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

"What else can you do with energy bending?"
Besides giving people bending powers, if this statement leads to Korra fully exploring and expanding upon the uses of Energy which others would learn from her, Paul accidentally making Cultivation into an actual practice in the setting thanks to this question is quite hilarious.
 
I mean seriously: all that tension about how Aang would cope with the situation, and he gets an out which allows him to avoid choosing whose existence was never previously hinted at from a being whose existence was never previously hinted at to help him fight a bender who was weaker than him anyway.
Remove the first "whose existence was never previously hinted at".
 
Laundry, Filed (part 5)
8th August 2015
19:58 GMT


He's an idiot, and I already hate him.

"…one more person I want to bring on board before we begin discussing the specifics."

I've met vacuous politicians before, men and women of no strong moral beliefs who could operate at the highest level of politics through money, personal charm, tribalism and a rat-like skill at detecting when the ship was sinking. But the worst that Earth 16 could offer… The worst that just about any world I've been to could offer, wouldn't do something so stupid as taking a private meeting with a supervillainous magician known to specialise in parasitic mind control without a magician of their own in the next room and a garland of wards around their neck.

At the very least.

The Home Secretary is a dead woman. No one who tries to mind control her own country can be allowed to live, and if I have to invite the entire senior police leadership into a lecture hall and de-encephalise her myself then so be it. But Prime Minister Jeremy Michaels needs to be removed from office as well. Not because he's evil, but because he's either stupid or so conceited that the result will be much the same.

The Cabinet Secretary Nigel Irving at least has the excuse that he's a religious convert. If one accepts the idea that joining an evil religion due to genuine faith is less bad than giving them the nod because you're too self-absorbed to think that it might not be a good idea.



No, no, that's a little unfair. To a British person the Golden Promise Ministry just sounds like a slightly odd American Evangelical Christian denomination, and… To most of their devotees, that's pretty much all they are. Except they don't worship the Source, they worship some sort of insect fish thing from a parallel universe whose indirect presence is giving me a headache. Must find an honest American priest so that I can explain that they all sound like that to the rest of us.

"Oh?" Dr. Schiller-.

Huh, that's novel. His bond in mind and body to his inhuman master is so strong that I can't actually.. see or feel him in the way that I can most people. He's still.. there, as far as I can tell, but the unclean presence that he brings with him is so… All-enveloping that it's making me a little unwell. It's not an attack, his presence is just so discordant

"And who might that be?"

But he's a three-trick pony, and his assistant isn't even that.

I walk out of the hush tube aperture, mildly pleased that the 'hush' part apparently includes the ability to dodge detection by fish-insect magic.

And I smile at the headache that will soon be departing and departed.

"Grayven!" Michaels smiles, because he knows almost nothing of warfare and so treats me like I'm a celebrity musician or something. "This is Doctor Schiller of the Golden Promise Ministry."

I nod, my eyes not leaving him for a moment. "A pleasure. Do you prefer 'Reverend' or 'Doctor'?"

And there it is. Nothing heavy duty, nothing too overt, just a slight and constant mental nudge to see him as what he presents himself to be and not to look too deeply into anything else especially his crotch. It isn't mentally crippling and won't result in most people who meet him thinking anything much about 'that nice American priest', and it can even be fought off by pure willpower if the subject has their wits about them.

I am a New God. With a ward, because I don't know how fast he can go from glad-handing priest to Host-of-the-Doom-Fish and that might actually give me a challenge. I could just let it slide off me or otherwise give the impression that I'd been at least weakly affected. But there's a good chance that I'll be the only one leaving this room alive, so I shut that blooming thing right down. Get lost.

There's only a mild twitch in his face as his spell breaks, which he turns into a smile. And I only notice the mild spasm in his trousers because I'm specifically watching for it. Never let it be said that insect-fish-monsters can't pick their mortal vessels with care.

"Doctor, please, since we're here to talk about temporal matters. In as much as there's a difference in this line of work."

I just hope he isn't going to give me some sort of secret cultist handshake. Actually, I'm surprised that he risked coming to Britain given that I'm here. But perhaps he's assumed that I'm just one of the eggmen.
I Am The Walrus
"Are you a godly man, Mister Grayven?"

