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Thank you, corrected.
No, that's correct.
Thank you, corrected.
Hopefully not J'onn J'aarkn's clothing, even if Paul could afford them from Ebay or collectors.
Then yes, I am older.
Link, please?Mr Zoat actually already showed that. Paul found a loophole in the rules that allowed Alan to recharge from Hal's lantern.
Sure, poodle skirts aren't all the rage, but Sandy already wasn't that far from the mini skirt. Though I guess he was too young to have been around when flappers were a thing.
He was in a group that included superheroines.
A group that even back then favored skin tight pants (like Liberty Bell, Fury), miniskirts (like Miss America, Lady Blackhawk), leotards (like Wonder Woman), or just flat out wardrobe malfunctions waiting to happen (like Phantom Lady).
That should be 'one'."I approve, but it only takes on guard taking a smoke break for you to really wish you had a backplate. Green jacket?"
I can't tell if Alan is just joking or being completely serious. Which one is it Mr Zoat?"I never claimed to have any sense of aesthetics. Have you ever been to Themyscira before?"
"No." He looks away awkwardly. "Wesley made me stay home when the Society visited."
Alan looks a little guilty. "We.. weren't exactly sure what we were going to be seeing. Ah…"
"Different time. Couldn't have a bunch of loose women corrupt poor innocent Sanderson."
"E-h…" Sanderson shrugs. "I knew Wonder Woman wasn't like-."
"It was really more-" Alan shakes his head. "-we thought they might try mothering the poor boy."
"Hey! Alan!"
Back then the Amazons still had a fear of babies so them forcibly adopting Sandy makes sense."It was really more-" Alan shakes his head. "-we thought they might try mothering the poor boy."
"Hey! Alan!"
Though it looks like OL's utilitarian fashion sense is on full display. I know some superheroes called their outfits a union suit, but there's still a matter of style. On the other hand, he once wore loose-ish yellow tights and red trunks, gloves and boots...8th November 2012
08:42 GMT -5
Sand billows up from the workshop floor, flowing into the shape of Sanderson. As it sculpts itself into humanoid form, colour begins to appear, until-.
Sanderson checks his arms, the utilitarian green fibreglass and ceramic plate overalls I fashioned for him having transformed back with him. "It works!"
Please, OL can take criticism surprisingly well."Okay, so as long as it's mostly made of silica, you can take it with you. Is the fibreglass comfortable?"
"Beats running around naked, that's for sure." He runs his hands over the material. "Though I gotta say, I think I prefer the classic look to the Brave New World look. Not-. Not that I want to sound ungrateful-."
Maybe he was just the sort of guy who wasn't comfortable putting himself on display?"It's all one with me, chum." I raise my left hand. "You wanna get behind the screen again, or-."
Sanderson collapses into sand, flowing back across the floor before rebuilding himself out of sight. I'm not sure how normal this sort of body-shyness is amongst people from the forties. I mean, sure, I know that certain styles of more revealing clothing have become mainstream since he was young, but I've seen Alan in swimming shorts before. Maybe he's just adapted?
You thought of everything, huh, OL?"How do I take this off?"
"Stone fasteners down the left side of the chest. You should be able to slip it off after that."
Ah, one of OL's secret joys: playing dress-up dolls with superheroes. But then, I'm not one to throw stones. I can spend hours agonising over picking and colouring costume elements in Champions Online's tailor when making a new outfit for a character."Thank you. Got it."
Alright, ring. Tailoring mode.
Compliance.
He also skulked in shadows with a gas gun. If he'd been in a situation where he needed armour, things were going badly.Sanderson's ability appears to be able to accept dyes, so the colour of the cloth isn't a problem.
"You know Mister Dodds didn't wear armour, right?"
And going without because you're super-tough is no excuse. There's always something to exploit a weakness out there."Yes?"
"I have a fairly strong opinion about wearing armour when we fight. I understand when superheroes want to avoid high lethality weapons, but not protecting yourself is just foolish."
