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

Otherworld (part 10)
1st May
13:21 GMT -5


Morning brings the chatter of bird-analogues and the rapid culling of beetle-analogues by their snapping beaks. Winged insects don't appear to be a big feature here, with pollination-duty being taken by pseudo-hummingbirds and small climbing pseudo-reptiles, but fairly tanky-looking scavenger beetles are ducking and covering as they go about their carrion-seeking duties.

The journey down Columbia's road system was… Interesting. It was as if we were flicking between intersections and villages with the rest of the network appearing only as momentary blurs. At the same time, the rattle of the solid metal-rimmed wheels and the clopping of the horses' hooves were completely constant. Since this appears to require a highly trained speciality and doesn't work -or doesn't work safely- in a built-up area, I don't think it's got the sort of wider applications that Ted and I look for. But if we work out how to train a person as quickly as possible… Maybe.

"Checkmate."

And I've just lost the thirty-second consecutive chess game to Leonid.

"Can't we play something else instead?"

"You mean, like that board game you wrote? Or perhaps like that card game you made that comes from your universe, that no one else can understand?"

Abednego glances back.

"Games of skill are perfectly good pastimes, but I'll not have gambling in my cart."

"I don't gamble, Mister Abednego. But my grandparents taught me basic arithmetic using card games. I really don't see what the objective difference between chess pieces and cards is."

"People are wont to gamble on cards, even if you do not. People do not gamble on chess.

Leonid shakes his head. "In Russia, people gamble on chess games. More often on card games, but chess is very popular."

Abednego doesn't look impressed.

"How about Othello?"

"I know it not. Be it a gambling game?"

"W-. You can gamble on just about anything. You don't even need to gamble on poker."

"I be unconvinced-."

"Mister Abednego." Mr. Yao taps our guide on his right shoulder. "Can you give us some idea of how much further we have to go?"

"If the weather holds… Two more days' travel."

"And you're sure we can't just fly there?"

"Be you proof against maleficium most foul?"

"Highly resistant? Magic can't find me, and my spell eater amulets tend to nullify spells that try and affect me."

He frowns. "Magic cannot find you?"

"Scrying me or scrying my location won't work, even with a blood sample. Any spell which is supposed to guide itself to a target won't if I'm the target."

"That is a strange thing. Forgive my doubt, but such a claim is so at odds-."

"You can check. Even if you prove me wrong, it's a useful data-."

A red-white beam blasts through the cart just in front of me, burning into the ground beneath!

"Was that-?"

Abednego throws himself off the cart, hands reaching for his pistols as Mr Yao opens his mou-.

Ow! Need to start training with Justice League members who aren't Lanterns.

His mouth, and the sky vibrates. For a fraction of a second I see three… Shapes? And then they vanish again. I form a plasma initiator construct and launch it up into the sky as Leonid shoots upwards, flickers of fire leaping from his hands in all directions as he tries to find his target. No hits then I activate my construct, the activation energy of every gas molecule dropping to near-zero and causing an area about fifty metres in diameter to transmute into electrically charged plasma! Still nothing.

Ring, scan everything you can and extrapolate everything you can't. Also, armour.

Working.

And in the mean time, dismissing the plasma initiator and quietly cursing that we were right and we Lanterns did indeed lose access to our subspace storage, I send a torrent of orange filaments outwards in all directions. Five hundred metres, no contact. A kilometre… Nothing. A mile? Still nothing. Genuinely not there or exotic defence? Don't care. I turn filaments to blades and swing-.

My hands fall from my arms, my constructs failing at-

Call rings!

-once, a blade I can barely see leaping for my face!

A barely-heard sound, the noise of the very cogs of the celestial mechanisms of the universe rusting and grinding, the space in front of me flickering-.

And I see my first Sheeda as my blood-covered rings reach my arm-stumps, orange knives manifesting and stabbing-. And being turned to mist by the Sheeda's armour, fine, x-ionised knife.

A beam of red-white energy punches through my chest and vaporises my heart, along with a chunk of my torso.

Armour back punch with the knife restore chest bangs of pistols knife cuts armour draws blue-green blood. Knife evaporates Sheeda armour glistens crumble gauntlet evaporates.

