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Maybe it's Grayven that has spoiled me with the trolls because I expected Yellow Lantern Paul to say just
Ok, I don't know anything about ThunderCats lore but what if you threw them into a star?Sixth Mumm-Ra can only be killed by the Sword of Omens, a thing the Paul SI can never use.
If you.. threw a Thundercats character into a star? Um. They'd burn to death. Why?Ok, I don't know anything about ThunderCats lore but what if you threw them into a star?
He says ow and magically teleports back to the planet.Ok, I don't know anything about ThunderCats lore but what if you threw them into a star?
he won't be ever living in a star?He says ow and magically teleports back to the planet.
There's very good reason he's called Mumm Ra the Ever Living...
I.. can't.. think of any reason why he would? Is this a reference to something and I'm just not getting it?
I.. can't.. think of any reason why he would? Is this a reference to something and I'm just not getting it?
Well yes, but actually no.I.. can't.. think of any reason why he would? Is this a reference to something and I'm just not getting it?
Yeah, that's kinda what I thought. He's not a bad person, as evidenced by him actually listening to the lizard-person who called him out on being a self-righteous jackass, but he's got a lot to learn before he'd be considered a good king.Here's the thing, 2011 Lion-O would never be a good king. He's exactly the wrong person for the job. He's decent for leading a co-allition, or a rebellion, or a coup. Which is good, because that's what he needs to do after Mumm-ra fucks everything up.
But he'd probably have been happier as one of the warrior monks or even a court magician. He should have been apprenticed to some sort of scholar, I think he'd be genuinely a better archeologist or explorer than King.
See 2011 Lion-O some how managed to not pick up a single inkling of how politics works, nor how to pick up on people's intents.
Frankly he's kind the perfect example of why sometimes the adopted kid should get the throne, and the blood child should be shuffled into a place where they can pursue their actual areas of competence.
You upset the balance and the Ancient Spirits of Evil get a free pass to go hog wild in the world of the living.The question then becomes, what happens if you just destroy his sarcophagus before you kill him?
The SI doesn't know, but the reports that he's heard haven't mentioned it and if he does it's sitting in the middle of a massive and well-defended space ship.
For those who don't know, the rule for fighting a wizard in their own tower is "don't".Yeah, every rule about fighting a wizard in their own tower goes double for a mummy's pyramid.
Not quite sure why there's the emphasis/italicization on 'water' here. Unless he's somehow expecting that she would have specifically preferred something else?
I would have thought Lord Paultector would have gotten to know Khoah on a more personal level before attempting to date her. I got the impression that while she holds this Paul in a position of admiration, she's still somewhat off-put by him, and their relationship is mainly professional. Also, don't shit where you eat.
Ah, ring-based control of the body. What a useful talent, especially for things like staring contests...Day 297
Mid morning
Patience.
"…my people. I'm their king…"
Patience, and fixing him with a steady stare while the rest of my face remains completely still. And not responding with word or gesture.
I imagine she's happy to have all her children together again... But knowing Lion-O, the older kids will leave with him..."…like you run the place while I'm fighting…"
I can feel Khoah love and hope as tiny disruptions in the aura of fear that usually surrounds me. People see my closest confidant so obviously happy… No, no, it isn't a problem.
Machiavelli would be proud. Or Lord Vetinari, if you'd prefer."…forcing people to work…"
Or rather, it's not an existential problem for the community. We're.. not at the level of desperation which we were after the sacking of the City of Thundera. I can afford to be something other than a stern-faced judge and executioner. After all, it is best to be loved and feared rather than either alone.
Sheesh, he really needs to stop and think. But... Teenager, or old enough to be close to."…stole my sword…"
The boy is unnerved, and that as much as anything else is making him irrational. And he knows it. He knows that he's failing some sort of unspoken test, but he just can't control himself. I'd assign blame to his youth, but the people of this land can't afford to wait for him to get his head on straight.
Say it with me: Power Rings are Awesome. Even rings with very little charge."…say something!"
I wait a moment as Lion-O glares and gets his breath back, but he doesn't appear to feel the need to continue his rant. Cheetara's remained quiet, but her eyes occasionally drift to the Sword of Omens now at Pumyra's hip. I'm not sure if whatever supernatural abilities this version has would allow her to break out of the wrought iron bonds holding her wrists behind her back. But even if she can, I'm confident that I can deal with it.
Okay, he's just getting on everyone's nerves now. Yaul, if you would?I lean forward slightly.
"If you've quite finished?"
"Let us-" He takes a half-pace forward and beside me Pumyra's right hand tightens on her newly acquired sword. Cheetara spots that, her fear for Lion-O flaring momentarily as she realises that she might not be able to save him if he persists in his stupidity. "-go, you-."
