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


"messed"

really notice much different."

"difference"

"How is Talia taking it?"

"Oh, she thinks it's great." I wince

yeah, she may not have liked her husband going soft.

Kon was educated by…" I look at him. "You said it was like a dream?"

He nods. "Yeah. Some of the time."

"That creates narrative. Identity. The Citadelians just load knowledge without context."

Most of them were made to be grunts and probably wouldn't rise beyond that.

And while Kon was made to fight, one of the other purposes for him was to potentially replace Superman, so they gave him some personality.


"or all"

She nods. "Let's hope it's not, I guess. Mass produced superpowers getting given out to random nutjobs is the last thing we need."

Sadly I think you're going to be dealing with that.
 
"How is Talia taking it?"

"Oh, she thinks it's great." I wince. "She's been making all kinds of suggestions. But-." He thinks for a moment. "It's just advice. She's not manipulating him. I think it's things he'd thought about anyway."
This has me curious as to Talia's opinion of OL nowadays. Does she still dislike the fact that he isn't giving her the respect she feels entitled to her for the simple fact that she's married to Batman?
 
This has me curious as to Talia's opinion of OL nowadays. Does she still dislike the fact that he isn't giving her the respect she feels entitled to her for the simple fact that she's married to Batman?
I'm now trying to remember if she is blonde or not. Because I have an instant image of her acting like Malfoy, Do you know who my husband is?
 
2nd May 2013
19:14 GMT -5


Wallace holds up one of his chips and stares at it. "What..? Is this?"

"Duck fat chips. It's one-. You know how really good chips need cycles of freezing and frying?"
Sadly, most people only eat low-quality ones, and don't experience the difference in effort. I suppose it shows when you taste something that's had real effort put into it. Such is modern cuisine, I guess.

He thinks for a moment. "No. I.. didn't. Mom usually just puts them in the oven." He frowns. "Duck fat?"

"I found the recipe online, and since I can fry, freeze and manipulate potato matter really easily, I thought I'd give it a try."
Heh. many a rookie chef's first experience with clever cooking stuff comes form Internet recipes, I bet.

"Where do the little lines come from?"

"Shingling. You takes slices of potato, stick them together with fat, slice them into rectangles and then fry them." I stick a fork in one of mine and raise it up to eye level. "It wouldn't be worth doing without a power ring, but it definitely ensures that the flavour from the fat is present throughout."
Prep level advanced, I see. The sort of thing that rich people would pay hundreds of dollars for in high-end restaurants...

Several of my team mates glance at each other, and Kon gets volunteered.

"Bad day, huh?"

I sag in my seat. "Yeah."
Ah, they know him so well. I guess stress-cooking is a thing he does, then.

I take a bite, and even given all the faff involved… It's still basically just a chip. I've improved quite a bit on the senses I got when I first arrived in this universe -no more furry tongue for a start- but as far as I can tell, food… The improvements above a certain level aren't all that great. Duck fat, freezing and frying, the particular type of potato with exactly the right mix of constituent parts… I could just have used regular oven chips and it wouldn't have been much worse.
Yes, but it helped distract you from all the shit that's been happening today, so... Win?

"How did you know?"

Kon looks across the table, at the various dishes I assembled-. Yeah, okay, displacement activity I suppose.
Just a little. At least you didn't cook another giant cake over New York.

"'Bad' as in..?"

"I told you-" I look around the table to make it clear that I mean 'you' in the collective sense. "-that I was keeping an eye on certain people due to the actions of their parallel universe alter-egos."
And that little pigeon came home to roost with company.

Richard nods. "I didn't see anything in the daily report about any kind of disaster."

"No, it wasn't 'major catastrophe' bad, it was… One of the people I was watching broke into the old Justice League base in Detroit and used LexCorp's A.I. and some off-the-shelf magic to hack into the Justice League's records."
Never mind what else he did, if anything. That bio-modification chamber, for example...

He blinks, eyes widening. "Seriously? What did they take?"

"Don't know. Batman's about as happy as you imagine."
I'm picturing a level between 'disappointed frown with grunt' and '>tt< noise'.

He gives me a hard look. "Yeah."

