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

I know that a version of him either agreed to this or flat out suggested it himself.
You also know a version of yourself that got married to an underage sadistic murderer. And another that mounts the flensed skulls of his bounty targets on his living room wall.

Being the parallel version of someone doesn't indicate any specific similarity.
 
"I am a Hellenist. I do not claim that nothing exists above and beyond the kings of the angelic hosts; I have borne witness to feats of theurgy that cannot have come from anywhere else. But I personally worship beings who are closer to mortality.

I think this is the most conciliatory the SI has ever been about monotheism, admitting that if your priority is "top god" that's probably the way to go, even though he himself his different priorities.
 
Is it bad that I'm starting to feel bad for the demonic Constantine? I'm genuinely hoping he eats from the Pomegranate and Paul is willing to hook him up with a fresh start.
He did help the first of the fallen invade earth so maybe not clean start but a helping hand would be nice.
 
You also know a version of yourself that got married to an underage sadistic murderer. And another that mounts the flensed skulls of his bounty targets on his living room wall.
... and those aren't even the worst versions of him, though I don't recall whether Paul met the one who took the Evil potion.
 
... and those aren't even the worst versions of him, though I don't recall whether Paul met the one who took the Evil potion.
They haven't met onscreen, though Tangseid was one of the many versions of Paul that was kidnapped by Krona and even improved upon Paul's tattoos, so it's possible they may have spoken to one another and exchanged some notes.
 
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False Dawn (part 16)
November 8th, 2012
Sometime Around Ten


A hero bound to a chair-.

I just about get my hands up before my face hits the wall in front of me, then rest my forehead against it as the vision recedes. I don't remember that ever happening to Wesley. Or maybe he just got better at covering for it, I don't know. I know it.. hurt him, I saw the red marks on his arms one time after his dreams showed him some guy getting his arms cut off by a meat slicer. But it happened when he was dreaming-.

I'm literally in dreams. Aw, heck.

No, no, that could be a good thing. Okay, if I turn around and lean against the wall so I won't fall over again, calm down and close my eyes-.

A hero bound to a chair, ropes with strange symbols on them wrapped around his arms and ending in strange gourds on the ground. Another rope is wrapped around his head, and when his eyes flicker the pupils are heavily dilated.

I jerk back into-. Back awake as my bottom hits the ground. Okay, someone's taken Green Lantern prisoner and they're doing something to him that doesn't look too good. But I don't know where he is, or-.

Wait, wait, wait. I'm in a dream. This place is the dream of a city from a thousand years ago! Okay, let's try… Try something.

I close my eyes and I see a hero bound to a chair, ropes with strange symbols on them wrapped around his arms and ending in strange gourds on the ground. Another rope is wrapped around his head, and I reach out and pull it off.

Oh, I… Don't know how that happened, but now I'm here and Alan…

I pull the glove off my right hand and feel for a pulse. Yes, good, he's still alive, and from the feel of it he's basically healthy. We're in a… In a small room; it makes me think 'dungeon', which isn't a good sign. These ropes look like they're magical, and I don't know if tearing them off is the best idea. I can't hear anyone outside, but the edges of the door are stuffed with sack cloth to stop sound getting out. So they shouldn't be able to hear me, either.

"Blue Lantern. Can you hear me?"

"Nnnnnn Rose…"

Rose. That was his wife's name, the one who went… Oh.

I see… Faces and laughter, flowing under his skin, draining down the ropes into-.

My left knee hits the closest gourd as I collapse, sending it rolling across the floor. They're draining something out of-! I draw my knife and slice into the rope wrapped around his right wrist, cutting through and causing the rope to fall to the ground. Wait, wait, no, that doesn't put whatever it was back into him. Ah, quick, grab the gourd, rope still in the hole where the stalk was, then-. Then put the rope that was around his head back on, tie the cut end of this rope to it and put the gourd in his lap.

I step around the chair, cutting through the rope on the opposite side and then tying the cut end to the rope circlet and putting the gourd on his lap.

This time I've spotted the pattern and sit on the floor.

I see faces and laughter, flowing into his head from the gourds, getting back under his-.

The door bangs open and I leap to my feet-

"Who are-! Lord-!"

-and see a rough-looking Arab with a scimitar on his belt. He looks scared for a moment, and he's reaching for his sword go!

Two steps and I'm across the room, his sword just coming free! My right forearm slams into his neck with the full force of my body behind it, slamming him through the doorway and into the wall of the corridor outside. My left fist comes in low, slamming up into his diaphragm in a nasty punch Mr. Grant taught me. He's kept hold of his sword but his right arm is pinned against his chest so he can't really use it.

