[Archive] With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Story Only)

[Mr Zoat]

20th August 2013
12:39 GMT -7

Iname is still blushing as we finally reach the outskirts of the crater. Persuader hasn't quite worked out what Iname offered, and I don't think that she's even got an approximate idea. Probably because it's so contrary to our current relationship.

Huh. Occurs to me that Persuader never met Jade-.

"Persuader, have you worked in the same theatre of operation as Cheshire?"

"Ah. yeah, couple of times. Why?"

"Just occurs to me that you've got a lot in common. Stopped bleeding yet?"

"I dunno. It's sort of achy. I don't really wanna poke it."

I put her down and look at her thoughtfully. "Have you tried using your powers to heal yourself?"

"Can I..? Do that?"

I touch my own injury-. Yes, still hurts, but I'm still augmented by the venom buster I first took… Oh, so long ago now. And probably a little by what I absorbed in the Land of Summer's End. But let's see. Master of My Domain

I wait for a moment and… Ah, there we go. My injury knits itself back together as it should, and I… Feel myself regain my full strength. Good. That-.

Aaaand it's gone.

"Looks like we can heal using our God Names, but trying to maintain full power is a non-starter."

I gently lower Persuader to the ground, where she looks askance at Iname. "So how come she's still fast?"

"When I want to go fast, I constantly use my God Name. I am not using it now because we are going slowly."

"Okay… But mine's not really very heally."

I sigh quietly. "Persuader, Granny Goodness might have conditioned Knockout to be a resilient and ruthless warrior, but she also deliberately made her… Uncreative and disinclined to question."

"Meaning..?"

"Meaning that it literally wouldn't occur to her that you do more damage punching someone with a hand that isn't broken."

Persuader thinks about that for a moment.

"Shouldn't..? You..? Tell her that?"

"Uuuuh, no. Knockout is working for me because Granny Goodness told her to. She's still loyal to my father, she just doesn't bother considering the idea that I might not be. If I teach her how to be even a little creative, she'd probably notice that."

"Yeah…" She shifts awkwardly. "But…"

I raise my eyebrows. "You like her."

"She's.. my teacher."

Iname glances her way for a moment. "Will you stab her, too?"

"Maybe if I want an A. I'd… Like to help her?"

"Huh. Okay. Are we talking 'respected elder'-like, 'Amazon eromena'-like, or 'I'm trying to hook her up with my Dad'-like?"

"What's that middle one mean?"

"Given Apokoliptian attitudes towards carnality, it wouldn't be that unusual for two people in your position to be…"

"Ah, no, no."

"'Relieving tension'. And honestly, I don't think her and your Dad-."

Persuader nods. "She's out of Dad's league."

I nod back. "It would snap right off. Maybe if I augmented him?"

"Alright." Persuader turns away. "So I need a pouch for a water bottle, and a pouch for something to make me forget you said that."

"But getting back to the point, you should be able to heal yourself. Or at least turn your ability to heal back on."

"How?"

"Spiritual self-awareness. What are you? And how is it more appropriate to that thing that you be healthy than you be bleeding?"

"Isn't there something you can do..? 'cause we're your employees?"

"Yes, but that wouldn't have helped while you were miles away being shot dead by phantasmal policemen. I may have a vested interest in you not dying, but you have a bigger one."

"Uh… Okay. Um…"

"Though given that your opponent appears to be trying to kill us and appears to be limited in influence to this planet… And given that we're trying to kill them, it probably wouldn't hurt to invoke a dialectic… Did I ever explain how that worked?"

"Is that the thing where we play up how different we are to boost ourselves?"

"Just so. Well remembered."

"Right-. Ah, I got it." You Missed

"Interesting choice. Did it work?"

She hesitates for a moment, and then bends a little to the left. And then to the right. "I think so."

"Of course, that does risk your wounds reopening if our opponent hits you again."

"I don't think whoever it is is gunna use rifles or handguns again."

"Fair enough. Iname, this was where your house appeared?"

"Yes, Master."

I cup my hands around my mouth. "Alright, arsehole! Last chance to surrender!" Grant Due Process

"Master, is warning them a good idea?"

"It's not like they don't know that we're here, and it's possible that they've misunderstood our intent."

But I'm still wondering. What sort of being can alter reality like this but can't stop us… Using that part of us that is at one with the Source.

No.

But why would they-?

The mountainside around us shimmers-. No, not shimmers. Something is covering the surface-. Perspective. People. People just appeared. Thousands… Perhaps hundreds of thousands. At this distance I can't make out individuals, but… Yes, they're all around us.

About a kilometre away they halt, up the slope and down it.

I take a step forwards. "What?"

One figure steps forwards-. Ah.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Commodore Amalak. Looking well for a dead man."

"I've been given a chance at justice."

"I doubt it. I think that you're just another phantasm, like all the rest." Dismiss the Monkey

A large quadruped trots up next to him. "And do you think that I-?"

"Yes, Chrysalis, you're fake too. What's the point of this?"

"We're all people you killed unjustly."

"Oh?" I clench my fists. "I suppose I'll have to be more thorough this time." Magistrate's Authority

Death to the Dead

I Cut Things

 

[Mr Zoat]

20th August 2013
12:43 GMT -7
From Many, One Purpose
Amalak's personal force field lasts about as long this time as the first time, though this time the cause of death is my fist rather than a purple death ray. Chrysalis snarls and fires a green beam from her horn, but seeing as how I'm not Celestia I just sidestep to evade it before closing the distance and crushing her skull between my hands.
Certainty of Death
I can feel it as Iname effortlessly fights off the lassitude this place is inflicting on us. Her speed is a little slower than what I know she's capable of, but I assume that she's trying to ensure that she doesn't have a problem if it turns out that whoever's doing this is capable of more than we've seen so far. I can feel it as she calls upon the extended part of her divine nature, gradually drawing upon more and more power. Assuming that we win here, I'll have to see if Wallace is willing to try racing her again.
I Cut Things
Persuader on the other hand is just cutting a hole in space to somewhere the horde hasn't focused on yet, moving through, cutting them down and then stepping back through and closing her tear. Now that she's found a way to keep her divine empowerment running she's just focusing on using that rather than pushing herself further. Acceptable for now, but perhaps something we should go into in later training sessions.

