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

Britain hasn't gotten around to building a new prison for magicians. Instead, they've signed an agreement to send such people to Spain, where the European Union has pooled their assets to hire Atlanteans to build one. That might have to be revised if magic use becomes more common but for now Europe doesn't have enough magicians for more prisons to be necessary.

I always do like the exploration of how the legal system would work when you have people at all steps of the legal process who don't fit the traditional mold of a "normal human". I wonder how a prison like this would be structured so that it can accommodate prisoners from so many countries that may require different levels of security.

If there are no local prisons capable of handling magic users convicted of minor offenses, then this prison in Spain would be required to cover everything from minimum security to maximum security and maybe even juvenile detention.
 
7th November 2012
13:46 GMT


"…John Fecking Constantine!"

I nod sympathetically as Ms. Ryan paces, rants and gesticulates. She turns back to stare at me.
Yes, that's about the reaction I'd have expected, once the shock of the reveal passed. Somehow, I don't think she's ever going to let the real John anywhere near her ever again, so that little period when they lived together isn't likely to ever happen (assuming it hasn't already.)

"Were you watching?"

"I have been attempting to track John down for a while, but I only checked on you on those occasions I introduced myself. I didn't even know that you were dating, much less your partner's true identity."
Entirely true. It was only dumb luck that they even spotted demon-boy there.

"And I can't believe you." She resumes her pacing. "I can't believe you! This is why I broke up with John in the first place."

"I can give you my full itinerary for the last two years if that helps. Though a lot of the details will be redacted, it should be enough to prove that -in the politest way possible- an Irish illustrator who briefly dated one of my contacts isn't someone it makes sense for me to spend a lot of time watching."
Even if she was the love of that contact's life for a while.

"Fine." She shakes her head. "Now what's happened with that hallion John Constantine?"

"Don't know. I'm looking for him, at we tracked The Demon down because he used a spell we know that John used."
Probably a good thing he's not handy right now, because I'm sure she'd like to put her foot somewhere painful. And likely make John the first devotee of Ares' new role. :p

"What is it-? He?"

"Simple as I can put it, it's a demon John created using his own memories. He included his memories of his relationship with you, which-"
Which only makes its existence all the more cruel, really. Sure, it made it seem even more realistic, but... Dick Move, John-o.

"That-! Fecking-! Bastard!"

"-is why The Demon chose to seek you out. In his defence, we have no reason to believe that it meant you any harm."
Given the feelings you saw? Probably accurate. But it was still a Demon. Sooner or later, shit would go down that got her hurt or worse.

"It was wearin' somebody else's face!"

"It's entirely possible-" Ring, check.
Probably not going to be a happy ending on that front.

Compliance.

"-that the face didn't belong to anyone and was a novel creation."
Nah, I doubt it would put that much effort into a disguise...

Statement is incorrect.

Well, did he at least pick a dead-?
At least he didn't just go and peel someone's face off?

No.

So that's a murder investigation now. Pass it on to the police and Dr. Balewa.
See? Demon.

Compliance.

"And even if it wasn't, he's a demon. He's stronger and tougher than a baseline human, before you even take the magic into account. If he meant to do you harm-. We should check your home."
Yeah, a knee in the delicates probably isn't going to affect the Demon Constantine as much as it might the original.

Her face falls. "You think he-?"

"No, but it would be unwise to take a chance. Doctor Mist is a highly capable magician and will be able to find anything… Though if he acts like John there's be… One fetish and maybe a mark of some kind. Nothing too heavy duty."
Could be anything there, ranging from a simple 'love this person' charm to a 'slowly leech away her health over the course of months' enchantment.

She signs. "God."

"I imagine that the police will want to contact you for more details. Do you want to phone someone, or do you want me to escort you-?"
I get the feeling she isn't ever going to let anyone that close ever again. Well done, Johnny-boy...

"No. No." She shakes her head. "Fecking-. I'm going back to work, and then I'm joining a fecking nunnery!"

"I would advise against making any major life choices while under this sort of stress. There are many perfectly good men out there."
Chances of her finding one? Looking increasingly slim, given her apparent luck with men... The first bloke she had died of liver failure, the second was John Constantine, this one was a Demon...

