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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

Fire's alive. Though I think she operates in a different country now.
You say that but she's one of the few assets that Brazil has access to that could actually slow them down and kill a few.

Danner formula doesn't make you immune to death by heatstroke, after all, just a little more resistant I imagine.
 
Quite a lot more resistant.
Smoke inhalation and suffocation then, burn all the air around them or set fire to the forest.

The only things that would body her totally would be forest spirits or Eutharine herself.

I am saying she'd 'slow them down' not that she'd 'win outright'
 
Smoke inhalation and suffocation then, burn all the air around them or set fire to the forest.

The only things that would body her totally would be forest spirits or Eutharine herself.

I am saying she'd 'slow them down' not that she'd 'win outright'

Why would Fire go direct to lethal force? Or are you saying that would be Brazil's logic?
 
Why would Fire go direct to lethal force? Or are you saying that would be Brazil's logic?
Bit of column B and that she might not have a choice, I mean how would you feel if say hypothetically, you were English and a bunch of Fay came out of the woods claiming dominion over the British isles and started destroying civilisation as you know it? and you were a superpowered government agent/superhero?

She might not want to go lethal but she might have her hand forced against a certain level of opponent (like these ones) be it by accident, (fire-based superhero fighting in the Rainforest)
 
Bit of column B and that she might not have a choice, I mean how would you feel if say hypothetically, you were English and a bunch of Fay came out of the woods claiming dominion over the British isles and started destroying civilisation as you know it? and you were a superpowered government agent/superhero?

She might not want to go lethal but she might have her hand forced against a certain level of opponent (like these ones) be it by accident, (fire-based superhero fighting in the Rainforest)

I got the impression Fire wasn't exactly in love with the Brazilian government to begin with, and IIRC mentioned thinking that if Donner had succeeded in his original attempt to overthrow the government things might have been better. And while Paul has a high body count, most earth based superheroes so far in this fic don't; I doubt Fire would go from zero to murder. She even held back from attacking Overgirl after a talk with Paul.
 
I got the impression Fire wasn't exactly in love with the Brazilian government to begin with, and IIRC mentioned thinking that if Donner had succeeded in his original attempt to overthrow the government things might have been better. And while Paul has a high body count, most earth based superheroes so far in this fic don't; I doubt Fire would go from zero to murder. She even held back from attacking Overgirl after a talk with Paul.
I mean sure but there's quite a lot of people who aren't in love with their government still take up arms in the event of that kind of threat and again there is the very real risk of setting fire to the rainforest when it's attacking her.

Unless you're implying that she defected.
 
Also isnt Fire in this fic still fairly weak and working on improving her powers? She only can radiate it a certain distance from her body last I recall.
 
Dear John (part 4)
7th November 2012
08:49 GMT -3


I mean, yes, France and Britain hold onto their seats more due to the power they had in the early 20th century rather than their current power. Pre-Sheeda Brazil might have qualified if the Accala had come to terms, and I think I remember reading an article about Brazil Prime being a candidate for eventual elevation. But there isn't an objective standard. It's more 'was this country strong enough to demand a seat at the table when they were being handed out'.

I mean, Germany or India-. Once India recovers from the Sheeda. Germany has a modern army and India has nuclear weapons. Both have decent economies. But Pakistan wouldn't be happy with India getting a seat, and… China probably wouldn't be all that happy either. Germany is… Fairly harmless? Historical jokes aside, they've got good relations with their neighbours. No nuclear weapons, but that's more a matter of desire than technical capacity.

Oh, no, the Russians and Chinese would see them as being too close to America. I seem to remember the idea of Japan Prime being upped getting quashed for the same reason. I wonder if there's actually been any sort of discussion about what the standard is? I mean, the scariest country on Earth at the moment is Bir Tawil, and that doesn't even have any inhabitants most of the time.

I wonder if I could get-?

"This way."

Walking ahead of me, Mr. Zatara heads up a bark-covered staircase and up to the next floor. A doorway made up of interwoven root-covered vines peels open, revealing Dr. Isley behind an actual desk covered in… Paperwork.

