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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)
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The Question is a shaman, his magic isn't like other forms of magic if Zoat is taking inspiration from that Question limited series.
That version of the Question wouldn't cast a spell that erases his records, he'd commune with the spiritual plane and ask his records to erase themselves for him.
Same effect and still magic but very different methodology.
The same way that the Congregation's So;urce based magic doesn't seem the same to him.
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Kara's a Silver Age Kryptonian, meaning she has the ability to break the fourth wall.
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By punching it really hard, of course. Just look at what happened with Superboy!
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19th July 2013
09:55 GMT -5
Rather than… Tiles, it's a single unbroken surface. No scuff marks or accreted dust from irregular cleaning, and… It sort of merges into the wall on the periphery of the room. The furniture is.. gone, and the dimensions of the room have shifted. It's gone from a cylinder to a trapezoid, the floor area larger than the roof. The stairs upwards are.. sort of twisted and shrunk, probably still usable, but… I don't think that's a good idea.
And… I get the feeling that I'm not welcome here.
"Question, what is this in aid of?"
Check myself… Yes, it appears that I'm here physically.
"There's a non-zero chance that Superwoman will tear your lighthouse apart trying to find me."
The feeling of not being welcome intensifies, and the room seems to.. twist further, getting smaller as the door to outside widens.
"And while I'm not sure exactly what you're doing, it's extremely likely that I can brute force my way out. I want some recognition for the fact that I'm indulging you."
I fly-.
Ah. I don't fly, but instead stand up like a normal person and walk towards the door, the feeling of malevolence decreasing as I do so. Outside…
Hm.
The rural outskirts of Hub City are blurry and indistinct, the occasional building having a little more definition but still being simplified. Almost like a child's drawing, the walls, roof and windows being identifiable but any other detail being entirely omitted.
I think I know where I am.
"You've brought me into the city's mind. Let me explain why that was stupid." I start marching towards… Where the reclamation is taking place, yes, that's the best place. The area of the city that's being restored by me. "Even though on the surface denying me my exotic abilities looks like a good approach to confronting me, you're really just binding them by applying external power. Now, as a street shaman that's usually a pretty good approach; sticking a mugger into an oubliette where they can't hurt anyone or be hurt in turn is a pretty nifty technique. But it's less effective when the person you're imprisoning can interact with their environment or with magic in general and can brute force an exit if they choose to. I could interact with the city's desires and really mess around with your spell. And the city. And it's inhabitants. If your use of a spell depends on the person you're using it on being a good person then you didn't need to cast it in the first place."
Oh.
"Unless I got to you too late, the Peace Agents where right, and Doctor Tetch already got to you. In which case, feel free to ignore me…" I nod. "Good plan."
I-. Ah. As I approach the outskirts of the city proper, I see a… The roads and pavements are merged into one, but there's a sort of… Shimmer? No, that's not right. Potential? Which gets stronger towards the middle. No discrete cars, but… The chance of a car-encounter. Normally that wouldn't worry me, but if I'm in a magical location what I'm looking at is more the idea of a car crash, and human bodies usually come up second best in those.
So I stick to the edges. Hm. Now, running in a city might worry people, but there should have been enough joggers for long enough that it won't build… Hah, malignity. So I increase my speed, looking around at something only a handful of people will ever see. Hah, it's like getting up close to a skybox or something.
Oh, this is going to be a problem in a couple of centuries. Less if this reality has a Jack Hawksmoor… The later version, where they gave him a massive power up. The early version where he was a human adapted for living in a city life rather than in a small hunter-gatherer community wouldn't really be relevant. Unless… Maybe I could have a word with Tyche? She isn't one of the gods that I've reached out to before, but if she's a self-interested rational agent then I'd have thought that the possibility of bringing things like this under her purview would be something that would interest her.
"I just made a plan to use this place's existence to power up one of my gods! This is why I shouldn't be left on my own to think of things!"
Ugh. Sandman. One of the few issues I read. Supposedly, normal people can take a wrong turn and end up in here for a while, until they see something that looks like a path out. But that's for a random person, and literally dropping off the edge of the world was traumatic enough for the point of view character that he… Moved to a small village somewhere? I read it a long time ago.
But if you don't abandon fire because it burned you once…
If you're a street shaman…
You could learn to step between one and the other… Not quite at will, but close to it. And… In this place, cities are only dimly aware of one another…
It wouldn't be instant travel, but if you got on a train or bus or in a car here, you could move from place to place without passing through space in the material world… Probably a good deal faster.