She manages a fraction of a smile.

"Not in my age group there aren't."
Old maid time it is. How do you feel about cats?

"Um. Doctor Mist in single?"

She shakes her head. "No. I'm going back to work. You get the bastard, and the bastard who made him."
Yes, that was rather the point of their investigations. Not necessarily for any crimes, but...

"We will, and you have my sympathy for what you've been through."

"'Been through'?" She shakes her head. "Her was the perfect boyfriend. That's why I'm so-! Angry now!"
The sweeter the honey pot...

"On the off-chance that -aside from lying about who he is- he's been honest and not-."

"You asking me if I want to keep him? No, no, a thousand times no."
Unless it's so she can disembowel him. With a rusty spoon...

"That's clear at least." I perform a shallow bow. "Thank you for your time."

I step out,

reappearing outside of Dr. Balewa's workshop on the Watchtower.
One of the most heavily warded places in the station, so no popping in directly even if he didn't create a spike in background Avarice, huh?

Britain hasn't gotten around to building a new prison for magicians. Instead, they've signed an agreement to send such people to Spain, where the European Union has pooled their assets to hire Atlanteans to build one. That might have to be revised if magic use becomes more common but for now Europe doesn't have enough magicians for more prisons to be necessary.

I think the Atlanteans studying John Dee's work in the Tower of London are more fascinated as to how the heck it kept working this long than impressed with it's construction.
I mean, the actual mechanics of the prison would be relatively easy to work out. Spells that work like the binding chains, suppressing all but the background level of energy... Building it to last? That'll be the real trick, eh?

"Doctor?"

"Come in."
Let's hope no-ones in any sort of embarrassing positions, eh? :D

I press the open button, then walk into the workshop. The rest of the room looks more like a cross between a library and an alchemist's workshop than the sort of place that Sephtian uses, but I imagine that's due to the fact that he's not a trained thaumaturgist. The Demon Constantine is being held in a kneeling position by phantasmal hands, not bothering to struggle against them. His head's bowed and his hair is flopping forward to half-obscure his eyes. The air around him shimmers with the spell that Dr. Balewa is using to keep his magic contained.
Well, taking no chances, even if he is playing nice, I see.

"John, we're looking for John. Tell us where he is and I'll try talking Waller into letting you have a potted plant."

"I don't know where he is."
Well, shit. No potted plant for you, then.

"John, our rules of engagement won't let me turn you into a construct, but both myself and Doctor Mist can perform temporary modifications to your thought processes if we-. If he judges it necessary to the performance of our duties. I don't think they'd have a lasting impact, but you would find the process quite uncomfortable."

"You can use Wonder Woman's lasso if you like. I really don't know."
Gee, you think he might actually be telling the truth? :confused:

"Then do you have any leads?"

"Yeah. One or two."
Ooh, you might earn that potted plant after all. Too bad it can't be an actual Pot plant. Probably illegal in Louisiana in this universe.

"Would you care to volunteer them?"

"Bit pointless drawing it out. Make it a cactus? I don't want something I can kill too easy."

"I see no harm in asking about a cactus."
Though I can see the answer being 'only if he sits on it.' I can't imagine Waller being too happy that he got out.

"Last time I saw him, he was behind some heavy duty wards while looking at… I don't know what he was looking at. Seemed interesting. I don't know where he is right now, but I can show you where he was and give Mist a description of the spell. Good enough?"

"That would be splendid."
Well, that's mildly helpful, at least.

A pity for the lady's love life, but at least they're one step closer to finding John. This is starting to look like a round of 'Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego'... Which is no bad thing, admittedly. Those were great games. But I rather expect OL is looking forwards to the final level, where he can finally get his hands on John properly... And maybe choke him for a bit for all this trouble.
 
Which only makes its existence all the more cruel, really. Sure, it made it seem even more realistic, but... Dick Move, John-o.

That's fairly standard protocol for John-o.


The Fawcett City thing was enough for me.

Yeah, a knee in the delicates probably isn't going to affect the Demon Constantine as much as it might the original.

And sadly it may not affect the original as much now.

I get the feeling she isn't ever going to let anyone that close ever again. Well done, Johnny-boy

Yep.
 