An.. ink-fern which reminds me a little of Swamp Thing's old shampoo fruit-.

"Shampoo!"

Dr. Isley looks up from her work with a half-smile and runs her left hand through her hair.

"I'm glad you noticed."

"No, we were just-. Your hair's beautiful, but I was thinking that you can actually put Swamp Thing's shampoo plant into mass production."

"Why would I want to?"

Mr. Zatara glances at me before giving Dr. Isley his full attention. "I think that Paul has taken my comment about joining the Security Council more to heart than I intended."

"Security Council?" Dr. Isley looks understandably confused. "Is that why you're here? You need to talk to Hugo about that. He handles international relations."

"No. I am here because Paul has just told me about Euanthe's plan to make all plant life poison to demons."

She smiles faintly. "I get the impression that he just drops things like that in the middle of the conversation."

"Yes, he does."

"It's not that I like doing it, it's just how things happen. The world is a strange and magical place and it's not my fault if people can't keep up with me."

Dr. Isley finishes making some sort of note and then allows her ink fern to retract its-. Stigma!

"And you should sell those as well."

"The ink quality isn't good enough to compete against normal pens and they only produce for about a month a year if you don't use magic on them." She returns her attention to Mr. Zatara. "Do you want her to stop? Because I don't think she'll listen."

"No, but I would like to see her work. I am concerned that what she is doing may have unintended consequences."

Dr. Isley shrugs, standing up from her desk. "She hasn't moved, so I can show you to her. I don't know if she'll actually talk to you or not. Do you do a lot of magic with plants?"

"No, but I could if it would help."

"She doesn't like it when I do that."

Mr. Zatara starts slightly. "I thought that you were incapable of doing magic."

"No, I can't use my soul to interface with the local thaumosphere in the normal way. That doesn't mean that I can't do magic at all. But since Euanthe told me not to do it anymore I've stopped experimenting."

"She made you stop experimenting?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, funny. I assumed that if it was that uncomfortable to her that it was doing some sort of damage I couldn't perceive and so I stopped, given that she clearly doesn't have a problem with humans who know what they're doing manipulating plants."

Dr. Isley frowns. "That makes me a little curious… But if she told you not to do it, don't do it."

"Not a problem." I take another look at her desk. "Do you have a paper tree as well?"

She blinks, then stares at me-.

"Yes I know where paper comes from. I know how big an operation commercial paper making is, and I don't think that the Accala or their allies have any paper mills."

"I created a type of tree that grows sheets of paper as part of its seed pod. But we don't have any printers." She sighs. "I miss computers already."

I nod. "Not a problem. Excuse me."

I bring my right hand up to my forehead,

sight my destination and step out, reappearing

7th November 2012
11:53 GMT


on J, near their computer research centre. If I'm honest, compared to the giant trees that serve as their residences, this whole place looks like an oak apple. Like something's-

"Agh!"

-gone badly wrong with the whole thing.

I wave at the back of the fleeing local and head over to where Enneret is smoking a… Blood cigar?

"Enneret."

He waves a couple of fronds at me. "Lantern."

"How's work?"

"Good. You?"

"One of my homeworld's continents now looks a lot more like a place you could call home." I nod at the building. "Have they got a working home computer yet?"

"Yes." He perks up quite a bit. "Much better than what Alstair had before. Queen Hyathis is very pleased."

"Are they ready for export?"

"Export?" He puts out his cigar, stowing it in his clothing. "That would need to get approved by both parties to the agreement, but given how far away Earth is that shouldn't be a problem. I didn't think you had that many druids."

"Earth laughs at declarative statements. Who do I need to talk to?"
 
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Why would Fire go direct to lethal force? Or are you saying that would be Brazil's logic?

Maybe she doesn't like what the Accala have done to her country.

Also isnt Fire in this fic still fairly weak and working on improving her powers? She only can radiate it a certain distance from her body last I recall.

