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SpokenSoftly said:
Yeah, I guess I gave them too much credit.
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The Lanterns more or less verbally fellate them at every turn; which is pretty much why Batman doesn't even remotely trust them. Nobody gets that large and that powerful without a lot of colossal cock-ups; that none of the Corps talks about any mistakes they've made has some unfortunate implications for their organization that, surprise, turns out are more or less totally accurate.
 
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Yes. The build up to this question dealing with nature of the world and the super powers within it doesn't really on reasonable and realistic when you take their existence as a given. Yes. He was reasonable an passed these tests, but the test themselves wouldn't be reasonable proof for your ability handle a super weapon with out a large amount of training from a support group that doesn't exist for your ring.

The only other rings of that designation are only kept through force of arms and in story the reigning specialists who invented the tech don't want you to have it.

It is thus unreasonable for you to keep it meeting the League in this was instead of say after having a bit to work with your ring and dropping in the middle of a crisis and performing well and with restraint.

That was an alternative I noted. If I forgot I would like to apologize.


I'm not really critiquing the base premise. The base premise is you get a ring, you get get teleported to a DC variant, everyone's brains are working but natural to character, and then you do things.

I'm critiquing that the things you did should lose you the ring, or force conflict because basic premise of your light and the spookiness shown should have them trying to decommission the ring. They shelf things like Nabu afterall. Your bonafides are not yet proven while instability has been shown.


There have been rather few posts to be constantly shitting on you within this thread. And while I will admit my first post didn't have the alternative proposal (drop in stopping a crisis like the invasion you mentioned instead destructo surgereoning the Joker) , and was rather incomplete , the logic you espoused about the faults of the superheroes that are mostly beholden to the nature of genre means that in that specific situation barring the threat of you keeling over they really shouldn't have let you keep the ring, without say visiting and getting cleared by the Guardians.

I also honestly find it a massive stretch to characterize my posts as misanthropic and filled with dissatisfaction. Is it the comment about the Guardians and their likely legal positioning?

Yes. A special stable kind of insanity that doesn't rapid spiral out of control and has near millenia of study behind it, a support system, limits, and a proper training program.
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The league didn't shelf Nabu, Kent Nelson, his user, did. They would be pretty much gratefull everytime he appeared to save their asses.

And taking his ring, especially when it is CLEARLY destroying stuff around it and trying to reach his user by itself, also sounds like a pretty stupid idea. Besides, the league really don't operate like that.

Your reasons for him don't getting his ring back are:
"Psychological instability" Even though the league kinda psychologist cleared him.
"He is dangerous" Well, everyone in the league is.
"He Didn't prove himself" Thats the fucking point of a trial period.

I left this for last, because... well...

"The tests aren't reasonable enough to prove that someone can wield a super weapon"...
REALLY?... The're tests to know if someone can wield a super weapon? No. Seriously... WTF are you talking about? How do you even test if someone can wield a super weapon? Where is the precedence? Did Superman, Wonder Woman and the Grenies need a test? Or, where they tested on the field?
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Because competent omnipotent beings would actually solve problems before Superman gets to punch them in the face.
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And the story would be a little more boring. You need drama, after all. And you can only get so much drama from the canon characters gibbering inanely over how the OC solved their problems by acting more maturely than a five year old with ADHD :p

(My apologies to anyone with ADHD reading this. But you get what I'm trying to say here, right?)
 
I don't really know enough about the Teen Titans to make any judgement calls there (mostly just watched the cartoon where Aqualad isn't really around; I've heard good things about him though) but I'm looking forward to this crew. I know that every team needs an 'arrogant jackass that will come to grudgingly respect you through the power of friendship and punches', though, and Kid Flash sounds like he fits the bill.

Poor Puce; he's stuck with it, now. And it was neat to have a psychic around. 'Pay no attention to the waves of Contempt wafting off me; that's just my power' indeed.
 
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    • I looked over the team as Wally got over his giggle fit; taking stock of the situation. Not the group I had expected. Whatever foreknowledge I might have was now rendered suspect by the presence of Raven, Starfire and Beast Boy. Not that I was even remotely disappointed by them being here. Robin was giving me a low-power 'Look' that seemed to indicate he didn't actually know I was coming.

