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

Diabo instinctively raises a large dome shield, which blocks the bolt heading for Lelei. It shatters right in front of her face, her eyes widening as she realised what just happened. The praetorians are drawing their swords-.
'realises'?
Swords clatter to the ground as the elite of the Saderan Empire impotently try to remove the noxious liquid form their eyes, noses and mouths.
'from'
Oh dear. Is this what passes for rizz amongst their misbegotten kind?
Wow, Oh El has learned some new vocabulary in the future, huh?
She passes Diabo the note. Ah, written orders signed by Zorzal himself. Even added his seal. How remarkably convenient.
I lack familiarity with the source material so maybe there's something that would be more obvious if I knew, but my first guess is that the emperor wants to fabricate an undeniably good reason to disinherit Zorzal in favour of Diabo.
 
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Late Winter, IC 690
The next moment


Diabo instinctively raises a large dome shield, which blocks the bolt heading for Lelei. It shatters right in front of her face, her eyes widening as she realised what just happened. The praetorians are drawing their swords-.

Diabo, check their desires.


What? Oh.
And it seems the praetorians are in the pocket of whoever arranged this foolishness. Honestly, to be expected when you come into the soon-to-be-former Crown Prince's territory showing off your assets. Might have known they'd be a trap from the start...

He does so, identifying their hostile desires before their swords clear their scabbards. I've got no idea what… Their swords and armour. They're enchanted. I… Suppose if they caught him when he was distracted. Diabo sends filaments towards the swords-.

It's harder to affect enchanted weapons. Use indirect force.
Wouldn't have been the first time a Praetorian Guard caught an emperor (or prospective emperor) unawares.

Like what?

Fast acting knock out gas. Pepper spray. Stab through the-
Honestly, just spraying sand in their face t speed would be enough...

Bellow constructs appear around us, squirting eau de poivre fantôme directly into their faces!

-eye-. Well done.
I don't recognise the name, but I would assume it's akin to skunk spray in terms of nasty. <Googles> Ah, pepper spray of particularly high spiciness. Ghost Peppers, in fact...

The entire escort manages to get their swords out of the scabbards, and one of them even manages to takes a stab at Cato before the pain gets to them.

"YEAAAGHGODS!"
That's one MILLION Scofields to the eyeballs. Ow.

Swords clatter to the ground as the elite of the Saderan Empire impotently try to remove the noxious liquid form their eyes, noses and mouths.

Tuka looses an arrow, the enchantment on the tip punching a tiny hole in the shield construct and flying into a-


"Agh!"
Elven Archery for the win!

-building and nailing someone inside. Not fatally, but… Ah. Diabo's shortcoming as a Lantern is that when under stress he focuses on what is immediately around him and ignores things further afield. Dealing with the praetorian traitors he was preparing to act, listened to my advice and responded rationally. He even maintained the dome shield. But he wasn't looking for other threats or opportunities.
He's still young. He'll learn. Perhaps this will be a good object lesson in monitoring the whole field.

Something to feed back on.

What next?
Understandable he'd fall back on asking OL for advice here. This is not a situation they would have predicted. Should have, but didn't.

Have Cato or Lelei magic up ropes or chains, then see to Eithne.

He turns to the wizards.
"Bind the traitors."
At least once he has a direction to move, he wastes no time moving.

Lelei gestures with her staff and chains surge jingling from her saddlebags. They wrap themselves around arms, necks and chests and then pull tight, praetorians being dragged from their saddles as the chains pull them towards each other. Between that and the residual pepper spray the horses are starting to get agitated-
Might want to disperse that pronto, Last thing you want is a stampede in a busy street liek this.

"Who the fuck was that?!"

-as Eithne pulls herself to her feet, hand clasped around her wound. A hit to the intestine isn't immediately fatal, but in a culture like this it virtually guarantees that the target will die. Perfectly fixable by power ring of course, but extremely painful, and the victim will know that they're doomed.
Which is why she's so pissed, I expect. Not just the attempt on her life, but just as she declares her intentions towards Diabo? 😘 Rude!

