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

He.. does a sort of half-smile thing, and I'm worried that his face got damaged or something. "It is nothing that half an hour with a buffing wheel won't fix. And, yes."

He is-?
On one hand, it makes sense for an infiltration android. On the other hand, he has blatantly inhuman eyes, so I question his effectiveness as an infiltrator anyway. I suppose the eyes could be explained as a mutant trait, though.
"X Fifty? You are far calmer than you were during our last meeting. I approve of your new attitude, particularly given how our motherboards are identical and your insult made no sense."
"Ah. You are not X Fifty."
'X-Fifty' x2, based on previous chapters.
 
Even then, it would still be far less advanced. Sure, Sentinel tech may hail from decades, centuries or even millenia into the future, but that would still be nothing compared to Malthusian tech, which has had several billions of years to evolve. Thus, even a basic power ring would be much more advanced than even the most complex sentinel tech.
Neither DC nor Marvel are settings where age equals power.

I'd also remind you that Malthusians didn't invent Power Ring technology. It was invented by Volthoom, a dimension traveling human.

And no, actually its not, the most advanced sentinel technology is Enigma created bullshit which was sent back in time to destroy all mutants.
 
16th June 2012
19:43 EST


Rachel points at the drinks table and then swings her arm forwards, and the table flies off-.
Hey, don't mess up the decor! ... Well, at least the spiked punch is handled. I assume it would have spilled, unless she was being duly careful. And in her state, I don't think that's likely...

Are we really going to do this?

"Um." Kitty come up alongside me as Aaron's… Weird extendo-limbs undulate around the thrown table. "You're dating a robot? Did Forge-?"
And that's an original capability of the X-series. Not sure what use that would be in a robot soldier... Traversal aid, maybe?

Aaron points his fingers and there's a pff noise, and then Rachel's eyes widen and her hands come up as a bunch of… Darts? Stop in the air in front of her.

"No, he got built in some government place. My Dad knows his dad. Probably some kinda superhero thang."
...More anti-super-being thing, really. The inevitable response from the 'We don't like these uppity long-underwear fellows and their ideas about Truth, Justice and Freedom' types of shady government goons.

"Alright, that's enough." Mr. Summers walks forwards. His fists are clenched, but his hands aren't going anywhere near his visor. "Rachel, stand down now. Aaron, those better have been tranquilisers."

"And we're not dating… Exactly. He's just one of, like, two guys mah age in the whole world ah c'n touch."
I'd mention that Cyclops does have visor controls in his costume gloves, but I doubt he's wearing any right now.

Rachel's glaring at Mr. Summers something fierce. I don't know what Aaron's supposed to have done in her messed up future, but it looks like it stuck in her head real hard. "He was the first infiltrator Trask designed! Apocalypse liked them so much-."

I lay my hand on her neck, and there's a quiet sort of gasp-shudder at my power takes hold. And then-.
Not exactly the best way to shut her down, but definitely one of the quickest. As long as it's a brief contact, it should be safe.

Uh. I've got better at this. Not that I want to. Using my power always gave me a look at what sort of person I was draining. Like it copied everything they were thinking about right onto my brain. Sometimes I couldn't remember who I was, whatever they were thinking about making me do exactly what they were planning on doing. But I know Rachel's anger at her Dad for being a fool or the Sentinel prototype for existing-
And probably hints of the memories driving those emotions too.

I take my hand off her, and Mr. Summers catches her as she collapses. "Thank you, Anne Marie."

-aren't mine, so I try forcing my body to stay in calm-mode instead of going into anger-mode like it wants to. And I don't see what Rachel saw, but I can remember the jury-rigged robots the Human Liberation Front sent after any mutants they could find because they didn't differentiate between Apocalypse's followers and the mutants fighting against him. I remember that there were robots who were intelligent, robots who organised and directed the others…
Yup, there's the memories. Wonder if these made an appearance?

Several of them looked like Aaron.

Hand-!
Later X-Series robots, maybe. If he was successful, why stop there, even if his creator had died?

I jerk my head around as Kitty lays her hand on my shoulder, because she knows that I don't like using my power, and what happens when I use it. I'm just glad that Rachel's mostly telekinetic; getting everyone else's thoughts as well as hers would be too much.

Aaron's walking over, his arms and legs retracting back to normal size. Looks like he's not getting his tuxedo deposit back-.
Because the base of the extension mechanic is closer to the elbow and knee than the wrist and ankle, respectively. Plus any damage from being thrown into the wall.

"So is he..?" Kitty leans in closer. "'Feature-complete'?"

"Huh?" What does she-? Oh. "Ah-! Ah don't know that!"
I mean, it's an odd feature for a combat android, but...

Kitty smirks. "Let me know when you find out."

