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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)
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Yep. The definition of "arctic" is an area far enough north that Ursa Major is visible all year and never dips below the horizon.
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You know, I find it funny that the recent comics actually had Ophidian comment on how Larfleeze hoarded the orange light while Ophidian itself wanted to "share the selfishness".
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I am permitting myself a moment of smugness.
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Here's to hoping they actually follow up this and not just go back to Ophidian doing **** all.
Edit: Anyone on TV Tropes? Would this qualify as a Hilarious in Hindsight entry to WTRs YMMV tab? I'm not on it, so if it does count, can someone add it?
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Yes - I think it better for him to not fuck polar bears than to not fuck penguins.
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I have added it.
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21st September 2013
15:37 GMT -7
Aberrance.
I'm not exactly sure that you could call it our first defeat. The argonate leaks stopped, and the death toll was relatively small. But Damien Kane… Or whatever was left of him, took the team down and a lot of people were crippled when the novel parts of their bodies were ripped off by the Un-Titan. It certainly felt like a loss.
I've pretty much patched up my relationship with Cranius, and his improved magical abilities have made it possible for him to… 'Repair' the surviving 3rd generation Un-Men. But I doubt very much that the people here have fond memories of me or the team. And The Face himself is a 3rd generation Un-Man. His modifications were made by Cranius using Kaneflesh. Given how extreme the changes he had made were…
Well. If his attitude has changed, I'll certainly understand.
Where abouts is he..?
Huh.
I transition halfway across Aberrance, and then descend slowly to the middle of the park, where The Face is carrying out a perfectly normal patrol as part of the Aberrance police force. I knew that he was… Technically part of the local police, but I thought he was more… I thought that Janus Senior had him separate from the regular officers. Not any more, it seems.
And that's not all that's changed. There are considerably more scars across his body than there used to be. I think those are chirurgical, because while Cranius is a very skilful chirurgeon he can't make things merge completely seamlessly without Kaneflesh. With him is the cat-woman Un-Man Tigira. Her scars -if any- are concealed by her fur.
Various park-goers point as I come in to land, but since I'm almost above them neither of them look up.
"Excuse me, officers."
Both of them look up, though from The Face that requires more bending than from Tigira as his eyes are mounted in his pectorals.
Tigira looks less than pleased. "You got a visitor pass, or do I gotta throw you off the lot?"
"No, I'm here on business. Ah." I land just in front of them. "I realise that I haven't spoken to either of you since-."
"We're-" I can see her fur bristling. "-fine, no thanks to you."
"Nah, come on Tigira. That big bastard was going to tear us apart anyway." The Face shrugs his shoulders, which… Looks odd when someone without a head does it. "He's probably the one reason we were alive to get patched up."
Tigira does a tiger-growl, but she doesn't do anything as The Face steps forwards.
"So what can we do for you, Orange Lantern?"
"The Justice League is… Overseeing the starting up of a training scheme for neophyte superheroes. A bit like what the Alliance of the Just used to do, but less ambitious for now. You've been selected to be offered a place in the first wave."
His mouth hangs open, which given the location of his mouth looks… Odd.
"Are-? Seriously?"
"Yes. I'm not inclined to wind people up over things like this."
"I just thought-. I mean… Last time you were here, I wasn't exactly…"
"To be honest, I wasn't the one who did the assessments. I thought I'd give this a go, and if you were still the same blemmyae you were last time we met you'd wash out soon enough."
"That's… Harsh, but fair. Ah. I'm kinda in the middle of my shift-."
Tigira frowns at him. "I'm pretty sure the Januses would sign off on this in, like, half a second."
"I-. Yeah, even if they.. did, I'm not gunna just ditch your-."
"I can give tourists directions just fine on my own."
"I know you can, it's-. It's about being responsible." He considers me for a moment. "Actually, can you give me a minute? This is something I need to actually ask questions about, rather than just.. run ahead."
"Sure, superhero. I'll let Janus know, too."
"Thanks, Tigira."
Tigira nods and heads off, pulling her phone out of her belt as she does so.
"It's not a problem either way. I'm just here to find out whether you're interested. If you are, you can take whatever time you need to sort out a leave of absence."