Tuka has another arrow on her bow, her eyes glowing faintly as she enhances her already excellent vision with magic. After a moment she lowers it with a frustrated snort.

"The other archer is too far away. She rises out of her saddle and stands on it. "I can catch him-."
Hard to believe she couldn't outrange a crossbow, given magic, but better to let it pass.

Diabo looks at her. "No. He could lead you into an ambush. Take two trustworthy… Bunnies, and secure the one you already hit."

She nods, jumps towards the edge of the shield, pointing-

"You and you! Come with me!"
Excellent, he didn't even hesitate to check with OL. The lad has promise as an actual Emperor even without OL's advising.

-to two of the Warrior Bunnies walking behind the officer group. Her interactions with the bunnies have been… Interesting. In addition to her magic she is far more quick and agile. They on the other hand are stronger and have better endurance. Several have sparred with her, and after she proved that she could keep up they sort of accepted her as an unusually runty Warrior Bunny. Which means that unlike legionaries or marines who think that she's Diabo's concubine, Warrior Bunnies will actually take orders from her without needing to be nagged. The two she pointed to take off after her without hesitation while Diabo-.
The benefit of having a whole party of bad-ass female warriors. Everyone thinks they're eye-candy until they start tossing people through buildings or shooting arrows half a mile...

"N-ngh!"

Eithne tries to join them, but the action stresses her punctured abdominal muscles and exacerbates her injury.
Ah, one of those patients.

"I'm going to get the bastard!"

"You." Diabo points to a non-praetorian guardsman. "Take my reins."
Good move, she keeps aggravating matters, she'll bleed out before infection can take hold.

The guardsman complies, and Diabo dismounts -while maintaining the shield, respect to him there- and strides over to her.

"Hold still while I tend to your injury."
Making for one heck of a show, as well. Like some mighty wizard-king...

She makes a weird-

"Gwaah."

-noise-. Is that supposed to be a Bunny growl? Perhaps fortunately, Diabo doesn't notice the direction of her aggression and just assumes that it's the pain.
Probably pissed she has to let him see her like this. A warrior's pride, you know?

"Hold-"

She swings her left hand at him to push him away. He-.
Adrenaline. Marvellously useful in actual combat, bit of a pain when you need them to sit still a second.

Oh dear.

He sidesteps it, then reaches out and takes her hand in what I think is supposed to be a reassuring manner. Eithne appears to be so surprised that she doesn't just.. punch him out or something, but just stands there staring at him while he-
Oooh, so lewd! 😘 And in public? I think she's just stunned by his blatant hand-holding.

"Heal."

-puts her back together, the bolt floating out of her and landing in his right hand.
Probably didn't even take a single point of charge, not that he needs to worry on that front.

"There, all better. Hardy can't have you quite yet."

Alright, no need to make a meal out of-.
Ah, young love. Well, not on his part, or the Ring would have fritzed out.

Why are the other Warrior Bunnies staring-?

Oh dear. Is this what passes for rizz amongst their misbegotten kind?
Heh. I can just imagine Ring-OL rolling his figurative eyes.

Tuka-. Jumps out of the window the would-be assassin fired from, snapping them out of it. She's got a piece of parchment in her hand, and the two Bunnies that went with her are carrying the still-bleeding mercenary. Plain clothing, no distinguishing physical features, not loyal enough to take poison. Excellent.
I'm sure it won't be too hard to track down his employer.

She passes Diabo the note. Ah, written orders signed by Zorzal himself. Even added his seal. How remarkably convenient.

Diabo reaches the same conclusion.
"Obviously fake. My brother may be bull-headed, but he's not that stupid." He remounts his horse and puts it into subspace. "Alright, show's over. Decanus, drag these impostors to... Our cells, and make certain that they have to way to kill themselves. Lelei, go with them."
Stripping them entirely naked should do the trick, their dignity or honour bedamned.

"Yes, Highness."

"No, we shall finish my Triumph, and then-."
After all, why let a little assassination attempt spoil the party?

Giselle slams into the road just in front of us, another… Individual in her claws. He's somewhat battered.

Tuka perks up.
"That is the other bowman."
Ah, all neatly wrapped up.