"He's f-."

I shift my right arm so that my knife is pricking his neck.

"Drop the sword, or we find out if dreams can die."

His eyes drop as he tries to get air back into his lungs, and eyes widen as he spots where my hand is. There's a clatter as his sword hits the stone floor.

"Now, I'm going to step back and you're going to come with me. We're going into the cell, and once we're in I'm going to strap you to the chair. Make any trouble and, well it's been a while since I've had to knock someone out without hurting them too much. Nod if you agree."

The guy makes a very small and worried nod, careful not to test my knife.

"Okay. Step."

We edge backwards, and I make sure to keep eye contact. Woowee! Not too bad for my first fight this century! My heart's racing and I can feel the sweat on my hands under my gloves. Okay, we're inside.

"Move around to your left. Slowly."

He does, and once he's far enough away from the door I step smartly away from him. His eyes are still fixed on me. Okay, his scimitar is on the ground outside but I've got a few moments until anyone wonders where he's gone. Next step, shut the door so he can't shout for help when he gets his breath back.

Then put my knife back in its sheath and take out my gas gun.

"You know what a gun is, smart guy?"

He nods.

"Okay then. What is this place?"

"My master harvests dreams from people. There are… Rich buyers."

Why bother with opium dreams if you can get real ones?

"Is that legal?"

He stares at me for a moment, then slowly shrugs his shoulders. I raise the gas gun and point it at his head.

"Guess."

"Men can sell their dreams, and they can be claimed from debtors. And taken from slaves."

"But you can't just grab people off the street. Right." I take my left hand off the gas gun and take a pair of handcuffs out of one of my pockets. "Catch."

I toss it, and he catches it with both hands.

"Put one around one of your ankles, and then the other around one of your wrists."

He hesitates.

"I need you tied up. Do you want me to hit you over the head, or are you going to do it yourself?"

He crouches down, trying to keep his eyes on me as he puts one of the cuffs around his left ankle, then the other cuff around his left wrist.

"Good." I lower the gas gun. "Now, you're going to hear a lot of stuff in a little while, and I really think you should stay right here and wait for the police. Or guards, or whoever enforces the law around here."

A slightly nervous nod, and he shuffles back into the corner of the room.

I walk up to Green Lantern and shake his left shoulder. "Blue Lantern? Are you awake?"
 
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Ah, might makes right is what gave Dream the right to take people who were enslaved in life, and enslave their dream of themselves for eternity. Took me think of the mechanism that would let him do that, before realising its the oldest mechanism of all, force.

The endless are amoral. And I keep trying to humanise them.
 
Ah, might makes right is what gave Dream the right to take people who were enslaved in life, and enslave their dream of themselves for eternity.

No? Not at all. Dream is all dreams. If a god is a symbol made real, the Endless are the inversion - reality made into a symbol. When Dream creates something like The Corinthian, he's more or less automating a process already present, rather than forcing a new pattern into the Dreaming.

In short? We make and are made by our dreams; trying to blame Dream for how those dreams act is as useful as blaming water for getting you wet. Technically true, but it's never going to change anything.
 
November 8th, 2012
Sometime Around Ten


A hero bound to a chair-.

I just about get my hands up before my face hits the wall in front of me, then rest my forehead against it as the vision recedes. I don't remember that ever happening to Wesley. Or maybe he just got better at covering for it, I don't know. I know it.. hurt him, I saw the red marks on his arms one time after his dreams showed him some guy getting his arms cut off by a meat slicer. But it happened when he was dreaming-.
Like a severe form of psychosomatic sensation. Though this is quite a bit more than simple psychosis. Hopefully things are less intense for him in the real world, since he's corporeally present in the Dreaming right now.

I'm literally in dreams. Aw, heck.

No, no, that could be a good thing. Okay, if I turn around and lean against the wall so I won't fall over again, calm down and close my eyes-.
Yes, no time wasted trying to find the place you saw, just focus and step into it. Dream logic at its finest.

A hero bound to a chair, ropes with strange symbols on them wrapped around his arms and ending in strange gourds on the ground. Another rope is wrapped around his head, and when his eyes flicker the pupils are heavily dilated.

I jerk back into-. Back awake as my bottom his the ground. Okay, someone's taken Green Lantern prisoner and they're going something to him that doesn't look too good. But I don't know where he is, or-.
Well, guess we know what happened to Alan, then. I wonder how they managed to bind him?

