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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)
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Considering he comes from a world dominated by selfish people and supervillains, I don't' think "the Great" is the right title to use for this guy.
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That's assuming Mitchell wants a cape name.
Remember he may just be helping with Anti-Life because he's capable of doing it, but after that he may not want to participate in superheroics.
Did they happen to date? Because this little passive-aggressive thing strikes me as a bad breakup.
Maybe not a romantic antagonism, but definitely a professional one due to different methods.
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I assumed before now.
Traditionally (there are exceptions) Supergirl is older than Clark, but because of whatever shenanigans she was frozen while Clark grew to adulthood.
So I assumed that Ultrawoman was a Kara who was never frozen.
But knowing Zoat's love for obscure characters its not like her being Lyla Lerrol or someone else was out of the question.
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Of course, sending the reformed belle Reve supervillains to a place where Ultrawoman's POV has admitted that she's using magic to subtly nudge decision making in her new recruits is very risky, as far as the state of mind of those reformees is concerned.
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I think you meant "came up with"? Also, if Ultrawoman speaks American English, then "realized".
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Did they happen to date? Because this little passive-aggressive thing strikes me as a bad breakup.
Or she was a Kon situation, and so Alexander is Dad.
-16 is Amerika, -14 was America
"This man, too, is [an] Alexander." (Etymology: "Alexander" literally translated is "defender of men".)
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That's what this version is called. I guess that when your English teachers are that evil, SPaG gets left by the wayside.
Thank you, corrected.
Also, really, America?
Thank you, corrected.
I only knew the Kandorian version of that character.
I'm going to say that it was an error in her training. Naturally, they assumed that the form of English spoken in England would be the default. Any occasions of her using American English are things she learned since her arrival.
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... I wouldn't have said 'traditionally,' since Silver Age Supergirl was younger than Clark, having been born after Krypton was destroyed and Argo City became a spacecraft. I think 'Supergirl is chronologically older than Superman' might have only started in 2005.
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Traditionally does not mean originally.
The pilgrims did not eat pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce, and mashed potatoes at that first Thanksgiving. Halloween used to involve jack o lanterns made out of turnips, not pumpkins. Jesus' birth was once celebrated in January.
As for the tradition of Supergirl not aging at the same rate as her cousin, that started in 1976 with Power Girl her Earth-two variant, who was rocketed to Earth at the same time but landed late enough that her now adult cousin effectively adopted her as a daughter.
DCAU Supergirl Kara In-Ze was thirteen when Krypton exploded, and is "younger" than Superman thanks to cryogenic suspension. This was in 98.
Later continued in New Earth in 2004, as well as Bombshells in which Superman is a clone of Supergirl so of course she's older, later Earth 2 Power Girl, New Frontier Supergirl, Injustice Supergirl, DCeased Supergirl, DC Superhero girls Supergirl, Young Justice Supergirl, Smallville Supergirl, DC Universe Online Supergirl, Superman Unbound Supergirl, and the Supergirl tv show Supergirl.
Although that trend might have stopped, since a snarky comment by post Death Metal Supergirl about an orphanage implies they might have given her original origin back. But with DC, it's probably just a matter of time until they do another retcon.
Lantern Conspiracies (part 10)
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4th November, 1999
11:31 GMT
I'm in the Republic of Ireland without passing through a border checkpoint, but that's okay. We're both still part of the European Union, UKIP's respectable showing in the European Parliament election earlier this year notwithstanding, so there's no need to show a passport. Before coming here I didn't go to other European countries often enough to know if I'm supposed to go through a border point anyway just so they know I'm here or if it's alright to just turn up, but I'm pretty sure that owning a strategic weapon given to me by non-human sophonts would be a bigger deal if it ever came to court. Or maybe not. I think it was in 1984 where one of the characters advised obeying all of the small and everyday rules so that no one would think that you were disobeying the large ones.
I walk up to the… Well, the stone that Percival gave me is glowing, so there must be some sort of ley line focus here. But the standing stones aren't exactly in good repair, and from the arrangement it looks like someone decided to repurpose them for public meetings.
But who am I to argue with a glowing stone?
Construct armour firmly attached, no construct weapons, satchel with appropriate gifts and absolutely no electronic devices. All check. I step into the still just visible circle, hold the stone up and wait.
