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Oh, Paul. Ever the voice of reason, to the point of unreasonableness.
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You can lead a pony to water...Why not just have them all train and run drills together, so that they can all improve together? It would also help them become friends, which I'm sure Celestia would approve.
The lawyer's composure is better, but I've caught him wincing as his… Employer? Increasingly abandons reason for invective.
Going to be honest, I am confused why Paul didn't just flood the room with red solar lamps
"-but-. Ah." He looks at me for a moment. "Oh, a.. joke. Heh. But, ah, your home region, what about them?"
"Paul, It's Roy. We got a problem."
A lance of heat vision bursts through the meeting room window!
"You don't say."
Going swimmingly, I see. At least they're restraining themselves from violence thus far. I wonder if they're even trying to listen to each other or just yelling over their opponent? And what's Sodam, thinking, I wonder, seeing his mother figures all but going for the throat.27th July 2013
04:18 GMT
If I didn't have to be here, this would actually nearly be funny.
"…for your own aggrandisement!"
"…would have fled you as well!"
Yeah, the lawyer knows this is not looking good for Cara's case. Well done to the priest for not exploding (possibly literally, given Kryptonian biology) despite what must be infuriating digs at his faith.The priest's face is a picture of thunderous disgruntlement at the constant insults (both indirect and direct) that his culture has received, but appears mostly willing to let Cara Yat do thearguingranting. The lawyer's composure is better, but I've caught him wincing as his… Employer? Increasingly abandons reason for invective. Arisia's just sort of crumpled inwards, her occasional interjections-
Oof, catching strays. If she could get a word in edgeways, I suspect she'd recommend a recess to let their heads cool..."This isn't-."
Cara turns her vengeful glare her way. "…which supports child trafficking!"
Just be careful, OL. I get the feeling this will turn violent without calmer heads to reign them in.-just resulting in her becoming a target.
I suppose that in the interest of getting out of here today I should try and be a little more helpful.
Ah, letting the loud people continue being loud while the real work of sorting this out gets done in private.I try to catch the lawyer's eye, and after a moment his saccades take them in my direction. I nod to towards the Watchtower's gardens. "Sidebar?"
He glances back at his employer, who shows no interest in his input at all. Then he looks back at me and nods.
At least he's making good use of his powers while he has them.Right. Send a filament through the deck and into the garden, tether him, wave Arisia goodbye and transition. And I only spot it because I'm looking for it, but the lawyer's head blurs for an instant as he takes in his new environment.
"We usually just walk."
Something akin to 'Pu-awl', perhaps. The Kryptonian language is weird sometimes."I didn't want to distract them. Shall we start again?" He nods. "I'm the Illustres of the Orange Lantern Corps. I can't say my name, but-" I take a card out of subspace and inscribe on it the kryptonian characters closest to the correct sounds. Fortunately, I don't see them as being my name so there's no mental effect on me. "-that's it."
Careful, OL, don't jinx it. Cara can provide plenty of heat by herself, you know.He reads it carefully, and sounds it out silently once. "Paul. And I am Ken Lee."
"Pleased to meet you, Ken Lee. Since that's-" I glance back up at the meeting room. "-generating more heat than light, perhaps a more dispassionate discussion might result in more progress?"
Based on her husband's biased account, of course. What's a little xenocide, after all?He shrugs. "It doesn't hurt, though obviously I can't agree to anything without Cara Yat's permission."
"So what does she actually want? As I understand it, she originally thought that Sodam was kidnapped?"
Especially since she must know OL would be watching over Sodam regardless of her wishes. After all, OL or Coutara would come collect him when he'd call, if it went that way."Legally, he was, even-" He prepares to talk over my objections, then hesitates with surprise when I don't have one. "-ah, if he claims to be fine with leaving with you."
"Okay, but has she changed her objectives now that it's clear that even if he went back to Daxam for a couple of years, he'd just leave again the moment he completed his rite of adulthood?"