Wait, wait, wait. I'm in a dream. This place is the dream of a city from a thousand years ago! Okay, let's try… Try something.

I close my eyes and I see a hero bound to a chair, ropes with strange symbols on them wrapped around his arms and ending in strange gourds on the ground. Another rope is wrapped around his head, and I reach out and pull it off.
Okay, some manner of magical bindings, then. Probably functionally unbreakable to the one bound. But if someone else were there to help...

Oh, I… Don't know how that happened, but now I'm here and Alan…

I pull the glove off my right hand and feel for a pulse. Yes, good, he's still alive, and from the feel of it he's basically healthy. We're in a… In a small room, it makes me think 'dungeon', which isn't a good sign. These ropes look like they're magical, and I don't know if tearing them off is the best idea. I can't hear anyone outside, but the edges of the door are stuffed with sack cloth to stop sound getting out. So they shouldn't be able to hear me, either.
Hmm. Sounds like the Dream merchant he met has some unsavoury business partners.

"Blue Lantern. Can you hear me?"

"Nnnnnn Rose…"

Rose. That was his wife's name, the one who went… Oh.
So they're probably trying to leech away his dreams of her. Dreams founded in memories of the good times, no doubt.

I see… Faces and laughter, flowing under his skin, draining down the ropes into-.

My left knee hits the closest gourd as I collapse, sending it rolling across the floor. They're draining something out of-! I draw my knife and slice into the rope wrapped around his right wrist, cutting through and causing the rope to fall to the ground. Wait, wait, no, that doesn't put whatever it was back into him. Ah, quick, grab the gourd, rope still in the hole where the stalk was, then-. Then put the rope that was around his head back on, tie the cut end of this rope to it and put the gourd in his lap.
Heh, one of the finest skills of the superhero: Making it up as you go and hoping it pays off.

I step around the chair, cutting through the rope on the opposite side and then tying the cut end to the rope circlet and putting the gourd on his lap.

This time I've spotted the pattern and sit on the floor.
Let's hope one of these dreams doesn't hit in the real world, it might get awkward if he keeps flopping like that. Especially if he's in a fight...

I see faces and laughter, flowing into his head from the gourds, getting back under his-.

The door bangs open and I leap to my feet-
Well, looks like Alan's captors have some sort of sense of how the process is going... Or they heard the noise of Sanderson flopping about. :p

"Who are-! Lord-!"

-and see a rough-looking Arab with a scimitar on his belt. He looks scared for a moment, and he's reaching for his sword go!
I mean, this could be a completely legitimate business transaction... But the evidence is really against that.

Two steps and I'm across the room, his sword just coming free! My right forearm slams into his neck with the full force of my body behind it, slamming him through the doorway and into the wall of the corridor outside. My left fist comes in low, slamming up into his diaphragm in a nasty punch Mr. Grant taught me. He's kept hold of his sword but his right arm is pinned against his chest so he can't really use it.

"He's f-."
Sadly, I suspect his vulnerabilities to getting hit in soft spots depends on how human he feels at any given moment.

I shift my right arm so that my knife is pricking his neck.

"Drop the sword, or we find out if dreams can die."
And isn't that a whole can of worms to open a philosophical discussion with, huh? On the other hand, we've seen Dreams killed before. Usually they stayed gone, until Morpheus recreated them. But what of formerly Human dreams, hmm?

His eyes drop as he tries to get air back into his lungs, and eyes widen as he spots where my hand is. There's a clatter as his sword hits the stone floor.

"Now, I'm going to step back and you're going to come with me. We're going into the cell, and once we're in I'm going to strap you to the chair. Make any trouble and, well it's been a while since I've had to knock someone out without hurting them too much. Nod if you agree."
And he's not joking. The whole 'light tap on the head' to put someone out is such an overused trope. And one a lot of viewers/readers are well aware is rather fake...

The guy makes a very small and worried nod, careful not to test my knife.

"Okay. Step."
Not quite gripping him by the balls, but I suspect you have his undivided attention right now.

We edge backwards, and I make sure to keep eye contact. Woowee! Not too bad for my first fight this century! My heart's racing and I can feel the sweat on my hands under my gloves. Okay, we're inside.

"Move around to your left. Slowly."
Don't worry, it'll get easier as you get used to it again.

He does, and once he's far enough away from the door I step smartly away from him. His eyes are still fixed on me. Okay, his scimitar is on the ground outside but I've got a few moments until anyone wonders where he's gone. Next step, shut the door so he can't shout for help when he gets his breath back.