"Ah might not-."
Aaron stops near Mr. Scott. "Hey Aaron." I step away from Kitty, who's obviously trying to be a bad influence "You okay?"
Hopefully the embarrassment doesn't show on her face.

He.. does a sort of half-smile thing, and I'm worried that his face got damaged or something. "It is nothing that half an hour with a buffing wheel won't fix. And, yes."

He is-?
Very good hearing. And yes, he is full of useful devices.

He turns to Mr. Summers, who's manoeuvring Rachel into a bridal carry position so he can take her out and dump her somewhere. "They were sedatives."

"Good. I'm.. sorry about her behavior. She had a rough childhood."
That's putting it mildly.

He tilts his head slightly to the side. "She mentioned 'Trask'. Would that be Mister Bolivar Trask?"

"Yes. According to her, he's working on a plan to build giant mutant-killing robots. Do you know him?"
Heck, in the comics, her 'Days of future past' history was caused by Sentinels. It's understandable she's not entirely rational when they're invoked.

"I met him yesterday. He was quite eager to learn about my design. I have not received any 'Sentinel'-related updates, but it is not impossible that he could create his own variant of my own X series as part of his anti-mutant force. Fortunately, other than myself, all other X series androids so far produced have been insanely violent. Using them in that manner would be ill-advised, at best."
...Probably not the best way to put that, Aaron.

"That's… Good to know."

"And in any case, he may be reconsidering his trajectory. I am not an expert in human behavior, but it appeared that Orange Lantern was quite persuasive when he attempted to convince him to take another approach. Would you like me to help you with Rachel?"
Still betting he angles towards augmented humans, resulting in Prime Sentinels.

"No, that's part of my job. What do you mean, 'another approach'?"

"He pointed out that none of Kang the Conqueror's followers had the x-gene, and as such any fears about a future x-gene aristocracy oppressing humans without the x-gene were unfounded."
Admittedly, Marvel timelines tend to be branches rather than mere forks. So proof of one future doesn't necessarily eliminate others.

"That's… Interesting, but the sort of person who builds giant anti-mutant robots tends not to be all that rational about it."

"Yes." Aaron nods. "Building a multifunction robot is far more rational, and there is little that can be achieved by a giant robot that can't be achieved by a human-sized robot with an aerial drone."
Especially if that aerial drone can attach to the humanoid when not in active use.

"Ah, if you say so." Mr. Summers looks at the mess Rachel made. "Would you mind-?"

Aaron nods. "I will tidy up. Anne Marie?"

"Ah, yeah." I follow him over to the table, which like a lot of the furniture in the mansion looks old. And solid.
Fortunately, Aaron is stronger than the average teenager.

Aaron reaches down and turns it over like it weighs nothing. "I understand that having drained Rachel Summers, you have temporarily acquired her power."

"Yeah, but ah ain't bin trained how to use it. Ah don't wanna make more of a mess."
I imagine her ability to use it is more like Force Push right now than 'molecular-scale rearrangement'.

"That is probably wise." He.. extends his arms again and picks up the table, twisting it right side up before walking it back to where it started. "How well do you think that I handled that situation?"

"Pretty good. No way y'all coulda known Rachel wuz gunna go psycho on you."
And not immediately going on the counter-attack beyond some knockout darts was a good plan.

"I had considered that I might experience hostility for being a robot. I did not predict that I might experience hostility for-" He sets the table down, and looks at the punch covering the floor. "-the actions of a completely different type of robot. Do you know where the janitor's closet is?"
Kinda like mutant-haters being irrational about it.

"Y'all don't have a built in mop?"

"I was built for combat and infiltration, not sanitation. I only know how to clean at all because Father makes me clean my quarters."
He may not be programmed for it, but I could imagine him chuckling as he said that.

"Hey, ah, dude?" Calvin comes over-. His face is still hanging off.

"X Fifty? You are far calmer than you were during our last meeting. I approve of your new attitude, particularly given how our motherboards are identical and your insult made no sense."
Heh. The 'yo momma' joke fell flat because he lacks a sense of humour.

"No, my name's Mim-. Calvin. Ah. I copied your powers, and now I can't get my face back on."

"Ah. There's a trick to it." Aaron raises his hands towards Calvin. "With your permission?"
Hey, be glad you only copied the opening face. imagine copying the extendo-limbs, but not being able to control them.

"Sure."

Aaron pushes Calvin's face back into place, then sort of shoves it up until there's a click, then takes his hands away. This time it stays there.
The must be a strange sensation, especially for a human...

"Ah. You are not X Fifty."

"No. And thanks. Now I'm going to get as far away from you as possible so that I can stop using your power." He steps back, looking really awkward. "You.. guys.. have a good night."
Still surprised he copied it, but he is a generalised power-copier, not just 'I have the powers of any mutant near me.' So he could theoretically copy something like the Super Soldier Serum's effects if he hung out near Steve Rogers.