On the other hand, he was not an overly muscular man, at least in his early career. Anything that tough might have been too much for him to manage wearing."Sure, but what kind of armor do you think he could have got in the nineteen forties? Did you want him to dress like a knight or something?"
"Oh, come on, infantry armour was used in the First and Second World Wars. Sure, he couldn't have gotten a modern steel and ceramic jacket, but he could have gotten something that would have stopped revolver rounds."
Ah, going with the Mystery Man look over the tights, then?"Wesley mostly attacks from ambush, using his gas gun."
"I approve, but it only takes on guard taking a smoke break for you to really wish you had a backplate. Green jacket?"
Eh, maybe a nice trenchcoat would work better?
To be fair, the cape was merely the fashion of the time. Nice for making a dramatic swirl, or for disguising the outline of your body. Or for pulling off and wrapping around someone in shock."Do you have something against capes?"
"I'm not convinced about the mix of colours, but you're the one wearing it. You know he… Switched costumes later on?"
And maybe a taste for pulp magazines? With their parade of detectives, shadowy spies and mystery men? Could have been worse, he could have dressed like 'Doc' Savage."They were in the wardrobe. And I guess they're more… Tasteful. But they're just clothes. They don't really say 'super hero'. I think that was just things he wore normally. Unless there's some sort of problem I don't know about?"
"Ah… No, Mister Dodd's original costume is old enough that it doesn't really signify anything, other than a slightly odd taste in clothes."
And you do not want it chafing, never mind leaking."You can't do anything about the mask and gas gun, can you?"
"You mean, make them silica-based..?" Silicon nanotubes and silicene? None of that's ideal… "Ah, yes, but the performance will suffer, and the mask will feel weird."
And he has worn odder masks in the comics."As weird as turning into a pile of sand, or a little more weird?"
"That's… That's a fair point."
Saves on tailoring costs, anyway.Ring, fabricate.
Compliance.
A clothing rack appears on the far side of the screen in a wave of orange light, and Sanderson's hand reaches out to grab the shirt.
Not unless they work for S.T.A.R Labs. Or are otherwise a hypercognitive."If you like it, I can make you a few more."
"I guess this isn't something future-tailors can put together in an afternoon, huh?"
Aw, so no inadvertent 'falling apart' scenes at a party? The bros would probably get lots of mileage from 'coming apart at the seams' jokes..."Not unless their better half was a materials scientist who brought their work home with them. Is your control..? Often a problem?"
"I haven't been arrested for public indecency or anything like that, but as far as I'm concerned once is too much."
That would be Rama Khan, of course. Though I wouldn't be surprised if some of his sand-avatar's appearance was a glamour rather than metamorphosis."Because I know a guy in India who can create silicate bodies for himself? He might be able to help you learn how to control yourself better?"
"Thank you." I hear a tugging sound as he pulls the mask over his face. "I always used to like Wesley's stories-"
It takes a certain man to make such a classic style look good. Looks like Sanderson is one of them.He steps out from behind the screen, looking… I think that the word 'dapper' is contemporary? He adjusts the jacket as he looks into the mirror.
"-about his time in India. Maybe I could take a year out after I finish college?"
Freshly made, I hope. I don't expect any original charges from the old days would have remained viable that long."Up to you. Feeling ready to head out?"
He heads over to the weapon cabinet and takes out a gas gun and several reloads, both of sleeping gas and the pressurised air cylinders that take the place of a normal propellant.
To be fair, that's probably a good thing that you haven't been poking this stuff. Besides the obvious potential for mass psychological alteration, I doubt Dream would be happy about someone casually poking their nose into his realm."I guess so. Is there anything else you think I'll need?"
"I don't think so, but I've never tried physically entering the Dream before. We can check with Doctor Balewa before we start."
Not enough psuedo-leather and armour plates, huh?He nods, and we head back into the living area where Alan is going through one of Mister Dodds' old photo albums. He looks up as he puts it down, blinking at the sight of Sanderson in his mentor's outfit.