Simple as I can put it, it's a demon John created using his own memories. He included his memories of his relationship with you, which-"
It's things like this that remind me that Constantine is not a good person ,he's just less evil than the monsters he fights, but said monsters being demons from the bowels of hell makes that a low fucking bar.
 
I know people are making a lot of jokes, but was Demon Constantine's plan really just to date this woman, or was something else going on?
We don't know. I prefer to think that it was a demon genuinely trying to have a loving relationship. So much more interesting than the alternative IMO.
 
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Anyone else feel a tiny bit sorry for the Demon!John here? The love Paul saw was real.

If he hadn't murdered someone I would argue for letting him go even.

I kind of do. Maybe the real John tried to reform Demon Constantine by reprogramming him or something, but he still killed a guy to wear his face because Demon Logic?
 
"Not in my age group there aren't."

"Um. Doctor Mist in single?"

Think you mean 'Doctor Mist is single'

And I love that Paul apparently decided to match make with the two people right there. Dr. Balewa certainly should look out...

"Bit pointless drawing it out. Make it a cactus? I don't want something I can kill too easy."

"I see no harm in asking about a cactus."

Funny enough, I have seen someone kill a cactus. Mostly by watering it. Though I imagine certain ones are off the list, given uses in rituals and the like.

Britain hasn't gotten around to building a new prison for magicians. Instead, they've signed an agreement to send such people to Spain, where the European Union has pooled their assets to hire Atlanteans to build one. That might have to be revised if magic use becomes more common but for now Europe doesn't have enough magicians for more prisons to be necessary.

I think the Atlanteans studying John Dee's work in the Tower of London are more fascinated as to how the heck it kept working this long than impressed with it's construction.

I do love this worldbuilding, and the thought put into it. A DC world without having to resemble the Real World too closely was always going to look more wild, and this seems like an excellent idea.
 
Wow, offering demon Constantine a plant to look after in his cell as a reward for good behavior is maybe the pettiest thing I think Paul's ever done to someone.

Even worse, it'll be a while before it kicks in so it'll take him off guard.
To be fair, this seems like a rather John Constantine thing for Paul to do.
 
Fallout: Iowa (part 5)
2nd November 2282
17:49 CDT


"You're a little late there, Krono. We were starting to get worried."

I nod absently, the handset of the truck's radio in my right hand.

"We were attacked, Lieutenant Governor Granite. Some novel sort of robot, a squad of them."

"Casualties?"

"Thirteen dead, two of mine and eleven of yours. Our air cover's fallen back for repairs. We dealt with the injured in situ."

I can almost hear him blink in confusion. "Where's that?"

"Near where we were attacked, just outside the radiation belt."

"What sorta weapons did the robots have?"

"Gamma radiation-based guns. The type the basic robots had would burn through regular combat armour, and the support variant made a mess of two of our trucks. We had to leave one behind. They also had force field shields, and I think their control systems were networked. They could coordinate perfectly, though they didn't seem to be able to detect my Ghosts."

"Power armour?"

"We don't have power armour with us. Given how it affected the truck armour, I think the support weapon would penetrate most types of power armour."

"Hell. What about their armour?"

"Gauss guns went through it easily enough, though that didn't stop them unless it hit somewhere vital. No particular resistance to psychic powers."

"Any get away?"

"Yes. Three. I didn't think it was a good idea to follow them into their territory."

"Think they're headed our way?"

"We didn't see them last time we drove through, or any time before. They weren't impeded by the radiation at all. We salvaged the wrecks and I'm hoping that your people would have a look at them."

"Can do. You gunna head back out right away?"

"No. Given your shortage of power armour, I think it would be best if my people stuck around for a little while, until we know one way or the other if the robots are a threat to you."

"I appreciate that. I'll let the Governor know and we'll sort out somewhere for you to stay until this gets sorted out."

Which is going to be awkward. East Coast Enclave weren't… Quite as genocidal as the West Coast Purists, but they're uncomfortable being this dependant on someone who isn't hailing them as the rightful government of America. Getting their arses kicked twice by some random vault dweller rather took the wind out of their sails, but they wouldn't be the Enclave if they were a friendly, easy going sort of people.