Ugh. And while I've been assuming that Dr. Tetch had access to a hush tube, he might just have been using this.
Some magic doesn't work properly when performed by someone under mind control, but a lot works just fine. And it's not as if I actually know Mr. Sage well enough to know whether or not he's acting out of character, particularly now.
"Can you ask someone to keep an eye on Superwoman? She.. sort of needs that."
Getting closer to the centre of the city, and the wisps are… Becoming more noticeable. Rather than just a blur, I can see bonnet, doors and headlights, and faintly hear engines, horns and the noise of rubber on tarmac. The wisps at the sides of the streets are also more solid, vague impressions of people… Not any particular person, but manifestations of 'people-ness'. I imagine that if someone was next to me that their general impression would be the same but that we would both describe different specific details.
For a moment I wonder who this could be utilised, and then I remember the issue of The Authority when the fake Doctor sold advertising space in the human collective unconscious… What could I do that people wouldn't mess up almost immediately? Well, maybe I could use the intercity train networks for improved Dolmen Gate safety?
No, that's dumb. They're already instant and strictly point to.. point. But if I could connect them to the train network-. No, because Atlanteans strongly dislike using spiritual realms like this-.
STOP
I look up at what I think is a reflection of advertising hoardings… Several reflections of advertising hoardings, each with a clearly readable depiction of the word 'stop' on them. And I think I felt it when the word appeared.
"Are you telling me to stop thinking about turning this realm into a transit hub, or stop walking?"
BOTH
It's interesting, because the words are laid out like an advertising hoarding would have them. Bold colours clearly relating to some product or other… I think that one is Coke… Not sure about the others.
"This isn't an effective way to communicate information…" I frown. "Unless this is Danny the Street or something and you can blow newspapers at me with articles which actually explain what you want."
NO
"It's annoying, you know? I'm trying to do the right thing, but I end up with this credibility gap and people who I actually agree with refuse to cooperate. I had this thing with Lex Luthor a few years ago where I begged him to switch sides and raise humanity up, and he… Didn't go for it. And now I've got you. So, what? What's this about?"
"Finding somewhere-" I turn around as The Question walks out of an alley that wasn't there a moment ago. "-to have a private conversation."
09:55 GMT -5
Rather than… Tiles, it's a single unbroken surface. No scuff marks or accreted dust from irregular cleaning, and… It sort of merges into the wall on the periphery of the room. The furniture is.. gone, and the dimensions of the room have shifted. It's gone from a cylinder to a trapezoid, the floor area larger than the roof. The stairs upwards are.. sort of twisted and shrunk, probably still usable, but… I don't think that's a good idea.
And… I get the feeling that I'm not welcome here.
"Question, what is this in aid of?"
Check myself… Yes, it appears that I'm here physically.
"There's a non-zero chance that Superwoman will tear your lighthouse apart trying to find me."
The feeling of not being welcome intensifies, and the room seems to.. twist further, getting smaller as the door to outside widens.
"And while I'm not sure exactly what you're doing, it's extremely likely that I can brute force my way out. I want some recognition for the fact that I'm indulging you."
I fly-.
Ah. I don't fly, but instead stand up like a normal person and walk towards the door, the feeling of malevolence decreasing as I do so. Outside…
Hm.
The rural outskirts of Hub City are blurry and indistinct, the occasional building having a little more definition but still being simplified. Almost like a child's drawing, the walls, roof and windows being identifiable but any other detail being entirely omitted.
I think I know where I am.
"You've brought me into the city's mind. Let me explain why that was stupid." I start marching towards… Where the reclamation is taking place, yes, that's the best place. The area of the city that's being restored by me. "Even though on the surface denying me my exotic abilities looks like a good approach to confronting me, you're really just binding them by applying external power. Now, as a street shaman that's usually a pretty good approach; sticking a mugger into an oubliette where they can't hurt anyone or be hurt in turn is a pretty nifty technique. But it's less effective when the person you're imprisoning can interact with their environment or with magic in general and can brute force an exit if they choose to. I could interact with the city's desires and really mess around with your spell. And the city. And it's inhabitants. If your use of a spell depends on the person you're using it on being a good person then you didn't need to cast it in the first place."
Oh.
