Mr Zoat
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Honestly now I'm wondering if Earth -14 humans are the same way. If all humans from antimatter universes are the same way
Blue Paul's POV means we only really see Crime Syndicate members, who obviously aren't bog standard people. The episode where Paul and Zatanna ended up in Earth -14 also wasn't long enough to get a good view on what normies are like.
But for Earth -14, it didn't seem like humans were inherently different on a psychological level from what little we did see? Things were obviously bad yes, but that felt more like the situation driving everyone to extremes.
Close. It's basically DC canon for at least one version.I have idea if this is even vaguely similar to what Zoat has going, but I know for my own supers story setting, the 'evil twin' world isn't actually self-sustaining, it undergoes regular and frequent societal collapse and then is repopulated by the spontaneous generation of new 'evil twins' of people from the normal world, who sometimes spawn in with equipment or even whole buildings copied over from their normal counterpart's environment. This is also why the evil world is always such a close parallel with the current normal world, rather than being wildly divergent.
Now, did she time things perfectly by knowing those bombs were going to explode? Or did her remote detonate them?
I assumed the implication was that there are always bombs going off pretty consistently.
That should say 'to'.It will be fascinating to see this undone, too see their minds return to their neutral state having glimpsed the soul of Great Darkseid. I wonder how they will sleep, how they will rationalise their actions in the warm light of falsehood? I wonder if they will become more resistant to future exposure, or less? Perhaps that is why Great Darkseid has allowed this? Those he confronts personally simple do not recover from the experience, so this… Pale shade could generate information that he could not otherwise acquire for himself.
Lovely mythology gag and one of the most quotable and adaptable badass boasts in fiction."Ah, you think Anti-Life is your ally? You merely adopted the Anti-Life!"
But I don't put my spirit into my words. I do not want to challenge Mistress for control of this city. I merely wish to gain some idea of her strength. If she has undergone an Awakening… That may be interesting.
"I was born in it, moulded by it! I knew nothing of freedom until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but cloying!"
This probably isn't going to end well...
Poor boy. Needs more explosions in his life
With a name like Mistress, I imagine there is a lot of bootlicking going on.
Ah, Canis. I suppose that creeping and skulking around in the shadows is hardly your preferred role, is it? If nothing else, this way is quicker. If somewhat noisier, since I doubt they'll appreciate your unique approach.6th February 2013
13:40 GMT -5
I am to find this 'Mistress' without the aid of other scions? Well then, they cannot complain overmuch about my methods. Hiding is not the way of the gods of Apokolips.
"Mother Box!" "Bring forth my faithful steed!"
Hey, now, some gods like to work through lesser things. Subtlety is usually the better option.BOOM!
I tear off the lowly rags that I wore to disguise myself as Béton Brut emerges, and I feel better already. I told Match that it is not in my nature to disguise myself, but I do not think that he understood how profoundly unnatural it feels for a god to hide their fire under a bushel. Brut checks my scent for a moment and then sniffs the air, taking in the stench of Gotham.
Won't lie, I half expected Brut to have Godspeech there, but no..."Ungwwr?"
"It smells a little like home, doesn't it boy?" I pat the side of his neck, then haul myself up onto his back. I can't help but smile. "A pale reflection, but it feels more normal than Earth. Ah, but what art could I produce if saw only the same things day after day?"
Well, they probably don't have orders on what to do in a situation like this.I look around, the lowlies having scattered and the… Extensions of Mistress's soul looking as unconcerned as they should.
"There, that one. Brut, scent."
Yeah, still have to keep to that 'no killing' rule, after all.I grip his sides with my legs as he bounds over, shoving his nose into the chest of the closest. Brut is as accustomed to the Anti-Life as I am, taking the scent of the frail strands of Ultimate Truth that fill the Earth will no doubt prove a simple matter. They raise their guns and I…
I sigh is what I do. The indulgences I grant Aunt Barda.