I should have asked Percival how long-.
The stone shimmers white and… Pink? And light strobes out towards the circle's circumference. The intensity builds for a few moments and then there's a flash-.
And… I'm somewhere else. In a rocky tunnel lined with conveniently glowing crystals. Normally I'd scan something like that and try to work out how that worked. But I'm on best behaviour.
Ah…
I was sort of assuming that someone would have heard that, but it doesn't look like anyone's running to see what that lightshow was about.
Alright, just… Politely walk forwards and… Ah, not ask if anyone's home… Glow more brightly?
Huh. The tunnel is quite short, and opens into… A sort of underground garden. Strange plants bearing stranger fruits grow from a central area and from large pots around the walls. A large crystal growing in the ceiling appears to be providing the light-.
"Niamh, would you mind giving me a hand over here?"
A pink-haired banshee in a plain white robe is doing.. something to one of the plants. Gathering nectar, I think? Or possibly sap?
I.. walk towards her, looking around as I go. There doesn't appear to be anyone else here, though I can see other tunnels leading away from this cavern.
"What's the matter, been tasting yer own-" She glances up for a second before returning her attention to her work. "-fruit-."
Her head comes back up and she stands in a hurry, pitcher containing nectar falling-.
I extend a construct hawk, flying it across the room to catch the pitcher and set it on the ground. That action is enough to set her off, hair rising and hands glowing as she musters whatever energy it is banshees use for their attacks. Pitcher safely landed I dismiss the hawk and raise my hands in surrender, weakly glowing stone turned so that the rune carved into its surface is clearly visible.
"What-? Who are you? What on Earth are you doing here?"
I move my right hand to my chin and wiggle it left and right, then rotate it so that my thumb is pointing towards my chest and slide it backwards and forth.
She looks down at it and then back up at my face.
"Is that supposed to mean something?"
Yes, I suppose it would have been a bit much to hope for, every member of an isolationist community knowing British sign language.
I nod.
"Well clearly it doesn't. Where did you get that stone from?"
Two fists, thumbs pointed inw-.
"Stop doing that." Her hands are still up but the glow has faded and her hair's nearly back to normal. "Can you no' talk?"
I shrug, and reach into my satchel for pen and paper. Pulling them out, I flick through to the basic words part and hold up 'No'. Then I flick through to the 'greetings' section and hold up 'Hello, I am the Green Knight'.
"The… Oh. I didn't think you were real."
'Banshee'.
"Of course I'm real. And that doesn't explain where you got that-."
"Sh'rain!" Pink hair glances over to the cave entry where the voice came from. "Who are you talking to?"
A banshee with faded purple hair walks in, then stops dead as she sees me. One quick look at the stone-.
"Put yer hands down, girl. This one's allowed here."
The pink haired banshee -Sh'rain, apparently- does as she's told, though she still looks at me suspiciously.
"Why?"
"He's a friend t' Queen Mab. Though he hasn't-" Purple hair regards me curiously. "-been back here fer a while."
I flick through the book to an empty page and write, 'Please take me to the queen'.
"Oh, aye. I'll take y' to her a'right."
Flick to one of the first pages. 'Thank you'.
"What's so special about him?" Pink hair looks at me curiously, now that her fear has been allayed. "There is a man under there, isn't there?"
"Aye, there is. Not one we've seen fer a while." She draws herself up slightly as she looks at me. "Come along, then."
I nod politely at Sh'rain, then march towards Purple Hair. She looks a little older, but I see what Percival meant about them not really showing their age. Scanning her telomeres wouldn't tell me anything as they wouldn't decay at human rates, and I doubt that radio carbon dating would tell me very much either. Once I get closer she turns away, apparently without concern about the glowing green man behind her, and leads me down another tunnel.
"Y've been away a while."
I nod, holding up the 'yes' page. But she doesn't turn around.
"I also don't remember y' bein' so sensitive aboot yer height."
Ah. Starting to get worried that this stone was for Percival's personal use only. New page, and I write 'I'm not P-.'
Ooh, that's a big Cavern. I actually can't see the far side, and that's not just because of the giant petrified tree in the centre. And a little way around to the right is… Okay, I don't know enough about Irish history to argue Percival's description of their monarchies, but that looks like an impressive throne dais. A group of banshees -and I think that one's Mab- emerge from various passageways or fly down from other parts. My escort slows down to allow her queen to properly ensconce herself on the throne before bringing me into her presence.
