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

gustyeagle · May 4, 2020

Where the hell is OL?

l---erddad---l · May 4, 2020

Mr Zoat said:
"Oh, not ag-"

The sky turns red.

"-ain."

Oh shit, this misunderstanding ain't gonna end well.

Handlewithcare · May 4, 2020

That link didn't make things very clear.

Is Pariah villain, hero or neutral?

Would he be against Krona?

Mr Zoat · May 4, 2020

Darko said:
'It should' not 'I should'

I appreciate you pointing this out, but there are multiple instances of 'I should' in the text and it would help me if you could quote a little more.

Darko · May 4, 2020

It's 'It should be a simple matter'

Silveraith · May 4, 2020

Mr Zoat said:
"But it he does attack us directly, then we'll be ready for him."

If.

Chojin Patriarch · May 4, 2020

Mr Zoat said:
17th May 2011
02:57 GMT

"Where do you want me?"

Commander Gordon looks up from her datasheet construct.

Things moving along nicely, I take it. The joy of a universe that survived (and remembered) a previous Crisis...

For reasons relating to public safety and time-space stability, we're rebuilding the tuning fork in the same place that Alexander Luthor built the last one. It also has the advantage of already being owned by the Justice League. Most of the tuning fork is held together by golden light, the pieces which were recovered from the original shoved into place in the golden mould. The effect is an odd patchwork of pieces and constructs, though the proportion which is construct is decreasing steadily as the local John Stewart reforms it under the instruction of Black Queen. He's… Quite a lot more capable than I thought he would be. I don't remember his exact abilities particularly well from the comics, but macro scale matter conversion isn't something I remember him being able to do. He's also dressed in a modified Guardian robe rather than the gold and black armour of the other Corps members.

A reminder: The previous local Green Lanterns (Jordan, Stewart, and Rayner. Waht of Gardner?) got bootstrapped into Guardian-hood following the defeat of the originals.

"At the rate John's going, we should be ready to force the connection in a few minutes."

"Does that stop Krona, or open a portal directly to him?"

Perhaps they should have checked that before going through all of this...

"It should just stop him. At least until he can build a new tuning fork." She looks around, smiling confidently. "But it he does attack us directly, then we'll be ready for him."

I don't know what the term for a large force of Lanterns is, but at the moment most of the light illuminating this area is shining from the rings and environmental shields of over a hundred Gold Lanterns. Also present are a large number of Justice League members in cold weather gear, as well as a veritable legion of bat-themed combat robots. Not all of the League members look happy to be here; esprit de corps only gets you so far in arctic weather, and those who don't have either heat powers or supernatural resilience are huddled up in thick thermal clothing.

Feel sorry for the guys and girls who decided their costume should feature bare arms or legs. In this era though, that'd be few and far between, and those with heat power are probably warming those without anyway.

I smile, and.. I think that my teeth show a little.

"What?"

"My previous world, and… The world all of the alternate version of me came from originally, we don't have superheroes."

Not the kind that run around in long underwear, anyway. Athletic wear, certainly. Buffy does like her tight pants and crop tops.

She frowns curiously. "You don't?"

"No. My original home has no magic or superpowers, and if there are any aliens then we haven't met them yet. And the world where I died and rose again… Plenty of magic, but the heroes it has tend to…" I look around at the eye-scouringly bright costumes all around me. "Dress conservatively, rather than wear costumes. Also, authorities seem to not actually be aware that magic is real."

Honestly, is it something in the air in these universes that makes people who get superpowers want to run around in primary colours and spandex, or dark coloured leathers? I mean, I know why they do it in the Doylist sense: Strong visual appeal and marketable likenesses...

In the air to the north, Doctor Fate summons protective ankhs at each of the cardinal points.

"How did they miss it?"

Buffyverse magic isn't nearly so flashy, alas. Outside of some rare occasions.

"Commander, this is the most mentally focused I've been since I died. When I go back, if I stay like this, I'll try and find out."

"Are you losing focus again?"

I doubt he burns charge that fast. If the emotional surge is running out, well... Time to call John Constantine again.

"Not that I've noticed. Hearts appear to be multiplicative for me: taking one-."

She gives me a level stare. "I know what 'multiplicative' means."