"Yes."

Not like I don't know for certain that the Source exists, after all. It was a little odd when the Special Operations Executive's duty Christian priest seemed surprised by that, but I suppose that if you're forced to deal with weird magic stuff for too long it starts to cloud your vision.

And there's the Revered Doctor's renewed effort. This time it's specific. I'd guess that he's trying to probe for the residual embers of the Christian faith to fan back into insect-fish slanted life.

"You did God's work in Leeds, saving all of those innocent lambs from the forces of darkness."

It's a bit of a pot-to-kettle comment, but the elves do call themselves The Host of Air and Darkness. I tried explaining what that sounds like to their new Most High, but the human mind she was mantling apparently was into that sort of thing and thinks it sounds cool, while the elven part of her mind doesn't get it at all.

"I like to think so." Scan.

Oh, he felt that. His whole body tensed up. I wonder how his Church has been dealing with the superheroes they must have been tripping over by now? Mind control parasites, probably, but their random nature must throw a few interesting complications their way.

"I was under the impression that your work as a… 'Super hero' was freelance. Are you tendering for business?"

"Oh, no, no. I find consultancy work more satisfying these days. For example, Mister Prime Minister-."

"Call me Jeremy."

He makes my knuckles itch. "Jeremy. I couldn't help but notice that you're not wearing a ward. I have to tell you that that's quite unwise."

"Oh, I hardly need it for a private meeting like this."

"On the contrary, that's when you need it the most. Even a relatively weak magician could charm their way past your guards at a low security gathering like this, and as Prime Minister you're a far more inviting target than a random person on the street. Allow me."

I tag each of them and bestow upon him and the Cabinet Secretary an example of Sunset's work. The weak charm that the bugfucker has placed on them each collapses immediately, though only Irving shows any sign of being aware of it.

'Jeremy' shrugs, still smiling agreeably. "If you say so?"

"And the other point I feel obliged to make is-"

I don't rush, or swing my fist or do anything that implies for a moment that I'm not in full possession of my faculties. I simply reach forward with my left hand, grab the chief bugfucker by the neck and hoist him up. This Is Not Your Place

"What are you-?!"

I then tear off the bugfucker's trousers, the elephantine insect which long ago replaced his auto-emasculated genitalia dangling free. It hisses at us.

"-that you should listen to your bound servants when they try to warn you."

"What the-!" He instinctively tries to get away, throwing himself backwards into his chair in horror. "What-? Is-?"

Schiller tries. Michaels' and Irving's wards light up with the glory of the ascendant sun, and I have to grit my teeth slightly. But with me standing here like this, I can block his attempts to draw extra power from his master.

His handmaiden draws a gun and points it at Michaels. "Put-!"

I strike her very carefully in the forehead, sending her flying backwards unconscious but not dead.

"Mister Prime Minister, I would like your approval to kill this evil sorcerer."

"Do it! Do it!"

I close my left hand, severing his head. Then I grab his… Heh. Organ grinder, and rip it free. I raise the hateful thing up to get a good look at it, and it glares at me with hate-filled compound eyes.

"Oh, what interesting things you shall tell me. Assimilate."

G'goo goo g'joob
 
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They'd be afraid once they saw him. Spirits don't really share information.
I'm surprised no spirit has tried to get the Avatar's help with this "mysterious" spirit/shaman that's going around mind controlling spirits. Or maybe no one knows about him because he's mind controlled everyone who would've seen him mind control a spirit.
 
I'm surprised no spirit has tried to get the Avatar's help with this "mysterious" spirit/shaman that's going around mind controlling spirits. Or maybe no one knows about him because he's mind controlled everyone who would've seen him mind control a spirit.
It's spirits mostly tied to the material world well before the convergence. Most spirits can't get through to the material world.
You're really stealing the man's dick?
He cut it off himself.
 
The Host of Air and Darkness. I tried explaining what that sounds like to their new Most High, but the human mind she was mantling apparently was into that sort of thing and thinks it sounds cool, while the elven part of her mind doesn't get it at all.

AAAAAAAAAAAHH!