Mab looks down on me from a great height as I bow low.
"You have been away for a long time. I had been getting worried that you no longer wanted anything t'do with us."
The tone makes it clear that she means 'you disappeared one day and I'm still pissed off about it'. I'm not sure what Percival did, as he seemed to think that they were still friendly. Though I suppose for a maltusian it might not have been all that long.
I reach into my construct satchel and pull out a book filled with the latest in deep space images and artistic impressions of the wider universe, as well as a smaller bag. With a smaller bow I hold them out, and purple hair takes them from me before walking up the steps to the throne and handing them over. The book is briefly opened and a few pages examined, causing Queen Mab to briefly smile before forcing her face back to its resting position. She opens the pouch next, reaching in with her right hand and pulling out one of the many vampire teeth I put inside.
"I see you've not lost yower strength. Was it a private audience you were wanting?"
I nod.
"I can do that. For an old friend." She rises, keeping a grip on the pouch and book. "You'd best have something worth listening to."
11:31 GMT
I'm in the Republic of Ireland without passing through a border checkpoint, but that's okay. We're both still part of the European Union, UKIP's respectable showing in the European Parliament election earlier this year notwithstanding, so there's no need to show a passport. Before coming here I didn't go to other European countries often enough to know if I'm supposed to go through a border point anyway just so they know I'm here or if it's alright to just turn up, but I'm pretty sure that owning a strategic weapon given to me by non-human sophonts would be a bigger deal if it ever came to court. Or maybe not. I think it was in 1984 where one of the characters advised obeying all of the small and everyday rules so that no one would think that you were disobeying the large ones.
I walk up to the… Well, the stone that Percival gave me is glowing, so there must be some sort of ley line focus here. But the standing stones aren't exactly in good repair, and from the arrangement it looks like someone decided to repurpose them for public meetings.
But who am I to argue with a glowing stone?
Construct armour firmly attached, no construct weapons, satchel with appropriate gifts and absolutely no electronic devices. All check. I step into the still just visible circle, hold the stone up and wait.
I should have asked Percival how long-.
The stone shimmers white and… Pink? And light strobes out towards the circle's circumference. The intensity builds for a few moments and then there's a flash-.
And… I'm somewhere else. In a rocky tunnel lined with conveniently glowing crystals. Normally I'd scan something like that and try to work out how that worked. But I'm on best behaviour.
Ah…
I was sort of assuming that someone would have heard that, but it doesn't look like anyone's running to see what that lightshow was about.
Alright, just… Politely walk forwards and… Ah, not ask if anyone's home… Glow more brightly?
Huh. The tunnel is quite short, and opens into… A sort of underground garden. Strange plants bearing stranger fruits grow from a central area and from large pots around the walls. A large crystal growing in the ceiling appears to be providing the light-.
"Niamh, would you mind giving me a hand over here?"
A pink-haired banshee in a plain white robe is doing.. something to one of the plants. Gathering nectar, I think? Or possibly sap?
I.. walk towards her, looking around as I go. There doesn't appear to be anyone else here, though I can see other tunnels leading away from this cavern.
"What's the matter, been tasting yer own-" She glances up for a second before returning her attention to her work. "-fruit-."
Her head comes back up and she stands in a hurry, pitcher containing nectar falling-.
I extend a construct hawk, flying it across the room to catch the pitcher and set it on the ground. That action is enough to set her off, hair rising and hands glowing as she musters whatever energy it is banshees use for their attacks. Pitcher safely landed I dismiss the hawk and raise my hands in surrender, weakly glowing stone turned so that the rune carved into its surface is clearly visible.
"What-? Who are you? What on Earth are you doing here?"
I move my right hand to my chin and wiggle it left and right, then rotate it so that my thumb is pointing towards my chest and slide it backwards and forth.
She looks down at it and then back up at my face.
"Is that supposed to mean something?"
Yes, I suppose it would have been a bit much to hope for, every member of an isolationist community knowing British sign language.
I nod.
"Well clearly it doesn't. Where did you get that stone from?"
Two fists, thumbs pointed inw-.
"Stop doing that." Her hands are still up but the glow has faded and her hair's nearly back to normal. "Can you no' talk?"
