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

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DrThoth said:
I mean, I suppose that no angel explicitly confirmed it during the Heaven-Hell War arc, but I feel like it's probably accurate to say yes, given its observable effects.
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Yes, the spear that pierced Christ's side is well known in mythology and mystical texts for its ability to (checks notes) mind control superheroes.

Maxx Crowley said:
And a lesbian whose life could be in danger.
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It's okay Maxx; she's a nazi too so at worst it's a "killed by the evil beliefs you yourself spread" situation.
 
Coda said:
I wouldn't count on that. Would you like watching a movie about a traitor?
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What Traitor? Captain Von Trapp wasn't a traitor and in any case the movie (along with the German Film it was based on) is from the POV of the Von Trapp family so the viewer identifies with them, the Nazi's don't come up until near the end an in any case the family became a traveling singing act rather after escaping to Switzerland (A neutral nation). In real life the family escaped to Italy, in any case he was Austrian not German and they had to flee because if him refusing a commission in the German navy would have resulted in his arrest. Overgirl is VERY unlikely to have heard of the Von Trapp family as the only reason the movies were made was because the story is interesting rather than because the Captain was anyone of any importance.
It's a good movie with good music that is likely to suck her in then SUPRISE Nazi's are the bad guys going after these nice people for no good reason. She'd be able to write off the movies bad guys as bad Nazi's, but further seeds of doubt would be planted.
 
For people who asked, I'd assume camps are actually fairly easy to justify if you consider everyone who isn't a Nazi an enemy of the state. From there it's a fairly simple matter of brainwashing. Anything done to an enemy of the state is considered justified by most people - even torture and forced slave labor.
 
I've been trying to imagine Melissa Benoist's Obermadchen with a German scent accent and frankly it's adorable.

Edit: Honestly, I should've checked this one for Autocorrect errors before posting, but in my defense it was, like, 3am.
 
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Covert Community (part 1)
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    • 8th March 2002
    00:32 GMT -7

    Chloe accelerates the submersible towards the shoreline with nary a ripple. This really wasn't what I wanted to do on my first journey on the Spear of Benthesikyme, but… Needs must. A man like Morgan Edge might well have been paranoid enough to have some sort of sonar built into the rocks around his private island, but that won't do anything to help against a submarine built with Atlantean technology.

    I'm not sure if King Orin knows that some of the people loyal to his late brother survived their final confrontation and are still around and just doesn't care, or if he assumed that with the issue of who owns the throne resolved they all went back over to him. But as so often in these cases, his loss is my gain.

    Chloe and a few of her friends were grateful to me for helping them start new lives on the surface. Not so grateful that they'd be willing to help me recreate the technology that the Atlanteans used to effortlessly see off the US Navy last year, but certainly grateful enough that they're willing to ferry me and mine around in the one vessel they still have under their control. As long as we don't get too close to Atlantis itself, which is a place I'm perfectly happy to leave well enough alone.

    "Thirty metres to shore now. Full stop."

    I nod and begin pulling myself up the ladder to the hatch.

    "Thank you. We'll signal when we're ready for extraction."

    "Understood. Good fortune."

    Of course, the dangerous parts of this job should have been taken care of already. Hanging around a lot of supervillains for most of the working week has encouraged me to spend time both exercising and training, and I'm armed and armoured. But I'm fully aware that I'd be the weak link in an actual combat situation, which is why I'm leaving that to the professionals whenever possible.

    I stop climbing, press the button to open the inner hatch and then climb up into the airlock. Another press closes the hatch below me, and a moment later the hatch out onto the dark, unstable, spray-blasted hull opens. I.. would.. hate to have to take a boat in this, let alone swim.

    Fortunately I have a better option, courtesy of my partnership with the late Dr Knight. I unclip the Gravity Rod from my harness and press the activator stub. Immediately, a very faint golden energy field envelops me, and as I hold it aloft and hold down the flight button I'm lifted into the air.