I.. bow my head. Because I know that it wasn't just Batman I messed up with… With that. What I did. Bruce Wayne was a good father, with a few psychological hang-ups.
Still, compared to the entirety on Earth being slowly worn down by the Anti-Life...

Then he got over them.

And I fucked him up.
We were so close to having something like 'Adam West' Batman, or 'Brave and the Bold' Batman...

"Is he..?"

Is he what, you-!

"I regret doing it, Richard. I don't regret much, but-. I can't-. Shouldn'tForce him to go back. How..? How.. is he?"
Well, this got deep real fast.

He sits back in his seat, everyone else looking a awkward. "He's busy with work. When he's in 'Bruce mode' I don't really notice much difference." He exhales. "I didn't really get much time to find out what he was like when he wasn't… Batman-on-the-inside."

Given how busy everyone was during that period, that.. makes sense.
And I doubt he paid much attention to Batman's state of mind early on in his career, back when he first joined him.

"How is Talia taking it?"

"Oh, she thinks it's great." I wince. "She's been making all kinds of suggestions. But-." He thinks for a moment. "It's just advice. She's not manipulating him. I think it's things he'd thought about anyway."
To be fair, she does consider a happy Batman to be a weak one. That one kinda-elseworlds that got sort-of canonised by Damien's birth had that Talia fake a miscarriage to get Bruce back in 'pissed off' mode.

I nod. "But there's a difference between contingency planning and actually implementing those contingencies." I frown. "He hasn't been to Detroit recently, has he?"

"Not that I'm aware of. Why?"
Admittedly, given that he's a Lantern, he probably knows all their tricks. Both in terms of mobility and in how to hide things from them...

"Someone had done something in the old base, but I don't know if it was Anarky or someone else and he was just checking up on it. For obvious reasons I feel a bit awkward asking Batman…"

"I can do that." Richard looks around the table. "Okay guys, chill. I'm not happy about what Paul did, but I get it. Batman… Batman was the best choice. We needed to undo the Anti-Life as fast as possible."
Giving they were slowly losing, it was necessary. Still hurts to have to say it, though, I bet.

"Thank you. And…" I tear my eyes away from my food and make direct eye contact with him. "There are… Things I could do-."

"Yeah, maybe…" He nods. "Don't."
I think you've helped Bats enough already, OL.

"I don't trust my own judgement. But if you think it's necessary, let me know."

He takes a moment to absorb that.
Well, that's better than just sticking his oar in and paddling at odds with everyone else.

"H-uh."

Kon waits for a moment, then shrugs. "So I get why messing with Batman's head makes you feel bad, but what's the problem with Anarky?"
Besides the fact that a preteen boy is now involved in the vigilante life?

"Because he wouldn't tell me what the problem is. Which means that I can't fix the problem. So… I helped Enginehead and… Sort of helped the man who was mind controlled into providing security-." I look at M'gann. "Any luck?"

She shakes her head. "I've never felt anything like it. It's like everything that should be in his mind just isn't there."
I can see how that would gnaw at OL as he is now. With his obsession with 'correcting' wrongness. That's the sort of thing that could easily turn into 'Good is not nice' territory, too.

Oh. "Rats." She raises her eyebrows interrogatively. "The second time I died, I didn't get anyone to scan my body before I was loaded back into it. I'm told that I kept my practical skills but didn't appear to have any specific memories. The alternative would be for you to scan a Citadelian, but… Ah, the few survivors are avoiding me. For good reason, to be fair."
The fact he's able to say that at all just makes him more inhuman in some ways.

"What's the difference between them and Conner?"

"Kon was educated by…" I look at him. "You said it was like a dream?"
The genomorphs knew how to do it properly, not brute-forcing it.

He nods. "Yeah. Some of the time."

"That creates narrative. Identity. The Citadelians just load knowledge without context."
Which means a measure of disconnection between knowing and understanding.

M'gann nods. "So either he was made in a tank, our all his memories are stored somewhere else?"

I shrug. "Those are my best guesses, but that's just because those are the only options I can think."
Like just about everything else about him, for instance. Emotions not running on the brain in his head, that sort of thing?

Artemis has.. completely cleaned her plate. "So what about the powers that guy got?"