Then put my knife back in its sheath and take out my gas gun.
I mean, it probably doesn't look like an actual firearm, but I doubt this guy knows that. And one of the options was a truth gas...

"You know what a gun is, smart guy?"

He nods.
Still, even looking down the barrel of something resembling an old pump spray-gun is intimidating. (Flit-Gun, huh? :confused: Never knew they were called anything...)

"Okay then. What is this place?"

"My master harvests dreams from people. There are… Rich buyers."
Yes, I'm sure there are. Anything is a commodity if someone wants it badly enough...

Why bother with opium dreams if you can get real ones?

"Is that legal?"
Ooh, good point. We've been told they do have people who go out searching for new and interesting dream concepts... But I should wonder if it's legal to strip-mine people's minds for them.

He stares at me for a moment, then slowly shrugs his shoulders. I raise the gas gun and point it at his head.

"Guess."

"Men can sell their dreams, and they can be claimed from debtors. And taken from slaves."
And which situation is this one, eh? I'm pretty sure Alan didn't owe anyone here anything...

"But you can't just grab people off the street. Right." I take my left hand off the gas gun and take a pair of handcuffs out of one of my pockets. "Catch."

I toss it, and he catches it with both hands.
Well, I didn't think it would turn into that kind of dream. :p

"Put one around one of your ankles, and then the other around one of your wrists."

He hesitates.
Maybe he's having trouble even picturing how that would work. But it does sound like an effective way to immobilise someone.

"I need you tied up. Do you want me to hit you over the head, or are you going to do it yourself?"

He crouches down, trying to keep his eyes on me as he puts one of the cuffs around his left ankle, then the other cuff around his left wrist.
Yeah, hard to run, or even move easily, in that sort of pose.

"Good." I lower the gas gun. "Now, you're going to hear a lot of stuff in a little while, and I really think you should stay right here and wait for the police. Or guards, or whoever enforces the law around here."

A slightly nervous nod, and he shuffles back into the corner of the room.

I walk up to Green Lantern and shake his left shoulder. "Blue Lantern? Are you awake?"
And I suspect things will not go well for him and his buddies when they do get here.

Welp. Of course someone got into trouble. I was half expecting it to be Doctor Mist, since we still haven't seen him. What's the bet he's letting the Flow guide him, and just ambling around town until just what he needs falls into his lap? I mean, Constantine can't be the only wizard who can operate like that, after all.
 
Welp. Of course someone got into trouble. I was half expecting it to be Doctor Mist, since we still haven't seen him. What's the bet he's letting the Flow guide him, and just ambling around town until just what he needs falls into his lap? I mean, Constantine can't be the only wizard who can operate like that, after all

Heck, he'd probably be better than Constantine if he knew that skill.

That puritan witch guy said that one important part of synchronicity traveling is allowing yourself to be guided by a higher power.

Constantine wouldn't let that happen, so he's missing out on some tricks.

Mist may be able to allow himself to be guided.
 
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oh.

This seems like a tragic violation against Alan. I'm disturbed by this. I was certainly wrong about that timeshare presentation… That'll teach me to trust a haggler.

Well presented I guess, Mr Zoat.


On a completely unrelated note, does Paul still have the Bowel Disruptor he looted from Prankster (Uncle Oswald)?
 
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Heck, he'd probably be better than Constantine if he knew that skill.

That puritan witch guy saud that one important part if synchronicity traveling is allowing yourself to be guided by a higher power.

Constantine wouldn't let that happen, so he's missing out on some tricks.

Mist may be able to allow himself to be guided.
That's probably how it works for them, but I would guess that for the Holder of the Laughing Magician and the current Incarnation of the FOOL it probably works differently for him, I view it as John having either Admin privileges or considered a Priority Asset by the Wave. Or something along these lines
 
You also know a version of yourself that got married to an underage sadistic murderer. And another that mounts the flensed skulls of his bounty targets on his living room wall

Who was this? I don't remember him at all.

Power Ring Blue was married to Zorina Zatara so that the latter could take over as the next leader of the branch of the Zatara Crime Family that her father current leads.

Though Raul could also take Baul's place since he's also in a relationship with an underage sadistic murderer.
 
That should say 'doing'.
Thank you, corrected.
Power Ring Blue was married to Zorina Zatara so that the latter could take over as the next leader of the branch of the Zatara Crime Family that her father current leads.
Though to restate, she wasn't under the local age of consent.
Though Raul could also take Baul's place since he's also in a relationship with an underage sadistic murderer.
I don't believe that she's ever been convicted of murder.
 

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