Giselle grins slightly manically as she lifts him over her head.

"Witness my victory!"
Not bad, given that the guy is probably as tall, or taller than her, and likely looks heavier

I mean… He's a human with a crossbow, she's a demigoddess. It's not that impressive. From the looks of things, the others feel the same-.

She glowers fiercely.
"Praise me!"
...Ah, it's not about the quality of the catch, then.

Diabo looks a little uncertain, but makes a construct hand and pats her on the head.

"Well done."
Oooh, clam-jammed by the ersatz head-pat!

So, bets on who is actually behind this? The former lapine Queen? An agent of the Emperor trying to justify Zorzal's deposition? Or even foreign spies, trying to weaken the Saderan Empire? I don't expect interrogation to take long, given Diabo's options, and then it's a simple matter of confronting the responsible parties... 🤔 And he got to show his nigh-invulnerability in the process.
 
"No, we shall finish my Triumph, and then-."
Apparently the crowd is patiently waiting for the assassination attempt to conclude. Or are enjoying the additional entertainment.

She glowers fiercely. "Praise me!"

Diabo looks a little uncertain, but makes a construct hand and pats her on the head.

"Well done."
If that is how Apostles act I have to wonder what the gods were like back when they were embodied.
 
Their swords and armour. They're enchanted. I… Suppose if they caught him when he was distracted. Diabo sends filaments towards the swords-.

It's harder to affect enchanted weapons. Use indirect force.
Didn't Diabo say that they didn't have enchanted weapons when he was negotiating with the Japanese? Or was that just a case of discretion?
 
Didn't Diabo say that they didn't have enchanted weapons when he was negotiating with the Japanese? Or was that just a case of discretion?
They don't commonly have enchanted equipment, and they're not all that good. The army the Japanese faced on the Saderan side of the gate had no enchanted equipment.
 
Diabo is underestimating the stupidity of Zorzal, through it's likely either the Emperor or Tyuule setting him up.
Canonically, Diabo thought that his brother was an intelligent man who pretended to be an idiot because he didn't want to become the next Kati. He blamed his later stupidity on him becoming so used to pretending to be an idiot that it had become natural.
 
Alright, no need to make a meal out of-.

Why are the other Warrior Bunnies staring-?

Oh dear. Is this what passes for rizz amongst their misbegotten kind?

How does Paul know what Rizz means? He left Earth Prime way before it became a thing, and the slang in DC is different. Unless he's been hanging out in abridged universes, I guess.
 
We're All Mad Here (supplementary, Renegade option) New
18th July 2013
18:43


"There you go." I pass the enbunned burger to… Ah… Helen Miller, her father on her left with a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "The ketchup's on the next bench."

She continues staring at me.

I smile politely. Her family are relatively new to the area, and I'm massive. It's not too surprising that some children do the deer-in-the-headlights thing when facing me. I wondered about doing this in pony form, but the whole point is getting people used to interacting with my true form in social situations.

I lean down slightly. "Do I have something on my face?"

She shakes her head. And… That's it.

Her father gives her a gentle shake. "What do we say, Helen?"

"'nk you."

Her father gives me an empathic eye-roll, and I smile and nod as he nudges her towards the condiments.

With no further food-seekers I take the moment of respite to look around what used to be Challengerville. While I left the ruins more or less in place to begin with, half-thinking that it could be used as an urban training arena or a Halloween party backdrop, the fact is… Clearing it just made more sense. With Rifle so close there's just no pressing need for another town here. Put a tasteful memorial at one end to all the people who died, and then turn all the rest into Challenger Park. A sports field, a woodland, a pond for ducks and other waterfowl who may choose to visit, adventure play equipment… A car park, because Americans… Yeah, I think it improves the place.

BOOM!

I look up as Miss Dash shatters sanity with an exploding rainbow. Couldn't think of much I could do to make up for my earlier misdeed against her, but I suppose that giving her an entirely new species to show off to does it. Cheaper than hiring the Red Arrows, too.