Feed Us.

Sheeda armour grey thin pale face fears.

Feed Us.

Sheeda gasp fall back energy pulse parried pulls stone cracks Leonid flies through gone.

Gone.

Ow.

I set myself down on the ground somewhat unsteadily, planting my feet as my rings finish knitting my body back together. Looks like I-.

I raise my right hand to my face and feel a dozen minor cuts as they are erased by the orange light.

I took a beating I didn't even feel. And… I touch filaments to my severed hands and disintegrate them.

Mr Yao is singing…

Singing…

Singguh. Singing something hypnotic that I'm blocking with construct earmuffs. Abednego's dropped his pistols and has witch-signs glowing in each hand and Leonid is looking from Mr Yao to me… Looking for instructions?

"Mister Abednego, do you know what that was?"

"A Sheeda warrior."

"I-."

"I bid you wait. Once they leave, they seldom return at once, but I would not see a man dead for my laxity. If you are targeted, it be wise for me to share a little of what has befallen us."
 
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Damn, that was the most damage he has taken in ages!

I honestly thought the Sheeda not that much of a threat but I was clearly wrong.
It's the same as last time. The Sivanas were the ones to beat the Huntsman, not OL. As such, OL is going to have to rely on Feed me to fight.
 
Well, now that escalated quickly. I was concerned about splitting the party but I wasn't expecting this. Fascinating to see the Sheeda at last. Paul seems to be under-prepared for them.
 
Yeah, the one in the story is right. "Affect" is a verb, "effect" is a noun in these cases. If you can affect something you can see the effect you had on it after c:
Although in ordinary debate to quote from a dictionary is a form of giving in, I hope that in this specific case where we are correcting word usage in prestige dialects you'll forgive me. From Merriam-Webster Online:
Effect vs. Affect: Usage Guide: Verb
Effect and affect are often confused because of their similar spelling and pronunciation. The verb affect entry 3 usually has to do with pretense. (she affected a cheery disposition despite feeling down)

The more common verb affect entry 1 denotes having an effect or influence. (the weather affected everyone's mood)

The verb effect goes beyond mere influence; it refers to actual achievement of a final result. (the new administration hopes to effect a peace settlement)

The uncommon noun affect, which has a meaning relating to psychology, is also sometimes mistakenly used for the very common effect. In ordinary use, the noun you will want is effect. (waiting for the new law to take effect) (the weather had an effect on everyone's mood)

Although effect (v.) is less common than effect (n.) or the two meanings of affect (v.), it is still sometimes the correct word for the job, especially in political contexts where the exact means are to be left vague.
 
1st May
13:21 GMT -5


Morning brings the chatter of bird-analogues and the rapid culling of beetle-analogues by their snapping beaks. Winged insects don't appear to be a big feature here, with pollination-duty being taken by pseudo-hummingbirds and small climbing pseudo-reptiles, but fairly tanking-looking scavenger beetles are ducking and covering as they go about their carrion-seeking duties.
Fascinating variations of animal life. Really drives home that this isn't Earth, no matter how it might look,

The journey down Columbia's road system was… Interesting. It was as if we were flicking between intersections and villages with the rest of the network appearing only as momentary blurs. At the same time, the rattle of the solid metal-rimmed wheels and the clopping of the horses' hooves were completely constant. Since this appears to require a highly trained specialiality and doesn't work -or doesn't work safely- in a built-up area, I don't think it's got the sort of wider applications that Ted and I look for. But if we work out how to train a person as quickly as possible… Maybe.
Reminds me of the minor cabbie character from Top Ten. Wore a blindfold behind the wheel, claimed Zen guided him to where he needed to go. Usually by breaking dozens of road rules getting there, and causing accidents like crazy... Yeah, I don't think this would work out in cities...

"Checkmate."

And I've just lost the thirty-second consecutive chess game to Leonid.
Oh, he's good. Or you're just that bad. :D Naturally, resisting the urge to cheat via the ring?

"Can't we play something else instead?"

