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

The point is that she hates being contained, having people tell her what to do and not being in control, and while I'm going the first two the third is firmly her husband's fault. I'm not sure why he brought her to the future with him

If he was guarding Gamemnae's body then he may have thought that he needed powerful backup in case she came back.

His other friends were either dead or physically couldn't help him, so Dawn was the only choice.

enough time to being

"bring"

"The fish eaters found a group of clay zombie wizards working on a giant rune-" Send it to her. "-on one-. Yeah, just like that. Apparently it's the rune for 'joy', but I can't think of any 'joy' association that would have anything to do with Atlantis rising out of the water

I mean it could be like some celebration thing like a coming out party or something, and Atlantis did come out.
 
7th May 2013
17:33 GMT +2


"It's not that you can't go outside-" Dawn Raven looks decidedly unhappy with me, and while I doubt that's due to my actions I'm certainly the proximate cause. "-Missus Raven, it's just that I think it's a bad idea until you've had more time to get used to your new environment."
Ah, yes, the wife of Manitou Raven. Well, his wife and later successor. A strong, independent-minded woman, from an era when that was considered a bad thing. She might do well in this era. Especially if she's studied the same magic as Raven.

Adom actually broke off a meeting about expanding Kahndaq's railway network into its new territory in order to meet Manitou Raven. He actually hugged him, something which seems to have rather surprised Manitou. Given the man's generally unkempt appearance and Adam's perfectly tailored 'power wardrobe', the image was actually quite amusing, like a powerful head of state embracing a random crazy homeless person.
I mean, Raven does clean up nicely, but he has been in sort-of seclusion for several thousand years.

"There is nothing for me to do here, and I remember what Kahndaq looked like."

Rama Khan activated his jar of dirt, and Mister and Missus Cantrell are heading this way now, so that's nearly enough for a full reunion. Just Gamemnae herself left, really.
Though her turning up would probably put a dour spin on the affair.

"It-. Ah… It doesn't look like that anymore. It's been-."

"Many years. I know."
She may know, but does she understand? There's a difference between not seeing a place for a few years or such, and not seeing it for several thousand.

"And if we weren't in the middle of a crisis I'd be happy to bring you up to speed. It's what I did for Adom. But right now there are a handful of places on the planet that wouldn't be completely overwhelming in their strangeness, and no one there would speak your language."

I could pry into her psyche, but I don't know what sort of protection or detection spells she's got running on her, and it would be rather rude even if she didn't. But from what I do remember about her from the comics...
To be fair, she can get around the language barrier with magic, though the cultural ones might be trickier.

She married Manitou mostly because no one else in their tribe would put up with her, he married her because he didn't want her to be made an outcast but focused exclusively on his job resulting in them never really getting close. She had an affair with Kyle Rayner because he actually paid attention to her while acting as her modernity tutor, and Manitou's reaction was 'I'm not really surprised' and then he died.
Admittedly, Raven was a couple of decades older, I think and a workaholic. He probably expected her to look elsewhere, as long as she returned to him.

I'm probably skipping a few things.

The point is that she hates being contained, having people tell her what to do and not being in control, and while I'm going the first two the third is firmly her husband's fault. I'm not sure why he brought her to the future with him… Frankly, it seems like it would have been better for him to handle that duty himself and suggest that she spend the rest of her life in Jarhanpur. But here she is, completely unprepared for the 21st century. And the thing is, if this had happened 200 years ago she could probably handle 1800s Kahndaq just fine.
Quite a few things skipped, yes. But I suspect that very determined and headstrong nature is why she didn't stay in the past. Raven is her man, wherever she may stray, and she will be with him.

"I could take you to Themyscira, if you like? There're a couple of women there with universal language comprehension? Or I could assign you an aide?"

"What is Themyscira?"
Ah, right, how to explain it. since they came along sometime after the Ancient League's day...

"It's an island in the Ag-. Off the coast of G-. Ah. An island in the land of the Hellenes? I'm a citizen, and I'm good terms with most of their rulers."

She looks me over suspiciously. "You are.. like them? Like my husband?"
The joy of trying to work out names she might recognise. Because names like 'Aegean Sea' and 'Greece' are much newer.