"Physical augmentations. I couldn't judge them precisely, but I'd estimate faster reflexes than a Danner enhancile with slightly less strength."
Unless he can channel that energy he was using to supercharge or simulate abilities, that doesn't sound too bad.

"Doesn't sound so special."

"The drawback of the Danner formula is that it only works on foetuses. Something roughly as good that can be used on anyone is a major game changer."

She nods. "Let's hope it's not, I guess. Mass produced superpowers getting given out to random nutjobs is the last thing we need."
...Great. That means this will almost certainly be a major plot point sometime in the future.

A pleasant discussion of some heavy topics. And I have a worrying suspicion that needs to be voiced: Would Yellow Lantern Batman be paranoid enough to create a segmented sub-personality or something that would do the whole 'Brother Eye' thing without knowing he did it? Because that is one definite possibility that can't be ruled out, can it?
 
Meanwhile, in the Tollan R&D HQ: We are going to build a gravity lensing weapon. Our budget is Yes and our deadline is yesterday. After that we are working on something that wil block a gravity lensing weapon.

"You...you've invented kryptonite." "Someone had to."



Also:

"Is he..?"

Is he what, you-!


"I regret doing it, Richard. I don't regret much, but-. I can't-. Shouldn'tForce him to go back. How..? How.. is he?"

I suspect this should be in quotes?
 
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"messed"
"difference"
"or all"
Thank you, corrected.
I can see how that would gnaw at OL as he is now. With his obsession with 'correcting' wrongness. That's the sort of thing that could easily turn into 'Good is not nice' territory, too.

Oh, we're well passed that
Hey, page 2500 though!
Rookie numbers.
Also: I suspect this should be in quotes?
No. The SI was thinkiung that about himself.
 
She nods. "Let's hope it's not, I guess. Mass produced superpowers getting given out to random nutjobs is the last thing we need."
I can think of a great many things that would be worse. Such as a global Anti-life infestation. Or an invasion of time travelling bondage elves. Or the world being divided between adults and children. Or the embodiment of avarice fusing with an erratically altruistic nutter and using earth as a playground.
 
@Mr Zoat, I was rereading the part where Paul met Bruno Mannheim, and it got me wondering if Intergang is still around. Or has it collapsed entirely?
 
@Mr Zoat, I was rereading the part where Paul met Bruno Mannheim, and it got me wondering if Intergang is still around. Or has it collapsed entirely?
I'm going to say that it isn't functioning as a coherant whole. Most people exposed to the Anti-Life and then the Life Entity ended up reconsidering their life choices.
 
Surprised Paul doesn't have any indigo for Brucey here. I guess if he'd watched a video of the effects the change has had on Bruce's behavior, he would feel differently. Feel it more prominently here and now.

Or if he was fully SEEING Richard's emotions about the subject, and invading his privacy. Oh well.

I still suspect there is some Hero dial stuff at play here, hence why the remaining scan data isn't pinging with any existing supervillain or magical stuff. The connection between Anarky and the Dial team would only happen if his Justice League file was known said villains... I think.
 
@Mr Zoat What has Metis been doing since she was freed from Zues' head? and what are her opinions of Zeus being a superhero?
 
"Is he..?"

Is he what, you-!

"I regret doing it, Richard. I don't regret much, but-. I can't-. Shouldn'tForce him to go back. How..? How.. is he?"

He sits back in his seat, everyone else looking a awkward.
First, is 'Is he what, you-!' is that meant to be dialogue? I don't think so, but if it is it needs quotation marks.
Second, 'looking a awkward.' is probably meant to be 'a bit awkward.'
 
While of course Zoat isn't obligated to use it, but Omac's powers were a lot more than just enhanced strength and durability.

Omac had new powers as the plot demanded via Brother Eye's support (sending beams that gave him new temporary powers), so the post crisis OMAC units being do anything cyborgs via nanites didn't come out of nowhere.
 
Anarkic (supplementary, Renegade option) New
2nd May 2013
17:54 GMT -7


Turns out? Horse M.R.I. scanners do actually exist.

"Are you alright in there, your highness?"

