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If Quinn was trying to treat them why hasn't he told the League about it? They have fought Anti-Life corruption before and I'm sure with everything the league knows about it studying it with the resources the League has at their disposal would greatly help Quinn at the very least. Keeping this farm a secret is what's making my Spidey-sense tingle.I doubt it.
If Quinn had anti-lifed these guys, he wouldn't be supressing that anti-life justification with his own magic.
It was clearly some kind of treatment, attempting to cure them. Or at least render them a non-threat.
Which doctor mist fucked up because he bumbled in here with no idea what was going on and started slinging his magic around.
If Quinn was trying to treat them why hasn't he told the League about it? They have fought Anti-Life corruption before and I'm sure with everything the league knows about it studying it with the resources the League has at their disposal would greatly help Quinn at the very least. Keeping this farm a secret is what's making my Spidey-sense tingle.
Have they?
In Renagade timeline, Scott and Barda can sorta treat anti-life affliction.
Has this version of them done that
As for New Genesis, Brownies might not be able to survive leaving earth's thaumosphere.
They are a kind of fairy or nature spirit, I think
IIRC Paul, Alan, and one of the Greenies managed to purge Anti-Life from some people pretty heavily in its thralls by just shoving Glow energy into them.
It's not a perfect solution, but it's a solution.
using a small swarm of cattle prod constructs to knock them back one at a time and retreating the pods if a brownie takes a swing at one.
Thank you, corrected.
Well, sounds like Sandy got himself loose. But this is going to be a total fustercluck, isn't it? Vines, Brownies and whatever the fuck they can do with the Anti-Life they're touched by will not make this easy to finish quickly or cleanly.8th November 2012
11:40 GMT -5
-The Demon flees into the field, trying to keep ahead of the brownies!
"Sandy-man!"
Last thing you need is them getting a Constantine on their side."Mist, can-"
I attach a flight aura to The Demon and lift him into the air, clawed hands grasping at his shoes as they're yanked out of range.
What's the bet they have some form of anti-construct capabilities? For that extra level of 'fuck you' to Lanterns..."-you do something-"
I generate a construct barrier, trying to hem them in close to the barracks.
And of course they do. Which will also likely make them resistant to whatever Doctor Mist could do to them."-about the infection?"
"I will try, but something-"
The barrier construct comes apart under the claws of the Justified brownies so I change tack, using a small swarm of cattle prod constructs to knock them back one at a time and retreating the pods if a brownie takes a swing at one.
At least the black crystals are a one-shot attack, it seems. But did it get Sandy or not?"-is different."
Sanderson reforms under the blackened vines, clutching at his head- "Gah!" -as the vines above him crumble to ash.
Heh, kind of the reverse of a displacer field. Unfortunately, it doesn't take them out of the fight...Denied their primary target, the brownie mob turn and lunge at Dr. Mist. He makes a twisting motion with his left hand just before the first leaping brownie hit him. It vanishes, as do the second and third. What did he-? There, a little way away. They reappear, reorient themselves and resume the attack.
Alan scoops up Sanderson and flies up into the air. "Does this mean Quinn's been Anti-Lifed?"
Thank goodness for automatic evasion scripts."That would be my guess."
Okay, brownies can't fly, so as long as we avoid the vine attacks-
I jink left to avoid their grasping.
Not the best time, Alan. Little hard to help them when they're trying to attack you, and they're construct-resistant...-we should be alright. "Do we need to see anything else, or are we just getting away?"
In the blur light of his ring I see Alan frown. "We needs to free them!"
Huh. Heck of a reaction to being grabbed. Or did Doctor Mist try a purification spell on it?Dr. Mist sidesteps a mindless lunge, then turns and grabs hold of his would-be attacker. "This is not like the infection we encountered in Bialya."
The brownie he's holding shudders and then goes still.
And this is where you remember, he's got more magical experience than most other mages on Earth combined."If it was, I would have detected in on John Quinn. This is… N-"
Vines leap towards his from all directions, prompting no greater reaction than a negligent wave of his right hand. Fire swells in all directions, burning vines and incinerating crystals-
Hopefully missed the eye, those are always messy. Still going to bleed like a stuck pig..."-ew."
-but doing nothing to stop the brownie who appeared above him! It lands on his left shoulder, right claws cutting into his face and leaving bleeding lines across his cheek and forehead even as he drops his captive and tries to grab his assailant. The vines surge again-.