"More like the Whaler, if you remember him. As I said, we-."

She darts… To my right, towards a… Curtain-covered window-.
Wrong thing to say, given that Whaler was a bit of a psycho.

I lamely reach out with my right hand. "I don't think-."

She tugs the curtain aside and stares out at the Shiruta skyline. And she doesn't flinch or cringe or scream in panic, she just sort of blinks uncomprehendingly.
"It's taller than it used to be..."

"You see-."

She clenches her fists, and dives at the window in.. what is actually an impressive display of athleticism. Naturally the modern hardened glass-
A suitably durable window can be surprisingly resistant to impact. I remember seeing a video of a man running from police in a motel room trying to jump through his window and simply bouncing off and looking rather foolish...

"Akgh!"

-survives and her hands get the worst of it.
So, jsut some bruised knuckles, maybe a bleeding scrape or two. Could have been worse if she had broken it, of course.

"Our glass is much better than it used to be. Would you accept me healing you?"

"I am not injured."
Nice bit of 'you saw nothing' energy there.

"Not seriously, but that's going to hurt for a while."

She glares at me for a moment, then goes back to looking out of the window, her hands rubbing each other in front of her.
I suspect she's very old friends with pain, given her origins.

Ring, contact Lantern Son of Great Mother and ask him to come here.

Compliance.
...Probably safer than giving her a handsome young man to work with.

And… Ugh. Dawn-. This is me trying to be a good person, but the fact is that I'm not going to prioritise her. I'm just giving Teth Adom and Rama Khan enough time to being Manitou Raven up to speed without crowding him before we move onto the next stage. And I-.

Incoming communication.
Nice of him to be self-aware enough that he's not going to play the 'kyle' role here.

From?

Zatanna Zatara.

"
Excuse me."
Ah, that'll be her calling in to let him know what she found.

I take a step back and raise my left hand to my ear. "Orange Lantern here."

"Does the name 'Joy' mean anything to you?"
...There's quite a few Joys about. None I know of in superheroic circles, certainly...

"The nurse in the Pokémon games?"

"Is she a magical nurse?"

"No-. Probably not, but it's never really explained why there's a copy of her in every Pokémon Centre."
In the games, it's probably just sprite re-use that became a tradition. In the anime... It was weird. Apparently it's a family name, and business.



"Has Dad been talking to you?"
No, OL isn't trying to get you to ease off on the superheroing.

Huh? "Ah. Not recently? Why?"

"Oh. N-. Never mind."
And somewhere, Giovanni Zatara shudders without really knowing why.

"So where did you get 'joy' from?"

"The fish eaters found a group of clay zombie wizards working on a giant rune-" Send it to her. "-on one-. Yeah, just like that. Apparently it's the rune for 'joy', but I can't think of any 'joy' association that would have anything to do with Atlantis rising out of the water."
Ah, right, the rune OL and Balewa found. So they're the same one? Interesting... Not necessarily one used in the sinking or raising of Atlantis, then.

"Because it would make the people joyful?"

"No, it-. Someone could gather power through joy, but the rune would need to focus that energy and this just… Doesn't."
Interesting indeed...

"But the focus could be somewhere else, couldn't it?"

"I.. think so? You'd still need some sort of mark to link them."
Unless that's what some of the zombies were doing: Collecting it manually as some manner of group...

"Ahri'ahn used a group of triangles as his personal emblem, but… I think that the Ahri'ahn we're seeing is another clay zombie. I think the person actually responsible is Queen Gamemnae."

"Isn't she dead?"
Like that would stop some powerful mages.

"They sacrificed her to the Aztec gods. You know what happened to them."

"Does that change anything for us?"
Which raises the question of how long she's been involved in this, if she is at all...

"It might make removing the mental effect easier if we can dramatically blow her cover. I… Guess she's pretty joyful about the return to the surface?"

"I'll… Keep looking. Zatanna out."
still so many unknowns yet to solve...

I nod, lower my hand-.

There's a flash of orange as Lantern Son of Great Mother appears. Dawn turns around, knife in hand.

"I am ready to serve."
Okay, she might take a little longer to get used to things like this...

"What is that?"