I shrug, and reach into my satchel for pen and paper. Pulling them out, I flick through to the basic words part and hold up 'No'. Then I flick through to the 'greetings' section and hold up 'Hello, I am the Green Knight'.
"The… Oh. I didn't think you were real."
'Banshee'.
"Of course I'm real. And that doesn't explain where you got that-."
"Sh'rain!" Pink hair glances over to the cave entry where the voice came from. "Who are you talking to?"
A banshee with faded purple hair walks in, then stops dead as she sees me. One quick look at the stone-.
"Put yer hands down, girl. This one's allowed here."
The pink haired banshee -Sh'rain, apparently- does as she's told, though she still looks at me suspiciously.
"Why?"
"He's a friend t' Queen Mab. Though he hasn't-" Purple hair regards me curiously. "-been back here fer a while."
I flick through the book to an empty page and write, 'Please take me to the queen'.
"Oh, aye. I'll take y' to her a'right."
Flick to one of the first pages. 'Thank you'.
"What's so special about him?" Pink hair looks at me curiously, now that her fear has been allayed. "There is a man under there, isn't there?"
"Aye, there is. Not one we've seen fer a while." She draws herself up slightly as she looks at me. "Come along, then."
I nod politely at Sh'rain, then march towards Purple Hair. She looks a little older, but I see what Percival meant about them not really showing their age. Scanning her telomeres wouldn't tell me anything as they wouldn't decay at human rates, and I doubt that radio carbon dating would tell me very much either. Once I get closer she turns away, apparently without concern about the glowing green man behind her, and leads me down another tunnel.
"Y've been away a while."
I nod, holding up the 'yes' page. But she doesn't turn around.
"I also don't remember y' bein' so sensitive aboot yer height."
Ah. Starting to get worried that this stone was for Percival's personal use only. New page, and I write 'I'm not P-.'
Ooh, that's a big Cavern. I actually can't see the far side, and that's not just because of the giant petrified tree in the centre. And a little way around to the right is… Okay, I don't know enough about Irish history to argue Percival's description of their monarchies, but that looks like an impressive throne dais. A group of banshees -and I think that one's Mab- emerge from various passageways or fly down from other parts. My escort slows down to allow her queen to properly ensconce herself on the throne before bringing me into her presence.
Mab looks down on me from a great height as I bow low.
"You have been away for a long time. I had been getting worried that you no longer wanted anything t'do with us."
The tone makes it clear that she means 'you disappeared one day and I'm still pissed off about it'. I'm not sure what Percival did, as he seemed to think that they were still friendly. Though I suppose for a maltusian it might not have been all that long.
I reach into my construct satchel and pull out a book filled with the latest in deep space images and artistic impressions of the wider universe, as well as a smaller bag. With a smaller bow I hold them out, and purple hair takes them from me before walking up the steps to the throne and handing them over. The book is briefly opened and a few pages examined, causing Queen Mab to briefly smile before forcing her face back to its resting position. She opens the pouch next, reaching in with her right hand and pulling out one of the many vampire teeth I put inside.
"I see you've not lost yower strength. Was it a private audience you were wanting?"
I nod.
"I can do that. For an old friend." She rises, keeping a grip on the pouch and book. "You'd best have something worth listening to."
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Ah, off to visit the fairies already, Emerald Knight? Hopefully it goes well. Though if things turn messy, even a halfway-proficient Ring-wielder would be no pushover in a fight. Still, better to hope for the best and prepare for the worst, than the other way around.
No doubt a local banshee keeps the hidden systems up and running, just in case. Given that they basically resemble slim human women, it's probably not hard to keep up a rotating watch.
Honestly surprised he's not here with you. Guess he wants you to be able to stand on your own, given what's ahead for you.
And with a crude-at-best Ring AI, I'm not sure the readings would make much sense anyway.
It's not like they have a bell on the doorway, I suppose.
Heh. Wonder if all of their spaces are like this, or if they have some with open sky above them.
Man, that artstyle...
So late-90's......Wait for it. Double-take in three... Two...
...One. And a fairly natural reaction to the unexpected, especially if it seems like it's attacking you at first.
Apparently he assumes that the sign language thing is a general skill.
I mean, for all she knows, you just made some sort of offensive gesture at her.