She was but Paul used a spell he learned from Noruel to increase her power.
 
on J, near their computer research centre. If I'm honest, compared to the giant trees that serve as their residences, this whole place looks like an oak apple. Like something's-

"Agh!"

-gone badly wrong with the whole thing.

I wave at the back of the fleeing local and head over to where Enneret is smoking a… Blood cigar?

"Enneret."

He waves a couple of fronts at me. "Lantern."

"How's work?"

"Good. You?"

"One of my homeworld's continents now look a lot more like a place you could call home." I nod at the building. "Have they got a working home computer yet?"

"Yes." He perks up quite a bit. "Much better than what Alstair had before. Queen Hyathis is very pleased."

"Are they ready for export?"

"Export?" He puts out his cigar, stowing it in his clothing. "That would need to get approved by both parties to the agreement, but given how far away Earth is that shouldn't be a problem. I didn't think you had that many druids."

"Earth laughs at declarative statements. Who do I need to talk to?"
Nice to see the benefits that Paul has brought other planets. I'm guessing they're combining J's more advanced plant manipulation with the magical techniques of Alstair?

She was but Paul used a spell he learned from Noruel to increase her power.
If I remember correctly, it gave her more control, not necessarily more power.
 
Japan Prime being upped getting

"upped and"

She smiles faintly. "I get the impression that he just drops things like that in the middle of the conversation."

"Yes, he does."

"It's not that I like doing it, it's just how things happen
You seem like you like doing it.

only produce for about a month a year if you don't use magic

"month or a"

"She made you stop experimenting?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, funny

Hey,the man has a point.

continents now look a lot more

"looks"
 
Is it me or dies Paul seem a little...maniac in the last couple updates?

Maybe John's spell hasn't quiet given up yet?

I suspect it's a case of the spell is intended to divert attention, but since Paul actually can solve many of these problems, he keeps swerving back onto course, only for the spell to ramp up its fate manipulation to push him away.
 
Ironically I think Grayven has done more therapy

Yup, both of the human and pony kind. He also has done more family bonding. While OhEl LITERALLY can't let himself take time off with his girlfriend.

Again I question how is Oh El the one that's supposed to have the better ending? As he went for a guy who was very cautious about using his power ring to... This.
 
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08:49 GMT -3


I mean, yes, France and Britain hold onto their seats more due to the power they had in the early 20th century rather than their current power. Pre-Sheeda Brazil might have qualified if the Accala had come to terms, and I think I remember reading an article about Brazil Prime being a candidate for eventual elevation. But there isn't an objective standard. It's more 'was this country strong enough to demand a seat at the table when they were being handed out'.
And since that happened just after World War II, I rather suspect the Axis nations would have been deep in the doghouse in terms of international relations. And the nations that do sit on the council seem to settle into complacency afterwards.

I mean, Germany or India-. Once India recovers from the Sheeda. Germany has a modern army and India has nuclear weapons. Both have decent economies. But Pakistan wouldn't be happy with India getting a seat, and… China probably wouldn't be all that happy either. Germany is… Fairly harmless? Historical jokes aside, they've got good relations with their neighbours. No nuclear weapons, but that's more a matter of desire than technical capacity.
Still paying off the sins of their grandfathers. I think they'd be a bit wary of getting onto the Little Boy stage.

Oh, no, the Russians and Chinese would see them as being too close to America. I seem to remember the idea of Japan Prime being upped getting quashed for the same reason. I wonder if there's actually been any sort of discussion about what the standard is? I mean, the scariest country on Earth at the moment is Bir Tawil, and that doesn't even have any inhabitants most of the time.

I wonder if I could get-?
:rolleyes: Pfft, like you'd have time to attend to it?

"This way."

Walking ahead of me, Mr. Zatara heads up a bark-covered staircase and up to the next floor. A doorway made up of interwoven root-covered vines peels open, revealing Dr. Isley behind an actual desk covered in… Paperwork.
Because bureaucracy carries on even when the government has fled. Good grief.