    It's not the most fun way to fly, even if my initial fear that I'd be hanging off the rod turned out to be unfounded. But it works and the energy shield keeps the worst of the wind and water off me, so I make good time to the shore. Mr Edge's mansion is surrounded by a high wall with a rather impressive electrified plasma field protecting it, but, assuming that things are going to plan-.

    A figure steps out of the shade of one of the guard towers and holds up an LED torch.

    ... .. - ..- .- - .. --- -. --. .-. . . -.

    Glad to hear it. I aim the Gravity Rod and swoop downwards, landing next to him.

    Roy Harper smiles confidently as I lower the rod.

    "How was your flight?"

    "Brief, thankfully. Any trouble here?"

    "Nothing we couldn't handle." He leads the way back into the guard tower, then onto the stairs leading to ground level. "Hey, what are you planning on doing with this place after we're done here?"

    "We'll be handing Mister Edge and his associates over to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He has no legal heir." I shrug as we begin walking up to the main house. "It's not entirely clear if anyone owns it. No government claims it, which is why he set up here in the first place. And since no government owns it, no court has the authority to determine who the rightful owner is."

    "Huh. You don't want it?"

    "I… Don't think so. It might be convenient for some of my employees with outstanding warrants, but.. I.. think that being on an island base might encourage them to regress."

    He nods, smiling.

    "Heh, yeah. It does kinda shout 'supervillain', doesn't it?"

    I note the slumped and bound private security guards propped up against the exterior wall of the house. I can't see much bleeding…

    "Any trouble?"

    "Between me, Cheshire and Cheetah, we took them down before they knew what was happening. Cheshire even used those electrified baton things you gave her."

    I look at one man with two blackening eyes and a broken jaw. Then I look back to Roy and raise my left eyebrow.

    "Mostly as clubs, but hey, no one got stabbed."

    We walk in through the open front door.

    "There was one thing though."

    "Yes?"

    "When I saw how Cheetah dyed her fur I made a crack about black cats… Cheshire likes that sort of thing, but-."

    "Cheetah really doesn't."

    He regards me curiously.

    "How'd you find that out?"

    When I was kissing the fur covering her abdomen, discovered that her genetic splicing had given her supernumerary mammaries and remarked that she now had 'kitty titties', which... It turns out that they're a sore point for her.

    Not… Literally, they're actually quite-.

    Anyway.

    "Pretty much the same way you did. One offhand comment, and-" Months of progress on improving her self-image ruined. "-she was surprisingly upset."

    We proceed through the foyer and down one of the corridors. More guards are bound, but unlike outside there is visible damage. Bullet holes in the walls, blackened wood and carpet where explosives were used…

    "Please tell me those were flashbangs."

    "Hey, zero body count. Cheshire gets it."

    I'm not entirely happy about employing an assassin anyway. Sending her on a mission like this while two months pregnant made me unhappy in an entirely different way, but… She appears to have handled it just fine. And I certainly don't want her covering her maternity leave with money earned through her primary occupation. I don't think my contacts in the FBI will be willing to talk about a pardon at this stage, but it's something to work towards.

    Barbara's waiting just ahead, her right paw is twitching as she restrains her desire to lick the dye out of her fur. This is the first time she's been out as 'Cheetah' since we started working together and I think that the fighting is bringing her feline instincts to the fore. She freezes as we approach, her eyes fixing on my face. I… I've studied cheetah behaviour, but her body language is an odd combination of human and cheetah and I'm not entirely sure what that means. I can't see any wounds on her, which I'm happy about.

    "…in these things, anyway?"

    Cheshire's already opened the vault and is walking around the four red biohazard containers contained therein. Barbara falls in behind Roy and I as we join her and she regards me curiously.

    "This is why we're here? Did Morgan get his hands on something he wasn't supposed to? The last sample of a deadly disease that was never supposed to leave the laboratory? Oh, a bio-weapon the US government doesn't want people to know about?"

    "No." I raise the Gravity Rod. "Please step back."

    "What-?"