In other words, a snowball's chance in the Sahara. Lee seems a realist, he'd have a reasonable doubt that short of psycho-surgery, nothing is going to keep Sodam on Daxam."I am less convinced that he would do that. Having been returned to the bosom of his family and removed from external influences, I think that he would reconsider."
"Confident enough to make it his decision?"
"As I said, I can't make a decision on the matter myself."
And she's not so critical to the Corps that they can't afford to have her doing that. She'd probably be willing to serve as a Sector Lantern of sorts while watching over Sodam..."I'm just trying to suggest things that my Lanterns might agree to. You find somewhere out of the way on Daxam for Lantern Coutara to live for a few years." He clearly wants to interject, but holds off. "Lantern Yat spends most of his time with his natural family, returns to school and engages in your religious practices. When he comes of age, he can stay or go as he chooses."
...Pity Daxam society wouldn't feel the same way."I can put it to her, but I doubt that would be acceptable."
"Alright. Why?"
...Seriously, who are Sodam's parents that his presence on Daxam is so important? Is she secretly the Prime Minister of the planetary government or something?"It would involve an alien living on Daxam. She-." He considers for a moment. "We appreciate that with a power ring there's ultimately nothing we can do to prevent him leaving. That would be a very sad day, but we accept that it is so. But Daxam remaining inviolate is not something that I or she can can compromise on."
Depends on how 'pure' they want to keep their solar system, I suppose.
..Interesting. Secret moonbase holding their secret fleet of secret kryptonian vessels, perhaps?
An Orange Lantern can be surprisingly sneaky when they want to be. If Coutara would be willing to alter her appearance to resemble a daxamite... It could work."Next planet in or out?"
"That… Would not be ideal, but as long as most of our people didn't know that she was there I suspect that we could live with it."
Pretty non-negotiable, I suspect. Don't want you folks throwing him in the psycho-surgery chair the second the Lanterns stop looking, after all."Ah, progress."
"But I assume that you would want Sodam Yat to keep the power ring you gave him."
You do realise he doesn't have to wear it openly, you know? They're a ring or limb-band shape out of convenience."Well, yes, obviously. We're talking about custody sharing. If you don't want her to land on Daxam, he needs to be able to go to her."
"It's alien technology." He shakes his head. "It wouldn't be acceptable."
Hey, he could become a superhero or something with gear like that."Then either you'd need to give him a daxamite spaceship for his exclusive use, or let me build him a suit of kryptonian power armour. I've got contemporary designs, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference from a suit built before your exodus."
"A child with a spacecraft or military wargear?"
Ah, gross generalisations. Kids can get away with doing a lot of things that are nominally dangerous, as long as they're properly trained and act responsibly."He's been using a power ring for over a year. I think he can handle it."
"I don't know how your legal system works-"
He's not wrong, though. And that's discounting the variations between national law, state law and local laws. Any or all of which could apply at once...I grin. "Earth isn't unified. Even under a yellow sun, you wouldn't live long enough."
"-but-. Ah." He looks at me for a moment. "Oh, a.. joke. Heh. But, ah, your home region, what about them?"
Heh. I imagine Hippolyta would very much respond to this coming before her with a 'Pavlos, what did you do this time?' as she facepalmed."The legal system of the country I was born in tended to give up once the child left its borders. Within its borders they'd want evidence of the home environment being dangerous, but I'm afraid to say that Diro Yat trying to kill an unarmed man right in front of Sodam would count. In my current home country, I imagine it would go before our queen for her personal review."
...I dare say Cara would literally go thermonuclear from rage if she were told that."And what would she say?"
"Ah… If it was a local woman and a foreign woman? I suspect that she'd order them to marry one another and raise the child together, so that's-."
That's still putting a lot of trust in them not to brainwash him behind Coutara's back. Not that she'd be fooled for long if he suddenly had a complete personality flip...His eyes widen in horror, glancing back up at the meting room. "A truly Kvorgian solution."