Well, this was weird. But I guess we're learning about each other.

I gesture down the hall. "Closet's this way."
No canoodling mind. I'm sure Kitty's giggling to herself right now.

Good to see it sorted out quickly, with no significant damage to anything but the selection of drinks. And they got an idea of why Rachel was so fired up, too. Perhaps Scott can make this a lesson for her about jumping to conclusions. It would be amusing if Anne-Marie did end up dating Aaron thanks to his immunity to her powers.
 
I don't think it's ever been mentioned in the story and after 13-odd years of reading I wouldn't be surprised if I've just forgotten, but has Gorilla City or any of the characters from there, have they ever made an appearance or been mentioned?
One gorilla city mission is confirmed to have happened. Paragon-Paul was noted to have been particularly brutal with the takedowns there, in the aftermath. Dislocations that most people would find disturbing.

In the Grayven timeline, Gorilla Grodd consumed the brain of Monsieur Mallah, partner of The Brain, as part of the purge of The Light. I assume they're directly connected to Gorilla City, but I don't know their lore.

Integrating the secret city with the rest of the world's economies, technological research, telepathy potential... No, most opportunities to make them a recurring element have not been explored.
 
Neither DC nor Marvel are settings where age equals power.

I'd also remind you that Malthusians didn't invent Power Ring technology. It was invented by Volthoom, a dimension traveling human.

And no, actually its not, the most advanced sentinel technology is Enigma created bullshit which was sent back in time to destroy all mutants.

I've seen Enigma's tech, and even that still pales in comparison to a fully realized power ring.

Also, that's not even sentinel tech, so how is it relevant to the situation?
 
That's… Interesting, but the sort of person who builds giant anti-mutant robots tends not to be all that rational about it."

Most racists really aren't rational.

Well, this was weird. But I guess we're learning about each other.

I gesture down the hall. "Closet's this way."

There are so many ways this can be misinterpreted.

Neither DC nor Marvel are settings where age equals power.

Except for all the times where ancient beings tend to be the most powerful.

The Maltusians, the Presence, Michael and Lucifer, Galactus, the Celestials and all the other ancient cosmic forces in both settings.

I'd also remind you that Malthusians didn't invent Power Ring technology. It was invented by Volthoom, a dimension traveling human

In the New 52, which Zoat has said, multiple times, that he doesn't like and rarely uses.

And I'd bet good money that even the Volthoom thing has been retconned.
 
Just finished finding all mentions of Rogue's name in both the X-Men 90s universe and the Avengers: EMH universe.
But darn does Anne-Marie fill out that bikini… Delightfully. And… I know it's not her power that does it. Sure, that gives her strength, but Ashley Crawford's strong in her augmented form and she's… Nothing like this sculpted. No, super strength actually makes staying in shape more difficult, because you seldom have to exert yourself in the way that makes the human body build muscle. Her stomach is flat with just a hint of muscle because she's spent a lot of time under one of the X-Gym's pneumatic presses, exerting herself against colossal weights.

Anne-Marie looks mildly disgruntled for a moment, then takes a half-step back.

"Anne-Marie-." / "Is there some-?"

"People who can take hits. A taser doesn't do much to me, but they hit Anne-Marie hard enough to stun her."

Of course, I only had to hold them off for the few moments it took her to activate the Impact Beam Ring, and then we were both immune to just about every weapon they had. The robots and power armour slowed us down a little, but Anne-Marie and I both have far more resilience than they could cope with. Well, when her ring's active in her case. It took a lot of electricity to down her, but she's actually quite a lot less tough than she is strong, something I hadn't really… Picked up on before.

"So sugah." Anne-Marie drifts down to stand beside me. She's thrown a blouse and sarong on, but those really do more to emphasise the thing they're concealing than to actually conceal it. "What was that about a ring?"

I tap the ring to end my satellite connection, wrenching my thoughts back onto the job before I drop out of the air. Ah… Orange power rings are not love-friendly. I've been practicing, but… I might have to talk to Scott and Xavier about not getting paired with Anne-Marie on missions if I can't work out a way around it. A couple of other versions of me I met at Vanishing Point appeared to be managing, but from what they said it involved a level of spiritual development I… Just don't have.

"Please don't-" She fires again, and this time I don't feel it. "-do that. It's irritating, and if it actually worked Anne-Marie would be quite upset." Forehead still hurts, so heal that.

"Great, thank you!" I consider hugging her, but decide that would be pushing my luck. "I'll let you know when we've got a date. Um. And please don't get arrested or do anything particularly evil in the meantime, because I know that Anne-Marie still loves you and it would make her upset."