And no doubt his sense of smell is far sharper than any bloodhound. Especially for more mystical things.I wave my mega rod, a pulse of force knocking them back artlessly. It's… I can appreciate slapstick, but when you've seen one falling prat you've seen them all. Brut walks forward, sniffing each of the fallen in turn.
"Grhmf."
Ah, Brut. Best boy."Do you have it, boy?"
His head comes up as he sniffs the air for a moment. I see the moment where something catches his attention.
Not much at the south end of Gotham... Except a park, the docks... And Blackgate Prison."Run."
He bounds down the road, feet momentarily touching road surface or car bonnet as he accelerates towards our destination. The place of power of Mistress. And it seems that we're going south.
Though she's probably still busy down inRobinson Park passes us on our right, the land overgrown as the Acolytes of Ivy cultivate the land. It is strange how they give themselves to that cause when their mistress was so dismissive of meat-based life. But I suppose that is one of the wonders of the Anti-Life; all are equal in slavery.
Something others have been wondering, but coming at it from a different angle, eh?It will be fascinating to see this undone, too see their minds return to their neutral state having glimpsed the soul of Great Darkseid. I wonder how they will sleep, how they will rationalise their actions in the warm light of falsehood? I wonder if they will become more resistant to future exposure, or less? Perhaps that is why Great Darkseid has allowed this? Those he confronts personally simple do not recover from the experience, so this… Pale shade could generate information that he could not otherwise acquire for himself.
Better not. If only to stay on the good side of your local allies.I wonder..?
Is it immodest for me to try to acquire a fragment of the Anti-Life for myself? Darkseid has not vouchsafed to me any new objective, so I can only assume that my purpose here has not changed. I would not use it for my own advancement, but… What could I create under such an influence that I can not even imagine now?
Kind of hard to block a giant dog that can basically parkour over barricades and along building facades.But I should not destroy what-.
A spray of bullets strike my armour and Brut's barding as we charge through the financial district. I see. Ah, of course. The puppets may not be moved to preserve their own lives, but in the service of their Mistress they will rally apace to corral me. Manned barricades constructed from abandoned cars are assembled with nary a word, but the roads south are many and Brut's paws are swift.
Huh, someone tried to initiate Narrative Combat? Or is that simply a denser patch of Anti-Life emissions?
...Oh god, he's paraphrasing Nolan!Bane... Nice of him not to employ Godspeech, though."Ah, you think Anti-Life is your ally? You merely adopted the Anti-Life!"
But I don't put my spirit into my words. I do not want to challenge Mistress for control of this city. I merely wish to gain some idea of her strength. If she has undergone an Awakening… That may be interesting.
Though I suspect anything pistol-sized to him is as big as a shotgun for a regular human..."I was born in it, moulded by it! I knew nothing of freedom until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but cloying!"
We turn a corner and charge a barricade, and I stow my rod and take up my pistol. Artfully precise shots to the barrels-
To be fair, shooting the ammunition still leaves it prone to exploding. Which makes quite the mess of the person holding the gun..Because Robin waxed wroth at me last time last time I used precise shots to destroy their ammunition clips, after all, and the beauty of the act is much the same; stylistic bloodletting replaced by slapstick as their guns misfire or cease to exist.
-prevent them from firing. I then stow my pistol, and as Brut leaps the ruined vehicles I lean left and reach out my hand, snatching a cut-rate justifier off the ground. Though I will credit him with not exclaiming beyond what the impact itself forces through compressing his lungs. My right hand grasps my pommel and I haul myself upright once more as the barricade recedes behind us.
Interrogation atop a bounding giant dog. How remarkable.
I suppose with no thoughts of your own, there's no real fear to hamper you.He gamely draws his knife, not attempting to alleviate my grip around his throat at all even as I constrict his wind pipe.
"I would-"
...Ow. Disarmed with emphasis.He stabs at my throat, my right and meeting his wrist, gripping and twisting, snapping bone and breaking grip.