An another one goes limp. Seriously, are they like Ragdoll cats, with a funky reaction to being held?I grab onto him with a construct, attacking brownie and all. I know he's supposed to be immortal, but I'm not sure that makes him immune to being Anti-Lifed and frankly I don't want to risk it. I don't know how the brownie got above him. Was it riding the vine and then jumped off when it caught fire?
Dr. Mist's passenger slumps and the doctor finally manages to get a good grasp on it, a faint white glow shimmering from his wounds-.
Oh, that's bad. Wounds that won't heal, even when White Light-based magic is applied?
So, the wounds are soul-deep? That's even worse."They are able to use the Anti-Life as a spiritual weapon. We need to scour the area for more information!"
I nod, rising higher into the air and extending filaments towards his wounds.
Probably hurts like a mother-fucker, even if he can ignore it easily enough."May I?"
"It is not critical, but, yes. I would appreciate it."
Performance issues? Don't worry, OL, it happens to all Lanterns sooner or later.Filaments try to bind the flesh? Nothing. Purple healing ray from subspace? Nothing.
"Um."
So not classic Anti-Life. Could it be full-on Black Light? Or could Doctor Impossible be involved, and getting creative?"Yet I can feel thet it is not interfering with my natural clotting."
"Did you hear some sort of 'something equals something else' when they attacked?"
"I did not."
...Crap, what if he's infected with it? Is he a ticking time-bomb now, just waiting for the right time to turn on them?"Alan?"
He shakes his head. "No, I didn't. Can you do something for Sandman?"
Hopefully it can be burnt out with a little Spectrum exposure. Hope and Desire are surprisingly compatible, at a base level..."I-I-I'm okay." He manages to pull himself upright in the bubble. "It was just a shock, that's all."
Dr. Mist looks at him for a moment, then grimaces. "It would appear not. I am sorry."
Some manner of entropic attack? Definitely aligns more with Black Light than Anti-Life..."Okay, how-?"
A brownie appears on my armour's upper surface, fingers passing through my construct armour and biting into the joins in my armour! I chuck The Demon and Dr. Mist at Alan as I form a construct pole to knock the brownie off! The armour plate is.. loose, a dozen points of attachment no longer quite as connected as they-.
Ooh, he's gonna feel that in the morning.Alan chucks our passengers back as three brownies teleport onto him! I catch them as he spins in the air with a construct bat swinging! He hits one in the stomach and dodges the second but the third manages to grab his right leg and-
SNAP!
Well, shit. How far, though? 30 feet? 60? Line-of-sight? If that's the case, they're fucked as far as escaping goes."God-!"
A construct lasso yanks it off, sending it tumbling back to the ground. It vanishes before it gets there.
They can teleport.
Only real option is to keep filling the space around them with stuff, in hopes that they're not willing to risk a tele-frag.I turn the area around me into a sphere of construct spikes, and after a momentary delay while he braces his leg Alan does the same.
"Doctor, can you..? Stop them doing that?"
Just don't peer too deep, or you'll find someone else looking back at you...Dr. Mist still has hold of his prisoner, a faint white glow visible around his hands and in his eyes.
"I still need to understand more."
Nice, wide lines of sight, no cover on the approach... Yes, a nice killing ground, especially if they can't teleport in.I nod, looking down. We're a little way above the fields now, and I can see-.
"There. That area looks like they've already cut it down."
Or they're willing to kill even him in the name of whatever altered them.The Demon grimaces. "They're going to tell Quinn, aren't they?"
"They were still calling you 'Master' when they attacked. Maybe he doesn't have the control he thinks he does. If they think you're him then there's no reason to tell 'you'."
So do your poking around, so you can get your asses gone, preferably away from the immediate area.He raises his eyebrows. "But they might tell whoever's really in charge. Efficient, if a bit likely to get us killed."
"Yes, seeing the completed form of the vines may be useful. But we should be swift. I do not think that they will call in Quinn, but thet will not stop them calling in someone else."
The Brownies kept saying Justified does that mean the New God Justeen is behind this?
What's the bet they have some form of anti-construct capabilities? For that extra level of 'fuck you' to Lanterns...
Some manner of entropic attack? Definitely aligns more with Black Light than Anti-Life...
Should be 'blue light' I think.
Thank you, corrected.
detected it
the joints
Thank you, corrected.
No, that's correct.
"Are we creeping up or rushing the target?"
"I believe thet the element of surprise is lost. Let us attack with-."
My colleagues vanish, leaving me along with the brownie in the field.
"That I've got more fucking sense that to mess about with Anti-Life
My colleagues vanish, leaving me along with the brownie in the field