"I'll see you shortly. Over and out."

I put the radio down, and take a moment to look through the truck's front window. Dust storms are very common in this part of the states, and most of the dust is radioactive. It's not much of a problem for the Enclave's G.E.C.K., which will happily keep feeding on radiation long after its initial miraculous activation, but it wrecks our visibility. If we ran into something we'd get next to no notice. I've never seen a feral ghoul capable of controlling complex machinery but we've had the occasional 'ghoul strike' while driving through here before. And those robots weren't bothered by radiation.

I can't see anything much but the road directly ahead of us, and psychometry isn't giving me anything either.

"How long until we get there?"

The driver glances at me. I instinctively want to tell him to watch the road, but there's no other traffic and the road is ruler-straight.

"Couple of minutes until we get clear, then another half-hour to Independence City."

I nod, patting him on the shoulder. "Let me know if you see anything."

"Will do, chief."

I carefully extricate myself from my seat and turn around, opening the armoured hatch between the cabin and the troop compartment and walking through, then sealing it behind me.

"That Granite?"

Sergeant Dornan's face betrays no emotion, his eyes fixed on me.

"Yes."

"How did that happen?"

"He and his squad turned up in Groom Lake pretending to be wastelanders after they skipped town ahead of Doctor Anderson's assassins. We knew they weren't, but they had more education than my tribe so we put them to work fixing up the old air base. When Anderson lost New Reno I realised that keeping him with me might risk alienating the New California Republic." I shrug. "I already had Independence City going, so it seemed like a good place to send them."

His eyes narrow slightly.

"Is that so."

I smile and nod. "I had some people watching Elder Lyons. My people's aircraft make long distance scouting easy, and we wanted to know where every Brotherhood chapter was. Lyons seemed like a good man, so my Ghosts decided to lend him a hand."

By breaking into their food storage lockers and leaving fresh fruit and vegetables, something that eventually resulted in them trapped in some Elmer Fudd rabbit trap the Brotherhood's half-crazed quartermaster rigged up and needing me to bail them out.

"After the East Coast Enclave lost their confrontation with everyone else in Washington DC, I decided that evacuating them was preferable to losing their technical expertise."

Dornan grunts.

"Why was it that you decided to back Anderson over Granite? I understand Anderson hating wastelanders after he was taken as a slave, but you lived in California and Nevada for years. You must have known that the wastelanders were just people."

"I had my reasons."

"I do need to know that you're not going to try murdering the Lieutenant Governor."

"Anderson's not alive to give me orders. I'll only kill Granite if Autumn orders me to."

"I'm pretty sure that Governors aren't allowed to order National Guardsmen to kill their Lieutenant Governors. America isn't supposed to be a military dictatorship, Sergeant. And Iowa certainly isn't. We're not acting under a State of Emergency; we've transitioned back to normal civilian rule. The rule of law and the Constitution of the United States of America."

"If that's what Autumn orders me to do, that's what I'll do."

And the rest of the Enclave soldiers in the truck are going to take their lead from him, even if they're not going to say anything. Lieutenant Orwich has their respect as their officer. Dornan's an institution. And I think… He's not committing because he doesn't want to have to make another choice after his last big one blew up so badly. He hasn't seen what we've done in Iowa and for all his deranged patriotism hasn't ever lived in America. He doesn't get it, and given his age probably won't.

"I-."

"Krono!" The shout comes from our driver. "Leaving the dust now!"

I nod, and after a moment's hesitation reach back and pull open the interlock door.

"Ladies and gentlemen, take a look at your new home."
 
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2nd November 2282
17:49 CDT


"You're a little late there, Krono. We were starting to get worried."

I nod absently, the handset of the truck's radio in my right hand.
Heh. Krono has good reason for the delay, though. Random encounters happen in the wasteland, and when you're as high a level as he is, well... Still, this is going to be an interesting check-in. I hope he as least got some good loot drops, though.

"We were attacked, Lieutenant Governor Granite. Some novel sort of robot, a squad of them."

"Casualties?"
Down to business, I see. There's that military training for you.

"Thirteen dead, two of mine and eleven of yours. Our air cover's fallen back for repairs. We dealt with the injured in situ."