He nods from the waist. "Thanks. And I do wanna do it-. What will it actually involve?"
"Training in investigative techniques, tactics and actual combat. And since I'll be there, professional development."
"What's that?"
"Working out how your power works and seeing if there's any way to improve it. I know other people who are familiar with the fleshcrafting spells that Cranius used to heal you, and we can look into how they interact with other magic, or alchemical formulae."
"And then… What happens afterwards?"
"You come back here, and if anyone associated with the Justice League has to work in this area, then they'll be able to coordinate with you because you'll be used to working the way they work."
"So it's like a training course."
"It is a training course, yes."
"With people? Other people?"
"I'll be mentoring you and one other, but the initial class will be a group of ten."
"Okay." He nods his torso. "And… Any of them look… Y'know…"
"None of them have their faces on their torso, or are Un-Men of any generation. Ah. My other mentee has silver skin, if that's any good?"
"I guess… I dunno. I've been here for a few years… I see my parents on the holidays, but I've… Lost touch with just about everyone else I used to know." I nod. "And everyone else who went under the Doc's knife had… Issues, I didn't."
"You seemed to be pretty stoked about the change when we first met."
"Yeah, because everyone else was. I wanted to fit in. But you think about things when your body's fallen apart for a second time and you've got no eyes or ears or nose or tongue again, and you've got no idea if anything's going to be able to fix it or you're just stuck like that."
"Surely-. Cybernetics-."
"Not compatible with Un-Men. I had just about enough material left in my body that I'd reject any metal. And good cybernetics are expensive."
"Ah." I nod sympathetically.
"And the thing I realised was: this?" He gestures to his body. "Isn't me. Every morning I need a moment to work out where my chest went, and then I'm like 'oh yeah, that is my chest'. I got this because it's better than being dead, not because I was unhappy with my old body. And I don't know how I'm going to feel about dealing with normal people again."
"Okay, well, thank you for sharing that, Face-."
"Ian."
"Huh?"
"My name. It's Ian." He… Tries to shrug. "I mean, who am I gunna pretend to be?"
"Okay, Ian. Why don't you..? Tell me how Cranius fixed you the second time, and I'll… Think about what we can do to help you."
15:37 GMT -7
Aberrance.
I'm not exactly sure that you could call it our first defeat. The argonate leaks stopped, and the death toll was relatively small. But Damien Kane… Or whatever was left of him, took the team down and a lot of people were crippled when the novel parts of their bodies were ripped off by the Un-Titan. It certainly felt like a loss.
I've pretty much patched up my relationship with Cranius, and his improved magical abilities have made it possible for him to… 'Repair' the surviving 3rd generation Un-Men. But I doubt very much that the people here have fond memories of me or the team. And The Face himself is a 3rd generation Un-Man. His modifications were made by Cranius using Kaneflesh. Given how extreme the changes he had made were…
Well. If his attitude has changed, I'll certainly understand.
Where abouts is he..?
Huh.
I transition halfway across Aberrance, and then descend slowly to the middle of the park, where The Face is carrying out a perfectly normal patrol as part of the Aberrance police force. I knew that he was… Technically part of the local police, but I thought he was more… I thought that Janus Senior had him separate from the regular officers. Not any more, it seems.
And that's not all that's changed. There are considerably more scars across his body than there used to be. I think those are chirurgical, because while Cranius is a very skilful chirurgeon he can't make things merge completely seamlessly without Kaneflesh. With him is the cat-woman Un-Man Tigira. Her scars -if any- are concealed by her fur.
Various park-goers point as I come in to land, but since I'm almost above them neither of them look up.
"Excuse me, officers."
Both of them look up, though from The Face that requires more bending than from Tigira as his eyes are mounted in his pectorals.
Tigira looks less than pleased. "You got a visitor pass, or do I gotta throw you off the lot?"
"No, I'm here on business. Ah." I land just in front of them. "I realise that I haven't spoken to either of you since-."
"We're-" I can see her fur bristling. "-fine, no thanks to you."