"I don't think Paul designed that."
Which might explain the functionality of stuff like your heavy powered armour, and it's effectively neckless design."No, he wanted to put me in some kind of overalls."
"I never claimed to have any sense of aesthetics. Have you ever been to Themyscira before?"
Worried about corrupting the youth with a wonderland of scantily-clad ladies? Let's not forget that most of the All-Star Squadron's few distaff members weren't exactly prone to showing skin (Tigress and Phantom Lady, notwithstanding...)"No." He looks away awkwardly. "Wesley made me stay home when the Society visited."
Alan looks a little guilty. "We.. weren't exactly sure what we were going to be seeing. Ah…"
Yes, Diana was quite proper... In Man's World. But hearing what Themyscira was like, wouldn't your mind go straight to 'Greco-Roman ladies-only resort island' first?"Different time. Couldn't have a bunch of loose women corrupt poor innocent Sanderson."
"E-h…" Sanderson shrugs. "I knew Wonder Woman wasn't like-."
Ah, ribbing. The joy of still being the 'junior partner' in the old man's eyes, regardless of how you're dressed."It was really more-" Alan shakes his head. "-we thought they might try mothering the poor boy."
"Hey! Alan!"
Thank you, corrected.
The SI doesn't know.I can't tell if Alan is just joking or being completely serious. Which one is it Mr Zoat?
The first time I played Morrowind I spent an hour staring at the name screen.Ah, one of OL's secret joys: playing dress-up dolls with superheroes. But then, I'm not one to throw stones. I can spend hours agonising over picking and colouring costume elements in Champions Online's tailor when making a new outfit for a character.
You obviously make a name that's an anagram of "Nerevarine".Thank you, corrected.
The SI doesn't know.
The first time I played Morrowind I spent an hour staring at the name screen.
Hey don't kinkshameHonestly an island full of incredibly athletic and at least somewhat beautiful women wanting to mother you might be worse, in some ways
I went with Alain. I wanted to try making a Knight of Serra, but summoned armour was a bit of a pain to use.You obviously make a name that's an anagram of "Nerevarine".
Varen Erein. Raven Nerie. Vern Aerine. Aerie Neven. Evin Earner.
So many options!
Same with KotOR and "Darth Revan".
8th November 2012
08:42 GMT -5
Sand billows up from the workshop floor, flowing into the shape of Sanderson. As it sculpts itself into humanoid form, colour begins to appear, until-.
Sanderson checks his arms, the utilitarian green fibreglass and ceramic plate overalls I fashioned for him having transformed back with him. "It works!"
"Okay, so as long as it's mostly made of silica, you can take it with you. Is the fibreglass comfortable?"
"Beats running around naked, that's for sure." He runs his hands over the material. "Though I gotta say, I think I prefer the classic look to the Brave New World look. Not-. Not that I want to sound ungrateful-."
"It's all one with me, chum." I raise my left hand. "You wanna get behind the screen again, or-."
Sanderson collapses into sand, flowing back across the floor before rebuilding himself out of sight. I'm not sure how normal this sort of body-shyness is amongst people from the forties. I mean, sure, I know that certain styles of more revealing clothing have become mainstream since he was young, but I've seen Alan in swimming shorts before. Maybe he's just adapted?
"How do I take this off?"
"Stone fasteners down the left side of the chest. You should be able to slip it off after that."
"Thank you. Got it."
Alright, ring. Tailoring mode.
Compliance.
Sanderson's ability appears to be able to accept dyes, so the colour of the cloth isn't a problem.
"You know Mister Dodds didn't wear armour, right?"
"Yes?"
"I have a fairly strong opinion about wearing armour when we fight. I understand when superheroes want to avoid high lethality weapons, but not protecting yourself is just foolish."
"Sure, but what kind of armor do you think he could have got in the nineteen forties? Did you want him to dress like a knight or something?"
"Oh, come on, infantry armour was used in the First and Second World Wars. Sure, he couldn't have gotten a modern steel and ceramic jacket, but he could have gotten something that would have stopped revolver rounds."