"Um, no. Sorry. He and your mother had separated before she.. adopted Anne-Marie."

"Yes, she's a founding member of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. Um, though the name is really for the intimidation factor rather than any real commitment to evil as an ideal. That's how she met my girlfriend; Anne-Marie got thrown out of the family home once her abilities manifested."

I nod, glancing at the photographs on the wall. Some of a younger Ms. Adler and Ms. Darkhölme, some of other people I don't recognise. The one that draws my attention is a group picture of the two of them with Anne-Marie. Huh. I don't think she has a copy-.

"I'm Anne-Marie's boyfriend, and I'm here to invite you to our wedding."

"About three months. I wanted to.. wait a little longer. She.. emphatically didn't. Um, Professor Xavier managed to transfer Carol Danvers' personality back into her so that's not an issue any more, and when she woke up she didn't seem to really remember Anne-Marie, so we… Probably got away with that."

"-someone? Ah, Anne-Marie? Rogue? With the green and yellow bodysui-?"

"Could well be. Honestly, I like the idea of my children having superpowers. Sure, some things -like Anne-Marie's power- can create… Problems, but I'm sure that we can work through it. Pax?"

"They can take Anne-Marie to an interment camp over my cold dead body. Ah, before we drown in negativity, I… Did have something else I wanted to talk to you about."

"Courage wasn't exactly the problem. But Scott helped me see that I was overthinking it. Do you know where Anne-Marie is?"


Anne-Marie blinks, then yawns and stretches and my goodness, yes, those are magnificent breasts.

I send out the pulse to notify the Controller even as Gladiator regains control of himself-. And it looks like he can heal, but Anne-Marie's already on him, holding his neck into a choke hold as she drains him into helplessness. She's been a lot more willing to do things like that since the Professor got rid of Ms. Marvel and she realised that she didn't have to just put up with other people's thoughts in her head after draining them.

Anne-Marie has.. leapt into the air and is looking at me nervously, while Henry just looks as puzzled by her reaction as I feel.

"Ah, yes." Henry pats his files into a block as we reach a 'safe' portion of the conversation. "It appears that, at some level, the x-gene and its manifestations are able to identify their own genetic code. I suspect it's part of the same mechanism that prevents Scott damaging his own eyes whenever he fires an optical blast. Unfortunately, there aren't enough examples of 'open' mutant families to study the exact mechanism." He looks at me. "But if you're implying that Anne-Marie wouldn't risk draining her child, then you may well be correct."

Anne-Marie shakes her head. "Ah ain't sure I wanna risk it on a 'maybe', Hank."

"Probably." I touch the power ring with my left hand and change the D.N.A. in the glove to that of Anne-Marie's father. The glove crumbles immediately and I-. I pull my now-bare hand away before I show outward signs of dizziness. Touch the ring, make a glove with the D.N.A. of Ms. Darkholm and touch-. Crumbles again. My D.N.A.? Crumbles, and Anne-Marie is starting to look uncomfortable.

Ring… Scan mine and Anne-Marie's D.N.A. and create a code for a possible child with the x-gene, then make a glove.

"Yeah." I nod. "That was my-. What I thought as well. Anne-Marie and I are looking into it, and I'll let you know what we find out."

I shift position on the settee slightly, wrapping my arms more tightly around Anne-Marie's waist as she leans back into me.

I feel Anne-Marie take a deep breath. "We're.. gunna try havin' kids." She shrugs, her shoulders rubbing against my chest. "Best we c'n tell, mah powers won't hurt mah own flesh and blood. Not if they're a mutant too."

I lift my right hand off Anne-Marie and wave it back and forth. "Don't worry: if we're still living in the mansion I'll put sound insulation in."

"Given… R-. Anne-Marie's… Ah…"

Scott's on his feet first, closing his eyes as he replaces his glasses with the visor he keeps tucked in his jacket. Jean's a moment behind, darting over to the nearest computer console to call up the Mansion's security system. Anne-Marie doesn't move for a moment, then carefully disentangles herself from me and stands up. I float up and don my armour-.

Anne-Marie pulls me down to her and whispers in my ear.

Scott's already halfway across the room, moving at a run. "Jean, let him know we're coming, then tell whoever's-" Anne-Marie and I fly past him down the corridor. "-on the console to shut it down.

The sentinel swivels its head a hundred and seventy degrees and warms up its eye-mounted plasma weapons, easily burning off Mr. Parker's somewhat hopeful web coating. Anne-Marie should be in the control room running through the deactivation process-

I fly over as Anne-Marie makes her way down from the control room and Mr. Parker takes a moment to get his head around how on the nose Scott's codename is.

Yeah, I… Forget how much stronger than a normal man he is sometimes. Anne-Marie and Jean walk in as he gets himself back under control.