"Nah, come on Tigira. That big bastard was going to tear us apart anyway." The Face shrugs his shoulders, which… Looks odd when someone without a head does it. "He's probably the one reason we were alive to get patched up."
Tigira does a tiger-growl, but she doesn't do anything as The Face steps forwards.
"So what can we do for you, Orange Lantern?"
"The Justice League is… Overseeing the starting up of a training scheme for neophyte superheroes. A bit like what the Alliance of the Just used to do, but less ambitious for now. You've been selected to be offered a place in the first wave."
His mouth hangs open, which given the location of his mouth looks… Odd.
"Are-? Seriously?"
"Yes. I'm not inclined to wind people up over things like this."
"I just thought-. I mean… Last time you were here, I wasn't exactly…"
"To be honest, I wasn't the one who did the assessments. I thought I'd give this a go, and if you were still the same blemmyae you were last time we met you'd wash out soon enough."
"That's… Harsh, but fair. Ah. I'm kinda in the middle of my shift-."
Tigira frowns at him. "I'm pretty sure the Januses would sign off on this in, like, half a second."
"I-. Yeah, even if they.. did, I'm not gunna just ditch your-."
"I can give tourists directions just fine on my own."
"I know you can, it's-. It's about being responsible." He considers me for a moment. "Actually, can you give me a minute? This is something I need to actually ask questions about, rather than just.. run ahead."
"Sure, superhero. I'll let Janus know, too."
"Thanks, Tigira."
Tigira nods and heads off, pulling her phone out of her belt as she does so.
"It's not a problem either way. I'm just here to find out whether you're interested. If you are, you can take whatever time you need to sort out a leave of absence."
He nods from the waist. "Thanks. And I do wanna do it-. What will it actually involve?"
"Training in investigative techniques, tactics and actual combat. And since I'll be there, professional development."
"What's that?"
"Working out how your power works and seeing if there's any way to improve it. I know other people who are familiar with the fleshcrafting spells that Cranius used to heal you, and we can look into how they interact with other magic, or alchemical formulae."
"And then… What happens afterwards?"
"You come back here, and if anyone associated with the Justice League has to work in this area, then they'll be able to coordinate with you because you'll be used to working the way they work."
"So it's like a training course."
"It is a training course, yes."
"With people? Other people?"
"I'll be mentoring you and one other, but the initial class will be a group of ten."
"Okay." He nods his torso. "And… Any of them look… Y'know…"
"None of them have their faces on their torso, or are Un-Men of any generation. Ah. My other mentee has silver skin, if that's any good?"
"I guess… I dunno. I've been here for a few years… I see my parents on the holidays, but I've… Lost touch with just about everyone else I used to know." I nod. "And everyone else who went under the Doc's knife had… Issues, I didn't."
"You seemed to be pretty stoked about the change when we first met."
"Yeah, because everyone else was. I wanted to fit in. But you think about things when your body's fallen apart for a second time and you've got no eyes or ears or nose or tongue again, and you've got no idea if anything's going to be able to fix it or you're just stuck like that."
"Surely-. Cybernetics-."
"Not compatible with Un-Men. I had just about enough material left in my body that I'd reject any metal. And good cybernetics are expensive."
"Ah." I nod sympathetically.
"And the thing I realised was: this?" He gestures to his body. "Isn't me. Every morning I need a moment to work out where my chest went, and then I'm like 'oh yeah, that is my chest'. I got this because it's better than being dead, not because I was unhappy with my old body. And I don't know how I'm going to feel about dealing with normal people again."
"Okay, well, thank you for sharing that, Face-."
"Ian."
"Huh?"
"My name. It's Ian." He… Tries to shrug. "I mean, who am I gunna pretend to be?"
"Okay, Ian. Why don't you..? Tell me how Cranius fixed you the second time, and I'll… Think about what we can do to help you."
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Un-Man?
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"with Cranius using"
Yeah, the rest had body dysmorphia, while you accidentally injured yourself with a shotgun, so you needed extensive surgery.
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A much worse result than the Renegade's visit, mostly because he was more palatable to the Un-Men's ugliness-loving sensibilities. Whereas the Team were young, beautiful and powerful... Quite the conflict point.
