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Good, multi-layered protection. Shows a lot of progression in her skills in combat and adventuring magic. I'm guessing she's here to assist with identifying possible magical brainwashing sources. Or just to cover M'gann because going into a hostile site solo seems foolish..7th May 2013
04:06 GMT -1
"Recognised, Miss Martian, B zero five, Zatanna Zatara, B zero nine."
M'gann comes through the construct zeta tube in mermartian form, while Zatanna appears in a bubble of air that has runes floating on the surface. Though I see that she's also got her enchantments going so that if the comfortable layer fails she won't get immediately crushed and drowned.
It was somewhat short notice, which is why more of the Team isn't out here. I rather imagine another Lantern might go a long way to helping keep people from injuring themselves in another forced attack.And they're both glaring at me.
M'gann puts her hand on her hips. **I thought that we were doing this together.**
Ah, it has been a while since they've seen other, right? Even if she's cleared of Violet Light contamination, there's still feelings.**I was just following up on a lead. I didn't think this would become an active mission. Plus, it was an awkward time for the East Coast-.**
Zatanna flies over to me and pokes me in the chest with her right-.
Any one of them says a lot about her state of mind.I felt that on my skin. She just connected to my ring's environmental shield and used it to convey a poking sensation. Either that or she did something really clever without using her bloodline backwards talking ability-. Or she did it before arriving so that she could poke me once she got here.
Well, don't show off, then.I can't help smiling at her level of preparedness-.
She glares. "Stop smiling." Like a puppy. "I'm mad at you."
Comes looking for an argument, gets confused when he compliments her. Typical OL, really."Yes, but look at you. What you're doing not just brings home for me how far you've come."
Zatanna seems momentarily nonplussed, her poking hand raised slightly from my chest.
It's not like she did it for your approval, baka. My, that would be amusing: Tsundere Miss Martian.M'gann sort of glances at Zatanna for a moment, then shifts her form to that of a white-shinned sharkwoman. **Um.**
"While I'm aware that your shapeshifting has improved significantly since our first mission, I'm afraid that that's something you could do years ago."
Because of course he is. Some guys just have no sense of priorities.Abandoned warehouses aren't really a thing in Atlantis. This warehouse isn't abandoned, it's just that all the things it was storing are now being used to construct new farms so there isn't much in it. Steven's been working here as a warehouse manager, a combination of security guard and clerk. A decent enough place to hide out, even if we're not sure that anyone's looking for us. All three of the Fearsome Fish-Eaters have joined us, and… Mr. Cottridge is checking out M'gann's flukes.
And he could kick your ass into orbit, bud. Be polite. She seemed amazed he'd try to pick up girls during a covert superhero operation.He grins a toothy shark-grin. "I like it just fine. You busy later?"
M'gann glances at him, then rolls her eyes. **I'm already dating someone.**
The pause was more surprise than consideration. Amazed she didn't give OL a private **Is he serious?**..."Had to think about it though, didn't you?"
**No.** She turns back to me. **Orange Lantern, what's our objective?**
Not a form they recognise, certainly. Doesn't mean it is or isn't, just they didn't recognise it.**Someone appears to be using wide-area telepathic suggestions on the locals. It didn't do anything to us, but I don't know if that's because we were the ones the suggestion was supposed to kill or something else.**
Zatanna frowns, glancing at Robert. "And it wasn't magic? This is Atlantis."
I wouldn't be surprised if everyone knew a couple of common magical spells, from simple 'heat water' spells to 'minor persistent protection from 'bad things''."N-."
King Sha'ark snorts. "Yes, this is Atlantis, not the surface. Everyone here knows some magic. Try that sort of thing with magic and someone would notice. One of our senior blood mages was affected, and other people's magic usually slides right off them. We're not used to telepathy."
Careful about leaping to conclusions, M'gann. there's only the possibility of 'Some kind of telepath', not 'A single telepath'.Robert looks a little down. "No. What he said."