He turns and leads Anne-Marie and Jean out, the Danger Room door slamming closed behind them.

"Scott wears one because he needs to keep his visor anchored in place. Logan wears one because a pepper spray to the eyes is one of the few quick and easy ways to disable him. And I wear one as part of my helmet because I like wearing armour when people are shooting at me. Charles? No mask. Heck, you found his address in a phone book. Henry? No mask. Anne-Marie? No mask. Jean? No mask. Remy? No mask. None of us have secret identities. When we are summoned to appear in court we do so under our real names with our faces visible."

"No, thank you." We head over to a side table to wait for his order. "We usually eat together as a team, personal schedules permitting. But if this place has your recommendation then I'll definitely bring Anne-Marie here sometime."

"Anne-Marie's power drains the life out of anyone she touches."

I nod. "Anne-Marie and I. I'm pretty sure that the popularity of the Friends of Humanity is a short term panic response, so I was going to wait until things were a little calmer. She-." How to put it? "I have a lot of respect for Professor Xavier, but sometimes…" I shake my head. "I read an article once where the author demeaned a charitable foundation set up by a famous actor. The actor in question was paralysed after falling off a horse, and the charity was for people with spinal injuries. The author said that campaigning for something that will improve your own life isn't really charitable, and went on to compare that to an actor he admired who spent time and money working with a charity he supported which didn't do anything relating to him or his life."

"And Anne-Marie can't drain trees, for example. Mister Madrox can create and absorb copies of himself. But what counts as a copy? Is a severed arm a copy? Is a cancerous growth something that could get absorbed?"

And then there are home owner's associations, which are sort of like local government bodies, except voluntary, except when they're not? I don't really get it, and the primitive nineties internet already has enough horror stories that I'm trying to avoid one with the shortlist I'm creating with Anne-Marie.

Anne-Marie blinks. "Fer real?

I nod, smiling. "I think that contact with 'mutants' who are just regular people outside from the occasional oddity really is the best way to pull the Friends of Humanity's teeth. Most people would protest against a madman openly fighting a one man war against human civilisation. No one's going to protest against Anne-Marie from two doors down who helped out at the bake sale last month."

Anne-Marie frowns. "There ain't nothin' bettuh?"

A sensible precaution when everyone else is busy: someone gets to sit by a console to decrease our reaction time. And with Lilandra acting as an advisor with S.W.O.R.D. in exchange for a green card, Ororo drew the short straw. But with the meeting over, that's no longer so much of a concern. Anne-Marie and I glance at each other when we get out into the corridor. I don't think we really need anything-.

Trask's eyes grow a little distant for a moment. "Your daughter? The mutant, Anne-Marie?"

I take my hand off her, and Mr. Summers catches her as she collapses. "Thank you, Anne Marie."

Aaron nods. "I will tidy up. Anne Marie?"
Those should all say 'Anna Marie'.
 
Just finished finding all mentions of Rogue's name in both the X-Men 90s universe and the Avengers: EMH universe.



























































































Those should all say 'Anna Marie'.

OR, and hear me out, the next segment has him directly calling her that and she flat out says "when I noticed you doing it it was too late to not be awkward, but it's anna marie, not anne-marie"
 
HappyHappy (part 12) New
1st September 2013
15:43 GMT -6


"…fine, as far as I can tell." Katar looks up from the thanagarian diagnostic scanner's control console. "But I'm afraid that our equipment isn't reliable when it comes to magic."

Shayera is silently leaning against the wall at the side of the room, mace in hand and eyes locked on me.

Bleez raises her head up slightly. "I feel fine? Is this a real problem? 'cause I've had managers pull their feathers out about my health before? But I'm kinda getting stressed out over how freaked out Paul is."

"Bleez, I'm not freaked out. I'm worried about you."

"It sounds like you're freaked out."

"If I were freaked out, we wouldn't have come here."

"Oh yeah? Where would we have gone?"

"Nowhere. I'd have performed an emergency brain transplant on you right then and there."

"You.. wh-at?"

"Which would be a problem, because I don't have any Nth metal. You'd be unable to fly until I could get hold of an uncontaminated source. And then I'd have to go through your newly rehoused brain with a fine toothed comb, draining any energies I didn't recognise, which might cause other problems because we don't have great records on what happens when thanagarians are exposed to magic beyond the fact that you're somewhat compatible, Thasaro-cultists and their Blessed Ones notwithstanding."

"That's not going to happen." She looks at Katar. "That's not, right?"

"I can't think of any reason why it would. Shayera and I have both been exposed to different forms of magic before, including demon magic. Though… I'll.. admit that I haven't consumed an untested alchemical potion before."

"I didn't know that's what it was! I just thought it was some kind of recreational thing."

"Um."