Zoat made mantling a thing!

The End Times are upon us! Doom! Doom for us all!

…also, I'm not liking whatever is up with the site, and there doesn't seem to be a way to change it back in settings. What's going on? First Zoat, now the forum?
 
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8th August 2015
19:58 GMT


He's an idiot, and I already hate him.

"…one more person I want to bring on board before we begin discussing the specifics."
Well, this meeting is off to a great start. Not only is the Renegade having to deal with the great British bureaucracy, but he's also having to face down demon worshippers. And probably their 'alien' masters, too.

I've met vacuous politicians before, men and women of no strong moral beliefs who could operate at the highest level of politics through money, personal charm, tribalism and a rat-like skill at detecting when the ship was sinking. But the worst that Earth 16 could offer… The worst that just about any world I've been to could offer, wouldn't do something so stupid as taking a private meeting with a supervillainous magician known to specialise is parasitic mind control without a magician of their own in the next room and a garland of wards around their neck.
Seriously? Does the man have no self-preservation instincts at all?

At the very least.

The Home Secretary is a dead woman. No one who tries to mind control her own country can be allowed to live, and if I have to invite the entire senior police leadership into a lecture hall and de-encephalise her myself then so be it. But Prime Minister Jeremy Michaels needs to be removed from office as well. Not because he's evil, but because he's either stupid or so conceited that the result will be much the same.
...I bet he's having such wonderful flashbacks to the Earth Sixteen British government right now...

The Cabinet Secretary Nigel Irving at least has the excuse that he's a religious convert. If one accepts the idea that joining an evil religion due to genuine faith is less bad than giving them the nod because you're too self-absorbed to think that it might not be a good idea.
Well, sounds like he at least has principles. Bad ones, but he has them.



No, no, that's a little unfair. To a British person the Golden Promise Ministry just sounds like a slightly odd American Evangelical Christian denomination, and… To most of their devotees, that's pretty much all they are. Except they don't worship the Source, they worship some sort of insect fish thing from a parallel universe whose indirect presence is giving me a headache. Must find an honest American priest so that I can explain that they all sound like that to the rest of us.
I'd say something about that being Lovecraftian, but I'm pretty sure the setting has made that observation already. And explained that it's because Lovecraft had a bad time with said insect-fish, or something.

"Oh?" Dr. Schiller-.

Huh, that's novel. His bond in mind and body to his inhuman master is so strong that I can't actually.. see or feel him in the way that I can most people. He's still.. there, as far as I can tell, but the unclean presence that he brings with him is so… All-enveloping that it's making me a little unwell. It's not an attack, his presence is just so discordant
Like having someone breathing raggedly in your ear, but they're gone the second you try to look for them? I can picture it.

"And who might that be?"

But he's a three-trick pony, and his assistant isn't even that.
And they're about to come face-to-face with their doom?

I walk out of the hush tube aperture, mildly pleased that the 'hush' part apparently includes the ability to dodge detection by fish-insect magic.

And I smile at the headache that will soon be departing and departed.
Ah, his dad humour game is strong.

"Grayven!" Michaels smiles, because he knows almost nothing of warfare and so treats me like I'm a celebrity musician or something. "This is Doctor Schiller of the Golden Promise Ministry."

I nod, my eyes not leaving him for a moment. "A pleasure. Do you prefer 'Reverend' or 'Doctor'?"
I bet the guy's boss felt a shudder of something for an instant, if it was smart enough to sense what the Renegade is...

And there it is. Nothing heavy duty, nothing too overt, just a slight and constant mental nudge to see him as what he presents himself to be and not to look too deeply into anything else especially his crotch. It isn't mentally crippling and won't result in most people who meet him thinking anything much about 'that nice American priest', and it can even be fought off by pure willpower if the subject has their wits about them.
I'm guessing it's not for reasons like the BBC series' version of Zaphod Beeblebrox, who apparently had a little extra something running into both trouser-legs as an unmentioned gag. Because heads and arms aren't the only thing he had extra of, supposedly...