    She hurries aside as I press the 'energy pulse' button.
     
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    When I was kissing the fur covering her abdomen, discovered that her genetic splicing had given her supernumerary mammaries and remarked that she now had 'kitty titties', which... It turns out that they're a sore point for her.
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    Mrrr... Good to see you settled into QQ well, Zoat. But that second link might be a little much for the SFW side of this site? I'm not actually sure.
     
    Ardy said:
    Okay so the clay face thing is fine and I'm always happy to learn about reform!Paul.

    But cat nipples? Really? Did we really need to know that???
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    to each his/her own,
    Different strokes for different folks

    On a separate note I wonder if sometime in the future the different Pauls will have their own threads or something but I am enjoying the format as is so I hope I don't sound like I am complaining
     
    Mr Zoat said:
    8th March 2002
    00:32 GMT -7

    Chloe accelerates the submersible towards the shoreline with nary a ripple. This really wasn't what I wanted to do on my first journey on the Spear of Benthesikyme, but… Needs must. A man like Morgan Edge might well have been paranoid enough to have some sort of sonar built into the rocks around his private island, but that won't do anything to help against a submarine built with Atlantean technology.
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    Hmm... A new alternate, or is this Peter Wynn? Either way, he's badass.

    I'm not sure if King Orin knows that some of the people loyal to his late brother survived their final confrontation and are still around and just doesn't care, or if he assumed that with the issue of who owns the throne resolved they all went back over to him. But as so often in these cases, his loss is my gain.

    Chloe and a few of her friends were grateful to me for helping them start new lives on the surface. Not so grateful that they'd be willing to help me recreate the technology that the Atlanteans used to effortlessly see off the US Navy last year, but certainly grateful enough that they're willing to ferry me and mine around in the one vessel they still have under their control. As long as we don't get too close to Atlantis itself, which is a place I'm perfectly happy to leave well enough alone.
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    'Chloe' being the new name of a former follower of Ocean Master, I take it. One who didn't take part in more unsavoury actions, I hope.

    "Thirty metres to shore now. Full stop."

    I nod and begin pulling myself up the ladder to the hatch.

    "Thank you. We'll signal when we're ready for extraction."
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    Impressive that the head of a major corporation is going all James Bond. At least he isn't going Austin Powers...

    "Understood. Good fortune."

    Of course, the dangerous parts of this job should have been taken care of already. Hanging around a lot of supervillains for most of the working week has encouraged me to spend time both exercising and training, and I'm armed and armoured. But I'm fully aware that I'd be the weak link in an actual combat situation which is why I'm leaving that to the professionals whenever possible.
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    And he knows his limits. Peter's a smart boss, isn't he?

    I stop climbing, press the button to open the inner hatch and then climb up into the airlock. Another press closes the hatch below me, and a moment later the hatch out onto the dark, unstable, spray-blasted hull opens. I.. would.. hate to have to take a boat in this, let alone swim.

    Fortunately I have a better option, courtesy of my partnership with the late Dr Knight. I unclip the Gravity Rod from my harness and press the activator stub. Immediately, a very faint golden energy field envelops me, and as I hold it aloft and hold down the flight button I'm lifted into the air.
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    Sweeeet. One of the second-best options to an actual power ring.

    It's not the most fun way to fly, even if my initial fear that I'd be hanging off the rod turned out to be unfounded. But it works and the energy shield keeps the worst of the wind and water off me, so I make good time to the shore. Mr Edge's mansion is surrounded by a high wall with a rather impressive electrified plasma field protecting it, but, assuming that things are going to plan-.

    I figure steps out of the shade of on of the guard towers and holds up an LED torch.
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    Admittedly, it's a highly visible way to fly. Big golden aura's kind of obvious, especially at night....

    ... .. - ..- .- - .. --- -. --. .-. . . -.

    Glad to hear it. I aim the Gravity Rod and swoop downwards, landing next to him.
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    At a guess, the Morse translates to 'All clear' or something similar.