But losing Kane did severely impact his capabilities and the viability of some of the Un-men. I doubt he could produce the organs he did in the Renegade's timeline without Kaneflesh's hyper-variable biology.
On the upside, OL isn't about to be put off by anyone's appearance, given the exotic forms he's seen in space.
Though I imagine any uniform has to be tailored around his unique morphology.
In most cases, catgirls are rarely disagreeable sights. But I bet Tigira intentionally falls into the uncanny valley of 'animal that walks like a woman'.
Or perhaps people find her ugly-cute...No doubt plenty of folks are recording this whole thing.
Heh. I suppose not paying entry would mean he's technically trespassing. Though I'm not sure how that would work if he's merely floating above the place.
The drawback of her animal appearance: It's harder to hide her emotional state sometimes.
She went under the knife willingly, yes, unlike Face? Her current state might not be as good as the pre-Kane version... Also reminds me of Lynx, from the Champions universe - anime fan who got gene-mods only to be forced into supervilliany.
Which is a big deal. I bet it'd be great publicity for the Un-Men.
He does have a distinct edge over most other Un-Men, with his energy projection powers.
Face had good reason to be angry, given what happened.
'Blemmyes' is a reference to the origin of Face's appearance, an old myth-cum-misunderstanding of an African tribe.
Like I said, good PR opportunity. An Un-Man asked to join a League program? Big reputation boost.
Very smart of him. That'll be a mark in his favour overall.
Surprised they don't use a walkie-talkie system, but I guess they lack a proper sort of central dispatch.
Heh. He's definitely interested, no matter who's making the offer.
The first part alone will be a big help even if he continues working here. I doubt the security staff are given that much training in more advanced law enforcement duties, rather than security.
Enhancing his powers, definitely. Maybe finding options he can bring to Cranius that might improve the professor's Un-Men creation processes.
Albeit one with superheroes instead of sitting around a classroom. Not that there won't be any of the latter, but it'll be in a superhero base.
Ah, feeling worried about how they'll react to him? Understandable.
So OL took on Argent too? I'll be curious to see who else got picked and by who.
In his case, it was the result of a medical emergency, not purely cosmetic or psychological reasons.
...I suppose if the Un-Men would have accepted OL's assistance, he might well have gotten his modifications reverted to human-normal. He'd still have superpowers, but also still have a head.
Okay, and the Kaneflesh would probably cause issues if OL tried to modify him too.
That just makes his case more sympathetic. I wonder, if OL transferred his brain into a cloned human body, would he still have metahuman powers?
He wasn't always named 'Face', after all.
It'll be interesting to see if OL can confer with Cranius about the possibility of learning Atlantean flesh-shaping magic...
One recruit looking likely. Hopefully he doesn't get to much flack about being 'a freak' from his teammates or the public. Perhaps his personality can break the ice and encourage people to like his sass. Meanwhile, It's entirely possible that Face's time interacting with League affiliates might lead to improved relations with Aberrance...
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It's less that he was angry, at least at the beginning, and more that he was an annoying, obnoxious, sexist douchebag.
Basically a frat bro.
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Hi Mr Zoat, can you finalise your opinion of General McMahan and his attitude to wildlife, 'cos it's playing with my OCD something rotten - it still refers to penguins.
Also, not a correction, but I had to look up blemmyae
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That seemed really weird to me, but maybe it was just me. Doesn't OL always call capes by their real name? Or is it only criminals he does that to? I remember him annoying people with this since the very beginning and it being mentioned again recently, but not the specific details.
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Thank you, corrected.
While that's true, I'm... Reasonably sure I said it was a car crash in his case.
I'm ruling that it's an in-character mistake. General McMahan was selected for his obedience to authority, not for his knowledge of wildlife.
I'll add a link.
He wouldn't walk up to Superman in public and say 'Good morning, Clark'. Face was in public, not a criminal and someone he'll be working with in future.
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Easy enough to fix. Even if for some reason Paul can't just wave his ring and build a new body there will be someone in the Orange Lantern Corps who can manage it. Think I recall one telekineticly dismantling Paul at some point?
