Ardy
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Did everyone understand this, or did you all just sort of skip over it?
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Did everyone understand this, or did you all just sort of skip over it?
nopeDid everyone understand this, or did you all just sort of skip over it?
I got it.Did everyone understand this, or did you all just sort of skip over it?
I assumed it was either a crack about college football, or a bizarre gay reference I've never heard of.Did everyone understand this, or did you all just sort of skip over it?
Would you care to share with the rest of the class?
I read comics and play games (video, board, card, and table top). So the odds of me caring about sports varies from little to none, unless the local High School team goes to State. Even then more out of civic duty than actually caring about the sport.Did everyone understand this, or did you all just sort of skip over it?
I got curious and looked it up.Cheering for the Buckeyes means banging Paul.
Jeez, this isn't complicated
I couldn't quite tell if there's a deeper level of innuendo there or if you literally did just mean that Hal considers it about as inconsequential as one's sports affiliation. I had assumed it was the latter.Did everyone understand this, or did you all just sort of skip over it?
:trollface:
I understood the words, but for the life of me I can't figure out the mental line Guy drew connecting Paul to Ohio.Did everyone understand this, or did you all just sort of skip over it?
No, but 'playing for the other team' is.I got curious and looked it up.
Ohio State University, home of the Buckeye's. They have a decent (American) Football team. I thought there was a sports rivalry between Guy's school and them, but was not sure what the joke or reference was because I don't do sports.
Is Buckeyes British slang for homosexual or something?
Yeah, we use that one in the US too.
"Yes, and-. Oh, there goes Hawkwoman to a rather lucky headshot."
Goddamn, they're dropping fast... No pun intended.I remember that Mr McCulloch looked at me like I was a complete idiot when I asked if his mirrors could transmit energy. Not at the question itself, which was fairly logical, but from the implication that it was a remotely original idea. Apparently, Mr Scudder once used a couple of burning barrels to make a mirror-based cutting torch. Mr McCulloch never found the technique particularly useful, but considering the endgame we're going for…
"Flash, eliminated."
Ah, good to see he's actually using his Ring's capabilities more.Mr Allen isn't entirely able to prevent himself making a small gesture of appeal, but appears to accept it a moment later. Somewhere behind me, Wallace punches the table. Quietly, after the glare Batman gave him last time he made a noise.
"Jordan, what happened!"
"I don't-. Ring?"
Ouch. Major atrocity level. And GL Only survived because of his Environmental Shield."Intense light burst detected. Minimal threat."
His GM device chimes in a moment later.
"Immediately lethal gamma radiation dose released. Unshielded humans suffered extreme damage to soft tissue."
Still a logical and natural reaction. Now, maybe if he'd had the sense to extend that shield to other people during the fighting. Ah well, Greenies are so limited.Jordan's eyes widen, then he shoots upwards through the roof and puts a barrier up around the entire building.
Batman gives his head a small shake.
"Jordan, it's too late. Whatever that was, it released gamma rays, not radioactive particulates. There won't be any ongoing effect."
I suppose that's one way to manage meta-knowledge.Jordan hesitates for a moment, then nods and removes his construct. "Right. How many people just died?"
"You do not know."
"Scan the area."
Ah, the first face-to-pane meeting between them. This gonna be good.Inside, Mr Allen sighs faintly, then turns around and walks slowly towards the nearest exit.
"Hey, Flasher."
Mr Allen stops and looks at one of the broken mirror fragments, Mr McCulloch's face grinning back at him.
OL would likely have some of Ted's people investigating the Mirror Realm."Nay hard feelings, aye?"
"Who are you?"
"Mirror Master."
"That means that either Orange Lantern cracked Samuel Scudder's technology, or that equipment's stolen. And I don't think he would have kept quiet for this long if he'd managed that."
And hopefully find what else got 'pockled' as well."Fellah I got it from mighta pockled it. I didnae tekkit meself."
Mr Allen's eyes narrow. "I don't think that going to cut it. When I'm done here, I'm going to be checking the evidence locker in Central City and seeing how much of his equipment has gotten 'pockled'."
And before anyone asks: FBI cabal wanting to use him as mercenary muscle.Mr McCulloch waves and vanishes from the shards, now happy in the knowledge that whoever supplied him with his startup equipment is about to receive a Justice League investigation and certainly won't have time to chase him any longer. Because mercenaries don't expect to have the protection of officialdom, while I strongly suspect that whoever backed him does.
In other words, shush and play nice."Hey." Mr Allen prods his GM device. "If the villains don't have the anti-radiation shielding yet, how did Mirror Master get close enough to a radiation source to put a mirror down?"
"Would the corpse please vacate the mission area and hold his questions until the end of the exercise?"
"Yeah. Right."
Now, now, OLO, I'm sure this is important to him...He blurs towards the Seattle zeta tube, then reappears at.. the Central City terminus inside the Flash Museum.
"Would the corpse please also hold off on doing any investigations tangential to the exercise until the end of the exercise?"
Natural suspicion, but OL crosses his 'T's when he does that sort of thing."This is serious. If supervillain weapons are going-"
I appear
2nd March
15:23 GMT -5
just in front of him.
"-miss-." He reorientates on me. "Missing, that's a major security breach. Keeping my town safe is my job, and I was doing it for years before I joined the Justice League." He frowns faintly. "You haven't been-."