Celestia looks up slightly awkwardly as the… Well, her horn is a bit of an impediment, but the staff worked around it by sticking a tennis ball over the point. And since she's the size of a small pony rather than a full sized horse there's no difficulty in fitting her through the scanner donut. The machine itself is about as noisy as the one I remember from Earth Prime, though a good deal quicker. I'm not sure whether that's due to improvements in technology or a result of paying a lot of money for this appointment.

"Yes, thank you."

And Celestia's being far more cooperative than their usual clients, even if she had to pay a 'petting tax' to jump the queue. The children of the staff are even now lurking in the corridor to ambush her.

I smile as I consider access to medical services in America more generally. As Sir Terrance Pratchett might say, that is because humans are not technically worth anything whereas a good race horse might set you back £15000. It's like how cows are the most eaten animal on the planet but they're never going to go extinct, whereas no one eats wolves but several countries deliberately drove them to extinction.

And yes, I could easily have done this by ring, but if I'm making a point about collegiality and getting people involved in their own governance and generally not allowing dependency on a single superlative individual then I sort of have to live that point. This technology was built by regular humans and is used by regular humans… Okay, apart from that one guy who can see magnetic energy, but that ability wasn't actually vital to the process or anything. He just really likes seeing magnetic energy so got a job somewhere where he always would.

With the scan finished, a couple of orderlies moves in to help Celestia back to her hooves only to find that she's perfectly capable of doing that herself. She appears to realise what they were doing herself, and smiles.

"Thank you, but I can manage."

Dealing with the customers is part of the veterinarian's job, but the customer usually isn't the one being scanned and he's clearly a little uncertain. "Right, your highness." Or maybe he's not sure how to deal with royalty? "Most of our patients… They don't talk back."

Celestia nods, mane billowing around her as she levitates the mane net of her head. "Do you have any housed here at the moment? I think meeting one could be educational."

"Ah… We don't exactly run a hotel here. It's just a stable."

Celestia smiles as she magics the door open. "When I was a filly, even that much would have been a luxury."

"How long ago was that?" The three of us walk in the direction of the 'patient housing'. "Mister Grayven said that he was worried about the effects of extreme age-" Celestia makes eye contact with me, then rolls them. "-but as far as I can tell you're in good health."

"It was about eleven hundred years ago."

"Ah, well… We… Don't usually get horse-. Ponies, that age."

Celestia chuckles quietly. "I wouldn't think so."

She lets the vet open the doors to the stables, and… One cow having its hoof shaved to remove an embedded something or other, six empty stalls and… A single racehorse, who briefly looks at us and then goes back to his silage.

Celestia looks at him curiously. And… It's just now occurring to me that I haven't mentioned gelding at all.

Um.

Maybe she won't check.

Celestia thinks for a moment and then takes a step closer. "I'm here."

The horse looks at her again for a moment, and then goes back to ignoring her.

"Hm." She looks at me. "Do you think that is how our ancestors looked?"

I shrug. "I'm halfway convinced that Discord created your species as a joke."

She makes an amused snort. "If he had, there is no way that he would have been able to keep it to himself."

"Then you should send an archaeological expedition to Dream Valley."

"We already sent an expedition, but they are going to focus on ancient settlements. I imagine that finding ancient skeletons would take special equipment."

"What, you don't have a single pony with a mark in necromancy? It's not all about conjuring undead armies."

"I have special programs for ponies with special talents in difficult areas, but necromancy is a very unusual talent." She turns around and faces the vet. "How long will it take you to study the images?"

He looks rather uncertain. "Your highness, we have no idea what your brain is supposed to look like. Mister Grayven got us some pictures of the brains of humanoid aliens and we're trained on a variety of species so we've got something to compare it to, but we don't even really know what we're looking for."

"Don't worry. The doctors in Equestria know no more than you do. There have only been a few alicorns in our entire history."

"Speaking as a veterinarian, knowing that no one knows what they're talking about just makes me more worried. Mister Grayven wouldn't tell us why he wanted M.R.I. images of your brain, but-" He shakes his head. "-anything to do with the brain is usually a cause for concern."

"Yes." She gives me a sidelong glance. "Where would you like me to introduce myself to the children?"

"Ah, they weren't really expecting a lot of time with you. You can just walk past-."

"I wouldn't dream of disappointing foals of any species." She smiles happily. "Where would you like me to meet them?"