    "Man, this bites. When Cyborg said we had another teammate I was sure that Speedy was coming back." Thank you, Wally. Way to make a guy feel welcome. I sigh, allowing the ring to float right back onto my middle finger where it belongs. The placement choice is not accidental.

    "You'll just have to make do." I dismiss his concerns with a wave of my hand. As if a mere archer could match a Lantern; crippled or no. "Trust me, you've got the best of this deal." Ring, can you accelerate my perception speed if you have to?

    It can be done.

    Well, that's just excellent. If you detect anything hazardous above my tracking speed on a collision course please do so.

    It shall be done.

    "I'm sure he'll be just swell." Oh, Garfield, I seriously need to give you a hug little guy. Wally just looks at me as I'm issuing the commands and rolls his eyes. Was he this much of a little shit in the TV show? I remember he was a bit of a dick to Artemis… hopefully we get her, too. I'm looking forward to snarking with her.

    "We know what Speedy can do; but we don't know what good you are." Gah… actually, I take the ring off again. Robin's probably noticed that. At least the man in question isn't here, or else I'd have to face Kaldur's awkward attempts to make peace between us..

    "Technically, I've had this ring for…" I hold it up as it buzzes the information into my head. Huh, that long? "A little under forty-eight hours." That gets an incredulous look from most of them. Unfortunate; I'd hoped for a little better from some. Then again, most of them are not used to actual socializing.

    "So you are still a… 'rookie', then?" Ah, darn. Starfire's gone from supportive to disapproving in a heartbeat. Nice to see some element of her show personality, even if it's just the mercurial nature. Cyborg walks over and pats me on the shoulder; damn, he looks odd. Still, his appearance is pretty cool.

    "C'mon, team, give him a chance. I ended up fighting Darkseid and saving the world on my first day on the job. Experience isn't everything." Aha, it seems not all of them had heard that little anecdote! Because Raven seems to recognize the name, as does Starfire. That does confirm things for me, though.

    "He's right, you know. I mean, I spent most of that time semi-conscious in space as the ring flayed me to the bone and put my body back together so I wasn't terribly designed any more." That gets a round of blank stares and a few steps back from Raven. "But, I am here for a reason." I cast a glance over at Batman and he slowly nods. "So far, I've taken out more villains than you, though; for good, that is."

    "And what does that even mean?" I lean back a bit and smirk over at Wally. Then I lock eyes with Robin before I answer.

    "I cured Jack Napier; and, in doing so, I destroyed the Joker forever." A pin could have dropped. Robin looked to his teacher for confirmation, and got it. His eyes were gratifyingly wide. Starfire obviously didn't understand, and Raven seemed to be drawing a blank as well, but the rest of them? Heh.

    "And what the hell does that even mean?" Oh, Wally. Never change. Actually, yes, change; and fast. I actually like your character, but not when you're being a condescending asshole.

    "It means I flooded his body with the Light of Contempt and burned out every part of him that made him the Joker, then rebuilt him as the sane man he once was." That got a gasp from Raven. Yeah, she understands the implications. There's some potential in there for you, isn't there? Heh. "I don't know what… lessee... two of you can do; but from what I can see I'm the heavy artillery option here."

    The ring slides back on to my middle finger, the choice still not being an accident, and my environmental shield returns. "Now, could someone show me to my room? I've got a few adjustments to make." Just like that, the first meet and greet is over. Cyborg gives all of us the tour of the place; turned out the others had only just arrived as well. It would seem that we are not in Happy Harbour, either; that place doesn't exist in this timeline.

    Well, the base at least. The town probably exists. They tunneled out this structure underneath the crashed alien spacecraft above us and are using that as the framework to construct a tower complex. However, they've made the quite intelligent choice to construct the majority of the base's important structures down here. It's a little spartan, but suitable.

    "Ah, pardon me?" I interrupt the tour as we're ending. Cyborg is about to dismiss us to claim rooms in the living area, I'm sure, and there's something I just recalled now. "I'd like to take a detailed scan of all of you. My Ring has a massive biological database, and if I combine that with a proper scan I'm confident that that I could heal you from anything short of total incineration." I pause. "And maybe even then."