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Between getting reassembled for a second time as well as what ever happened with anti life and white light events, Face Ian here seems to have changed a lot.
Almost makes me think cranius took a longer poke at his brain the second time around.
The fact that Tigris here is standing to be in his company given their previous onscreen encounters reinforces that the over the top personality he was known for (iirc even before his head removal) has dramatically shifted.
Interesting to see where Mr Zoat is going with this one.
Almost makes me think cranius took a longer poke at his brain the second time around.
The fact that Tigris here is standing to be in his company given their previous onscreen encounters reinforces that the over the top personality he was known for (iirc even before his head removal) has dramatically shifted.
Interesting to see where Mr Zoat is going with this one.
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...huh.
[Makes note to edit future segment.]
Something along those lines happening is not impossible in the future, but Ian has three different types of weirdness going on in his body and it's not something the SI would want to rush.
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I had to go back to re-read this horrible horrible pun. Well done
I think that you wanted "waist" here, though he might have been near trash and I didn't understand the location description
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Thank you, corrected.
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21st September 2013
19:29 GMT -5
I watch from a mile up as Antonia Monetti in turn watches a… A group of people right on the border between 'protest group' and 'mob', as they protest outside of a building being used for… Uh, some sort of political working dinner. The generally ineffectualness of the American government hasn't exactly escaped the general public. 'DO YOUR JOBS' is just about the most polite sign down there. She's not really doing much, just standing there with a couple of D.C. police officers while the group kindly consents to not charge the front doors just behind them.
I assume that she came with her father, Senator Anthony Monetti of New Jersey. He hasn't really been relevant for me to pay any attention to. I couldn't even say which party he's part of without looking it up-.
Democrat.
Thank you, ring.
You are welcome.
Hm. Yes, she doesn't really know what she's supposed to do, and as a result has defaulted to doing the correct thing, which is nothing. Looking like you could be a threat but not being actually threatening should serve to keep things peaceful. I could wait or I could come back-.
A concerned-looking OMAC strolls towards the rear of the demonstration. Track… More are heading this way.
I don't know if that's normal or not. I haven't been paying attention to Washington because it hasn't really been relevant and I don't want anything from them. I'm not.. exactly surprised that people have developed a low opinion of their elected representatives, but they were living in Anti-Life central.
Of course, most of these people live in the general area of the District of Colombia, and as such are the type of people who expect government action rather than the type inclined to take action on their own part. Wonder if I should have a talk with Oliver about American politics? Could be-
Someone near the front of the crowd lights a Molotov Cocktail.
-illuminating.
I prepare to dive, but Miss Monetti had already spotted it. She steps up and raises her hands, a glowing mass of blue-silver plasma extruding itself from her bare skin and forming a circular barrier just in time to catch the projectile. The police cringe back as the bottle shatters, burning fuel spilling across the plasma construct as it flickers and flares. It's not weak, the impact isn't threatening its integrity, her ability just doesn't seem to lend itself to tight containment fields.
The crowd closest to the thrower shrinks away from him, not having any interest in that kind of approach. But the people further back can't really see what's happening, and from their point of view a fiery barrier just appeared without provocation. They're not moving. If anything, they're getting louder. The OMAC hesitates, but after a couple of seconds starts moving with renewed purpose. Probably getting a satellite recording of what just happened. If he wades through the crowd to arrest the would-be assailant, things could get unpleasant.
And despite the vague similarity, Miss Monetti isn't a Lantern.
I transition down, appearing just behind the Molotov-thrower.
"-cowardly fascist-!"
I grab his wrist as he goes for a second throw, the lit Molotov staying in his hand.
"Good evening, sir."
Without looking around, he tries to elbow me in the face. I grab his arm and twist it behind his back.
"Ah!"
Now he actually thinks to look back, and his eyes widen.
"Yes, you have indeed boo-booed." Construct chains, step around him and put the Molotov out, take it from him and… Ah, good the police officer is coming forwards. "Do you need this as evidence?"
"Orange Lantern-? Ah, no, it's all on camera."
"Good show."