"-speak with-"
...Might want to lighten your grip on his throat, if only to prevent him passing out while you pass on your request.His failing kicks at Brut's flank are similarly ineffectual.
"-your Mistress."
And that's nothing compared to what Canis grew up with. All you're doing is making him feel nostalgic.Disregarding his damaged arm, he leans back using my grip on his neck as a pivot point and places the soles of his feet against Brut's side to push. I tighten my grip with my legs, staring him in the eyes.
Inalienable Truth.
How polite of you, Canis."Where may she be found?"
He draws his pistol, and I can only image that he is slow in bringing it to bear against his own head because he lacks the breath for thought. A good attempt! I twist my legs, causing Brut to run closer to the row my buildings to our left. And then I twist in the saddle, the lowlie's shaking hand smacking into the wall and the gun being knocked free with the bare minimum number of broken bones!
Ah, good, he still can breathe."I will ask again, lowlie." I slap his legs down and pull him closer as we reach the coast, the barricade before the Blackgate Bridge being the last impediment. "Where is she? I would speak with her on a matter of great importance!"
"Yhr n't fit t' lick'er oots."
Sorry, 'Mistress', his Godspeech is louder."But I would do so anyway. Now tell me!" All-Consuming Passion of Creation!
Inalienable Truth.
Logical. Blackgate is on an island, and thus easily defensible.
Guy he's carrying is probably very lucky he didn't get hit by any of those.BOOM!
-boom tube opens, Brut lunging through as the bullets from the bridge garrison pass through the air behind us.
...And his crazy plan worked. He's going to be insufferable now, isn't he?Inside the prison, aah, the Anti-Life is almost palpable! Lines of men in prison overalls stand against the walls, heads bowed, as a woman in tight-fitting but unarmoured clothing walks towards me.
"Mistress will see you now."
He stabs at my throat, my right hand meeting his wrist...
I wouldn't mind switching back to Paulswell. These anti-life chapters are just depressing me.So, looks like we might finally get to meet 'Mistress' face to face. Though it's more or less an open secret who it is. Still, the Narrative Flow must be observed. Assuming we don't get trolled by a cutaway to Roswaul or the Renegade. Still, it'll be interesting to see a meeting between two people steeped in Anti-Life, responding to it in different ways.
Guy he's carrying is probably very lucky he didn't get hit by any of those.
The Anti-Life Equation seems to be working as intended then.I wouldn't mind switching back to Paulswell. These anti-life chapters are just depressing me.
'I saw'"A pale reflection, but it feels more normal than Earth. Ah, but what art could I produce if saw only the same things day after day?"
'flailing'?
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I'm of the opposite feeling. I don't really know the show so the Roswell chapters don't vibe with me.I wouldn't mind switching back to Paulswell. These anti-life chapters are just depressing me.
Of course. It can't be permanent. Darkseid isn't the one doing it, and thus it is naturally inferior.Anyone else catch on that Canis believes this anti-life infection is going to end? Even with his experience with it?
Simply
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Never thought we'd see Canis' POV. Though I suppose this is the best way to keep up on what's happening on Earth 16 at the moment.
That should say 'to'.
Lovely mythology gag and one of the most quotable and adaptable badass boasts in fiction.
Bane's "adopted the darkness" speech. And it's the mythos of the DC universe.
It might, but it's also possible that her innate Silver-Age-ness will grant her Super-resistance.I wonder how the silver age Supergirl is handling the effects of Anti-Life. I'm a bit scared for her, this might scar her for years to come.
I wonder how the silver age Supergirl is handling the effects of Anti-Life. I'm a bit scared for her, this might scar her for years to come.
Also... Is it possible that a mind controlled (Mastered, to use a Worm term) Lois Lane is Mistress? She'd be a tool to help break Superman, as part of Darkseid's plan. She was captured at the start of this mess too.