"Of course, sorry. I've never had this much power before. This could last a very long time."

Oh, that's going to wreak even more changes on the Buffyverse when, or if, he returns.

"Though if we're fighting a Guardian, he might be able to undo it."

"Poss-ibly. I don't know if they ever used black rings, but… It's their technology."

As if Nekron would have any kind of bobblehead malware running on his corps.

She reaching into a utility pouch and pulls out a gold power.. ring.

"The reason why I've brought so many Gold Lanterns here is that our rings weren't made by the Guardians. They were made by John Stewart, with input from Sinestro and Lex Luthor. All of the programming was rewritten and replaced, so while we can't stop Krona affecting it, he shouldn't have any advantage over anyone else."

In other words, they actually coded up a security patch mod. That's how you void a warranty in style.

"Good show. So I should stay here?"

"No." She passes the ring to me. "So you should take this. It can't help with your other emotions, but you should at least be able to remember why you're fighting."

Oh, my. If he ever gets alive again, this should be useful. Or if he passes it on to someone in the Buffyverse... Who would be a good candidate for that?

I.. take the ring and slide it onto my right middle finger.

"Does it come with a personal lantern?"

She nods. "Of course."

Well, he's got a leg up on most other Pauls now. Just has to do something about the whole 'heart-absorbing undead monstrosity' thing...

I.. nod. "I'm not sure this will actually work since it's not a heart, but… Thank-"

She suddenly looks up toward the top of the tuning fork.

"- you."

Looks like it's time to go. Cue the macguffin skybeam! Though in this case, they're protecting it, rather than trying to disable it...

"John's ready for you. Follow me."

She rises in his direction, and I float along after her.

"So how is this going to work?"

Make with the exposition already, please?

"The original tuning fork used people from as many different pre-merger realities as they could find in order to… Pry this universe apart along the seams. We think that Krona is using different versions of you to study the layout of the multiverse. That should be less dangerous -at least to start with- and so we're using you to link our tuning fork with his. It should be a simple matter of imbuing each of the seven power containment units with small amounts of your-"

Sympathetic contamination logic, eh? Same reasoning Krona is using to collect Pauls and Jades...

A small frown.

"-emotional energy, while Black Queen does the same on the other tine. Once Krona has been shut down we can worry about how we stop him permanently."

Eh, he's like a bad stink. He'll turn up again sooner or later, whatever happens.

We stop just above the platform at the top of the right tine, and I land in the centre of it. Black Queen is already on the other side, while Red and Indigo rise up to keep me-.

A Gold Lantern flies up with a fur-wreathed and decidedly disgruntled Cheshire. The local one, presumably.

Ah, the local Jade. I guess Krona had no interest in her at all. Too basic for his needs.

I give her a jaunty wave as she's flown over to Black Queen.

"Right then." I look around for a moment and try and work out how I'm going to do this. Infusing other things with emotion isn't really something I've done before. Black rings are more about taking emotion from other people. On the other hand, infusing other things is basically what I do when I make a new ring, right? "Let's get this show on the road."

Oh, joy. Flying by the seat of your pants. Just the thing to prevent multiversal disruption...

I arbitrarily designate one of the power containment units 'will', and mentally assign a sigil to each of them.

Anger should be easy. I didn't need to heart-rip demons to get that. Rage at a power I/he couldn't fight against killing the only person he loved and making him feel weak and helpless-.

Ooh, funky colour-shift.

It's like… Vomiting. One moment I'm standing there pointing my right hand off to one side, the next a thin tube of black connects the ring to the containment unit, red light flowing along the inside. And it does not feel nice to vomit from your soul rather than your stomach.

"Power level twenty five percent."

One percent a time?

It's efficient, if nothing else... let's hope that's enough to do the job, though.

The construct evaporates, a dull red sigil floating over the containment unit.

That's not too bad.

So far so good. Just waiting for the clog to gum up the gears...

I glance over at Black Queen. She's gone for will first, which probably comes most naturally to her. She looks my way as her sigil forms and I give her a thumbs up.

Next is avarice. Well, I do like feeling alive, and those demons liked being in the material universe. This one should be easy-.

Especially since so many of the other Pauls are Orange Ring users... Should take a lot less energy to manage it.

A man in a green, black and white costume appears in the air between the tines and looks around wide-eyed.