"You mean, like that board game you wrote? Or perhaps like that card game you made that comes from your universe, that no one else can understand?"
Oh, come on, Babylon 5 the CCG wasn't that bad, really? I mean, sure, it lacks the instant gratification of stuff like Magic... Then again, I've never played it...

Abednego glances back.

"Games of skill are perfectly good pastimes, but I'll not have gambling in my cart."
Hmm... Would he tolerate a dice-based game like Warhammer, then? Sure, the fights are resolved via random rolling, but the grand sweep of tactics is all skill.

"I don't gamble, Mister Abednego. But my grandparents taught me basic arithmetic using card games. I really don't see what the objective difference between chess pieces and cards is."

"People are wont to gamble on cards, even if you do not. People do not gamble on chess.
Dude, people will gamble on anything with an unclear outcome. Anything. You can gamble on whether it'll rain soon or not. Whether anyone will play with you, well...

Leonid shakes his head. "In Russia, people gamble on chess games. More often on card games, but chess is very popular."

Abednego doesn't look impressed.
Welcome to basic human nature, Brother.

"How about Othello?"

"I know it not. Be it a gambling game?"
Eh... Well... I wouldn't say so...

"W-. You can gamble on just about anything. You don't even need to gamble on poker."

"I be unconvinced-."
You're not going to change his mind on this, OL. Give up now...

"Mister Abednego." Mr. Tao taps our guide on his right shoulder. "Can you give us some idea of how much further we have to go?"

"If the weather holds… Two more days' travel."
Hoo-boy. If only they could use more advanced technology...

"And you're sure we can't just fly there?"

"Be you proof against maleficium most foul?"
...Pffft... :V Hahahahahaaa. Oh, man, is OL the wrong guy to ask that question or what?

"Highly resistant? Magic can't find me, and my spell eater amulets tend to nullify."

He frowns. "Magic cannot find you?"
Oh, yes. Tattoos. Inscribed onto his nascent soul. Hurt like, well...

"Scrying me or scrying my location won't work, even with a blood sample. Any spell which is supposed to guide itself to a target won't if I'm the target."

"That is a strange thing. Forgive my doubt, but such a claim is so at odds-."

"You can check. Even if you prove me wrong, it's a useful data-."
And a worry, if a spell Abednego uses can target him...

A red-white beam blasts through the cart just in front of me, burning into the ground beneath!

"Was that-?"
Random Encounter time! What did we roll today?

Abednego throws himself off the cart, hands reaching for his pistols as Mr Yao opens his mou-.

Ow! Need to start training with Justice League members who aren't Lanterns.
Well, those who can at least tolerate your presence. Keeping in mind how many don't like him...

His mouth, and the sky vibrates. For a fraction of a second I see three… Shapes? And then they vanish again. I form a plasma initiator construct and launch it up into the sky as Leonid shoots upwards, flickers of fire leaping from his hands in all directions as he tries to find his target. No hits then I active my construct, the activation energy of every gas molecule dropping to near-zero and causing an area about fifty metres in diameter to transmute into electrically charged plasma! Still nothing.
Hit and run tactics, eh? Clever, but...

Ring, scan everything you can and extrapolate everything you can't. Also, armour.

Working.
Oh, that'll work nicely. Especially if they have the good old Scry Wards in place...

And in the mean time, dismissing the plasma initiator and quietly cursing that we were right and we Lanterns did indeed lose access to our subspace storage, I send a torrent of orange filaments outwards in all directions. Five hundred metres, no contact. A kilometre… Nothing. A mile? Still nothing. Genuinely not there or exotic defence? Don't care. I turn filaments to blades and swing-.
Oh, that's meaty. Good luck hiding from that. And losing subspace? That's bad for his inventory-heavy combat style...

My hands fall from my arms, my constructs failing at-

Call rings!

-once, a blade I can barely see leaping for my face!
:eek: Holy shit! Fricking ninjas!

A barely-heard sound, the noise of the very cogs of the celestial mechanisms of the universe rusting and grinding, the space in front of me flickering-.

And I see my first Sheeda as my blood-covered rings reach my arm-stumps, orange knives manifesting and stabbing-. And being turned to mist by the Sheeda's armour, fine, x-ionised knife.
Goddamn elves! Anti-construct armour and supersharp blades. Never a good combination.