"Lantern Son of Great Mother will be your escort. He can take you anywhere and tell you anything. Excuse me."
Admittedly, he might be a little blunt about certain subjects. I hope he's been studying interactions with humanoids.

So, the mystery continues to grow. What are these sigils for, then? I doubt it's something as simple as mere emotional energy collection. Doctor Mist didn't seem to think they were projecting any effect over Atlantis, if I remember right. But the clay zombies are lurking around some of them. This is going to be quite the explanation once they work it out, I expect...
 
Thank you, corrected.
Just remembered Green Arrow has been motherbox accended in the grayven timeline.

Can he shoot on par with Celestial Archer now?
Not yet due to Celestial Archer getting powered up by his goddess, but he's a good deal closer than he was.
Ah, yes, the wife of Manitou Raven. Well, his wife and later successor. A strong, independent-minded woman, from an era when that was considered a bad thing. She might do well in this era. Especially if she's studied the same magic as Raven.
No, she hasn't. As far as I remember from the comics, she basically used his equipment and had to learn magic nearly from scratch.
 
...Huh. Now that I think about it, none of the "Meanwhile in universe X" snippets have taken place in an anime setting. At least as far as I'm aware. Honestly kind of interesting. I feel like a version of OL would have an interesting time applying his usual desires for improving places.

I'm reminded of a quote from a fic I can't remember that went along the lines of "[Anime character name] can toss people across cities? Why the hell isn't she working for Nasa?! She could be making so much more money doing that!". Which I think would just be his whole vibe lol.
There's the one from Gate or whatever its called where he is just a ring.

Now that I think about it a Paul in the Toaru universe would be fun
 
Really? What did they complain about?
Using their content and throwing it online publicly without any sort of discussion or permission with the author started things on the wrong foot.

Son of Great Mother is the giant sperm. Ahh… They know how to give themselves more knowledge via the ring, but they know basically nothing about Earth. I assume Son has researched Paul himself a little bit, and has received something akin to remedial education for at least a day or week since normal Orange lanterns go through training and boot camp. But beyond that? I feel bad for Mrs Raven, this is gonna be the most CakeMan thing Paul has done for a while…
 
A person who wrote fanfiction without the permission of the owners of the cartoon got mad that a person wrote fanfiction of their fanfiction without their permission.

It is a bit of a different dynamic between peers than between an ant and a boot, to be fair.
 
Meanwhile on Earth 534834 New
1st October 1995
10:02 GMT -5

I like America.

Took me a while to get there. Things being just that little bit different to what you're used to can be decidedly off-putting in a way you don't really… Expect. Not until you've tried living around foreigners for an extended period of time and the little things start being really apparent.

And not just the way that driving on the wrong side of the road would impede my sword-use. I haven't driven a car since I failed my second driving test, and since I'm… Not entirely sure what my legal status is, I haven't wanted to risk drawing officialdom's attention by trying to apply for one.

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've creating with Anne-Marie.

And I like Britain. Not because it's wonderful, but because it's mine.

But…

Okay, so I don't think of foetuses as people. Not by default. I'm-. I was an atheist materialist, then I ended up on a world with magic and other exotic… Thingies, like the one I sleep with. So sure, the existence of magic doesn't necessarily mean that souls exist, or that how they exist is how I imagine them existing… But I'm tending to err on the side of caution. And… I'm pretty sure my original Earth didn't have actual magic, so does that mean..? No souls..?

Point is, if personhood doesn't reside in a soul whose existence hasn't been objectively demonstrated, where does it reside? My answer was the brain. We don't consider it strange to limit the rights of children, whose brains are developing. We don't consider it strange to limit the rights of people who's brains are damaged or badly functioning because they can't handle normal levels of complexity or stress. But people in those categories are still people.

And is a single cell a person? Do you hold a funeral when you lose a skin cell? Probably not, though I seem to remember that Sikhs bury their hair. That's probably not the same thing. So it a foetal stem cell different? There's no processing-. Well, alright, the cell nucleus is doing some processing, but it's not person-processing. And at what point does a bundle of cells become a person? I don't know, but it's at some point…

"Y'all okay, hun?"

I sigh. "Not really. I just found out that in Britain it's legal to abort x-gene mutant foetuses at any stage of development."