"We've got a paddock out the back..?"

"That will be perfect. Grayven, please show me where it is while my physician fetches them."

Uh. 'kay?

I lead the way towards-.

Her magic grabs my left ear and pulls me closer.

"Grayven, while we are alone and after I have indulged what I suspect to be an extended prank, I have some questions for you."

"It's not a prank. I am deadly serious about my god-name. Sunset wouldn't say 'eh, magic, whatever', and I wouldn't make a mockery of rulership. No one knows what alicorn ageing looks like, and I wish for Luna to be entirely mentally competent for our lives together."

She nods contemplatively, releasing her hold on me. "When do you intend to get married? You have prevaricated for quite some time."

"As I said, once my father is dead. I intend to ask my uncle to officiate, both because I respect him and because it will emphasise his authority over me after I killed his predecessor."

"That isn't a 'when'."

"If killing him was easy, someone else would have done it. Call it five years."

"And when does Luna want to get married?"

"I won't know until I ask. I hope as soon as we can get a ceremony organised. But I don't want to… Keep drawing attention to something we can't do without having to confront my father way before we're ready." I turn my face towards her. "Did you notice that you've dropped your Canterlot accent?"

She gives her head a small shake. "I haven't dropped it completely. It's too engrained. But being away from Equestria is a relaxing experience."

"I noticed that you aren't displaying your wings constantly like you do back in Equestria. Took me a while to talk Luna out of that. Is that a custom or are you just that tense?"

"My mind is as healthy of the rest of me. But the habits of centuries don't evaporate overnight. For much of my reign Equestria was far less prosperous than it is now. I started doing things in a particular way because it made sense. And perhaps I could change them now without unfortunate consequences."

"Oh, good, because I'm not actually a chirurgeon and my backup plan was to get you wasted."

Celestia frowns. "And that is not going to happen."

"Okay, but… You could over-indulge here without it getting back home." She looks at me quizzically. "Just saying."

"I… Shall bear that in mind."
 
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Just checked the TOC and found that this is the last part of this episode. The next episode is Episode 153: Supnautica. Hopefully that means we can finally get some answers on what happened to Atlantis. I still think Ahri'ahn took advantage of the Anti-Life to take control over Atlantis and is consolidating power before he takes down the barrier so that he can take over the world.
 
2nd May 2013
17:54 GMT -7


Turns out? Horse M.R.I. scanners do actually exist.

"Are you alright in there, your highness?"
Well. That is a surprise. I guess the horse-racing world does need a healthy measure of scientific study. I imagine dealing with a talking, reasoning equine is a new one for the doctors, though. I bet the analysis of her horn and wing attachments will fascinate them for years to come.

Celestia looks up slightly awkwardly as the as… Well, her horn is a bit of an impediment, but the staff worked around it by sticking a tennis ball over the point. And since she's the size of a small pony rather than a full sized horse there's no difficulty in fitting her through the scanner donut. The machine itself is about as noisy as the one I remember from Earth Prime, though a good deal quicker. I'm not sure whether that's due to improvements in technology or a result of paying a lot of money for this appointment.
Maybe both. They're pulling out the gold standard stuff, after all.

"Yes, thank you."

And Celestia's being far more cooperative than their usual clients, even if she had to pay a 'petting tax' to jump the queue. The children of the staff are even now lurking in the corridor to ambush her.
:D Haha! I bet there's a lot of little girls out there with big grins right now. And more than a few big girls too.

I smile as I consider access to medical services in America more generally. As Sir Terrance Pratchett might say, that is because humans are not technically worth anything whereas a good race horse might set you back £15000. It's like how cows are the most eaten animal on the planet but they're never going to go extinct, whereas no one eats wolves but several countries deliberately drove them to extinction.
Such is the result of Humans bending nature to our will, and valuing things more than each other. Things we like get treated well, things we don't get to cease being things... 😒

And yes, I could easily have done this by ring, but if I'm making a point about collegiality and getting people involved in their own governance and generally not allowing dependency on a single superlative individual then I sort of have to live that point. This technology was built by regular humans and is used by regular humans… Okay, apart from that one guy who can see magnetic energy, but that ability wasn't actually vital to the process or anything. He just really likes seeing magnetic energy so got a job somewhere where he always would.
I wonder if he constantly sees aurora-like phenomena in the sky most of the time? When he can see past things like electromagnetic signals, anyway.