I can almost hear him blink in confusion. "Where's that?"
I'm guessing he's assuming that's the name of the place, since I doubt he's educated well enough to recognise Latin... :rolleyes:

"Near where we were attacked, just outside the radiation belt."

"What sorta weapons did the robots have?"
Good question, since if they were that close, they could show up on the doorstep soon enough.

"Gamma radiation-based guns. The type the basic robots had would burn through regular combat armour, and the support variant made a mess of two of our trucks. We had to leave one behind. They also had force field shields, and I think their control systems were networked. They could coordinate perfectly, though they didn't seem to be able to detect my Ghosts."

"Power armour?"
Unless it has a forcefield, I suspect the result would be cooked, canned bacon.

"We don't have power armour with us. Given how it affected the truck armour, I think the support weapon would penetrate most types of power armour."

"Hell. What about their armour?"
In other words, 'how easy is it to kill them?'

"Gauss guns went through it easily enough, though that didn't stop them unless it hit somewhere vital. No particular resistance to psychic powers."

"Any get away?"
Since I doubt the psychic powers bit helps them much.

"Yes. Three. I didn't think it was a good idea to follow them into their territory."

"Think they're headed our way?"
Well, if whoever created them is looking to expand...

"We didn't see them last time we drove through, or any time before. They weren't impeded by the radiation at all. We salvaged the wrecks and I'm hoping that your people would have a look at them."

"Can do. You gunna head back out right away?"
After an all-day drive? I'd be tempted to spend the night.

"No. Given your shortage of power armour, I think it would be best if my people stuck around for a little while, until we know one way or the other if the robots are a threat to you."

"I appreciate that. I'll let the Governor know and we'll sort out somewhere for you to stay until this gets sorted out."
Somewhere safely out of sight of the honest, god-fearing citizens, I suppose? :rolleyes:

Which is going to be awkward. East Coast Enclave weren't… Quite as genocidal as the West Coast Purists, but they're uncomfortable being this dependant on someone who isn't hailing them as the rightful government of America. Getting their arses kicked twice by some random vault dweller rather took the wind out of their sails, but they wouldn't be the Enclave if they were a friendly, easy going sort of people.

"I'll see you shortly. Over and out."
It generally happens, when said vault dwellers have Protagonist Power.

I put the radio down, and take a moment to look through the truck's front window. Dust storms are very common in this part of the states, and most of the dust is radioactive. It's not much of a problem for the Enclave's G.E.C.K., which will happily keep feeding on radiation long after its initial miraculous activation, but it wrecks our visibility. If we ran into something we'd get next to no notice. I've never seen a feral ghoul capable of controlling complex machinery but we've had the occasional 'ghoul strike' while driving through here before. And those robots weren't bothered by radiation.
I rather imagine hitting one of them would be rather unpleasant for all involved, too.

I can't see anything much but the road directly ahead of us, and psychometry isn't giving me anything either.

"How long until we get there?"
Hey, at least it isn't quite as bad as the dust storm in 'Mad Max: Fury Road'...

The driver glances at me. I instinctively want to tell him to watch the road, but there's no other traffic and the road is ruler-straight.

"Couple of minutes until we get clear, then another half-hour to Independence City."
Hooray for old American highway design, eh?

I nod, patting him on the shoulder. "Let me know if you see anything."

"Will do, chief."
Heh. Anything that isn't dust, anyway... :p

I carefully extricate myself from my seat and turn around, opening the armoured hatch between the cabin and the troop compartment and walking through, then sealing it behind me.

"That Granite?"
Keeping the door locked, huh? Still a bit wary of them even now?

Sergeant Dornan's face betrays no emotion, his eyes fixed on me.

"Yes."

"How did that happen?"
Some quite frankly contrived coincidences, no doubt. The sort of thing a comic book writer might come up with? :p

"He and his squad turned up in Groom Lake pretending to be wastlanders after they skipped town ahead of Doctor Anderson's assassins. We knew they weren't, but they had more education than my tribe so we put them to work fixing up the old air base. When Anderson lost New Reno I realised that keeping him with me might risk alienating the New California Republic." I shrug. "I already had Independence City going, so it seemed like a good place to send them."
Making the best of a bad roll for random events, eh? Such is the grand game.