She… Looks away. "Oh."

"The law… It was supposed to allow for the destruction of non or barely viable foetuses when the abnormality was detected early in the pregnancy, or when the mother's life is at risk. And… I remember a legal case where it turned out that having cleft lip and palate was considered sufficient cause despite the fact that it's easily correctable by chirurgy theses days, because it's also associated with other conditions… And I don't know what the co-morbidities are for the x-gene are and the research doesn't exist."

She turns back, looking as disturbed as I feel. "Any.. stage?"

"It's 'danger to the life of the mother'. Since there's no way to tell what power the x-gene is going to grant, and since some are active from birth, the judge was technically right in that there is a risk… It's just that the people who brought the case couldn't find a single case where a woman had died as a result of x-gene related complications. And… I haven't been able to find one either."

"Is that a good thang?"

"Yes." My eyes drop to her abdomen. "Yes, it's a very good thing, but I…" I sigh. "I guess I sort of assumed that the Friends of Humanity were a uniquely American institution, and… No, it… Turns out not."

"Ya'll havin' second thoughts?"

"No. Just… Realising that we've got more work to do. And… Okay, so Britain doesn't have a constitution, so there's no… Supreme Court equivalent ruling on whether particular laws are in keeping with it. Our highest court is a panel of semi-retired judges who sit in the House of Lords-."

And I've lost her.

"Instead of Senators we… Used to have hereditary peers, though the body is about half lifetime appointees at the moment. Some senior judges get life peerages so that they can advise their pe-. Fellow members about the functions of the law that they might not be aware of."

Anne-Marie blinks. "Fer real?

"Which part?"

"Y'all really gaht…" She looks incredulous. "Lords, bein' part of the gover'ment?"

"Yes. And yes, most people aren't all that fond of the situation, but no one can really agree on what to replace it with, and it mostly works, and as I said it's gradually becoming a place elected politicians appoint people to for life rather than… Somewhere a landed aristocracy can actually exercise power. I'd be.. surprised if the Law Lords were caught up in any anti-mutant hysteria, but it's not impossible."

"And whut comes aftuh the…" She smiles, looking away for a moment. "'Law Lords'."

"The Home Secretary. The American government doesn't really have an equivalent. He's the cabinet minister in charge of law enforcement, including police intelligence, and counter intelligence. That also includes oversight of the courts, because we don't have a separation of powers."

"Y'all gaht a Secretary of State who c'n jus' overrule a judge an' jury whenevah he wants to? That don't sound so good."

I shrug. "We're a monarchy. Crown ministers exercise the monarch's authority to rule as they please in their particular area of responsibility. Of course that's not how it actually works and Home Secretaries don't actually do that very often. The only time I can remember was when… Jack Straw, I think, prevented a convicted murderer getting parole. Anyway, if we wanted to appeal the decision we'd go to the Court of Appeal first, then the Law Lords, then in theory the Home Secretary but that's very unlikely to work."

She glances around at the house we're viewing. "Y'all fixin' t' live in Britain?"

"No? It's just-. I know slightly more about the British legal system. And it-. It's my country, you know?"

She nods. "Ah know, hun. But we're suppose t'be house-huntin', an' we ain't made it outa th' hallway."

I shrug and… Yeah. "I've already scanned it in detail and…" I check for the estate agent. No, out of range. "Fixed up a little water damage. So…"

She nods. "So? What'd'yah think?"

An image appears in my head, and I consider it as she leads the way into the living room. "It's very… Wooden."

She pauses in her examining of the décor to glance my way for a moment. "Go easier if y'all just came out with it."

"I have a mild preference for houses made of brick, but the location is good for the mansion, the local primary-. Elementary school is supposed to be pretty good, the area's reasonably quiet without being isolated, there's adequate parking…" I shrug. "It shouldn't be too hard to get planning permission to replace the house, but it's not actually a bad house and I'd feel a little bad about wrecking it because it's made of the wrong stuff."

Though I suppose that I could run carbon nanotubes throughout the wood, which would dramatically increase its strength. And we're in New York State here, not the tornado corridor. The only issue would be supervillain attacks, but…

I mean, how common are those?

"There any Friends of Humanity 'round these parts?"