    Roy Harper smiles confidently as I lower the rod.

    "How was your flight?"

    "Brief, thankfully. Any trouble here?"
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    Ah, Humour. best way to relax during a tense operation. Good to see Roy in the field. I take it he's currently Arsenal, not Speedy or Red Arrow.

    "Nothing we couldn't handle." He leads the way back into the guard tower, then onto the stairs leading to ground level. "Hey, what are you planning on doing with this place after we're done here?"

    "We'll be handing Mister Edge and his associates over to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He has no legal heir." I shrug as we begin walking up to the main house. "It's not entirely clear if anyone owns it. No government claims it, which is why he set up here in the first place. And since no government owns it, no court has the authority to determine who the rightful owner is."
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    Could make a useful hideaway in future.

    "Huh. You don't want it?"

    "I… Don't think so. It might be convenient for some of my employees with outstanding warrants, but.. I.. think that being on an island base might encourage them to regress."
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    Yeah, out here in the middle of nowhere, some of them might get Ideas. Awful, awful ideas likely to get them Righteously Face-punched by the League again.

    He nods, smiling.

    "Heh, yeah. It does kinda shout 'supervillain', doesn't it?"
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    I bet the only thing missing is a giant sculpture of the owner's face or a giant skull on whatever mountainside or cliff is handy.

    I note the slumped and bound private security guards propped up against the exterior wall of the house. I can't see much bleeding…

    "Any trouble?"

    "Between me, Cheshire and Cheetah, we took them down before they knew what was happening. Cheshire even used those electrified baton things you gave her."
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    Ah, she got convinced to leave the pointy things at home, eh? Batons are better for acceptable low-lethality takedowns, certainly.

    I look at one man with two blackening eyes and a broken jaw. Then I look back to Roy and raise my left eyebrow.

    "Mostly as clubs, but hey, no one got stabbed."
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    Black Widow, she ain't...

    We walk in through the open front door.

    "There was one thing though."

    "Yes?"
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    Oh-ho, disagreement in the ranks? Hopefully nothing big.

    "When I saw how Cheetah dyed her fur I made a crack about black cats… Cheshire likes that sort of thing, but-."

    "Cheetah really doesn't."
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    I hope it washes out. I'm sure Peter enjoys the rosettes.

    He regards me curiously.

    "How'd you find that out?"
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    Detailed examinations. Usually late at night.

    When I was kissing the fur covering her abdomen, discovered that her genetic splicing had given her supernumerary mammaries and remarked that she now had 'kitty titties', which... It turns out that they're a sore point for her.

    Not… Literally, they're actually quite-.
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    Oh, my. Risque, but technically nothing more than what she showed off on-screen. And she managed to make herself more catlike? I bet she wasn't entirely happy about that.:D

    Anyway.

    "Pretty much the same way you did. One offhand comment, and-" Months of progress on improving her self-image ruined. "-she was surprisingly upset."
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    Ouch. I bet someone was sleeping on the couch that night...

    We proceed through the foyer and down one of the corridors. More guards are bound, but unlike outside there is visible damage. Bullet holes in the walls, blackened wood and carpet where explosives were used…

    "Please tell me those were flashbangs."

    "Hey, zero body count. Cheshire gets it."
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    "A little Tinnitus never hurt anyone."

    I'm not entirely happy about employed an assassin anyway. Sending her on a mission like this while two months pregnant made me unhappy in an entirely different way, but… She appears to have handled it just fine. And I certainly don't want her covering her maternity leave with money earned through her primary occupation. I don't think my contacts in the FBI will be willing to talk about a pardon at this stage, but it's something to work towards.
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    Oh, my. the lady's dedicated to her work, isn't she? Little Lian's gonna be a badass with those genes.