A beam of red-white energy punches through my chest and vaporises my heart, along with a chunk of my torso.
Oh, that isn't going to slow him down much these days...

Armour back punch with the knife restore chest bangs of pistols knife cuts armour draws blue-green blood. Knife evaporates Sheeda armour glistens crumble gauntlet evaporates.

Feed Us.
Omnomnomnom on that delicious magic.

Sheeda armour grey thin pale face fears.

Feed Us.
How's it feel to be on the other side of the coin, elfy-poo?

Sheeda gasp fall back energy pulse parried pulls stone cracks Leonid flies through gone.

Gone.
Dang, backup recall spell? Dirty elves. Scarily, that took all of what, ten seconds real time?

Ow.

I set myself down on the ground somewhat unsteadily, planting my feet as my rings finish knitting my body back together. Looks like I-.

I raise my right hand to my face and feel a dozen minor cuts as they are erased by the orange light.
Well, that hurt. A lot. Crap, are the encounters here level-scaling? And here you are, all level-grinded up... :confused: This is gonna be a pleasant run.

I took a beating I didn't even feel. And… I touch filaments to my severed hands and disintegrate them.

Mr Tao is singing…
"Heal, heal, heal the messy wounds..." Sorry, Order of the Stick flashback...:p

Singing…

Singguh. Singing something hypnotic that I'm blocking with construct earmuffs. Abednego's dropped his pistols and has witch-signs glowing in each hand and Leonid is looking from Mr Tao to me… Looking for instructions?
Tao's trying an AoE charm, just in case there's any still nearby? Good idea.

"Mister Abednego, do you know what that was?"

"A Sheeda warrior."
Sheeeeit. I mean, we know they're around in this area, but I doubt the group was expecting a random attack...

"I-."

"I bid you wait. Once they leave, they seldom return at once, but I would not see a man dead for my laxity. If you are targeted, it be wise for me to share a little of what has befallen us."
Yes, please do share. Anything you haven't mentioned might come back to bite you in the arse.

Oh, boy. Well, first encounter with the actual evil sadist future-space elves was not pleasant. Now they feel even more like Dark Eldar. Let's hope that was not setting the tone for the rest of the trip, because that's got me worried for Tao and Leonid's safety...

...but fairly tanking-looking...
Not sure what that means. Perhaps 'tanky' might work?
...a highly trained specialiality and...
...a highly trained speciality and...
...amulets tend to nullify."
Should probably be a three-full-stop Ellipses.

Should've gone for the head.
If that war-party reports in about his resistance to damage, they may well. Hopefully being the Ophidian's sweetie will give him a bit more resistance than, say, Thanos.
 
Should've gone for the head.
I mean, OL clearly doesn't keep anything important there, given that he spent all day on this new plane and didn't check to see if his subspace pocket was accessible. At the very least, if he had subspace available he'd be able to use some Garrick formula and actually be able to keep up with the fight going on around him.
 
I mean, OL clearly doesn't keep anything important there, given that he spent all day on this new plane and didn't check to see if his subspace pocket was accessible. At the very least, if he had subspace available he'd be able to use some Garrick formula and actually be able to keep up with the fight going on around him.
Alchemical formulas don't work on Pargon OL.
 
I mean, OL clearly doesn't keep anything important there, given that he spent all day on this new plane and didn't check to see if his subspace pocket was accessible. At the very least, if he had subspace available he'd be able to use some Garrick formula and actually be able to keep up with the fight going on around him.
He can still accelerate his mind with the ring.
 
My hands fall from my arms, my constructs failing at-

Call rings!

-once, a blade I can barely see leaping for my face!
Except not, because you're already dead since you lost all constructs and just went into shock before you could even form a thought.

A beam of red-white energy punches through my chest and vaporises my heart, along with a chunk of my torso.
Except not, because you're already dead due to convection being a thing and the rest of your body going up like a soap bubble to the same white hot energy that just caused your heart to undergo vaporization.


He can still accelerate his mind with the ring.
But he didn't, note the lack of any "Accelerate" in this chapter.
 
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So that's what? Three completely new powers Paul just pulled out of his ass this episode?