Makes you wonder why the protagonist Banshee learned it.
Roswaul, you clearly don't need to try and keep your humanity secret in this place...
Presumably a simply display screen construct is a little too advanced for him.
Fair's fair, girl.
Let's hope this one recognises the theme, at least.
Don't be like that, girl.
He even saved your little jar of goodies....Oh, boy. What is the Emerald Knight stepping into, then? Old girlfriend of Percival's?
Be on your guard, Roswaul.
Hopefully gentlemen are allowed in. I mean...
Little banshees have to come from somewhere. Although they might head out on expeditions for that sort of thing...The demeanour suggests... Middle-aged? Mature, at least. At least old enough to remember Percival from an earlier time.
One drawback of not talking: Having to get people to look at you to get your responses.
Do keep in mind that, thinking back, the stock SI is about six feet tall. Just a bit bigger than Percival.
This'll be the throne room, then. Or at least a general meeting hall where Mab holds audience...
...Oh, boy. Ex-girlfriend vibes increasing rapidly.
Blink of an eye, really, given how Hinon shrugged off being in an Avarice-deprived coma for a period measured on geological timescales.
Well, at least the gifts are smoothing the way. A gift of stars and a trophy of old foes definitely warms her heart, it seems.
Makes me wonder if they have tape-decks set up somewhere, with music from the eighties loaded up...
Well, looks like Roswaul is going to have some privacy. Hopefully that means he can drop the 'strong, silent type' act and actually dispel some assumptions the Banshees seem to have been making thus far about him. It'll be a bit hard to have a nice, diplomatic conversation if he's going to have to spend his time scribbling in his notebook.
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Me too. Maybe we need Zoat GPT?
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He can talk - he was talking with Percival. He's just being ultra cautious because he's vulnerable.
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He can, he just doesn't-
A) He's dealing with a worldwide conspiracy open to shooting first, shooting second, keep shooting if the pieces are still twitching so he's not giving them a clue to track him down and shoot him with air to surface missiles while he's sleeping
B) Percival didn't talk as the Green Knight, so he's continuing the "strong silent type" schtick so people will assume that he's the same person.
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Ah, I'm not really in to Dragonball...
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The whole 'no voice' thing continues to be vastly more inconvenient, both in-character and for us readers, than just using a voice changer.
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This is going to be very interesting. But as I recall, Mab's daughter isn't called Sh'lain and the Sh'lain we are used to has been banished. Though if Paul does something during the events of "Queen of the Banshee", things may wind up different.
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As far as I'm aware you can just drive between countries. That's my experience on the continent, at least.
'away'
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In her own words, "I am progressive! I voted in favour of steam engines!"
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Yeah, but the Good Friday Agreement is a recent thing in the ninties, and there's still a lot of terrorist funding related crime going on.
Thank you, corrected.
Sorry, my mistake. They have similar names.
And she probably shouldn't. Banshees aren't Luddites, they get ill and then go mad in the presence of machinery.In her own words, "I am progressive! I voted in favour of steam engines!"
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Understandable. While I have no clue as to how her name is spelled, I believe it sounds like "Shrine".
Unless they have an Earth Stone like what Sh'lainn gets to save her from the "Iron Death". The only technology I could imagine that would be safe for Banshee would be magitech or something techno-organic and as far as I can tell those don't exist in Roswell Conspiracies.
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Banshee already use magitek. It's just more 'magic-operated device' than 'device which runs on magic'.
I don't remember any species being big on biotech.
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She's is working with a government paramilitary agency, so knowing some nonverbal codes could be useful.
It may have just become a habit at this point.
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Where did it say that?
Also, something I've noticed the more I read this is that a debuff Green lantern is basically a Power ranger. Seriously think about it! He has a powerful item on hand that allows him incredible power gives him an armored suit and allows them a number of weapons and attacks with a color coding, he has an old mentor training and advising him, who once did this thing until peace was more or less achieved and now that a great evil has come to tear apart the people and "Conquer Earth!" There's now a new generation (of 1) to save the world again, and his identity is sealed and he is even automatically respected on sight because of the profession of what he's wearing.
This is awesome . Never realized how much I wanted a Roswell Conspiracies - Power Ranger fic till now.
He's not Roswaul he's Ranger Paul!
I think I want a whole fic of just this.