Thank you!I right my right hand, glowing construct chains attaching themselves to his arms, legs and neck and pulling him to the ground to grovel before me. I add a solid faceplate to cover his mouth and then force him into a kneeling position.
"Language. Honestly, your nanny would have washed your mouth out with soap..."And then I walk over to him and bend down, so that my mouth is closer to his right ear.
"If you've quite finished?"
"Mrrrrrrugh!"
Perhaps if he shows himself worthy later on, the people might give some thought to allowing him some position in government... But that's unlikely...I straighten up and go back to staring down at him. Since my… Harrowing meditation under the ring's influence I've found that certain things -such as staring unflinchingly- are far easier than they once were. He doesn't have that advantage, and he's trying to maintain eye contact anyway. Again, it just makes him appear weak.
"Then in no particular order. You are the king of no-one. Thundera fell. Its rulers dead or… Fled."
Anything is better than slavery or starvation. It's a hard truth, but one the kitten hasn't learned yet..."Mry ruruh urgh!"
"I took charge because I had the power to protect those who submitted to my authority and the power to enforce my rule. People stayed because I was able to organise them into society that is capable of feeding itself. Their numbers further bolstered by those cats I freed from lizard and rat slavers… And the lizards I freed from Slithe."
And those that remain end up too cowed to think of resisting in turn... Insidious, but entirely inevitable...Cheetara frowns. "Why would Slithe take other lizards prisoner?"
"Because they don't serve Mumm-Ra." I keep staring at Lion-O as I answer her. "For the most part, the lizards who attacked Thundera did so to reclaim the lands the cats took from them and to prevent any possibility of another reversal. Slithe was their war chief, not their king. With their objective complete, they want to go home. Slithe won't allow that, and he's been quite brutal in making examples of those who challenge his orders."
Seriously? Dick move, kitten. No wonder the lady wants your blood..."Moving swiftly on." Lion-O's eyes are watering and he's forced to look away. "You don't rule here because, as I said, you left. You ran after Mumm-Ra rather than protect your people. And while I'm willing to blame that on your youth and inexperience rather than any underlying defect of character, that abandonment means that there's little residual affection for you here. Pumyra in particular was quite put out that you didn't stop to dig her out of the rubble as you ran right past her on your way out."
Amazing, he can actually see the point. Maybe there's hope for him yet."People here work so that there is food. The lizard's army fed itself by taking food from local farms and granaries. The farmers then fled. Before I started doing this no one was planting. And if the fields are not planted then there will be no food. Everyone will starve." I bring my face closer to his. "Do you understand why that is bad?"
He briefly meets my eyes again, and gives me a small nod. I pull back, my eyes still locked on his, and dismiss the construct chains holding him.
And who knows, maybe he can find some way to deal with Mumm-ra with a handful of followers..."I don't know why you're here. I'm mildly concerned that your presence will prove disruptive, but that potential damage is minimised by you leaving promptly. As for your sword? It will be returned when you leave."
Show no weakness to the 'enemy', eh, Pumyra?I feel the change in Pumyra's posture. No, I didn't expect that would make her happy. And there is a.. value in having another weapon like my own sword around. But the Sword of Omens would just make us too big of a target, and without a personal lantern I can't fight the sort of force Mumm-Ra could throw at me. Oh, I'd be fine, but everything I've been building would be utterly destroyed. And while I'm sure that she'll demand an explanation, I've taught her to do things like that in private. And even if I hadn't, she wouldn't undermine me in front of the man she hates.
No, you want to fight him. If the prohecies and stories are to be believed, only you can kill him once and for all. But that isn't happening anytime soon, and Yaul has hungry people to worry about."Is there anything else?"
He cautiously rises to his feet. "We're still-. We need to fight Mumm-Ra-."
It's highly unlikely that he'd ever find such a thing on this world, unless a Sinestro Corps member turns up... Somehow."I think you over-estimate what I 'need' to do. But, yes, I am willing to participate. Once there's an actual plan. That has a hope in hell of working. Though if by some miracle you find a lantern with this-" I hold my right hand up so he can get a clear look at the sigil. "-sigil on it, you can pretty much name your price."
Because if I get that, oh, things become a lot easier. I only had a quick look at the flying pyramid that Mumm-Ra calls a ship, but I rather imagine that bringing it up to full functionality would dramatically improve my situation.
One step forwards, one step back. I wondered what that whistling noise around him was.And then… Sinestro did want his Corps to be a force for universal order, didn't he?
"I'll keep that in mind. We.. need some supplies."