"There haven't been any public demonstrations." My eyes light up as I look through the walls, considering our potential neighbours. There isn't really a 'Friends of Humanity' desire per se, but there are certain patterns I've noticed… Nothing stands out. "But I'd be surprised if there weren't a few people who only know about the x-gene from Magneto who've been to a demonstration or two. I'm sure we'll have to do some outreach work, but…" I gaze at her with pointed lasciviousness. "You're a slightly easier sell than some."

She rolls her eyes. "Alright, smooth guy, ah kin make nice with the neighbours."

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."

"Ain't so sure about that mahself, but I guess it don't hurt too much to trah. What's the upstairs lahk?"

"Master bedroom, two others and a study which we could convert, and a bathroom with one of those oversized baths."

She nods, walking towards the door. "Reckon the bedroom's worth whayl?"

I consider, then nod. "Yes. The view's quite nice, the storage space is generous, and the insulation and double glazing-."

She looks back, rolling her eyes. "Ah take back wut ah said about y'all bein' smooth."

Oh, she meant-.

She grabs my arm and drags me off.
 
They should just build their house on Genosha, not like he would have to worry about giant sentinels.
 
1st October 1995
10:02 GMT -5


I like America.

Took me a while to get there. Things being just that little bit different to what you're used to can be decidedly off-putting in a way you don't really… Expect. Not until you've tried living around foreigners for an extended period of time and the little things start being really apparent.
While modern American and British cultures are mostly similar, there are subtle differences, yes. Even things as simple as spelling their words without certain letters. 😏 The same thing extends to places like Australia and New Zealand, who are also similar yet distinct...

And not just the way that driving on the wrong side of the road would impede my sword-use. I haven't driven a car since I failed my second driving test, and since I'm… Not entirely sure what my legal status is, I haven't wanted to risk drawing officialdom's attention by trying to apply for one.
Probably a smart idea. You might have to work around that when the family starts getting underway, unless you want to take to biking.

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've creating with Anne-Marie.
Fortunately, England, Australia and the rest don't have them, as far as I know. And thank goodness for that. It must be something about American suburban culture that makes people go all weird when they get a little taste of power in a HOA...

And I like Britain. Not because it's wonderful, but because it's mine.

But…
Not an unreasonable way to look at it...

Okay, so I don't think of foetuses as people. Not by default. I'm-. I was an atheist materialist, then I ended up on a world with magic and other exotic… Thingies, like the one I sleep with. So sure, the existence of magic doesn't necessarily mean that souls exist, or that how they exist is how I imagine them existing… But I'm tending to err on the side of caution. And… I'm pretty sure my original Earth didn't have actual magic, so does that mean..? No souls..?
I'm sure Rogue would love to hear you refer to her as an 'exotic.. thingie.' And I'm surprised his 'hollow' nature hasn't come up before, though the majority of the cartoons this setting is based on lacked true magic stuff for the most part anyway.

Point is, if personhood doesn't reside in a soul whose existence hasn't been objectively demonstrated, where does it reside? My answer was the brain. We don't consider it strange to limit the rights of children, whose brains are developing. We don't consider it strange to limit the rights of people who's brains are damaged or badly functioning because they can't handle normal levels of complexity or stress. But people in those categories are still people.
And it can be extended neatly to cover synthetic intellects. By that logic, beings like the Vision are people.

And is a single cell a person? Do you hold a funeral when you lose a skin cell? Probably not, though I seem to remember that Sikhs bury their hair. That's probably not the same thing. So it a foetal stem cell different? There's no processing-. Well, alright, the cell nucleus is doing some processing, but it's not person-processing. And at what point does a bundle of cells become a person? I don't know, but it's at some point…
Ah, it's going to be one of those musings, then.

"Y'all okay, hun?"

I sigh. "Not really. I just found out that in Britain it's legal to abort x-gene mutant foetuses at any stage of development."

She… Looks away. "Oh."
Oh, that is such a legal tangle, I'm not touching it with a barge pole...