A jagged bolt of purple lightning-
A Pale Reflection
-strikes my armour, but I've built up quite a mystical head of steam and… Ah, there he is. Klarion may well have been more powerful than whoever's doing this. Certainly he was better with chaos magic. I leap towards him, crushing three people I vaguely remember as thugs or henchmen I slew at some point before-

"WWWWRRRAAAAWRWWW!"

-Klarion's cat swells to the size of a liger and pounces at me! I sidestep, slap a reaching claw aside hard enough to snap bones and then draw the Sword of the Fallen and stab it in the head. It turns to ash immediately, while Klarion just goes for another shot. Golden fire, this time.
Glorious Purpose
The flame washes over me and does very little. A slight twinge, a little… Building heat, like I just swallowed a mouthful of chilli; thought I was alright and then here comes the pain. But a far poorer showing than real Klarion made before I killed him. I grab the fake's arms and redirect them towards the mob of… Gordanians and branx? Who are closing in around us, and he burns a swath through them before ceasing his own spell.

"Unrealistic."

I slam him to the ground with my right hand, grab the Sword with my left and then stab him through the face. Ash and dust again.

"What's this in aid of?!" Challenge the Coward

A purple-white ray hits me in the cuirass, and looking for the source-. A sheeda Highborn riding one of those ridiculous spider things. I-.

Ah. It's in the opposite direction to the centre of the impact crater. Klarion was perpendicular. Clever. But insufficient. "On me."

I take a flying leap towards the centre of the impact crater. Apparently I haven't killed a lot of flying creatures, because all that tries to intercept me are a couple of changeling guards and even when in fireball mode they're not exactly hard to punch out of the sky.

"What are you trying to tell me?!" Certainty of Purpose

I land, crushing a small swarm of zombies from the Land of Summer's End beneath my feet. Honestly, given the centuries I spent there I'm a little surprised that there aren't more sheeda things. A glowing green slash appears in the air next to me and Persuader steps through. Zombies I bypassed collapse into two halves as Iname precipitates out of the air.

"Heading for the centre of the crater, girls. Someone's trying to distract us."

"Yes, Master!" Death Comes to All.

"You know who this is?"

"Golden fire is pretty much angels only. So is playing around with creation and believing they have the right to judge and condemn the living. The problem is that we use Source-magic too, and they don't have an override."

"The fuck's an angel doing here?"

"No idea. Nor do I know why they're acting like this. I-." The area around us starts to glow. I look up-.

Oh no.

Luciphage the Starbreaker grins down at us. Probably the most powerful thing I've ever killed. Not sure how much like the original this copy is, but we only really killed the first one by completely blindsiding him.

"Revenge before the offence is even given. Poetic, wouldn't you say?"

"No." I shake my head, though I'm not really confident. "No way. This far back in time, you shouldn't even be alive."

"Oh, I am far weaker than the version you faced. I have only fed upon a hundred stars and not an entire universe. How glorious that will be!"

"So who brought you here?" "Girls, go."

"A whisper of power and opportunity. Solar energy is well enough, but the potent flavour of magic is a rare treat."

"Yeah, that's why I'm here too." I have a quick check left and right, and the girls are gone. Good. "But it's not like the sheeda's future is one I want to bring about. In the unlikely event that you are real, I'll have to thank whoever's doing this for bringing you here."

But looking behind him… There's still a horde, but it seems a little… Indistinct? Reduced? If I assume that the angel responsible has finite power to work with, they're… Focusing. And while I'm happy that the girls will be relatively unencumbered, that suggests that this thing might actually have a fraction of the real Star Vampire's stren-.

CRACK!

Okkkkrrruuughhhhhh?

And all of a sudden he's a long way away.

And I'm… I'm in a crater. The crack was… My armour. Okay. Did it's job-. Ow. Mostly did its job. Abdomen… Painful, but not ruptured. Everything else… Fine-ish. And since the summoner still isn't confronting me in person, I've still got most of my arcane momentum.

Up I get, and here floats the Star Vampire himself.

"A mere hundred stars' worth of strength. But still enough to deal with someone as weak as you."
Degenerate Opposition Strengthens Righteous Authority
I nod. "Probably would be. Except I'm one of the people who killed you when you'd glutted yourself on the entire universe."

"With the aid of an entire civilisation, and another of your kind with the skills to help you."

"Then take another swing and see what happens." Fight Test

He doesn't think that I've got anything. Or at least whoever's controlling this projection doesn't. But with a quick glance at the Sword of the Fallen he realises that I might be gambling on being fast enough to stab him as he hits me, and that that would end the fight. So he doesn't do that. Instead, his eyes glow purple, enough power to vaporise me building up-.
Master of My Domain
But I don't boost my physiology. I boost my connection to my orange power ring. And while I can't build the energy siphon we used in the Land of Summer's End, I can create a construct with the colour that's really good at stealing energy.

He fires, I thrust my construct forwards and he spots the problem immediately. Part of it, anyway. The other part is that this is a thaumically active world, which means that the sheeda runes which I used last time will work.

Which means that he can't break the connection he established.

"Guagh!"

"Good effort, whoever you are." Maintaining the construct I walk closer as his body begins to shrivel up. "I'll see you in person shortly."

And one quick stab with the Sword of the Fallen, and I'm on my way again.