With the scan finished, a couple of orderlies moves in to help Celestia back to her hooves only to find that she's perfectly capable of doing that herself. She appears to realise what they were doing herself, and smiles.

"Thank you, but I can manage."
Excuse them, they're not used to the patient being so smart. Or talking.

Dealing with the customers is part of the veterinarian's job, but the customer usually isn't the one being scanned and he's clearly a little uncertain. "Right, your highness." Or maybe he's not sure how to deal with royalty? "Most of our patients… They don't talk back."

Celestia nods, mane billowing around her as she levitates the mane net of her head. "Do you have any housed here at the moment? I think meeting one could be educational."
I rather suspect it'd be like a modern human meeting one of the proto-Homo species, like the Australopithecus. With more than a little uncanny valley effect.

"Ah… We don't exactly run a hotel here. It's just a stable."

Celestia smiles as she magics the door open. "When I was a filly, even that much would have been a luxury."
...Right, quite a long time ago.

"How long ago was that?" The three of us walk in the direction of the 'patient housing'. "Mister Grayven said that he was worried about the effects of extreme age-" Celestia makes eye contact with me, then rolls them. "-but as far as I can tell you're in good health."

"It was about eleven hundred years ago."
Oh, she's not going to forget that anytime soon, Renegade.

"Ah, well… We… Don't usually get horse-. Ponies, that age."

Celestia chuckles quietly. "I wouldn't think so."
She's about five hundred times more long-lived than any mere horse, I expect.

She lets the vet open the doors to the stables, and… One cow having its hoof shaved to remove an embedded something or other, six empty stalls and… A single racehorse, who briefly looks at us and then goes back to his silage.

Celestia looks at him curiously. And… It's just now occurring to me that I haven't mentioned gelding at all.
I always wonder, would sophont equines consider a hoof-care task like that to be like a manicure for a human?

Um.

Maybe she won't check.
Or if she does, she might consider it a medical necessity the poor fellow suffered. Testicular cancer or something like that.

Celestia thinks for a moment and then takes a step closer. "I'm here."

The horse looks at her again for a moment, and then goes back to ignoring her.
Well, at least he didn't panic at the strange, horse-but-not-horse thing coming near him.

"Hm." She looks at me. "Do you think that is how our ancestors looked?"

I shrug. "I'm halfway convinced that Discord created your species as a joke."
I mean, he was almost certainly extant in the world before they came along. Along with many other ancient beings.

She makes an amused snort. "If he had, there is no way that he would have been able to keep it to himself."

"Then you should send an archaeological expedition to Dream Valley."
Which I expect is the traditional homeland of the Equestrians. 🤔 Didn't the Renegade encounter a separate group of non-Equestrian ponies while browsing about for it at some point?

"We already sent an expedition, but they are going to focus on ancient settlements. I imagine that finding ancient skeletons would take special equipment."

"What, you don't have a single pony with a mark in necromancy? It's not all about conjuring undead armies."
I mean, such a pony would probably keep that to themselves. Then again, even if you gave it a fancy name like 'Professor of post-mortem communication', the sheer narrative energy of such a gift would result in a rather gloomy, gothic pony...

"I have special programs for ponies with special talents in difficult areas, but necromancy is a very unusual talent." She turns around and faces the vet. "How long will it take you to study the images?"

He looks rather uncertain. "Your highness, we have no idea what your brain is supposed to look like. Mister Grayven got us some pictures of the brains of humanoid aliens and we're trained on a variety of species so we've got something to compare it to, but we don't even really know what we're looking for."
Maybe if you convince Luna to undergo it as well, and they compare the scans? Or have Princesses Cadance and Twilight do the same? certainly, they'd benefit from a larger sample size.

"Don't worry. The doctors in Equestria know no more than you do. There have only been a few alicorns in our entire history."

"Speaking as a vetenarian, knowing that no one knows what they're talking about just makes me more worried. Mister Grayven wouldn't tell us why he wanted M.R.I. images of your brain, but-" He shakes his head. "-anything to do with the brain is usually a cause for concern."
Heh. No real need to specialise in treating Alicorns unless you manage to swing the role of Princess Celestia's personal doctor... Until Cadance came along, anyway.