I think the only power he showed here was being able to manipulate his ring and use it without it being connected to his body.

He has been practicing calling it back to him from a distance so it isn't exactly all that difficult to imagine that he's also been practicing some other things with it.

I mean, OL clearly doesn't keep anything important there, given that he spent all day on this new plane and didn't check to see if his subspace pocket was accessible. At the very least, if he had subspace available he'd be able to use some Garrick formula and actually be able to keep up with the fight going on around him.

Or he may have checked when he got there and was now cursing that they couldn't use the subspace pockets, even though he figured out they couldn't do that when they got there, but the stress of the situation was making him curse it now.

Except not, because you're already dead because since lost all constructs and just went into shock before you could even form a thought.

He is an enlightened Lantern so using his rings is child's play for him.

And he does have enough motivation for that now that he's in battle.

He has also been injured in severe ways previously and didn't exactly go into shock, like that time Jade shot him in demon form. Yeah he was in pain, but not in shock.

His mental framework isn't exactly like that of your typical human.

Except not, because you're already dead due to convection being a thing and the rest of your body going up like a soap bubble to the same white hot energy that just caused your heart to undergo vaporization.

He already called his rings back so it isn't all that difficult to imagine that he had them make sure that he doesn't die and that's what saved him from dying here.

He was also once butchered by an Angel who if I remember correctly actually decapitated him and yet he survived as a spirit.

He may have also survived as a spirit here, but he fixed his body and began to inhabit it again.

But he didn't, note the lack of any "Accelerate" in this chapter.

He also may have done it and we were just not shown it in the text.
 
Except not, because you're already dead since you lost all constructs and just went into shock before you could even form a thought.
FYI, you don't die instantly from shock. Unconsciousness takes roughly 2-10 seconds even after being completely decapitated; OL would have more than enough time to call his rings back to himself, given his enlightenment and extensive practice in controlling his rings when separated from even much further than a yard away.
 
Not sure what that means. Perhaps 'tanky' might work?
...a highly trained speciality and...
Should probably be a three-full-stop Ellipses.
Thank you, corrected.
I mean, OL clearly doesn't keep anything important there, given that he spent all day on this new plane and didn't check to see if his subspace pocket was accessible. At the very least, if he had subspace available he'd be able to use some Garrick formula and actually be able to keep up with the fight going on around him.
No, he knew it wasn't available. And he won't use the Garrick formula due to the risk of exploding.
 
So that's what? Three completely new powers Paul just pulled out of his ass this episode?
Like what? "Feed Me" was in way older chapters, The knives are simple constructs, the rings coming to him are also old news, and him not immediately dying is done via orange light assisted regeneration. Kinda simple old school stuff. What's new about them?
 
Reminds me of the minor cabbie character from Top Ten. Wore a blindfold behind the wheel, claimed Zen guided him to where he needed to go. Usually by breaking dozens of road rules getting there, and causing accidents like crazy... Yeah, I don't think this would work out in cities...

Well it may work in a city created by Terry Pratchett.

They guy made a city where there is a guild in which beggars gather to make begging plans, so it isn't all that difficult to imagine.

Oh, he's good. Or you're just that bad. :D Naturally, resisting the urge to cheat via the ring?

Don't know if chess is all that popular in Britain, but even if it is we know that OL lacks several of the characteristics of a Brit, like a love of Shakespeare and tea.

Dude, people will gamble on anything with an unclear outcome. Anything. You can gamble on whether it'll rain soon or not. Whether anyone will play with you, well...

Or this:



Welcome to basic human nature, Brother.

We suggest you take a lot of aspirin for the headaches you're about to receive in this course.

Eh... Well... I wouldn't say so...

But you said anything can be gambling.

...Pffft... :V Hahahahahaaa. Oh, man, is OL the wrong guy to ask that question or what?

Yeah, the bad magics tend to stick to him like a pedophile on a child, just ask Mammon and Satanus.

Oh, yes. Tattoos. Inscribed onto his nascent soul. Hurt like, well...

Well is you were unconscious in a room with John Constantine a lot of things will hurt.

....