**So we're tracking a telepath? That should be easy if there's only one telepath in the city.**
Nice reminder of her first big blunder with telepathy. Surprised he hasn't relocated the statue somewhere by now.**Miss Martian, there's a giant naked statue-.**
**I haven't forgotten! I've learned a lot since then, too.**
Unless they have a knack for coordinating their telepathy, no.**To be clear, we don't know that there's just one telepath, just that there was one command which would only require one telepath.**
**Do you think there are six telepaths as strong as me?**
Ah, right, multi-brained psychic. With plenty of cross-brain error-correction, so if whoever's behind this gets one brain, another can force them out... Unless someone can hit all of them at once.**That seems unlikely.**
**Then-** Her forms shifts once again, from sharkwoman to star conqueror. **-I'm fairly confident.**
Or an arcane structure with the same function.**Okay. My first idea was that the rest of us would go somewhere open and let lots of people see us, then you could trace it once the broadcast happens.**
Her legs wiggle. **That works for me, but what if it's a machine of some kind?**
Just locating it would be enough, given OL's long-range strike capabilities.**Could you home in on it? Tell us where it is?**
**Probably. But I can't just attack it like I could if it was a person.**
That must be a peculiar thing to see on a giant cyclopean starfish...**Not a problem. Anything I haven't thought of?**
**If it's implanted commands in everyone in the city I can't remove them all in one go. Depending on what they are, I might not even be able to remove them all when we beat… Whoever it is.** She monoptically frowns. **Do we know who it is?**
Doesn't stop him from being a psychic threat.**My only guess so far is Karshon.**
**I thought he was just a regular shark again.**
Or multiples of either. Make an entire school of psychic sharks or something.**That's my most recent information. But he's been changed back before. Of course…** I frown. **There's really no reason why someone with the mutagen couldn't just dose another shark.** I nod to King Sha'ark. **Or a local. But whoever it is and whatever happened, we need to track them down.**
And if they can shake that sort of thing off? Hand them off to someone better suited?**Right.**
"Zatanna, I'd rather not hurt more people than we have to following Miss Martian's directions. Please focus on countermagic and decoys."
Just remember to think three-dimensionally. A wall won't help much if they can still swim around it.She nods.
"Cornwall, traps and barriers. Lock anyone who attacks us in place long enough for us to move on."
Good. Hopefully with at least one person monitoring her."Can do."
"Miss Lemaris, since you are by your own admission compromised, I'm going to have to ask you to stay here."
She doesn't look happy, but she nods.
The joy of working with an active monarch. Think he's feeling a little ignored and powerless about these outsiders making plans without him?
In other words, he's not going to just ignore the troubled state of Nanauve."You don't have any telepaths or ways to track telepaths, and we don't know what the trigger is for whoever this is spotting us and turning your fellow Nanauvians after us. And until King Orin formally nullifies it, Atlantis is part of the Justice League's charter, which means that we're obliged to protect its people."
There's polite, OL, and then there's taking the piss... And you're walking a thin line."Still."
I give him a courtly bow. "I apologise, your majesty, for my gross impropriety. How may these humble servants aid you?"
Ah, good thought. They'd either have to be centrally located, or mobile around the outskirts to provide coverage."Exactly what you just said. But you should ask me first."
"Alright. Any idea where the telepath might be hiding, so we know where to start?"
Hopefully not bigger than they can handle."If they've had the run of the place, the Royal Citadel would be a good place to start. And it would certainly get a response."
"Very well. In-."
Sensible. She's more than strong enough to resist them if they get controlled, and can disable them without trouble.Steven swishes his tail. "What about us?"
"Since you've got minimal training, have never worked with us and have no particular resistance to telepathy or magic, please stay here and guard Miss Martian."
In other words, play nice with the rookies. And try not to hurt the one who hit on you if he persists.M'gann makes eye contact with me as they nod.
**'Guard'.**
**Be nice, they're reformed.**
All right, the plan is laid out, the members are ready to carry it out. Now how badly can this go sideways? Because it's a rare thing for anything OL or the Team is involved in to go smoothly. Fortunately, the chance doesn't stack if they're both part of it. And how bad would it be if Miss Martian got compromised, since she's technically an aquatic lifeform right now?