As long as it doesn't interfere with the exercise, so no superheroing unless it's life-or-death."If I have been taking them, then it was with the appropriate permissions, and they will be returned before the end of the day. After that point, any other thefts were nothing to do with me and you may investigate them as you wish."
"I don't actually need your permission to investigate crimes."
"Flash, if anyone was going to do anything major with them, they'd have done it already. And an investigation into longer term activity can wait a few hours. Go and.. spend the day with your wife. Or whatever you would have done if this wasn't happening."
Plus Rocket Red in the mirror.He grimaces, but nods.
"Was I the second one to die?"
"Yes, and-. Oh, there goes Hawkwoman to a rather lucky headshot." I smile at him. "Three League members dead so far."
Interesting. I'm guessing that's between the 'virus' and the gamma-pulse?"How many civilians?"
"Promise you'll take it easy for the rest of the day and not try to communicate with people still 'alive'?" He nods. "Sixty eight civilian deaths, and just under a hundred more injured. Eighty deaths on the villain team, though only three of those were the direct result of League action."
But further interference will cause them to target the League, I bet.He nods again. "You're not pulling punches, are you?"
"Actually, I probably am. The villain team has an objective which the League are opposing. The villain team isn't specifically trying to kill the League as their primary objective."
Oh, dear. Who? Captain Atom?"Three's more than most real villains manage."
I stop smiling.
"Four. Excuse me."
Wow, Henchmen who aren't fanatically loyal and have a survival instinct. Makes such a nice change.Looks like Jordan's given Ted the bad news; that he's dead along with a good chunk of his workforce. The villain squad who attacked the place… The ones who were still free when the radiation burst went off got away with their objective, but the knowledge that their boss killed so many of their colleagues will cause a mini-revolt and deny the villain team their services. When put along with the manpower the League has apprehended, they're going to have to either stage a break out or limit their offensive activities for a while.
And the game has gotten real...Now the League knows what they're looking for, there's a chance that they're going to finally be able to go on the offensive. I might mark them down if they get lucky while trying to search everywhere, but it's a viable strategy. Thought with Mr Allen dead and the Hawk's ship destroyed they won't be able to search anything like fast enough to stand a realistic chance of finding the villain HQ that way.
Should be interesting.
"I don't think that's going to cut it. When I'm done here...
Presumably though.
What's going on here? Normally I'd expect it to just be a cliffhanger so we spend all day wondering what went wrong, but we get the next scene still in Paul's viewpoint with no indication of why he's annoyed/concerned by what just happened."Three's more than most real villains manage."
I stop smiling.
"Four. Excuse me."
2nd March
20:24 GMT
Thank you, corrected.Correction:
"I don't think that's going to cut it. When I'm done here...
Nabu.
It's supposed to always be Red Rocket. Where did I get it wrong?Also, I noticed Flash and Jordan were calling Dmitri Red Rocket all last chapter, at least. Was his codename Red Rocket or Rocket Red? Or is that just what the league call him?
Thank you, corrected.
Shouldn't it always be Rocket Red?It's supposed to always be Red Rocket. Where did I get it wrong?
You used Rocket Red in these cases.It's supposed to always be Red Rocket. Where did I get it wrong?
I hadn't seen this exact picture before, but yes. "Project Rocket Red. The AK forty seven of power armour. Nothing too exciting but highly mechanically reliable and cheap. Sort of. If they ever get it working properly."
We all hear the roar of their thrust packs before the Rocket Reds appear, blasting heads first through the clouds before cutting their engines, orientating themselves feet first and switching to gravity repulsion.
"I hope so. Ah, I have a daughter your age. Maybe I could introduce you before you leave?"
"Ah…"
"Of course, she cannot become Rocket Red Girl Wonder! Hahah!"
Richard shrugs. "Trying to pounce on Rocket Red wasn't exactly League standard operating procedure."
The Director's expression doesn't change. "Kid Flash, under my direct command I have Sergeant Pushkin, ten Rocket Reds with advanced suits, two platoons of Red Rockets with standard suits, a company of soldiers of the Armed Forces of the Russian Federation and various other specialists.
Its a good thing Ra's is long gone, because between Clayface and this if he ever caught wind of it would have been nasty.
Build a space laser, virus or nano swarm?
Nah. I'll just build gamma radiation bombs that sterilise entire continents. After sending my shadows out to save the animals. Modern day Noah right here.
Okay, changed my mind back. Rocket Red it is. I thought that Rocket Red didn't make sense in post-Communist Russia, but past-me apparently just went with the comic name.
Here.More like it's a pity he's gone. It would have been funny to see him watching this and bang his head on a desk. "Why didn't I think of that? Stupid-stupid-stupid."
...Now that would make an interesting plot bunny. A Supervillain Consultant. Need help with your Fiendish Master Plan? Call us and one of our professionally trained and certified 9 year olds will happily point out all the stupid flaws in your plan to take over the world.
More like it's a pity he's gone. It would have been funny to see him watching this and bang his head on a desk. "Why didn't I think of that? Stupid-stupid-stupid."
...Now that would make an interesting plot bunny. A Supervillain Consultant. Need help with your Fiendish Master Plan? Call us and one of our professionally trained and certified 9 year olds will happily point out all the stupid flaws in your plan to take over the world.