I am a New God. With a ward, because I don't know how fast he can go from glad-handing priest to Host-of-the-Doom-Fish and that might actually give me a challenge. I could just let it slide off me or otherwise give the impression that I'd been at least weakly affected. But there's a good chance that I'll be the only one leaving this room alive, so I shut that blooming thing right down. Get lost.
Well, a challenge until you can stick it with your little knife. Still, best to not let it get any ideas.

There's only a mild twitch in his face as his spell breaks, which he turns into a smile. And I only notice the mild spasm in his trousers because I'm specifically watching for it. Never let it be said that insect-fish-monsters can't pick their mortal vessels with care.

"Doctor, please, since we're here to talk about temporal matters. In as much as there's a difference in this line of work."
Heh. If not for that spell, I wonder what people would have thought when they saw that twitch...

I just hope he isn't going to give me some sort of secret cultist handshake. Actually, I'm surprised that he risked coming to Britain given that I'm here. But perhaps he's assumed that I'm just one of the eggmen.
I Am The Walrus
I'd make the obligatory 'Goo goo gajoob', but I see you handled that in a bit. It was that or a Doctor Robotnik joke. :p

"Are you a godly man, Mister Grayven?"

"Yes."
It'd be a bit hard not to be, given what he is. :rolleyes:

Not like I don't know for certain that the Source exists, after all. It was a little odd when the Special Operations Executive's duty Christian priest seemed surprised by that, but I suppose that if you're forced to deal with weird magic stuff for too long it starts to cloud your vision.
And nothing's weirder than DC's New Gods. And especially the Renegade's path to where he is now.

And there's the Revered Doctor's renewed effort. This time it's specific. I'd guess that he's trying to probe for the residual embers of the Christian faith to fan back into insect-fish slanted life.

"You did God's work in Leeds, saving all of those innocent lambs from the forces of darkness."
A god's work, yes. Your god's, no. Though it probably felt a little vexed by the competition.

It's a bit of a pot-to-kettle comment, but the elves do call themselves The Host of Air and Darkness. I tried explaining what that sounds like to their new Most High, but the human mind she was mantling apparently was into that sort of thing and thinks it sounds cool, while the elven part of her mind doesn't get it at all.
So she's mainlining a chuuni? How appropriate.

"I like to think so." Scan.

Oh, he felt that. His whole body tensed up. I wonder how his Church has been dealing with the superheroes they must have been tripping over by now? Mind control parasites, probably, but their random nature must throw a few interesting complications their way.
Yes, the trap is sprung and the quarry has realised it's in deep doo-doo. They're not going to enjoy what comes next.

"I was under the impression that your work as a… 'Super hero' was freelance. Are you tendering for business?"

"Oh, no, no. I find consultancy work more satisfying these days. For example, Mister Prime Minister-."
Set your own hours, get paid whatever you ask the desperate employer for and give obnoxious managers the what-for... It's good, fun work for a semi-retired fellow.

"Call me Jeremy."

He makes my knuckles itch. "Jeremy. I couldn't help but notice that you're not wearing a ward. I have to tell you that that's quite unwise."
Try to curb the desire to slap some sense into him. It'd be counter-productive until after you've cleaned house.

"Oh, I hardly need it for a private meeting like this."

"On the contrary, that's when you need it the most. Even a relatively weak magician could charm their way past your guards at a low security gathering like this, and as Prime Minister you're a far more inviting target than a random person on the street. Allow me."
And that slight noise you hear is every nerve in the bad guys' bodies tensing up.

I tag each of them and bestow upon him and the Cabinet Secretary an example of Sunset's work. The weak charm that the bugfucker has placed on them each collapses immediately, though only Irving shows any sign of being aware of it.

'Jeremy' shrugs, still smiling agreeably. "If you say so?"
...Too stupid to notice, or is something already wearing the fellow's skin, then?

"And the other point I feel obliged to make is-"

I don't rush, or swing my fist or do anything that implies for a moment that I'm not in full possession of my faculties. I simply reach forward with my left hand, grab the chief bugfucker by the neck and hoist him up. This Is Not Your Place
To be honest, given his reach, it's not like he had to do much more than that.

"What are you-?!"