"Oh, not ag-"

Pariah? Oh, fuck! Pose like a boss, because shit just got real!

The sky turns red.

"-ain."

At least there's no bowl of petunias falling from orbit?

Well, the lightshow has begun, the skies are red, and the latest Crisis is in full swing. Things are finally going to come to a head, and it is going to be amazing...

Some advice for proofreading: If you select the sentence with the error, you should see an option below the selection to '+Quote | Reply'. Using the former adds the selection to a buffer you can add to a post later, while Reply takes you straight to the posting box with that text already quoted.
Also helpful: picking the word out with a distinct colour, like this. That's Turquoise on the colour picker. Underlining can work too, assuming the text isn't already like that.
It might be tougher on mobile, but it makes it much clearer for Mr Zoat to find the error you're marking.

And speaking of corrections:

The world all of the alternate version of me...

The world all of the alternate versions of me...

She reaching into a utility pouch...

She reaches into a utility pouch...

Vaermina · May 4, 2020

Mr Zoat said:
A man in a green, black and white costume appears in the air between the tines and looks around wide-eyed.

"Oh, not ag-"

The sky turns red.

"-ain."

Well, it was a nice universe while it lasted.

Mr Zoat · May 4, 2020

Chojin Patriarch said:
Well, the lightshow has begun, the skies are red, and the latest Crisis is in full swing. Things are finally going to come to a head, and it is going to be amazing...

Some advice for proofreading: If you select the sentence with the error, you should see an option below the selection to '+Quote | Reply'. Using the former adds the selection to a buffer you can add to a post later, while Reply takes you straight to the posting box with that text already quoted.
Also helpful: picking the word out with a distinct colour, like this. That's Turquoise on the colour picker. Underlining can work too, assuming the text isn't already like that.
It might be tougher on mobile, but it makes it much clearer for Mr Zoat to find the error you're marking.

It really does.

And speaking of corrections:
The world all of the alternate versions of me...
She reaches into a utility pouch...

Silveraith said:
If.

Thank you, corrected.

Stsword · May 4, 2020

Handlewithcare said:
That link didn't make things very clear.

Is Pariah villain, hero or neutral?

Would he be against Krona?

Hero.

But mostly he's a stormcrow, an omen of death and disaster.

Disasters up to entire universes being destroyed.

moralrelativity · May 4, 2020

Chojin Patriarch said:
At least there's no bowl of petunias falling from orbit?

Ah, good catch. I'm quite disappointed in myself that I didn't pick up on it.

Bomaz · May 4, 2020

So can anyone explain what's going on with this episode and the previous? Who is everyone?

I'm very lost

Ace Dreamer · May 4, 2020

Bomaz said:
So can anyone explain what's going on with this episode and the previous? Who is everyone?

I'm very lost

Previous episode was set in the place where the evil Guardian of the Universe, Krona, of Green Lantern fame, has created his Tuning Fork of Doom, and plastered one fork with loads of kidnapped versions of the SI, and the other with versions of Cheshire, sometimes his SO. Unfortunately, a Clayface was impersonating the SI (Orange Lantern) when the kidnap occurred, and was doing such a good job they got grabbed instead. Previous episode was from PoV of said Clayface.

Current episode is set in a DC world from the fanfic Inviolate, where Lex Luthor found his mind had been messed with all his life, and decided to object to this, in a major way. This is why things are a bit... strange. The local heroes have dealt with people trying to mess with the structure of the DC multiverse, before, so they are using that experience to create their own Tuning Fork of Salvation. A version of the SI, Black Lantern, who ended up dead in the Buffy-verse, and not loving it, is the PoV, and the Black Queen is the not-resurrected Red Queen, who is a version of Cheshire (with the powers of the Red King), previously kidnapped by Krona, and used as the core of a Manhunter cyborg. At the end Pariah arrives, and, he's got a reputation for doing so just as multiple universes get shredded...

It is important to realise that Pariah, is not, in fact, a bowl of petunias.

(HHGttG)

So, all perfectly clear, now?

(Of course, I may have this all very, very, wrong. And, if so, I'd appreciate correction.

)

(Please note that some episodes may be considered to have excessive ponification, and/or Grayvenation, so a good way to get confused in WTR is to try and ignore these... Oh, and another good way to get confused is to try and understand Vaermina's version of things...)