Oh god, he was unconscious in a room with John and a woman who gave John a blowjob when he was a minor...

The tattoos may not be the only thing they did to him.

Well, those who can at least tolerate your presence. Keeping in mind how many don't like him...

I think the only one that doesn't really like him is Hawkwoman, and maybe Hal.

The others may be wary of him, but may not actively dislike him.

Yes, please do share. Anything you haven't mentioned might come back to bite you in the arse.

He and OL have something in common then.

Oh, boy. Well, first encounter with the actual evil sadist future-space elves was not pleasant

Unless you're a masochist, such encounters rarely are pleasant.

If that war-party reports in about his resistance to damage, they may well. Hopefully being the Ophidian's sweetie will give him a bit more resistance than, say, Thanos.

He was once decapitated by an Angel, so he should be fine.
 
Damn, that was the most damage he has taken in ages!

I honestly thought the Sheeda not that much of a threat but I was clearly wrong.

The Sheeda are psychic time travelling magicians who made off with a Fatherbox given to Aurakle, and who can make giants that seem to be made out of green energy that is suggestive....
Sheeda-7-Soldiers-DC-Comics-troopers-h.jpg
 
They didn't work because he didn't have a soul at the time but we don't know if they wouldn't work now because as far as we know I don't think zoat has brought it up again
He has a non-standard soul thanks to the Ophidian. As such, no one is sure what alchemical potions made for humans with standard souls would do to him. Worst case scenario, he blows up. That's why he's more into tech, exotic ring usage, exotic materials, and magic artifacts.
 
hm.. Vae kinda has a point-though the stuff about the time it takes to pass out from shock/deoxygenation after cesation of circulation is accurate afaik-
maybe adjust the wording for the torso/cardiac injuries to lean more towards a cutting/brute force blowing/tearing a chunk out of his torso feel?

the vaporization thing makes me think of what a lasgun does to an un(40ktechbullshit)armoured soft target when it flash-boils intercellular water into a steam explosion-essentially the tissue hit turns into a miniture grenade in a worst-case direct hit,if i recall correctly-
if his entire heart/a good chunk of the bone/tissue around it was vaporized, it should have completely/mostly gibbed his torso rather then "just" taking a large chunk out, according to my (obviously incomplete understanding of the physics involved)-

though aside from that, the brutality/non-nonsense straight-for-the-kill nature of the assassination attempt came through pretty well-

im..rather curious as to what exactly caused humanity's inbred descendants to Pass enough successive SAN checks to dump the "pretending to be fucking elves when we're making the resource shortage KILLING us worse by retroactively removing the resources we need from the star system like outright imbeciles" twaddle and go straight for a non-nonsense,seemingly non-arcane scry-and-die killstrike without stroking their egos/pretending to be mysterious- i mean, given how much time and irreplaceable materials/energy they waste pretending to be literal faeries, its a..surprisingly pragmatic opening volley...
 
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One day they'll learn to go for the head.
You know, to be fair, Going for the torso IS a fair technique if you're assuming your target might be a full-body cyborg with their brain relocated into an armoured core- but I have doubts that was an actual consideration in this case.

would they have much experience with power ring usage in their situation- could explain the lapse considering how close the attack came to offing OL even with his potentially broken power set? I'm trying to remeber if the sheeda were outright under quarantine or were just trapped inside earths orbit/Sol..
 
He is an enlightened Lantern so using his rings is child's play for him.
Except his constructs had very specifically failed, meaning shock would have hit him like speeding mac truck knocking out his ability to do anything.


He already called his rings back so it isn't all that difficult to imagine that he had them make sure that he doesn't die and that's what saved him from dying here.
Except he didn't.

We had everything he did described to us in detail, so either he Dannered himself when we weren't looking, or he's dead.


FYI, you don't die instantly from shock. Unconsciousness takes roughly 2-10 seconds even after being completely decapitated; OL would have more than enough time to call his rings back to himself, given his enlightenment and extensive practice in controlling his rings when separated from even much further than a yard away.
Nope.

We aren't talking about unconsciousness, we are talking about shock, which he would have gone into the second his constructs failed and were no longer holding back the pain from having his arms cut off.
 

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