Katar turns to me. "You have a question?"

"I never asked what thanagarian attitudes towards narcotics in general were. But to a hu-. Ah, me, that.. statement makes me think that I should."

He turns back to the console. "Alcohol is a narcotic. As is tobacco. As is caffeine. I've heard of worlds where refined sugar is illegal. I thought you were better travelled than this."

"I generally stick to consuming readily identifiable food substances with as few psychoactive properties as I can manage."

Bleez looks puzzled. "You've seen me drink alcohol before."

"And coffee, yes, but we're on Earth and I know Earth-drugs. I also know that Katar and Shayera have drunk both of those before without extra ill effects. You've been using something novel."

Bleez's wings brush up against the scanner arms as they spread a little into a 'I can swoop at you if I have to' pose. "I didn't know that. I know some narcotics are super-dangerous and I haven't touched them, but I saw people using this and nothing much happened so I thought it was okay."

"Bleez…" I walk up to the scanner, kneeling down so that our heads are on a level and looking her directly in the eyes. Then reach past the sensor arms and take hold of her hands,. "Please be a little more careful. Earth might look normal a lot of the time, but things can go sideways very quickly and with no warning. If you don't know what a weird mind-altering substance is, please check with someone first."

Her wings relax a little, and she nods. "Okay. Okay."

"Thank you." I take a U.K.-recipe Dairy Milk bar out of subspace and offer it to her. "Have a properly tested narcotic instead."

"Ooh, have you got one of the caramel ones?"

"Ah." I swap the Dairy Milk for a Caramel bar. "Sure?"

"Thanks." She opens the wrapped and chomps the end off the bar. "H-h-h-h-h, refined sugar."

I stand up and step back, rolling my eyes. "But seriously, no sign of adverse effects?"

Katar shakes his head. "None. Are you expecting some?"

"Report's not in the system yet. The magic which makes the patches work went badly wrong for one of the people who took it and we don't know why yet. Could be that it can't happen to aliens, could be that it's more likely, we don't know."

He thinks for a moment. "I thought that lifeforms who did not originate on Earth would be less susceptible to some types of magic effect."

"Yes, but that usually doesn't work out in their favour. Let me guess…"

I fabricate a piece of paper with 'Less intense but lasts longer.' written on it, fold it in half and pass it to Katar.

"Bleez, did you compare the effect of the narcotic on you to the effect it had on the humans you saw using it?"

"Kind of? I wasn't doing an experiment or anything? I don't think it had quite as much for me as it did for them? But I kept feeling happy for the whole day, but for them it was about an hour?"

I flap my right forefinger at Katar. He opens the folded paper and nods. "The connection is weaker, because we are not bound up in this world as you are. But it lasts longer, because we cannot resist it in the way that you can."

"That's my best guess. But if it can work at all, then you can still die of acute thaumacology."

Bleez pulls her wings in tight and opens her hands. "No more! Honest!"

"Okay. Katar, thank you for your help. I-."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh?"

Katar and I orientate on Bleez.

"You know how I send information to the Thanagarian government..?"

"No."

She looks confused. "Is that sarcasm or did I not tell you? I thought I did-."

"I read ahead. You sent samples back, didn't you?"

"I thought it was low risk! Everywhere has narcotics! And how would we even use magic?"

"Seven Devil cultists. Plus, Vulcan's cultists, I assume."

"No." Oh my goodness, Shayera spoke to me. "Doctor Mist checked. We don't have any more magical ability than Superman."

"But the cultists do-. Did. Which means that there's a way to induce-. Sorry, off-topic. Thank you for your help, I'll let you know what happens. Bleez, take me to your dealer."
 
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"I never asked what thanagarian attitudes towards narcotics in general was. But to a hu-. Ah, me, that.. statement makes me think that I should."

He turns back to the console. "Alcohol is a narcotic. As is tobacco. As is caffeine. I've heard of worlds where refined sugar is illegal. I though you were better travelled than this."
'were'
'thought'
Bleez's wings brush up against the scanner arms as they spread a little into a 'I can swoop at you if I have to' pose. "I didn't know that. I know some narcotics are super-dangerous and I haven't touched them, but I saw people using this and nothing much happened so I thought it was okay."
I like the thanagarian body language. This one in particular is cute. Generally quite a cute chapter, nice to see Oh El so concerned for a friend.
 
1st September 2013
15:43 GMT -6


"…fine, as far as I can tell." Katar looks up from the thanagarian diagnostic scanner's control console. "But I'm afraid that our equipment isn't reliable when it comes to magic."