    Barbara's waiting her just ahead, her right paw is twitching as she restrains her desire to lick the dye out of her fur. This is the first time she's been out as 'Cheetah' since we started working together and I think that the fighting is bringing her feline instincts to the fore. She freezes as we approach, her eyes fixing on my face. I… I've studied cheetah behaviour, but her body language is an odd combination of human and cheetah and I'm not entirely sure what that means. I can't see any wounds on her, which I'm happy about.
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    Ooh, awkward. Lots of sweet talking and making up ahead, Peter.

    "…in these things, anyway?"

    Cheshire's already opened the vault and is walking around the four red biohazard containers contained therein. Barbara falls in behind Roy and I as we join her and she regard me curiously.
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    Please don't poke the happy-fun death-goo.

    "This is why we're here? Did Morgan get his hands on something he wasn't supposed to? The last sample of a deadly disease that was never supposed to leave the laboratory? Oh, a bio-weapon the US government doesn't want people to know about?"

    "No." I raise the Gravity Rod. "Please step back."
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    Whatever it is, it's about to stop existing either way.

    "What-?"

    She hurries aside as I press the 'energy pulse' button.
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    One way to dispose of...Whatever it was.

    Ah, back to Earth-12 and the DCAU alternate. And it's good to see 'Peter' getting involved in things after losing his Ring. I assume Batman never gave the real thing back.
     
    Not disposing of it....my memory is a little fuzzy but the island in the middle of nowhere with a few barrels of mystery goo, in the earth-12 DCAU is screaming Clayface to me. The Injustice Gang forming started out similarly, but looks like 'peter' is short circuiting that one even without Meta-Knowledge.

    This is a Job interview / Jail Break.

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    Oh, and the Morse translates to 'SITUATIONGREEN'

    A bit of an odd pick for a code, police / military tend tends to abbreviate or use codes for such statements. Nice to see that Peter picked up reading it.
     
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    thebishop8 said:
    Change "employed" to "employing", or maybe "having employed".
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    Thank you, corrected.
    Flux Casey said:
    Mrrr... Good to see you settled into QQ well, Zoat. But that second link might be a little much for the SFW side of this site? I'm not actually sure.
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    She goes around naked in the animated series.
    Ardy said:
    But cat nipples? Really? Did we really need to know that???
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    Yes. Things like that help you understand how alienated from her own body she feels, something that this version of the SI doesn't understand at all.
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    I figure -> A figure
    shade of on of the -> shade of the
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    Thank you, corrected.
    Darko said:
    Speaking of furries, how have people reacted to Peter dating a catgirl?
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    Neither of them are all that well known, globally. Other employees know that she's an altered human trying to turn herself back.
    Who is Chloe?
    Did she appear in the show or comics, or is she just a oc employee?
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    She would have been a minor background character if she was on screen at all.
     
    Slayer Anderson said:
    Hey, Mr Zoat - just curious, but with all of the sudden interludes from alternate realities, are we nearing the endgame for the SI or does the story have a long way to go?

    Not asking for spoilers or anything, just curious about a general timeline.
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    We seem to be nearing the Crisis of Infinite Pauls. However, considering that Season 2 of the show hasn't even begun, and the mystery of what happened to John Constantine remains in the air? I suspect we have a way to go.

    Speaking of John: How's he doing on the Renegade side?
     
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    I'm more thankful we're off the Nazi stuff for a while.


    It's not the chapters. It's the commentators.


    Given the Armenian Genocide, the mass murders the various Communist groups, and the horrible behavour of a bunch of religous groups, I'm over all this "Nazi" stuff.

    Yes, they were monsters. Why are you all obssesing over them? There's been worse, before, and since.



    Just enjoy the fic, would you? Lean back, and think of Themyscira, would you?
     
    DAT_NOOB said:
    I'm sure the worlds weebs will find out and demand genetically engineered catgirls when Reddit becomes a thing
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    According to Morrison's Seven Soldiers, there are people with superhero fetishes who'll risk death to get powers (cf Bulleteer's origin story). Stands to reason that also applies to supervillains.

    I imagine there are people who get the serum or Ray gun or whatever, use it, get powers, and then go "okay, now what?"

    And then some of them become Twitch streamers.
     
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