I disintegrate it, and then turn away and rise two metres into the air and wave at the OMAC. He stops walking and nods back at me, and I return to street level. The crowd… The shot of fear generated by the violence is dissipating, but the obviousness of my presence is encouraging a degree of dissipation.
Hm.
"Excuse me! Is this about anything in particular, or is it a general protest about the government being useless?!"
Molotov Man snaps out of his stupor. "It's about fascist pigs living it large on the taxpayer dime!"
"Anyone else!?"
No one exactly comes forwards, but a few people nod.
"Perfectly alright, then! Protest away! Don't throw anything else, and you'll be fine!"
I float the Molotovian off his feet and towards the closest police officer.
"Except you."
"I knew she was gunna block it!"
"I'm afraid that really doesn't matter."
"Fucking-!"
"I suggest you stop talking until you speak to a lawyer, sir." I use the construct chains to pull his hands behind is back and hold his wrists into a convenient handcuffing position, and nod politely to Miss Monetti when she stares at me as the officer handcuffs him.
"You have the right to remain silent. You do not have to…"
I dismiss the chain construct and float towards her.
"Miss Monetti?"
She moves her plasma screen off to the side-. She's still using both hands, and the fire is still burning. I wave my right hand and put it out, and she dismisses her construct, opening and closing her fingers as she does so. The construct itself expands and thins out as it vanishes, rather than the neat 'no longer there' vanishing that ring constructs do.
"Ah, yeah?"
"Any injuries?"
She looks past me into the crowd. "I don't think s-? Oh, me?"
"Yes."
"No, no, I'm fine." I look at her twitching fingers. She takes a moment, and then follows my gaze-. "Oh, no, that's just-." She makes a point of stopping twitching. "They're fine."
"Alright, if you say so. The reason I'm here is that I want to talk to you."
"About what?"
"The Justice League is running a training scheme for young superheroes, and we're offering you a place. In point of fact-" Her eyes widen. "-if you are interested, I'll be your mentor."
Her eyes go back to normal. "The… Cake guy."
"Could you hold up a cake that big with one of your constructs?"
Her eyes drop. "Nno."
"Then it seems like I may have something to teach you. Interested?"
19:29 GMT -5
I watch from a mile up as Antonia Monetti in turn watches a… A group of people right on the border between 'protest group' and 'mob', as they protest outside of a building being used for… Uh, some sort of political working dinner. The generally ineffectualness of the American government hasn't exactly escaped the general public. 'DO YOUR JOBS' is just about the most polite sign down there. She's not really doing much, just standing there with a couple of D.C. police officers while the group kindly consents to not charge the front doors just behind them.
I assume that she came with her father, Senator Anthony Monetti of New Jersey. He hasn't really been relevant for me to pay any attention to. I couldn't even say which party he's part of without looking it up-.
Democrat.
Thank you, ring.
You are welcome.
Hm. Yes, she doesn't really know what she's supposed to do, and as a result has defaulted to doing the correct thing, which is nothing. Looking like you could be a threat but not being actually threatening should serve to keep things peaceful. I could wait or I could come back-.
A concerned-looking OMAC strolls towards the rear of the demonstration. Track… More are heading this way.
I don't know if that's normal or not. I haven't been paying attention to Washington because it hasn't really been relevant and I don't want anything from them. I'm not.. exactly surprised that people have developed a low opinion of their elected representatives, but they were living in Anti-Life central.
Of course, most of these people live in the general area of the District of Colombia, and as such are the type of people who expect government action rather than the type inclined to take action on their own part. Wonder if I should have a talk with Oliver about American politics? Could be-
Someone near the front of the crowd lights a Molotov Cocktail.
-illuminating.
I prepare to dive, but Miss Monetti had already spotted it. She steps up and raises her hands, a glowing mass of blue-silver plasma extruding itself from her bare skin and forming a circular barrier just in time to catch the projectile. The police cringe back as the bottle shatters, burning fuel spilling across the plasma construct as it flickers and flares. It's not weak, the impact isn't threatening its integrity, her ability just doesn't seem to lend itself to tight containment fields.