Parents are watching over their children as they entertain themselves, or strolling around the various amusements I put on for this event. My own children are amongst them, with their friends, and I take the fact that they're capable of that sort of interaction is something that I'm quite proud of. Somewhere out there Lex and Veronica are dressed like normal people and making polite conversation with the head of the local haulage firm, and I know that because I can dimly feel both parties.

And here's one of my other guests now! Gloria and… Oh, what's his name, her husband… Owen Michael, that's it, are out there as well. She's about three months pregnant, and Sunset will give her a check-up while she's here. Her situation is fairly unique, and I doubt that Jebediah of Canaan is going to share his recollections of his ex-consort's pregnancy. Obviously Gloria herself doesn't have D.N.A., which… Means that their child will genetically be the offspring of Linda Danvers and her husband. Not sure if we should tell Mr. and Mrs. Danvers that they're grandparents. Gloria obviously doesn't have any relatives, but she doesn't look anything like them, so…

Where is-? Ah, her husband's overseeing an ersatz training session with some local 'soccer' enthusiasts. Much like Lex and Veronica, no one here has any idea who he is. I mean, people would recognise the name 'Lex Luthor' if that's how he introduced himself like that, but by the simple expedience of not wearing a suit and introducing himself as 'Alex' instead, he can have a normal and stress-free conversation. My little contribution to his recovery.

"Grayven." Gloria looks around to make sure that there's no one in eavesdropping range. Or rather, to communicate to me that this isn't a conversation we want people eavesdropping on. "You got a moment?"

"Certainly!" I clench my right fist, and a sound baffle appears around us. "What can I do you for? Patches working alright?"

"Um."

She rub awkwardly at her neck where the 'nicotine patch' is stuck. The problem with being a demon is that… Well, you're a demon. Basic thaumatics requires them to fuel themselves on vice and suffering, and while being plumbed into a living human body cuts down her energy expenditure, she still has needs that can't be indulged in normal human society. So Sunset came up with a minor 'suffering tap' to draw upon ambient suffering and she hasn't tortured a guinea pig to death in about a year.

"Yes. Yes, it is." She.. tries to do the typical thing of a succubus who feels under stress and array herself in the most erotically appealing way possible, but between the pregnancy and the fact that I, you know, know her, it doesn't really work.

Instead, I reach across the barbeque and gently and reassuringly take hold of her right hand. "You don't need to worry. I'm here to help."

She regards me dubiously. "Why?"

"Oh, several reasons. You're my children's tutor, and you have expertise that I can't get anywhere else." She looks a little awkward at that. "You're a fascinating case study, and because my metaphysique empowers me through the building of alliances of common interest."

She breathes a little easier at that last one, reclaiming her hand as she does so. "Thank fuck. If one more person tries to tell me they're being nice to be just to be nice, I'm going to stab a bitch."

"Humans need that. They know in their souls, encoded into the depths of the genes, that they are temporary and that they need heirs and successors to maintain their civilisation. And not just their own children, but of those who are also part of their society because the future social networks must sustain their children as the current networks do them."

She blinks. "That makes so much sense."

Hm. "Now, are you just saying that because I'm a pedagogue and you're instinctively buttering me up, or-?"

She makes an unsettling noise in the back of her throat. "A.. bit. I get it but I don't get it, you know?"

I nod. "I do. Not much we can do about that at the moment."

"But-. I-." She huffs. "Okay, look; the baby inside me is mostly human, right? There's going to be a little bit of demon magic in there, but that's it. But it's connected to me, and I'm in a human body."

"Yes?"

"So am I going to love this..? Thing. Because I'm worried people will notice if I don't act right towards it."

"That's an interesting question. As I understand it, mother-child bonding is a hormonal thing for women, and that body has the correct hormones… So I imagine it depends on how much you think with your metaphysique and how much with your consciousness imprinted on that brain." Hm. "Of course, if you're really worried… Have you considered redemption?"

She looks at me in total bewilderment. "What?"

"Openly disbelieving the principles of HELSOC. Wilfully become other than you are. Ask the Source for aid in becoming a better person-."

She half-turns away, holding up her long-nailed right hand. "I'm going to throw up and it's not the baby."