I then tear off the bugfucker's trousers, the elephantine insect which long ago replaced his auto-emasculated genitalia dangling free. It hisses at us.
...Okay, now the epithet makes sense. :eek: Yikes.

"-that you should listen to your bound servants when they try to warn you."

"What the-!" He instinctively tries to get away, throwing himself backwards into his chair in horror. "What-? Is-?"
Yes, bit of a shock. Hopefully he has the Sanity remaining to tank the obvious San Loss.

Schiller tries. Michaels' and Irving's wards light up with the glory of the acsendant sun, and I have to grit my teeth slightly. But with me standing here like this, I can block his attempts to draw extra power from his master.

His handmaiden draws a gun and points it at Michaels. "Put-!"
Not quite having his 'legacy' in your hands, but I can understand not wanting to put your hands anywhere near the dick-bug.

I strike her very carefully in the forehead, sending her flying backwards unconscious but not dead.

"Mister Prime Minister, I would like your approval to kill his evil sorcerer."
How merciful. She'll probably end up spending a long time in jail or on death row for her part in this anyway.

"Do it! Do it!"

I close my left hand, severing his head. Then I grab his… Heh. Organ grinder, and rip it free. I raise the hateful thing up to get a good look at it, and it glares at me with hate-filled compound eyes.
Gee, if looks could kill... Well, this one would probably still bounce off the Renegade's metaphysique.

"Oh, what interesting things you shall tell me. Assimilate."

G'goo goo g'joob
Just be careful about uploading its' memories.

Very nice. I don't know the characters, but I'm guessing they had that coming. And now the Renegade can get official backing to clean house in this England's government. Didn't even need to give someone a Red Ring this time... Just make a bit of chunky salsa. Shouldn't be that hard, really, with the practice he's had.

...known to specialise is parasitic mind control...
...known to specialise in parasitic mind control...
...light up with the glory of the acsendant sun...
...light up with the glory of the ascendant sun...

Goodness, writing this up today was an experience with the new forum software. The Froala editor did make it nice and easy to reveal godspeech, at least. Let's hope they add some of the other sites' tricks like [glow=orange]Glow text.[/glow] :sneaky:
 
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…also, I'm not liking whatever is up with the site, and there doesn't seem to be a way to change it back in settings. What's going on? First Zoat, now the forum?
As you probably clicked past the notification, QQ just upgraded it's forum software. The forum techs will probably add the old skins back in when they're finished beating the new bugs to death and they don't think the server will catch fire.
 
I don't think absorbing Eldritch knowledge is a good idea, didn't Grayven learn from Ra's and Savage?
 
Wonder how the LF characters will react to assimilation? Also, I've never read Laudrey Files, so what exactly is Grayven assimilating?
 
AAAAAAAAAAAHH!

Zoat made mantling a thing!

The End Times are upon us! Doom! Doom for us all!
She actually is mantling. It's a different process.
…also, I'm not liking whatever is up with the site, and there doesn't seem to be a way to change it back in settings. What's going on? First Zoat, now the forum?
The forum 'upgraded' and there's no classic skin. I don't like it either, but hopefully one will get added later.

Ugh. It even messed up the 'like' button.
...known to specialise in parasitic mind control...
...light up with the glory of the ascendant sun...
Thank you, corrected.
It was that or a Doctor Robotnik joke.
I post-date trhe 'Eggman' thing, and have no idea why they made that his name. A literal translation of a Japanese pun?
 
I post-date trhe 'Eggman' thing, and have no idea why they made that his name. A literal translation of a Japanese pun?
Eggman was always his official name in Japan. The Sega of America localization team decided renamed him without consulting the original development team. Later on, they explained it as Eggman being his nickname in the English language version as a way to merge the two different names.
 
8th August 2015
19:58 GMT
No fault of the author but the forum update has made a merely boring update outright painful.

8th August 2015
Laundry, Filed (part 5)
170 After Genocide, Late winter
Avatar: Legend of Azula (part 8)
Avatar: Legend of Azula (part 9)
Avatar: Legend of Azula (part 10)
17th February 1996
Mediocre Morphin' Substitute Rangers
Hopefully that is the last of the Laundry Filed updates. Not getting back to the actual story for a while longer but at least the Avatar stuff is interesting.
 