Shayera is silently leaning against the wall at the side of the room, mace in hand and eyes locked on me.
Ah, getting professional support from the other thanagarians on the planet, who probably have slightly more medical training than Bleez does. Almost certainly better medical sensor tech, too. Though I imagine Shayera is giving a particularly hawkish scowl right now. 😏


Bleez raises her head up slightly. "I feel fine? Is this a real problem? 'cause I've had managers pull their feathers out about my health before? But I'm kinda getting stressed out over how freaked out Paul is."

"Bleez, I'm not freaked out. I'm worried about you."
Believe me, Bleez, you'll see when OL is freaked out, and it's a lot more... Panicked than this.

"It sounds like you're freaked out."

"If I were freaked out, we wouldn't have come here."
At the least, haul you over to Doctor Mist for immediate thaumaturgical examinations.

"Oh yeah? Where would we have gone?"

"Nowhere. I'd have performed an emergency brain transplant on you right then and there."

"You.. wh-at?"
...That's just a little bit more extreme. Not that I don't doubt he's overstating a little to scare her.

"Which would be a problem, because I don't have any Nth metal. You'd be unable to fly until I could get hold of an uncontaminated source. And then I'd have to go through your newly rehoused brain with a fine toothed comb, draining any energies I didn't recognise, which might cause other problems because we don't have great records on what happens when thanagarians are exposed to magic beyond the fact that you're somewhat compatible, Thasaro-cultists and their Blessed Ones notwithstanding."
And things naturally get weird when major thaumatic entities get involved, so that's not guarantee of anything.

"That's not going to happen." She looks at Katar. "That's not, right?"

"I can't think of any reason why it would. Shayera and I have both been exposed to different forms of magic before, including demon magic. Though… I'll.. admit that I haven't consumed an untested alchemical potion before."
I would hope the Nth Metal in their bodies gives them a measure of resilience in that respect. It does weird things around magic, after all.

"I didn't know that's what it was! I just thought it was some kind of recreational thing."

"Um."
It technically is, but the mystical aspect makes it a risk for sympathetic magic access.

Katar turns to me. "You have a question?"

"I never asked what thanagarian attitudes towards narcotics in general was. But to a hu-. Ah, me, that.. statement makes me think that I should."
At least among the military, I expect there's a rule of 'do not impair combat readiness'.

He turns back to the console. "Alcohol is a narcotic. As is tobacco. As is caffeine. I've heard of worlds where refined sugar is illegal. I though you were better travelled than this."

"I generally stick to consuming readily identifiable food substances with as few psychoactive properties as I can manage."
Since his 'soul' has peculiar reactions to exotic energies, magic included. I'm sure his drunkenness-equivalent state is a lot less common an occurrence, but we've seen what happens if he gets overloaded with this or that.

Bleez looks puzzled. "You've seen me drink alcohol before."

"And coffee, yes, but we're on Earth and I know Earth-drugs. I also know that Katar and Shayera have drunk both of those before without extra ill effects. You've been using something novel."
And just because your species look alike, obvious physical variances aside, that doesn't mean they react the same way to certain chemicals.

Bleez's wings brush up against the scanner arms as they spread a little into a 'I can swoop at you if I have to' pose. "I didn't know that. I know some narcotics are super-dangerous and I haven't touched them, but I saw people using this and nothing much happened so I thought it was okay."
Nothing happened yet. That doesn't mean nothing ever will.

"Bleez…" I walk up to the scanner, kneeling down so that our heads are on a level and looking her directly in the eyes. Then reach past the sensor arms and take hold of her hands,. "Please be a little more careful. Earth might look normal a lot of the time, but things can go sideways very quickly and with no warning. If you don't know what a weird mind-altering substance is, please check with someone first."
Good advice in general. Though the hard part can be finding who to ask.

Her wings relax a little, and she nods. "Okay. Okay."

"Thank you." I take a U.K.-recipe Dairy Milk bar out of subspace and offer it to her. "Have a properly tested narcotic instead."
Because Chocolate. Ha-ha. 😏

"Ooh, have you got one of the caramel ones?"

"Ah." I swap the Dairy Milk for a Caramel bar. "Sure?"
Won't lie, I'd ask the same. Much prefer flavoured to plain choc.

"Thanks." She opens the wrapped and chomps the end off the bar. "H-h-h-h-h, refined sugar."

I stand up and step back, rolling my eyes. "But seriously, no sign of adverse effects?"
Still not the strangest reaction to humans or human foods, mind. There's one adult-content OC species I know of who get horny-drunk off human scent, resulting in embarrassing sexual situations... 😅 They have medications to prevent it, but you don't see those using them because that's no fun.

Katar shakes his head. "None. Are you expecting some?"

"Report's not in the system yet. The magic which makes the patches work went badly wrong for one of the people who took it and we don't know why yet. Could be that it can't happen to aliens, could be that it's more likely, we don't know."
Hopefully it does cross Doctor Mist's desk soon. Getting his professional support on this would help.