    Not all of them agree. Robin doesn't, but he's baseline anyway. Raven doesn't; possibly out of fear I might detect her demonic heritage? Cyborg begs off at the beginning, and I think I could guess why. Probably related to what I suspect is Reach tech used to make him. The rest don't seem to mind. I scan them in a circle of Puce light and command the ring to add the details to its database; it fuses them with the files it already has. No major deviations in most of them. Beast Boy confuses it a little, but I'm guessing that's due to the mystical origin of his power?

    With that finally over, I sit in the middle of my room; ring off and hovering in front of me. This… is going to be tricky. I always thought that if this really happened to me I'd handle it a bit better, but turns out the kind of ring I'm suited for is rather… difficult. So I need to make a few more changes.

    Let's see… ring? Map of the complex. Mark Cyborg for me, as well.

    It is done.

    Okay… building is not so much your forte right now, but we can definitely dig out something here. Hm. That's an idea. Yeah, okay. I slip the ring into my pocket and wander out in search of Cyborg; almost immediately running into Robin as I leave my room. He's giving me a… Look. Not even a proper Batman-like one. I give him a nod, and try to move around him. It doesn't work; he takes pace with me. We walk together in silence.

    "I saw the video." I turn to look at him but don't break stride. He doesn't look angry. Pensive, sure, but not angry. We reach the stairs and I start taking them. Robin is… still coming with me. Am I supposed to say something? Does he want a response? "Why didn't you kill him? You clearly wanted to." Ah. Body language expert. Right. How do I put this.

    "Where I come from, people actually die if you kill them. One and done. My initial research has lead me to believe that might not be the case here." I stop walking at the intersection some short ways from the elevator. My target has gone upstairs to work on securing some parts of the new building so I've got time to kill. Robin looks at me with interest. Perhaps I ought to have dug and tried to figure out if he's the first one?

    "I used to play Tabletop a lot. Dungeons and Dragons was a particular favourite. There was a trope I used in relation to afterlives and evil beings and it was, more or less, that evil deeds were rewarded in the afterlife by evil gods. Why wouldn't they be? It made sense, in a horrible sort of way. Until I know this reality isn't like that I'm not killing anyone, especially if they deserve it." He's giving me his Look again. It's more curious than fear-inspiring. What's the word… inquisitive? Perhaps.

    "That's what you were thinking, huh? I'm not sure I buy that." I nod, idly tapping the ring. Part of me really wants to put it on again and check my power. It's highly unlikely the extra second will matter, in the end. But it might. Best not to get into bad habits. Robin looks at me expectantly for a while until I remember were were actually talking.

    "Sorry, I'm trying to be greedy." Oh. Oh! He does the thing! The one-eyebrow up look that I remember from the show. Wow, fanboy moment. I mean, did he do it that often? I don't think so. But it's so much better than his Look! I can just feel the sheer Contempt in his gaze. Like he's saying, 'Did you really just say that?' Ah… it might just be the show but damn if I don't have a soft spot for him.

    So much so that I can't help but smile a little as I answer. He probably… no, he's definitely picked up on that by now. Oh well. "The ring is Contempt. A sense that something is worthless, or ought not be. Focusing on the things I want to do instead of the things I don't think should exist is helping me keep it off my finger. It's… addictive isn't the right word, but let's use it for now. With a lot of time, and a fair bit of therapy, I think I can get the hang of it."

    He nods, digesting my statement. We stand there in silence as he continues to regard me. I mustn't look like much to him, in my forcibly un-dyed woolen jumpsuit. The time is starting to grate on me. I don't know how long I have before things start happening. Will we see the Light? Is Slade part of it? Trigon's return notwithstanding the Titans stopped a lot of really bizarre threats to their city, and the world, but the Team acted more internationally. Can't even count on the Apokalips angle because Cyborg's definitely from the War storyline.

    "... you're right not to buy it, by the way." He looks back to me, not that he ever really looked away, but says nothing. I sigh and divert my own gaze down the corridor. "I wasn't thinking any of that stuff. It's just the justifications I've come up with since then. Truth is, I had just enough Contempt for the idea of being a murderer that it stopped me from popping his head off. Especially with knowing that he'd approve of me killing him, as well." Robin nodded grimly.