"Yes." She gives me a sidelong glance. "Where would you like me to introduce myself to the children?"

"Ah, they weren't really expecting a lot of time with you. You can just walk past-."
That would still probably get plenty of 'oohs', 'aahs' and excited selfies.

"I would dream of disappointing foals of any species." She smiles happily. "Where would you like me to meet them?"

"We've got a paddock out the back..?"
Plenty of space for her to give a demonstration of Pegasus flight skills.

"That will be perfect. Grayven, please show me where it is while my physician fetches them."

Uh. 'kay?
Oh, she wants a private word, doesn't she?

I lead the way towards-.

Her magic grabs my left ear and pulls me closer.
Yup, there we go.

"Grayven, while we are alone and after I have indulged what I suspect to be an extended prank, I have some questions for you."

"It's not a prank. I am deadly serious about my god-name. Sunset wouldn't say 'eh, magic, whatever', and I wouldn't make a mockery of rulership. No one knows what alicorn ageing looks like, and I wish for Luna to be entirely mentally competent for our lives together."
And now we see why he did all this. Collegiality, sure, but also wanting his pony waifu future wife to be healthy.

She nods contemplatively, releasing her hold on me. "When do you intend get married? You have prevaricated for quite some time."

"As I said, once my father is dead. I intend to ask my uncle to officiate, both because I respect him and because it will emphasise his authority over me after I killed his predecessor."
...Uncle? As in Drax, The Infinity Man himself? I suppose he plans to work out a way to free him from whatever dimensional trap he's in after taking down the big D himself.

"That isn't a 'when'."

"If killing him was easy, someone else would have done it. Call it five years."

"And when does Luna want to get married?"
Ooh, good point. I don't think the lady will be quite so willing to be that patient.

"I won't know until I ask. I hope as soon as we can get a ceremony organised. But I don't want to… Keep drawing attention to something we can't do without having to confront my father way before we're ready." I turn my face towards her. "Did you notice that you've dropped your Canterlot accent?"
What, she's dropped the upper-class accent? Has she ever done that on the show, actually? I wonder what her 'natural' voice is like...

She gives her head a small shake. "I haven't dropped it completely. It's too engrained. But being away from Equestria is a relaxing experience."

"I noticed that you aren't displaying your wings constantly like you do back in Equestria. Took me a while to talk Luna out of that. Is that a custom or are you just that tense?"
Tucked up nicely rather than half-spread, I take it? Huh, looking at it, she does tend to show them off most often when she's acting in her royal capacity.

"My mind is as healthy of the rest of me. But the habits of centuries don't evaporate overnight. For much of my reign Equestria was far less prosperous than it is now. I started doing things in a particular way because it made sense. And perhaps I could change them now without unfortunate consequences."
Like keeping her wings outspread to remind people 'Yes, horn and wings, I'm special!' No doubt she needed to do that a lot back in the early days.

"Oh, good, because I'm not actually a chirurgeon and my backup plan was to get you wasted."

Celestia frowns. "And that is not going to happen."
Good gravy. A drunk Celestia. Would she be a prankster or a.. 'romantic' kind of drunk?

"Okay, but… You could over-indulge here without it getting back home." She looks at me quizically. "Just saying."

"I… Shall bear that in mind."
That would be a fun chance to relax for her.

So, that wraps up this episode. With Renegade once again making Celestia a little unsure if he's being completely serious around her or not. And I see we're finally going to see OL dealing with the Atlantlis situation, if the name is anything to go by. And while having Ari'ahn conquer the place would be the most likely conflict, who's to say what will happen? 😏...Well, Mr Zoat, naturally.

Celestia looks up slightly awkwardly as the as
Remove 'the as'?
"Speaking as a vetenarian, knowing that no one knows...
"Speaking as a veterinarian, knowing that no one knows...
"I would dream of disappointing foals of any species."
"I wouldn't dream of disappointing foals of any species."
"When do you intend get married?
"When do you intend to get married?
She looks at me quizically.
She looks at me quizzically.
 
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