An.. ink-fern which reminds me a little of Swamp Thing's old shampoo fruit-.

"Shampoo!"
And you earn a 'what the..?' look from everyone present for that non-sequitor...

Dr. Isley looks up from her work with a half-smile and runs her left hand through her hair.

"I'm glad you noticed."
At least it isn't particularly leafy in this universe. Some versions lean a bit more on the plant-like biology...

"No, we were just-. Your hair's beautiful, but I was thinking that you can actually put Swamp Thing's shampoo plant into mass production."

"Why would I want to?"
Make some people in the international community relax a bit by suggesting you'll be involved in trade?

Mr. Zatara glances at me before giving Dr. Isley his full attention. "I think that Paul has taken my comment about joining the Security Council more to heart than I intended."

"Security Council?" Dr. Isley looks understandably confused. "Is that why you're here? You need to talk to Hugo about that. He handles international relations."
Ha! I figured he would. He and Pamela are about the only people involved in Accalacan that do know care anything about the modern world, I suspect. Outside of any tribesfolk who were out undercover in the cities (which I think there was?)

"No. I am here because Paul has just told be about Euanthe's plan to make all plant life poison to demons."

She smiles faintly. "I get the impression that he just drops things like that in the middle of the conversation."
Not intentionally! :oops: He's just so scatter-brained sometimes, he just forgets to mention them before they matter.

"Yes, he does."

"It's not that I like doing it, it's just how things happen. The world is a strange and magical place and it's not my fault if people can't keep up with me."
Pinballs would have a hard time keeping up with you. Pinballs during a Multiball round, at that. Seriously, you need to slow down and tell people things sometimes, OL.

Dr. Isley finishes making some sort of note and then allows her ink fern to retract its-. Stigma!

"And you should sell those as well."
Huh, living ink pens. Certainly would be a different texture to plastic or metal.

"The ink quality isn't good enough to compete against normal pens and they only produce for about a month a year if you don't use magic on them." She returns her attention to Mr. Zatara. "Do you want her to stop? Because I don't think she'll listen."

"No, but I would like to see her work. I am concerned that what she is doing may have unintended consequences."
Like, say, setting the entire planet on fire. Holy fire, but still...

Dr. Isley shrugs, standing up from her desk. "She hasn't moved, so I can show you to her. I don't know if she'll actually talk to you or not. Do you do a lot of magic with plants?"

"No, but I could if it would help."
I suspect it would, in this case. Something had Gaea worried.

"She doesn't like it when I do that."

Mr. Zatara starts slightly. "I thought that you were incapable of doing magic."
Eh, Magic... Orange Light shenanigans... :p All a matter of semantics, right?

"No, I can't use my soul to interface with the local thaumosphere in the normal way. That doesn't mean that I can't do magic at all. But since Euanthe told me not to do it anymore I've stopped experimenting."

"She made you stop experimenting?"
I know, it's an amazing thing to hear, isn't it?

I roll my eyes. "Yes, funny. I assumed that if it was that uncomfortable to her that it was doing some sort of damage I couldn't perceive and so I stopped, given that she clearly doesn't have a problem with humans who know what they're doing manipulating plants."

Dr. Isley frowns. "That makes me a little curious… But if she told you not to do it, don't do it."
Well, she is one of his, after all. Naturally she'd have a massive bonus to influence checks with him.

"Not a problem." I take another look at her desk. "Do you have a paper tree as well?"

She blinks, then stares at me-.
Well, she's not likely to be writing on parchment, after all, is she?

"Yes I know where paper comes from. I know how big an operation commercial paper making is, and I don't think that the Accala or their allies have any paper mills."

"I created a type of tree that grows sheets of paper as part of its seed pod. But we don't have any printers." She sighs. "I miss computers already."
I know that feeling. Been hand-writing unit cards for Warhammer 40,000 armies of Space Marines. One copy of the army book, about five different armies to try and keep it with. :rolleyes: Thus, lots of cards.

I nod. "Not a problem. Excuse me."