    "He would. He really would." We share in a moment of commiseration at the nature of the Joker, and then brief yet transcendent glee as we both recall, simultaneously, that he's gone. It's a nice moment. Then he pats me on the shoulder. His attempts at emotional manipulation are… welcomed, actually. Mostly because I think the reason it's so clumsy in appearance is because it's genuine. He's actually trying to make me feel welcome.

    … it's nice. I haven't thought about it since I arrived but I'm still more or less starved for human contact. So I don't mind so much. "Thank you." He retracts his hand and I straighten up a bit. "You were honest with me, so I'll return the courtesy. I don't trust you. It's nothing personal; we just don't know anything about you apart from the fact that you have a rather dangerous variant of a power ring." I nod. Fair enough. Actually, I really do appreciate that he's being up front about it.

    "I don't take it personally. You were trained by Batman, so it's kind of to be expected. And… well, I won't say 'trust me' on this one but… if I thought I could handle it I'd already be halfway across the world fixing stuff. I know that I can't. Not yet, anyway." Can't afford to have him thinking ill of me. Not genuinely, at least. For as much as I'd like to think of myself as skilled my tactical skills are really… sub-par.

    Down the way a door opens and Cyborg steps out of the elevator. He turns, seeing us standing there, and waves as he approaches. As much as I have a sort of fond nostalgia toward his Teen Titans look I do have to admit that the current shape is pretty cool.

    "'Sup, newbie. Need something?" Robin deferred to me, since he had nothing to say to the big guy, and I pulled the ring out of my pocket, twirling it between my fingers. Had to wonder what kind of relationship he'd have with the team. Did he want to be our mentor, or one of the gang? Time would tell, I supposed.

    "Yes, actually. I need to ask if I can excavate a chamber under the base. Wouldn't mind some help, actually. Not sure how much the ring knows about structural engineering," Cyborg scratches his chin for a moment and then projects a display of the building from his forearm. Hm. Does he like that name? Should I ask if I can call him Victor?

    "How big we talking here? You can probably go reasonably large without damaging structural integrity too much. Bigger, if we reinforce it properly. What's this gonna be for, anyhow?" I smile. Looks like I've got the go-ahead.

    "Containment. How much do you know about Lanterns?" He shrugs, and wiggles his hand in the universal sign for, 'More than you'd think, less than I'd like'. At least, that's how I choose to take it. "So, we usually have Personal Lanterns that we use to recharge. I don't. Instead, I have the inert Central Power Battery in subspace. My energy efficiency seems reasonably high but if I don't set it up soon I'll be… more or less useless."

    Cyborg nods and starts walking back to the elevator. His projection starts forming a chamber underneath the building; connecting from one of the lower rooms. I continue with my estimates. "I don't know what sort of energies it's going to emit so, ideally, I'd like to go with a full-on exotic reactor containment type of build. A few metres of lead, faraday cage, who knows what else. Probably get Raven to help me with something for the emotional contamination as well."

    "That's rather forward-thinking of you. Let's get it set up. Any sort of contamination it might release, I can scan for." I don't doubt that. The Father Box that his technology ate way back when is likely the most advanced thing on this planet. Hopefully it was properly and fully assimilated.

    The process takes a while. I leave Cyborg about halfway through, Robin having already taken his leave of us, and head up to Raven's room. He can handle the final stages of reinforcement and construction. I offered to help but in the end we both agreed I ought to conserve power.

    As I face the door I hesitate. This is… well, it's Raven. I don't know whether or not she's actually empathic but it's probably best to assume she is. Just be open, and honest, aaaaand fuckfuckfuck the door's opening on its own, keep it cool, keep it cool.

    "What do you want?" Ah. I remember the voice. Unfortunately, I remember the tone as well. She's still wearing white, for now. For as much as I like the blue… it suits her. Maybe we can make it so she never feels the need to change.

    "Ah. I need your help, if you don't mind." Her expression shifts into one I don't recognize. Then she nods slowly. "Right. I'm building a containment area for my Central Power Battery, underneath us. I was hoping you'd help me ward it against magic, and also any emotional contamination." She stares for a few seconds more then closes the door.

    Some time later she comes back out with a trio of books under one arm and a leather bag under the other. Before I can say anything she's floating off, right past me and away. Wonder why she doesn't phase through the floor? Either way, I have to jog to keep up with her.