His eyes narrow slightly.

"Is that so."
Yes, basically telling him you set up the Eden kit, then. Or at least took advantage of its existence. Which one, I expect he'll reserve judgement on...

I smile and nod. "I had some people watching Elder Lyons. My people's aircraft make long distance scouting easy, and we wanted to know where every Brotherhood chapter was. Lyons seemed like a good man, so my Ghosts decided to lend him a hand."

By breaking into their food storage lockers and leaving fresh fruit and vegetables, something that eventually resulted in them trapped in some Elmer Fudd rabbit trap the Brotherhood's half-crazed quartermaster rigged up and needing me to bail them out.
...Did it involve noodles, I wonder? :cool: Whatever the cause, I'm sure there were some very red faces amongst those troops.

"After the West Coast Enclave lost their confrontation with everyone else in Washington DC, I decided that evacuating them was preferable to losing their technical expertise."

Dornan grunts.
Yeah, I can't see him being pleased to hear about that kind of setback to the cause...

"Why was it that you decided to back Anderson over Granite? I understand Anderson hating wastlanders after he was taken as a slave, but you lived in California and Nevada for years. You must have known that the wastlanders were just people."

"I had my reasons."
'Submission to rightful authority' and all that, I suppose. The Enclave probably don't like to encourage that kind of independent thought in their troops...

"I do need to know that you're not going to try murdering the Lieutenant Governor."

"Anderson's not alive to give me orders. I'll only kill Granite if Autumn orders me to."
A Good Soldier, eh? I don't know how far that attitude will take you out here, though...

"I'm pretty sure that Governors aren't allowed to order National Guardsmen to kill their Lieutenant Governors. America isn't supposed to be a military dictatorship, Sergeant. And Iowa certainly isn't. We're not acting under a State of Emergency, we've transitioned back to normal civilian rule. The rule of law and the Constitution of the United States of America."

"If that's what Autumn order me to do, that's what I'll do."
Eh, leave him be, Krono, he's clearly made his mind up...

And the rest of the Enclave soldiers in the truck are going to take their lead from him, even if they're not going to say anything. Lieutenant Orwich has their respect as their officer. Dornan's an institution. And I think… He's not committing because he doesn't want to have to make another choice after his last big one blew up so badly. He hasn't seen what we've done in Iowa and for all his deranged patriotism hasn't ever lived in America. He doesn't get it, and given his age probably won't.
Perhaps he might surprise you, though. Never count a man out until he's dead...

"I-."

"Krono!" The shout comes from our driver. "Leaving the dust now!"
Sunshine and clear land again, hooray, eh?

I nod, and after a moment's hesitation reach back and pull open the interlock door.

"Ladies and gentlemen, take a look at your new home."
Hopefully one at a time, since there's only so much space up front, I would assume.

Good to see the rest of Krono's road trip was reasonably quiet. Though there's still many things he has to worry about. Like where the 'bots came from. Whether the Enclave boys will fit in out here. Can the Sarge overcome his prejudices, and his ingrained conditioning... I expect this won't be the last we'll be seeing of him this episode.


...pretending to be wastlanders after they skipped town...
..I understand Anderson hating wastlanders after he was taken as a slave...
You must have known that the wastlanders were just people.
Unless that's some kind of slang, should those be 'wastelanders'?
"If that's what Autumn order me to do, that's what I'll do."
"If that's what Autumn orders me to do, that's what I'll do."
 
Keeping the door locked, huh? Still a bit wary of them even now?
No, it's part of the design. It's supposed to be an ABC protection measure, so that if one compartment gets a hole the rest of the vehicle isn't compromised. Like most aspects of pre-War design, it's not all that great, but it was easier to replicate the whole thing than design something completely new.
Some quite frankly contrived coincidences, no doubt. The sort of thing a comic book writer might come up with? :p
Not exactly. Granite Senior from the game was the sort of person who would listen to a rational argument from a 'mutant'. His son developed a similar attitude.
Unless that's some kind of slang, should those be 'wastelanders'?
"If that's what Autumn orders me to do, that's what I'll do."
Thank you, corrected.
 

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