He thinks for a moment. "I thought that lifeforms who did not originate on Earth would be less susceptible to some types of magic effect."

"Yes, but that usually doesn't work out in their favour. Let me guess…"
For example: Superman. Who has less defences against the mystical than most humans do. Not none at all, but definitely more vulnerable.

I fabricate a piece of paper with 'Less intense but lasts longer.' written on it, fold it in half and pass it to Katar.

"Bleez, did you compare the effect of the narcotic on you to the effect it had on the humans you saw using it?"
Placing his bet, I see.

"Kind of? I wasn't doing an experiment or anything? I don't think it had quite as much for me as it did for them? But I keep feeling happy for the whole day, but for them it was about an hour?"

I flap my right forefinger at Katar. He opens the folded paper and nods. "The connection is weaker, because we are not bound up in this world as you are. But it lasts longer, because we cannot resist it in the way that you can."
And he won. I wonder if Thanagarian magic would work the same way on them as Earth magic does on Humans, or if there are quirkier effects?

"That's my best guess. But if it can work at all, then you can still die of acute thaumacology."

Bleez pulls her wings in tight and opens her hands. "No more! Honest!"
And hopefully whatever spells were involved in it have worn off. Otherwise Bleez might have to worry about someone using sympathetic magic on her.

"Okay. Katar, thank you for your help. I-."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh?"

Katar and I orientate on Bleez.
Oh, the slow, reluctant interjection. That's never a good sign.

"You know how I send information to the Thanagarian government..?"

"No."
Well, he should, but he's not really going to incriminate her. Better to let her come out and say it herself.

She looks confused. "Is that sarcasm or did I not tell you? I thought I did-."

"I read ahead. You sent samples back, didn't you?"
Let's hope the samples' arcane structures don't survive the trip.

"I thought it was low risk! Everywhere has narcotics! And how would we even use magic?"

"Seven Devil cultists. Plus, Vulcan's cultists, I assume."
...Good point, I;d practically forgotten he was interested in alien metallurgy. Nth metal especially.

"No." Oh my goodness, Shayera spoke to me. "Doctor Mist checked. We don't have any more magical ability than Superman."

"But the cultists do-. Did. Which means that there's a way to induce-. Sorry, off-topic. Thank you for your help, I'll let you know what happens. Bleez, take me to your dealer."
I'm guessing specialised and specifically-crafted implantations of Nth metal. Likely tiny pieces that were fragments of a Seven Devils avatar...

Hopefully the Thanagarians can't duplicate the effects of the emotional drugs. That could lead to all manner of dangerous ideas amongst leaders with uncertain loyalties. At least Bleez will be able to make up for her foolishness by assisting in the resolution of OL's investigation. Barring any unexpected complications...
 
"Yes, but that usually doesn't work out in their favour. Let me guess…"

I fabricate a piece of paper with 'Less intense but lasts longer.' written on it, fold it in half and pass it to Katar.

"Bleez, did you compare the effect of the narcotic on you to the effect it had on the humans you saw using it?"

"Kind of? I wasn't doing an experiment or anything? I don't think it had quite as much for me as it did for them? But I kept feeling happy for the whole day, but for them it was about an hour?"

I flap my right forefinger at Katar. He opens the folded paper and nods. "The connection is weaker, because we are not bound up in this world as you are. But it lasts longer, because we cannot resist it in the way that you can."
Another victory through conventional logic (which was probably a part of Batman's investigative training (not the cadaver one)). Don't lead your subject towards a particular conclusion, don't taint their info. Oh, I guess this would have come up when the Unman organs were in the prototyping.

I wonder if the patches work on genomorphs.
 
Because it indicates to him that species from thaumatically inactive worlds can, in fact, have magical abilities induced in them.

Kind of weird here.

That's just how magic works in DC. So I would have expected Paul to have just assumed that demons can give out magic power from the beginning.

Theoretically, absolutely anyone can do magic.

With the caveat that most people don't have the mojo to make it work. So it's like trying to drive a car somewhere with no gas in the tank.

Getting mojo from demonic pacts is pretty much the goto for those who didn't win the genetic lottery by being homo magus, changeling, demigod, nephilim, cambion, etc.

Take the villain Faust, for example. In the comics, he's sold his soul lots of times because he has no innate mojo of his own. His soul is very, very used. Far from mint condition.

He even sold his son's soul when he was an infant.

The demon had a sense of humour, however. So instead of giving the mojo to Faust, he gave the mojo to Faust's infant son Sebastian.

So Sebastian Faust grew up to be a superhero- the soulless soulmage. Having no soul of his own (It's in hell), he powers his magic by borrowing other people's souls. He can also borrow powers. He once borrowed Superman's soul to get kryptonian powers for example.
 

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