"We have just a little more than the bare minimum of food we need for everyone to live. And you want supplies?"
The Berbils should have no problem fixing any damage. I expect there's fuel handy, what with the flying platforms."No, not food. For our tank. We need help with the repairs-."
"Fine. Talk to the berbils. Anything else?"
Yes, put the woman who hates him in charge of him. Let's hope he doesn't suffer too many new bruises on his way out of town..."No, that's-."
"Good. Off you go." He hesitates, and I make a flapping motion with both hands as I use the ring to unlock their metal chains. "Shoo. Pumyra will escort you."
"Ah. … Thanks."
I expect he rarely smiles these days. The joy of playing the stern leader.He steps away, rubbing his wrists as he does so.
"Cheetara, stay a moment, would you? I have a few questions for you."
Lion-O looks back in alarm, but Cheetara shakes her head. He hesitates a moment, then Pumyra walks up and shoves him forward. Cheetara and I both wait until the door closes behind them, then look at one another. Her, I don't stare down. And-. Ah, smile.
She... Is very confused right now, isn't she?"What did you want to ask?" Her expression is guarded, but there's no sign that she's preparing for an attack. Hopeful.
"I'm not a cat. Obviously." I turn away and walk over to my cabinet. "May I offer you a drink? I'm afraid all we have is water."
But not so confused as to drink from an enemy's cup without seeing them drink first..."Thank you."
I pour water from the clay jug into two plain clay cups, then turn and pass one to her. Then I take a drink, which she watches carefully before sipping from her own cup.
...Wat."There are things I don't understand about cat society, and I can't afford to look ignorant before my people. But since you're leaving soon anyway, there's no harm in me asking you. And as a cleric, I imagine that you're well placed to answer."
"What did you want to know?"
"After the death of a spouse-" She blinks. "-what is the appropriate period of mourning before entertaining a new suitor?"
Damn, another Paul chasing a catwoman. Is this a running theme or what?"Why are you asking?"
"I am extremely fond of Khoah, and… She's fond of me. Her husband died a while ago, and he was by all accounts a fine man. I have no desire to insult his memory, but I would like to pursue her romantically. So I would like to know how long I should leave it."
Paladin, not priest. And holy warriors are generally not as learned in the rites of their faith..."Ah."
Oh, of course. Mustn't forget. "We also have a graveyard. I've tried my best, but all too often people died before I arrived or were too badly injured for me to heal. If you have the time to consecrate it while you're here, I'm sure that it would be a comfort to-."
I doubt she has any ranks in Knowledge: Religion (Thundaran)..."I'm.. not that kind of cleric. I'm a warrior and a keeper of secret knowledge, not a.. priestess."
I frown. "Oh. Are you at all familiar with the relevant rites?"
Well, he's got the go-ahead to woo the kitty-MILF. I suppose that's one upside to the former prince's flying visit..."I know the death-rites. If you think it will help people-" I nod. "-then I can say a few words. And there isn't a 'standard' period of mourning. If she.. likes you then it's probably okay."
I smile pleasantly. "Thank you. I will bear that in mind."
I can feel Khoah's love and hope...
I raise my right hand...
...organise them into a society...
I'm afraid that it's been too long since I watched it to remember its precise capacities.Question he has the eye of Omens in the 2011 series does it have the same power as in the original series to scry for stuff and show things that the user is looking for like perhaps a a source of fear energy that he could use the power up his ring?
Thank you, corrected.Corrections:
I can feel Khoah's love and hope...
I raise my right hand...
...organise them into a society...
Oh for the ability to clone Mr Zoat as much as Paul is so we could have every one of these stories explored and fully fleshed out. Maybe within the next 30 years we will be able to make AIs that can write in the style of an author? Sort of make a make a simulation of the written world then run that simulation and convert the results back into written form.I both love and hate these little Divergence has since they make me so interested to see what Paul does in these other worlds but we usually don't get to see more of them. I mean I actually liked the 2011 Thundercats series and I would love to see where this goes and how it started.
Question he has the eye of Omens in the 2011 series does it have the same power as in the original series to scry for stuff and show things that the user is looking for like perhaps a a source of fear energy that he could use the power up his ring?
Not necessarily.If meditating on the ring got this Paul enlightenment then does that mean that Sinestro also has enlightenment?
I think you said that Atrocitus and Natromo both have their colors version of enlightenment.
Paul.Aside from being called Lord Protector does this version have an actual name, and what is it?
Antagonists. Paul here is doing things, it is Lion-O who is reacting. Lion-O is the protaganist, which is why is is perfectly normal for Paul to monologue to his captive audience.