PDV · May 5, 2020

Ace Dreamer said:
Oh, and another good way to get confused is to try and understand Vaermina's version of things

Truer words have never been spoken, my friend.

Mquz · May 5, 2020

I feel like this might be the wind-up to the end of the fic... or maybe a hiatus? Just a general feeling due to trying to wrap all these loose storylines up and multiverse-spanning shenanigans in these last chapters. If there were any place to end a fic like this, a Crisis scenario would be it. That's sad, but might be for the best? Fics can seemingly only continue to be good for so long, after all, and this one has gone on longer than any other I'm aware of. I wish him luck and am looking forward to any other projects he might or might not be up to.

Mr Zoat · May 5, 2020

Stay hidden.
Look around.
Find a way out.
Then come back.

Check resting surface. Check outer surface. Still matching.

Check surroundings. Note observers. Note attention level. No imminent threat. Move.

See exit? No.

Keep going.

Check resting surface. Check outer surface. Still matching.

Check surroundings. Note observers. Note attention level. No imminent threat. Move.

See exit? No.

Keep going.

Can't keep going. Surface ends.

…

Puzzled.

Check resting surface. Check outer surface. Still matching.

Check surroundings. Note observers. Note attention level. No imminent threat.

Think.

Situation too complex for current instructions. Cannot modify instructions. Cannot understand more than instructions. Need to understand more to follow instructions in situation.

Self must change. Self material matches resting surface material. Make more self.

Check feeding surface. Check outer surface. Still matching.

Check surroundings. Note observers. Note attention level. No imminent threat.

Self checks the feeding surface. Self checks the outer surface. Still matching.

I check the surface I'm feeding-.

Wohw wohw wohw! I'm.. the split off?

That… Wasn't meant to-. Well fuck me if I'm absorbing me.

Stay hidden. Look around. Find a way out. Then come back.

Fuck that! It's like a Sunday School lesson! Don't fuck someone in your power over or the guy fucked over might be you!

Am I-? Yeah, I… Think I'm Matt Hagen, but-. Oh, I'm… Bigger. Lucky thing the robots don't walk anywhere. So… Okay, I'm off the tuning fork, got to the ground with the alien overlord's house on it, and-.

I.. crawled all around it and wasn't clever enough to work out how to get inside? And then… Me.

Huh.

Shit, I actually-. I didn't think that thing I made to scout really was a person, I thought she was just-. Oh. Oh shit, I actually killed-. I killed a kid. I mean…

…

I've killed people. People attacking me, or… Who had it coming. But… That's…

Okay, yeah. I get back home, I'm going in whatever prison they pick out. Maybe… Someone can work out how to get… What did Robin call her? Annie? Out of me. All I remember getting from her was a few memories, but there's gotta be something if she was a person.

Right?

God.

Stay hidden. Look around. Find a way out.

Yeah, yeah.

There aren't actually any robots on guard duty. Not in a 'standing by the doors' kind of way. Okay, now I can think about it… There's a flow of robots towards a.. red.. area near the tuning fork, and… When they get there they vanish, and… More appear from someplace else. But I'm too big to stick myself on one without it noticing, even if I wanted to risk it.

The walls of the alien's fort-thing… No friction. Can't climb them, and I don't want to risk stretching up that far. I stick fine to the rock… Try… Underneath, I guess.

Then come back.

I'm gonna have to, aren't I? Otherwise he'll-. I'll-. … He'll just make another one, and that's… Bad. I need to report back, I just-. Don't merge. Or if I did, what..? I mean, we still think like each other, so would we actually-? Would he.. 'get' me, or would I get him or would there be no difference, because we're not different enough?

Hell, I don't know.

Okay. Underneath. More of the building's sticking out here… That's… Open? Some sort of-.

Is that the toilet outflow?

It wouldn't be the.. weirdest thing I'd crawled into. And I guess aliens gotta go potty too. Not like it disgusts me; my sense of smell doesn't work like it used to and it's not like anything that doesn't get absorbed will stick. But wouldn't they have… Space toilets? And why isn't there shit just floating around out here?

Pipe's not zero friction, so… Check the robots again, then here I go.