    In the end, Cyborg digs out a secondary layer outside the first cavern that he says he'll fill with lead. His other precautions are sufficiently esoteric that the ring isn't sure what to think about them. Raven uses odd tools that barely look like tools at all to scribe mystical shapes on the innermost walls, muttering mantras to herself as she works.

    When they're both done she gets him to scan her marks and make sure they're all regular. A few are touched up but by the end she seems satisfied. Now it's my turn. I'll pretty up the place a bit later, when I have more power. For now I select the precise middle of the room and release the battery from subspace. It's… pretty big.

    Connect this Terminal to the Central Power Battery to activate it.

    That easy, huh? Well, I guess I'll give it a shot. Do I have to say an oath?

    Finalising the Oath of the Puce Lantern Corps is a priority. Your choice will establish the baseline for the Corps Members.

    "Alright then. I'd back up, you two, I've got to connect the Battery. Not sure what effects this may have, but…" I take a look at Cyborg. "After I'm done, if I don't look like I'm stable, hit me with your most powerful non-lethal blast." He raises an eyebrow at my admittedly bizarre request. "If I have contempt for an attack I'll block it more easily. So weaker attacks are effortless to stop." He nods, and then frowns.

    "That's messed up, man." I shrug in return. Yeah, it is, but what can you do? Well, work on focusing my Contempt. Now then… an Oath… I've been thinking about it for a while. Thankfully I am somewhat poetically inclined.

    Focus your Contempt, and make the connection. Then speak the chosen Oath.

    I hold out my hand as I try to focus on things. It's difficult to not just get angry instead, especially as I'm quite good at that. Contempt is a different flavour. Colder, more dispassionate. Things I feel have no value, on any conceivable level.

    Peter Duesberg. House of Numbers. Miracle Mineral Solution. The Joker. That gets me into the right mindset, sure enough, with a fresh dose of resentment and disdain. It only gets more petty from there, in some ways. Little injustices, pointless suffering visited upon the people I care about. I close my eyes, focusing the thoughts like a knife's edge and forcing them out of the ring.

    A beam lances from my right hand and into the aperture on the front of the battery. Unhealthy, dull light starts to flicker beneath the surface as I take a deep breath and begin to intone my chosen verse.

    "The weakest lose, the strongest gain…"

    I hear an intake of breath behind me. Raven. As it is now, I doubt she respects the start of my oath. The apparent sentiment isn't one I'd support either. Nevertheless…

    "A world like this cannot remain…"

    Pulses of Puce light surge from the Central Power Battery as it goes from a deep gray to the dullish brown-like colour that I'm used to.

    "Beware our light, bringers of pain..."

    A wisp of light leaking from the top forms a stable pillar around the entire structure.

    "We'll tear you down…"

    My hand feels hot. I think it might actually be stripping layers of skin off my arm.

    "With our disdain!"

    There's a final blast of light that nearly knocks me down. Instinctively I reach out and grasp it as it tries to push past me. All I can think of is not letting it strike the two behind me. It hesitates, quivering in place as the Central Power Battery attempts to establish an equilibrium. I focus on my oath and feelings of Contempt in order to seize control of it, force it back.

    It's not easy. The Puce Light wants to fill the room. I'm pushing back against the wall of energy to the point where it's flayed my fingers down to the first knuckle. So glad I rewired my pain response right now.

    If this were some touching emotional moment I'd feel a hand on my back, supporting me. Then I'd gain the strength I need to force this back. That's not going to happen here. It's all on me. My ring is buzzing as I start to push it back, forcing the rough globe of destructive energy to shrink. Do vague spheres of emotional light obey pressure physics? I bloody well hope they don't.

    There's only a few feet between me and the Battery, now. The sphere is centred on the aperture's surface. As I push it eventually reaches a size such that it's flush with the opening. Then I cross my hands over each other and force it in. There's a final, piercing sound and the circuit finally stabilizes.

    Central Power Battery is fully operational. This Terminal is at one-hundred percent charge. Congratulations, Agent; you have successfully established the Puce Lanterns Corps.

    I breathe deeply, rolling my eyes. "Gotta do something… 'bout the name…"

    Then, with far less ceremony than I'd have liked, I lose consciousness.
     
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