"The law… It was supposed to allow for the destruction of non or barely viable foetuses when the abnormality was detected early in the pregnancy, or when the mother's life is at risk. And… I remember a legal case where it turned out that having cleft lip and palate was considered sufficient cause despite the fact that it's easily correctable by chirurgy theses days, because it's also associated with other conditions… And I don't know what the co-morbidities are for the x-gene are and the research doesn't exist."
Because positive x-genes are too unpredictable to find this early, attempts to analyse genetics for them would be skeevy as eugenically, and who wants to be the scientist who experimented on unborn babies to work that stuff out?

She turns back, looking as disturbed as I feel. "Any.. stage?"

"It's 'danger to the life of the mother'. Since there's no way to tell what power the x-gene is going to grant, and since some are active from birth, the judge was technically right in that there is a risk… It's just that the people who brought the case couldn't find a single case where a woman had died as a result of x-gene related complications. And… I haven't been able to find one either."
I can't imagine people would want to keep track of such things. And unless it's particularly spectacular, how would you even tell?

"Is that a good thang?"

"Yes." My eyes drop to her abdomen. "Yes, it's a very good thing, but I…" I sigh. "I guess I sort of assumed that the Friends of Humanity were a uniquely American institution, and… No, it… Turns out not."
Eh, you'll find assholes everywhere. Some are just more discreet about it.

"Ya'll havin' second thoughts?"

"No. Just… Realising that we've got more work to do. And… Okay, so Britain doesn't have a constitution, so there's no… Supreme Court equivalent ruling on whether particular laws are in keeping with it. Our highest court is a panel of semi-retired judges who sit in the House of Lords-."
Looking to get that law overturned, eh?

And I've lost her.

"Instead of Senators we… Used to have hereditary peers, though the body is about half lifetime appointees at the moment. Some senior judges get life peerages so that they can advise their pe-. Fellow members about the functions of the law that they might not be aware of."
Such is the weirdness that results in a country being over a thousand years old with governmental practices that haven't changed significantly in centuries.

Anne-Marie blinks. "Fer real?

"Which part?"

"Y'all really gaht…" She looks incredulous. "Lords, bein' part of the gover'ment?"
It's not like they ride around in full-plate, which she may be picturing... These days, it's mostly just a title and associated land.

"Yes. And yes, most people aren't all that fond of the situation, but no one can really agree on what to replace it with, and it mostly works, and as I said it's gradually becoming a place elected politicians appoint people to for life rather than… Somewhere a landed aristocracy can actually exercise power. I'd be.. surprised if the Law Lords were caught up in any anti-mutant hysteria, but it's not impossible."
Most of the real power is in the lower house, anyway, from what I gather.

"And whut comes aftuh the…" She smiles, looking away for a moment. "'Law Lords'."

"The Home Secretary. The American government doesn't really have an equivalent. He's the cabinet minister in charge of law enforcement, including police intelligence, and counter intelligence. That also includes oversight of the courts, because we don't have a separation of powers."
Honestly, it's one of the stronger Cabinet seats, behind the Prime Minister. And apparently one of the busiest? Edit: And the Chancellor of the Exchequer, appropriately.

"Y'all gaht a Secretary of State who c'n jus' overrule a judge an' jury whenevah he wants to? That don't sound so good."

I shrug. "We're a monarchy. Crown ministers exercise the monarch's authority to rule as they please in their particular area of responsibility. Of course that's not how it actually works and Home Secretaries don't actually do that very often. The only time I can remember was when… Jack Straw, I think, prevented a convicted murderer getting parole. Anyway, if we wanted to appeal the decision we'd go to the Court of Appeal first, then the Law Lords, then in theory the Home Secretary but that's very unlikely to work."
After all, when they serve 'at the monarch's pleasure', replacing them without direct royal intervention (or the political equivalent) is pretty much... Well, if it goes that far, you'd better hope they're willing to listen.

She glances around at the house we're viewing. "Y'all fixin' t' live in Britain?"

"No? It's just-. I know slightly more about the British legal system. And it-. It's my country, you know?"
People sometimes forget, the X-men do recruit from all over the world. Which must be complicated as heck to get visas for voerseas nationals. The Professor probably has to call in favours from his government contacts, I bet...

She nods. "Ah know, hun. But we're suppose t'be house-huntin', an' we ain't made it outa th' hallway."