No fault of the author but the forum update has made a merely boring update outright painful.

Hopefully that is the last of the Laundry Filed updates. Not getting back to the actual story for a while longer but at least the Avatar stuff is interesting.
I like the laundry files stuff. Am genuinely considering reading it now
 
A bit of a risk in violating the Rule 8, but I have to point out that they probably didn't do that for fear of a backslash from viewers which could have impacted how the studio executives had the show proceed.

A lot of fictional works did that.

Nowadays various animated series may show queer characters openly and have them be a part of the main cast, like the Owl House, Vox Machina, Fiona and Cake etc., but even a few years ago that would have been rare and difficult to find or consider.
Belated, but:

Bryke stated on their blogs that they had intended for two characters in the show to be on the LGBTQIA+ spectrum, and did their best to code them appropriately on the show. However, they weren't permitted to make it explicit in the show because of Nickelodeon's Broadcast Standards & Practices (i.e., their censors) having an explicit rule at the time prohibiting any depictions of non-heterosexual romance or sexuality. Thus, Kya (and one of Suyin's children--I can't remember his name, but he was supposed to be ace) could only be lightly queer-coded instead of having it be outright stated.

Originally, there weren't any plans for the Korrasami ending; both were supposed to be heterosexual and playing around with the tropes of teen romances (partly to make the characters approachable to their target demo--the same kids who, five years earlier, had been watching AtLA and were now in high school). However, season one's love triangle plot bombed hard with the audience, and when they tried having Korra and Mako as a couple in season two, they realized halfway through writing it that it wasn't working out, even before any episodes aired, hence their breakup. At the time, Bryke swore off writing any more romantic subplots for LoK, on the grounds that they just weren't gonna be able to successfully set them up... and then, during season three, they discovered that Korra and Asami were starting to come together organically, without their meaning to pair them as a couple; it wasn't just the online shippers who were seeing sexual tension between them.

Because of the BS&P rule, they knew that they weren't going to be allowed to resolve any of that attraction between them, but they figured they'd still lean into it as much as they could, resulting in a lot of the more blatant ship-bait in season four. Before they knew it, they were starting to write the finale, and suddenly realized that they couldn't leave it completely unresolved, if only for their consciences. They found themselves thinking, "How will I feel in twenty years if I can't say I didn't at least try to have some bi representation?" (And yes, they've confirmed through their blogs that Korra and Asami are bisexual, not gay, because "bisexuals exist and deserve representation, too.") Therefore, they went, trepidatiously, to their representatives at Nickelodeon and asked permission to have them be an official couple by the end of the finale. Fortunately, the Nick execs liked the idea (the BS&P rule actually dated back to the 80s and they felt less worried about it in the late 00s), and they worked with BS&P to determine exactly how explicit they could be in making them a couple--thus their blatantly paralleling the AtLA closing shot of Aang and Katara, but not including the kiss (which BS&P felt was a step too far at that point).

People may complain about them not going far enough in showing the non-cishet characters in the series, but remember, they were the first to even go that far in making openly queer characters. The only show I know of that predates them to include any would be Adventure Time, but in that, Bubbline wasn't made explicit on-screen canon until after the end of LoK, with the only official word being their voice actors being told "Remember, you two used to date" by the voice director. So not making Kya's sexuality explicitly clear in LoK shouldn't be treated as "it wasn't in the show so it's not canon," as there were a lot of restrictions on it at the time. (For the record, the first issue of the Korra comics--which are explicitly canonical per Word of Bryke--not only started with the kiss that was implied in the series finale, but then featured Korra and Asami worrying a bit about how their relationship would be taken by others, and, when Kya's sexuality was made explicit, a discussion of attitudes towards non-cishet sexualities in the four nations. If you're curious, it was basically "Sex is a private thing, so if it's behind closed doors, we don't care" in the Water Tribes and Earth Kingdom, pretty much free-love Anything Goes in the Air Nomads, and roughly current western attitudes in the Fire Nation before the war, but Azulon, the Fire Lord between Sozin and Ozai, declared anything other than cishet to be illegal about twenty years after the start of the war.)
 

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