I bring my right hand up to my forehead,
...And Zatara just sighs and rolls his eyes. Along with a lot of us readers...

sight my destination and step out, reappearing

7th November 2012
11:53 GMT


on J, near their computer research centre. If I'm honest, compared to the giant trees that serve as their residences, this whole place looks like an oak apple. Like something's-
Well, it takes time to get a nice hard coating on plant-based structures. Once that's done, maybe they'll work on the spit and polish.

"Agh!"

-gone badly wrong with the whole thing.
Seriously, OL, you need a way to warn people you're coming... At least for the times when you don't want to make people want their brown pants.

I wave at the back of the fleeing local and head over to where Enneret is smoking a… Blood cigar?

"Enneret."
So... Dried leaves dipped in something akin to blood and rolled into a smokable tube? Makes as much sense as anything for a plant-based culture.

He waves a couple of fronts at me. "Lantern."

"How's work?"
Huh, surprisingly relaxed. Sure that cigar doesn't have something a little calming mixed into it?

"Good. You?"

"One of my homeworld's continents now looks a lot more like a place you could call home." I nod at the building. "Have they got a working home computer yet?"
Because he arranged for a little involuntary technology sharing with the Dominators, by way of stealing one of their plant-based organic computers, if memory serves me correctly...

"Yes." He perks up quite a bit. "Much better than what Alstair had before. Queen Hyathis is very pleased."

"Are they ready for export?"
Looking to give Pammie a little gift, eh? Wouldn't it need a little tweaking to make it compatible with the terrestrial internet?

"Export?" He puts out his cigar, stowing it in his clothing. "That would need to get approved by both parties to the agreement, but given how far away Earth is that shouldn't be a problem. I didn't think you had that many druids."

"Earth laughs at declarative statements. Who do I need to talk to?"
...You know, Pamela is kind of a druid right now. Albeit a plant-focused variant.

Heh. OL using his connections for the benefit of his friends, eh? How typical of him. Though this whole situation isn't doing much to help with his scatter-brained reputation, is it? And whatever keeps pushing things at him to distract him from looking for John is definitely struggling with his ability to rapidly solve those problems... Let's hope it doesn't fail, destructively.

He waves a couple of fronts at me. "Lantern."
He waves a couple of fronds at me. "Lantern."
 
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Is it me or dies Paul seem a little...maniac in the last couple updates?

Maybe John's spell hasn't quiet given up yet?
If you mean that LePaul has the attention span of a goldfish.

No, that's been pretty much normal for him for him since he got the orange brackets.


Heh. OL using his connections for the benefit of his friends, eh? How typical of him. Though this whole situation isn't doing much to help with his scatter-brained reputation, is it? And whatever keeps pushing things at him to distract him from looking for John is definitely struggling with his ability to rapidly solve those problems... Let's hope it doesn't fail, destructively.
I think you and the others might be overestimating the problem.

Because this reads less like some mighty thing that's re-arranging events to distract LePaul, and more like the standard "You forgot to turn off the stove" poking LePaul in the brain and causing him to distract himself as his Orange Light induced ADD goes into overdrive.
 
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Because bureaucracy carries on even when the government has fled. Good grief.

That evil won't die.

Ha! I figured he would. He and Pamela are about the only people involved in Accalacan that do know anything about the modern world, I suspect. Outside of any tribesfolk who were out undercover in the cities (which I think there was?)

One of the Sons of Dawn was a Brazilian superhero and I'm assuming some might have interacted with outsiders.

Like, say, setting the entire planet on fire. Holy fire, but still...

Other negative side effects could be people potentially having so much Silver City magic in them that they automatically end up in Heaven even if they were meant to go somewhere else.

And Zatara just sighs and rolls his eyes. Along with a lot of us readers...

We're used to it.

Because he arranged for a little involuntary technology sharing with the Dominators, by way of stealing one of their plant-based organic computers, if memory serves me correctly...

He also may have opened trade between Alstair and the planet of that plant Green Lantern.
 

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