I shrug and… Yeah. "I've already scanned it in detail and…" I check for the estate agent. No, out of range. "Fixed up a little water damage. So…"
Ah, good on you. That's always a pain. Had a patch of the living room ceiling turning black after a roof leak until it finally got fixed and the damaged section replaced...

She nods. "So? What'd'yah think?"

An image appears in my head, and I consider it as she leads the way into the living room. "It's very… Wooden."

She pauses in her examining of the décor to glance my way for a moment. "Go easier if y'all just came out with it."
Yeah, being obtuse isn't going to fly with her, Paul.

"I have a mild preference for houses made of brick, but the location is good for the mansion, the local primary-. Elementary school is supposed to be pretty good, the area's reasonably quiet without being isolated, there's adequate parking…" I shrug. "It shouldn't be too hard to get planning permission to replace the house, but it's not actually a bad house and I'd feel a little bad about wrecking it because it's made of the wrong stuff."
And honestly, given his powerset, he'd be able to fix the place up no problem once all the legalities are dealt with.

Though I suppose that I could run carbon nanotubes throughout the wood, which would dramatically increase its strength. And we're in New York State here, not the tornado corridor. The only issue would be supervillain attacks, but…
This is why Scott and Jen tended to live near the Mansion or in fairly remote places, isn't it?

I mean, how common are those?

"There any Friends of Humanity 'round these parts?"
Eh, they're more skinheads and yobbos at this point in time, I bet.

"There haven't been any public demonstrations." My eyes light up as I look through the walls, considering our potential neighbours. There isn't really a 'Friends of Humanity' desire per se, but there are certain patterns I've noticed… Nothing stands out. "But I'd be surprised if there weren't a few people who only know about the x-gene from Magneto who've been to a demonstration or two. I'm sure we'll have to do some outreach work, but…" I gaze at her with pointed lasciviousness. "You're a slightly easier sell than some."
It also helps that the UK doesn't have the same 'freedom of assembly' laws as the US. Less roving lynch mobs, more individual gangs roaming about, for a start.

She rolls her eyes. "Alright, smooth guy, ah kin make nice with the neighbours."

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."
...Wonder if Rogue actually know how to cook? I could see her wanting to learn.

"Ain't so sure about that mahself, but I guess it don't hurt too much to trah. What's the upstairs lahk?"

"Master bedroom, two others and a study which we could convert, and a bathroom with one of those oversized baths."
Don't really need an office when you have a Power Ring, especially as the Internet gets more developed.

She nods, walking towards the door. "Reckon the bedroom's worth whayl?"

I consider, then nod. "Yes. The view's quite nice, the storage space is generous, and the insulation and double glazing-."
Somehow, I don't think that's what Rogue is asking...

She looks back, rolling her eyes. "Ah take back wut ah said about y'all bein' smooth."

Oh, she meant-.

She grabs my arm and drags me off.
Classy. x3

Well, at least Paul can clean up after them if they make any mess. Still, a somewhat more remote patch might be safer, especially for superheroes with enemies. Even if Paul improves the durability of the house, the neighbourhood might suffer a bit of wear and tear. At least they're preparing for the future. Bet Scott and Jean are a little jealous.
 
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Probably a smart idea. You might have to work around that when the family starts getting underway, unless you want to take to biking.
He has a power ring.
Because positive x-genes are too unpredictable to find this early, attempts to analyse genetics for them would be skeevy as eugenically, and who wants to be the scientist who experimented on unborn babies to work that stuff out?
Genome sequencing is a thing in the 90s, but it's a slow and expensive thing.
Such is the weirdness that results in a country being over a thousand years old with governmental practices that haven't changed significantly in centuries.
While what he's saying is more or less true in the 90s, it's completely different now.
Most of the real power is in the lower house, anyway, from what I gather.
Yes, and that change happened organically. There was no legislation that changed the Prime Minister from being a House of Lords thing to being a House of Commons thing.
Honestly, it's one of the stronger Cabinet seats, behind the Prime Minister. And apparently one of the busiest?
After the Prime Minister and Chancellor of the Exchequer.
I sure hope X-Mem Paul makes his home a fucking fortress, replaces the flimsy wood with some solid stone and reinforced things and secret force field generators.
I'm not sure that the setting has force field generators.
 

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