The crowd closest to the thrower shrinks away from him, not having any interest in that kind of approach. But the people further back can't really see what's happening, and from their point of view a fiery barrier just appeared without provocation. They're not moving. If anything, they're getting louder. The OMAC hesitates, but after a couple of seconds starts moving with renewed purpose. Probably getting a satellite recording of what just happened. If he wades through the crowd to arrest the would-be assailant, things could get unpleasant.
And despite the vague similarity, Miss Monetti isn't a Lantern.
I transition down, appearing just behind the Molotov-thrower.
"-cowardly fascist-!"
I grab his wrist as he goes for a second throw, the lit Molotov staying in his hand.
"Good evening, sir."
Without looking around, he tries to elbow me in the face. I grab his arm and twist it behind his back.
"Ah!"
Now he actually thinks to look back, and his eyes widen.
"Yes, you have indeed boo-booed." Construct chains, step around him and put the Molotov out, take it from him and… Ah, good the police officer is coming forwards. "Do you need this as evidence?"
"Orange Lantern-? Ah, no, it's all on camera."
"Good show."
I disintegrate it, and then turn away and rise two metres into the air and wave at the OMAC. He stops walking and nods back at me, and I return to street level. The crowd… The shot of fear generated by the violence is dissipating, but the obviousness of my presence is encouraging a degree of dissipation.
Hm.
"Excuse me! Is this about anything in particular, or is it a general protest about the government being useless?!"
Molotov Man snaps out of his stupor. "It's about fascist pigs living it large on the taxpayer dime!"
"Anyone else!?"
No one exactly comes forwards, but a few people nod.
"Perfectly alright, then! Protest away! Don't throw anything else, and you'll be fine!"
I float the Molotovian off his feet and towards the closest police officer.
"Except you."
"I knew she was gunna block it!"
"I'm afraid that really doesn't matter."
"Fucking-!"
"I suggest you stop talking until you speak to a lawyer, sir." I use the construct chains to pull his hands behind is back and hold his wrists into a convenient handcuffing position, and nod politely to Miss Monetti when she stares at me as the officer handcuffs him.
"You have the right to remain silent. You do not have to…"
I dismiss the chain construct and float towards her.
"Miss Monetti?"
She moves her plasma screen off to the side-. She's still using both hands, and the fire is still burning. I wave my right hand and put it out, and she dismisses her construct, opening and closing her fingers as she does so. The construct itself expands and thins out as it vanishes, rather than the neat 'no longer there' vanishing that ring constructs do.
"Ah, yeah?"
"Any injuries?"
She looks past me into the crowd. "I don't think s-? Oh, me?"
"Yes."
"No, no, I'm fine." I look at her twitching fingers. She takes a moment, and then follows my gaze-. "Oh, no, that's just-." She makes a point of stopping twitching. "They're fine."
"Alright, if you say so. The reason I'm here is that I want to talk to you."
"About what?"
"The Justice League is running a training scheme for young superheroes, and we're offering you a place. In point of fact-" Her eyes widen. "-if you are interested, I'll be your mentor."
Her eyes go back to normal. "The… Cake guy."
"Could you hold up a cake that big with one of your constructs?"
Her eyes drop. "Nno."
"Then it seems like I may have something to teach you. Interested?"
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Darko
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"closest"
BlueMangoAdea
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The cake incident still persists, because of course it does.
lancelot
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Has there really been nothing of the more impressive things he's done getting out into the public? I feel like as most memes the whole cake guy thing should have become much harder to find.
Mr Zoat
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Thank you, corrected.
Mquz
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I mean… the League have the Democratic will of the people.
I mean, it's one of the largest scale things he did on Earth.
lancelot
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Didn't straight up stone cold murdering a certain Chaos Lord get a lot of play in the public? You know the one that children and adults in two separate worlds and caused at least a 6 digit body count?
Ngamer11
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I think most people would prefer to remember the silly things he's done rather than the scary things he's done. However, this may result in whiplash if anyone who does this learns of Paul's reputation in outer space.
Jankl
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That was Grayven not Paul. Grayven killed Klarion in public.
inglorius
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There was also eyes everywhere thing. But Eyes-in-Shower guy just doesn't sound snappy.