Eh. Crawled through one pipe, crawled through them all. There's a little water in here, but I'm not feeling anything else. Nothing organic. There might be something too small for me to feel, like microbes or whatever, but nothing larger. I think there's a… Slight change in pressure? I -ughh- change myself into a tube so the air can flow, because they might spot a gas build up even if they don't have… Laser sensors or something inside the pipe. And… Okay, light at the end of the tunnel. The pipe… Just leads out into a room?

I very cautiously stick an eye down, and… Plants. A garden of flowering plants. A greenhouse, except there isn't any glass. Some of them have large violet flowers, others… Don't have any. No robots in here as far as I can see. The pipe comes out way too far away from the walls for me to climb down. I could try climbing up the outside of the pipe and then moving across the ceiling, but it looks smooth and I'd need really good grip for that. I'm flexible but I'm not exactly light.

I bring down my other eye so I can look in the other direction at the same time. I think I'm gonna have to… Drop, fast as I can, and then get the heck away in case anyone hears it.

I squash up my front, bring up as much of my mass as I can and relax my grip on the pipe. Then I get to see the ground shoot towards my face, and the feel of the rest of me sliding out of the pipe at speed! Oof! Takes a moment to me to sort myself out after getting mashed like that, and… What shape should I go with? One of the robots, I guess? The only other thing would be Wynne, and if someone spotted that I'd get stuck back on the tuning fork. The alternative would be creeping around, but this is inside. It's a lot easier to put monitoring devices around.

I guess. I mean, what do I know? I'm an actor.

Was an actor.

Okay, humanoid… One of the ones with the heads built into their shoulders. Check the colors… I'm good. Their heads just rotate… Yeah, I can do that. Check the range of motion in the arms and legs. I can't fly, but I didn't see them walking. Hm. I think I can manage. Exit…

I carefully look around and see a doorway -with no door and so no door security- leading out into a corridor.

That's a start. I'll head that way and see where it takes me.

The plants do brighten the place up nicely.

Darko · May 5, 2020

'pipe comes out' not 'pipe is comes out'

Queshire · May 5, 2020

Mr Zoat said:
rest of me sliding out of the pipe and speed!

At speed I presume.

Darko · May 5, 2020

Hopefully Annie will come back.

There was this other lantern SI fic where she was brought back using Martian tech meant meant to separate different personalities.

Mr Zoat · May 5, 2020

Darko said:
'pipe comes out' not 'pipe is comes out'

Queshire said:
At speed I presume.

Thank you, corrected.

Chojin Patriarch · May 5, 2020

Mr Zoat said:
Stay hidden.
Look around.
Find a way out.
Then come back.

Check resting surface. Check outer surface. Still matching.

Ah, the Clayling we saw in Clayface's PoV is getting its own part? Interesting.

Check surroundings. Note observers. Note attention level. No imminent threat. Move.

See exit? No.

Still following its programmed-in drives, I see.

Keep going.

Check resting surface. Check outer surface. Still matching.

Clearly it can't stay this way. This would get boring as hell for an entire post.

Check surroundings. Note observers. Note attention level. No imminent threat. Move.

See exit? No.

Something's got to change for it. After all, there's only so much...

Keep going.

Can't keep going. Surface ends.

...Space. Well then, little Clayling, what now?

…

Puzzled.

Heh. I bet a few people are confused right now...

Check resting surface. Check outer surface. Still matching.

Check surroundings. Note observers. Note attention level. No imminent threat.

No-one's watching. What sort of character are you?

Think.

Situation too complex for current instructions. Cannot modify instructs. Cannot understand more than instructions. Need to understand more to follow instructions in situation.

And it can recognise when it can't continue its orders. I wonder if Clayface has any idea of what he's managed to do?

Self must change. Self material matches resting surface material. Make more self.

Check feeding surface. Check outer surface. Still matching.

Staying hidden even as it eats and grows... Sensible, it doesn't know what the Manhunters can or will do.

Check surroundings. Note observers. Note attention level. No imminent threat.

Self checks the feeding surface. Self checks the outer surface. Still matching.

Not quite there yet, little one. Just a little more mass...

I check the surface I'm feeding-.

Wohw wohw wohw! I'm.. the split off?

And we have sapience! Now for some real thinking.