"Wesley mostly attacks from ambush, using his gas gun."
"I approve, but it only takes one guard taking a smoke break for you to really wish you had a backplate. Green jacket?"
"Yes, please."
"Purple cape?"
"Do you have something against capes?"
"I'm not convinced about the mix of colours, but you're the one wearing it. You know he… Switched costumes later on?"
"They were in the wardrobe. And I guess they're more… Tasteful. But they're just clothes. They don't really say 'super hero'. I think that was just things he wore normally. Unless there's some sort of problem I don't know about?"
"Ah… No, Mister Dodd's original costume is old enough that it doesn't really signify anything, other than a slightly odd taste in clothes."
"You can't do anything about the mask and gas gun, can you?"
"You mean, make them silica-based..?" Silicon nanotubes and silicene? None of that's ideal… "Ah, yes, but the performance will suffer, and the mask will feel weird."
"As weird as turning into a pile of sand, or a little more weird?"
"That's… That's a fair point."
Ring, fabricate.
Compliance.
A clothing rack appears on the far side of the screen in a wave of orange light, and Sanderson's hand reaches out to grab the shirt.
"If you like it, I can make you a few more."
"I guess this isn't something future-tailors can put together in an afternoon, huh?"
"Not unless their better half was a materials scientist who brought their work home with them. Is your control..? Often a problem?"
"I haven't been arrested for public indecency or anything like that, but as far as I'm concerned once is too much."
"Because I know a guy in India who can create silicate bodies for himself? He might be able to help you learn how to control yourself better?"
"Thank you." I hear a tugging sound as he pulls the mask over his face. "I always used to like Wesley's stories-"
He steps out from behind the screen, looking… I think that the word 'dapper' is contemporary? He adjusts the jacket as he looks into the mirror.
"-about his time in India. Maybe I could take a year out after I finish college?"
"Up to you. Feeling ready to head out?"
He heads over to the weapon cabinet and takes out a gas gun and several reloads, both of sleeping gas and the pressurised air cylinders that take the place of a normal propellant.
"I guess so. Is there anything else you think I'll need?"
"I don't think so, but I've never tried physically entering the Dream before. We can check with Doctor Balewa before we start."
He nods, and we head back into the living area where Alan is going through one of Mister Dodds' old photo albums. He looks up as he puts it down, blinking at the sight of Sanderson in his mentor's outfit.
"I don't think Paul designed that."
"No, he wanted to put me in some kind of overalls."
"I never claimed to have any sense of aesthetics. Have you ever been to Themyscira before?"
"No." He looks away awkwardly. "Wesley made me stay home when the Society visited."
Alan looks a little guilty. "We.. weren't exactly sure what we were going to be seeing. Ah…"
"Different time. Couldn't have a bunch of loose women corrupt poor innocent Sanderson."
"E-h…" Sanderson shrugs. "I knew Wonder Woman wasn't like-."
"It was really more-" Alan shakes his head. "-we thought they might try mothering the poor boy."
"Hey! Alan!"
my reading comprehension must be declining, this is news to me. but that whole 'John Quinn' thing was never really fully explained, IMO.
my reading comprehension must be declining, this is news to me. but that whole 'John Quinn' thing was never really fully explained, IMO.
What more explanation do you need? John Constantine, so John. Quinn is John's mother's maiden name.
Even if Demon Constantine's story is 100% true I wouldn't be surprised that he set it up so that Paul's actions result in Demon Constantine eating Quinn or something.
Demon Constantine has already expressed interest in not being a demon anymore, and look, another golem made out of Constantine's soul with a connection to the plane of Order.
Yes. Neither the SI, nor any characters who are actually trustworthy, have first hand knowledge of what John Quinn actually is.but that whole 'John Quinn' thing was never really fully explained, IMO.
Shouldn't that say 'testiculos'?"You just have to know what people want. And in his case, it was not getting his habes ripped off."