"Yes. We have a very unusual culture. So, okay, if giving him equipment isn't acceptable, would it be acceptable for a Daxamite to fly him there for visits?"
He would be... Orbiting Daxam, waiting for Johnnie Jarkin, wouldn't he? Has something gone wrong over there? Or is he keeping an eye on the Daxamite ship?"That… Might be possible. It's certainly more possible than the other suggestions."
"Okay, well let's-." My ring shimmers. "Excuse me." I raise it to my ear. "Yes?"
"Paul, It's Roy. We got a problem."
...And something's gone wrong over here, too. Now, which thing to focus on first...A lance of heat vision bursts through the meeting room window!
"You don't say."
It's not worth it to argue with certain people.
You think The Ophidian is gonna share?I'm rereading this fic (dam It has gotten long!) and i'm surprised that Paul hasn't gotten a god's blessing Adom style. I imagine that Hephaestian at the very least would be happy to give him one, idealy "wisdom" so Paul could combine It with the ring to create more complex tecnology(both construcs and physical), like Vil Drox does.
Tempest doesn't, and she's dealt with enough incompetents in her career as a mercenary who got people under her command killed that she would effectively refuse.In this case, you can. Grayven can just ask the princesses to order them to do so. Most of those ponies practically worship the princesses, so they wouldn't say no.
I'm rereading this fic (dam It has gotten long!) and i'm surprised that Paul hasn't gotten a god's blessing Adom style. I imagine that Hephaestian at the very least would be happy to give him one, idealy "wisdom" so Paul could combine It with the ring to create more complex tecnology(both construcs and physical), like Vil Drox does.
Why would It? His agent is getting a power bust not becoming a Green lanter
Given how his soul works, being made of orange light and having a unique magic system no one knows… I think that a blessing for Paul might be rather more difficult than average.
Extraneous 'to'I try to catch the lawyer's eye, and after a moment his saccades take them in my direction. I nod to towards the Watchtower's gardens. "Sidebar?"
Extraneous 'can'"It would involve an alien living on Daxam. She-." He considers for a moment. "We appreciate that with a power ring there's ultimately nothing we can do to prevent him leaving. That would be a very sad day, but we accept that it is so. But Daxam remaining inviolate is not something that I or she can can compromise on."
'than'"That… Might be possible. It's certainly more possible that the other suggestions."
Thank you, corrected.
Feudal-era people were surprisingly litigious. English courts were gummed up with arguments over whether people were villeins or churls.I'm surprised by his sophistication, but I probably shouldn't be. It makes sense that even their relatively primitive culture still has use for good lawyers.
I suppose that in the interest of getting out of here today I should try and be a little more helpful.
Honestly I don't know why he bothered trying to have a reasonable discussion. Was it just to kill time before the sudden but (and I feel this needs emphasis) inevitable betrayal?A lance of heat vision bursts through the meeting room window!
"You don't say."
"Paul, It's Roy. We got a problem."
A lance of heat vision bursts through the meeting room window!
"You don't say."
Paul: If you wanted to settle this with a fight then we could have taken it to a Florida court! But noooo!
"Yes. We have a very unusual culture. So, okay, if giving him equipment isn't acceptable, would it be acceptable for a Daxamite to fly him there for visits?"
meeting room.His eyes widen in horror, glancing back up at the meting room.
Thank you, corrected.
Ah yes, the "turn her into a lesbian" solution.There is only one solution here, we must expose Cara Yat to pink kryptonite, and hand her over to the supergirl's forinduction into the supergirl cultseduction and reform.
There is only one solution here, we must expose Cara Yat to pink kryptonite, and hand her over to the supergirl's forinduction into the supergirl cultseduction and reform.
What if she's bisexual instead of straight, though? Would she even change at all?
Pink kryptonite only ever showed up twice, the first time it turned Superman stereotypically gay, and the second time it swapped his gender.What if she's bisexual instead of straight, though? Would she even change at all?