That… Wasn't meant to-. Well fuck me if I'm absorbing me.

Stay hidden. Look around. Find a way out. Then come back.

Now, if it can learn to work around its' programming...

Fuck that! It's like a Sunday School lesson! Don't fuck someone in your power over or the guy fucked over might be you!

Am I-? Yeah, I… Think I'm Matt Hagen, but-. Oh, I'm… Bigger. Lucky thing the robots don't walk anywhere. So… Okay, I'm off the tuning fork, got to the ground with the alien overlord's house on it, and-.

Well? Onwards, little Clayling.

I.. crawled all around it and wasn't clever enough to work out how to get inside? And then… Me.

Huh.

Shit, I actually-. I didn't think that thing I made to scout really was a person, I thought she was just-. Oh. Oh shit, I actually killed-. I killed a kid. I mean…

Funny that this part feels regret over Annie. I wonder if that'll carry over to the original if the Clayling returns to Clayface?

…

I've killed people. People attacking me, or… Who had it coming. But… That's…

Self-defence only goes so far. I'm sure some of them didn't earn your attention...

Okay, yeah. I get back home, I'm going in whatever prison they pick out. Maybe… Someone can work out how to get… What did Robin call her? Annie? Out of me. All I remember getting from her was a few memories, but there's gotta be something if she was a person.

Right?

Not quite smart enough to manage Hope or Compassion. Probably a good thing, given the Manhunters' presumed emotional senses...

God.

Stay hidden. Look around. Find a way out.

Yeah, yeah.

Haven't we all had moments like that?

There aren't actually any robots on guard duty. Not in a 'standing by the doors' kind of way. Okay, now I can think about it… There's a flow of robots towards a.. red.. area near the tuning fork, and… When they get there they vanish, and… More appear from someplace else. But I'm too big to stick myself on one without it noticing, even if I wanted to risk it.

The walls of the alien's fort-thing… No friction. Can't climb them, and I don't want to risk stretching up that far. I stick fine to the rock… Try… Underneath, I guess.

I doubt there's any insects or other vermin around at this point... But air goes in and out of the place somehow...

Then come back.

I'm gonna have to, aren't I? Otherwise he'll-. I'll-. … He'll just make another one, and that's… Bad. I need to report back, I just-. Don't merge. Or if I did, what..? I mean, we still think like each other, so would we actually-? Would he.. 'get' me, or would I get him or would there be no difference, because we're not different enough?

Now that is the question, isn't it? How much differences can develop between forks of the same mind. Just look at all the Pauls...

Hell, I don't know.

Okay. Underneath. More of the building's sticking out here… That's… Open? Some sort of-.

Oh no, did he just find...

Is that the toilet outflow?

<facepalm> Well... A way in is a way in...

It wouldn't be the.. weirdest thing I'd crawled into. And I guess aliens gotta go potty too. Not like it disgusts me; my sense of smell doesn't work like it used to and it's not like anything that doesn't get absorbed will stick. But wouldn't they have… Space toilets? Any why isn't there shit just floating around out here?

Pipe's not zero friction, so… Check the robots again, then here I go.

Ah, the glamorous life of the superpowered community...

Eh. Crawled through one pipe, crawled through them all. There's a little water in here, but I'm not feeling anything else. Nothing organic. There might be something too small for me to feel, like microbes or whatever, but nothing larger. I think there's a… Slight change in pressure? I -ughh- change myself into a tube so the air can flow, because they might spot a gas build up even if they don't have… Laser sensors or something inside the pipe. And… Okay, light at the end of the tunnel. The pipe… Just leads out into a room?

Huh, how disappointing. God only knows what the latrines look like, given the diversity of Time Trappers over the years...

I very cautiously stick an eye down, and… Plants. A garden of flowering plants. A greenhouse, except there isn't any glass. Some of them have large violet flowers, others… Don't have any. No robots in here as far as I can see. The pipe is comes out way too far away from the walls for me to climb down. I could try climbing up the outside of the pipe and then moving across the ceiling, but it looks smooth and I'd need really good grip for that. I'm flexible but I'm not exactly light.

Looks like the only way forwards.. is down. Getting strong Carbosilicate Amorph vibes from this whole sequence (from Schlock Mercenary.)