"Unless I got to you too late, the Peace Agents where right, and Doctor Tetch already got to you. In which case, feel free to ignore me…" I nod. "Good plan."
I-. Ah. As I approach the outskirts of the city proper, I see a… The roads and pavements are merged into one, but there's a sort of… Shimmer? No, that's not right. Potential? Which gets stronger towards the middle. No discrete cars, but… The chance of a car-encounter. Normally that wouldn't worry me, but if I'm in a magical location what I'm looking at is more the idea of a car crash, and human bodies usually come up second best in those.
So I stick to the edges. Hm. Now, running in a city might worry people, but there should have been enough joggers for long enough that it won't build… Hah, malignity. So I increase my speed, looking around at something only a handful of people will ever see. Hah, it's like getting up close to a skybox or something.
Oh, this is going to be a problem in a couple of centuries. Less if this reality has a Jack Hawksmoor… The later version, where they gave him a massive power up. The early version where he was a human adapted for living in a city life rather than in a small hunter-gatherer community wouldn't really be relevant. Unless… Maybe I could have a word with Tyche? She isn't one of the gods that I've reached out to before, but if she's a self-interested rational agent then I'd have thought that the possibility of bringing things like this under her purview would be something that would interest her.
"I just made a plan to use this place's existence to power up one of my gods! This is why I shouldn't be left on my own to think of things!"
Ugh. Sandman. One of the few issues I read. Supposedly, normal people can take a wrong turn and end up in here for a while, until they see something that looks like a path out. But that's for a random person, and literally dropping off the edge of the world was traumatic enough for the point of view character that he… Moved to a small village somewhere? I read it a long time ago.
But if you don't abandon fire because it burned you once…
If you're a street shaman…
You could learn to step between one and the other… Not quite at will, but close to it. And… In this place, cities are only dimly aware of one another…
It wouldn't be instant travel, but if you got on a train or bus or in a car here, you could move from place to place without passing through space in the material world… Probably a good deal faster.
Ugh. And while I've been assuming that Dr. Tetch had access to a hush tube, he might just have been using this.
Some magic doesn't work properly when performed by someone under mind control, but a lot works just fine. And it's not as if I actually know Mr. Sage well enough to know whether or not he's acting out of character, particularly now.
"Can you ask someone to keep an eye on Superwoman? She.. sort of needs that."
Getting closer to the centre of the city, and the wisps are… Becoming more noticeable. Rather than just a blur, I can see bonnet, doors and headlights, and faintly hear engines, horns and the noise of rubber on tarmac. The wisps at the sides of the streets are also more solid, vague impressions of people… Not any particular person, but manifestations of 'people-ness'. I imagine that if someone was next to me that their general impression would be the same but that we would both describe different specific details.
For a moment I wonder who this could be utilised, and then I remember the issue of The Authority when the fake Doctor sold advertising space in the human collective unconscious… What could I do that people wouldn't mess up almost immediately? Well, maybe I could use the intercity train networks for improved Dolmen Gate safety?
No, that's dumb. They're already instant and strictly point to.. point. But if I could connect them to the train network-. No, because Atlanteans strongly dislike using spiritual realms like this-.
STOP
I look up at what I think is a reflection of advertising hoardings… Several reflections of advertising hoardings, each with a clearly readable depiction of the word 'stop' on them. And I think I felt it when the word appeared.
"Are you telling me to stop thinking about turning this realm into a transit hub, or stop walking?"
BOTH
It's interesting, because the words are laid out like an advertising hoarding would have them. Bold colours clearly relating to some product or other… I think that one is Coke… Not sure about the others.
"This isn't an effective way to communicate information…" I frown. "Unless this is Danny the Street or something and you can blow newspapers at me with articles which actually explain what you want."
NO
"It's annoying, you know? I'm trying to do the right thing, but I end up with this credibility gap and people who I actually agree with refuse to cooperate. I had this thing with Lex Luthor a few years ago where I begged him to switch sides and raise humanity up, and he… Didn't go for it. And now I've got you. So, what? What's this about?"
"Finding somewhere-" I turn around as The Question walks out of an alley that wasn't there a moment ago. "-to have a private conversation."
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I think this is the point where the Question realized he may have made a mistake when he brought Paul into the mind of his city.
I'm guessing the Question is a little surprised that Paul is just rolling with how he was communicating and showed up because it wasn't intimidating to Paul.
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