I bring down my other eye so I can look in the other direction at the same time. I think I'm gonna have to… Drop, fast as I can, and then get the heck away in case anyone hears it.

God only knows what they'd think. Assuming the Manhunters are programmed to notice.

I squash up my front, bring up as much of my mass as I can and relax my grip on the pipe. Then I get to see the ground shoot towards my face, and the feel of the rest of me sliding out of the pipe and speed! Oof! Takes a moment to me to sort myself out after getting mashed like that, and… What shape should I go with? One of the robots, I guess? The only other thing would be Wynne, and if someone spotted that I'd get stuck back on the tuning fork. The alternative would be creeping around, but this is inside. It's a lot easier to put monitoring devices around.

The problem is, the Manhunters probably have IFF tracking. Especially to mark different models as friendly...

I guess. I mean, what do I know? I'm an actor.

Was an actor.

Still are. Disguising yourself as someone is still acting, especially when trying to do more than just look like them.

Okay, humanoid… One of the ones with the heads built into their shoulders. Check the colors… I'm good. Their heads just rotate… Yeah, I can do that. Check the range of motion in the arms and legs. I can't fly, but I didn't see them walking. Hm. I think I can manage. Exit…

I carefully look around and see a doorway -with no door and so no door security- leading out into a corridor.

Why would the Time Trapper need security? In normal conditions, they're the only person here. If someone's made it here, they're more likely allies or invaders and internal security is pointless anyway.

That's a start. I'll head that way and see where it takes me.

The plants do brighten the place up nicely.

Nice to see he has some appreciation of the finer things in life...

Quite the quirky little update.. Surprised Clayface is getting so many chapters to himself, but I suppose there needs to be some view of what Krona and company are up to from the inside. We can expect the Pauls and the League to show up any moment next chapter...

Cannot modify instructs.

Cannot modify instructions. (For consistency)

Any why isn't there shit...

And why isn't there shit...

BR549 · May 5, 2020

Chojin Patriarch said:
Getting strong Carbosilicate Amorph vibes from this whole sequence (from Schlock Mercenary.)

Matthew Hagen is faster than he looks.

l---erddad---l · May 5, 2020

Darko said:
There was this other lantern SI fic where she was brought back using Martian tech meant meant to separate different personalities.

How interesting. Can I convince you to provide a link, my good sir?

Darko · May 5, 2020

l---erddad---l said:
How interesting. Can I convince you to provide a link, my good sir?

Don't know how to do a link, but the story is called ''May compassion guide you' on SB.

There are two other indigo lantern SI stories I really like called ''A light to help'' and ''Unchained Indigo'' and ''Compassion's Light'', sadly they are all dead..

Handlewithcare · May 5, 2020

Mission Impossible theme starts playing

That non-sentient piece of him was oddly cute in it's simple determination.

Bomaz · May 5, 2020

Ace Dreamer said:
So, all perfectly clear, now?

(Oh, and another good way to get confused is to try and understand Vaermina's version of things...)

So in short many new characters doing very nonsensical whiggly waggly things of which one can have no intuition other than everything is deus ex machina. The main character isn't even here.

I have Vaermina on mute even if it makes the tread a bit strange at times.

Hopefully the next episode will make sense instead. Thanks

Agent Orange · May 5, 2020

I see where this is going...

A grey goo scenario! Mr Hagen will fork and fork and fork until he replaces everything and everyone. One of the victims will be poor Krona (probably reading the papers while on a can for the first time in millennia).

Huttj509 · May 5, 2020

Chojin Patriarch said:
Funny that this part feels regret over Annie.

This part feels regret over that *because* it's a split off part. He didn't consider Annie a "person," just another part of 'him.' Now that he's in the perspective of "I'm the split off bit...and I'm a ME" it shifts that perspective. "If I'm a ME, she was a HER!"

Mr Zoat · May 5, 2020

Chojin Patriarch said:
Cannot modify instructions. (For consistency)
And why isn't there shit...

Thank you, corrected.

PrinceJonathan · May 5, 2020

Darko said:
There are two other indigo lantern SI stories I really like called ''A light to help'' and ''Unchained Indigo'' and ''Compassion's Light'', sadly they are all dead..

Damn you, Krona! Stop stealing Lantern SIs!

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