"I think you should consider it. Significant advantages and the only downsides relate to things you aren't actually doing. I could talk to…" Ah. "My brother Scott, who could talk to our sister in law about Source-approved sensuality."

"What happens if I don't?"

"Demons are never truly happy, just less miserable. Their highest form of pleasure is schadenfreude. This is a fundamental limit to your nature. If you will not change your nature, then… This uncertainty, this nervousness, will remain with you until your fears are finally proven true."

"Or I'm forced to change. I'm connected to something with a mostly-human soul."

I nod. "Ah, the Darla problem. You effectively have a soul until the pregnancy ends, and then what?" I shrug. "I don't know what to tell you. You can consume those parts of human souls that aren't demonic, after all. The power can be translated from one form to another. It might change you. It might be temporary, or it might be permanent. Sunset's your best bet really."

"Can't you..? Fix it?"

I shrug. "If you want to take the risk..?"

"Succubae are all about quick solutions."

"Alright. If you insist." I get a grip on her metaphysique, and the embryonic metaphysique of her child. Barely existing separate from her, yet unarguably there. And I reach towards Lex Luthor, and the shape of his change for the better…

And then bestow it as a blessing upon this willing supplicant, and hope that nothing explodes.
 
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. Not sure if we should tell Mr. and Mrs. Danvers that they're grandparents

I doubt they'd want to know that their daughter's demonically possessed body is pregnant.

Gloria obviously doesn't have any relatives, but she doesn't look anything like them, so…

She probably has thousands of relatives.

. Basic thaumatics requires them to fuel themselves on vice and suffering, and while being plumbed into a living human body cuts down her energy expenditure, she still has needs that can't be indulged in normal human society

I mean, there are things like BDSM clubs.

Though things there are consensual, and any suffering may not feel right because the people there want it, so it's either not going to be enough or it may even be poisonous.

A.. bit. I get it but I don't get it, you know?

So she understands it academically, but not emotionally.

My brother Scott, who could talk to our sister in law about Source-approved sensuality."

Maybe she can become a sex therapist.

Helping people with things like their sexuality in order to improve their mental and emotional health.

Sunset's your best bet really."

"Can't you..? Fix it?"

I shrug. "If you want to take the risk..?"

"Succubae are all about quick solutions."

"Alright. If you insist" I get a grip on her metaphysique, and the embryonic metaphysique of her child. Barely existing separate from her, yet unarguably there. And I reach towards Lex Luthor, and the shape of his change for the better…

And then bestow it as a blessing upon this willing supplicant, and hope that nothing explodes.

So he just connected Luthor's soul, specifically the part that's trying to be better, to a demon.

Well things have seemed to be going fairly easy for renegade, so Luthor suddenly returning to being a supervillain seems like the right direction to go if he needs an actual challenge.
 
So he just connected Luthor's soul, specifically the part that's trying to be better, to a demon.

Well things have seemed to be going fairly easy for renegade, so Luthor suddenly returning to being a supervillain seems like the right direction to go if he needs an actual challenge.
I feel like it will more likely result in the child acting as something of a mini-Luthor.
 
18th July 2013
18:43


"There you go." I pass the enbunned burger to… Ah… Helen Miller, her father on her left with a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "The ketchup's on the next bench."

She continues staring at me.
Well, it's not every day you see a God of Conquest taking part in the American equivalent of a sausage sizzle. And hello there, Renegade, it has been some time, hasn't it? Meeting the community, I see...

I smile politely. Her family are relatively new to the area, and I'm massive. It's not too surprising that some children do the deer-in-the-headlights thing when facing me. I wondered about doing this in pony form, but the whole point is getting people used to interacting with my true form in social situations.
Not that your 'pony' form is all that endearing anyway, what with the 'bat-winged horse' thing.

I lean down slightly. "Do I have something on my face?"

She shakes her head. And… That's it.
Ah, good to see he can't charm every child he meets... Despite his parental experience.

Her father gives her a gentle shake. "What do we say, Helen?"

"'nk you."

Her father gives me an empathic eye-roll, and I smile and nod as he nudges her towards the condiments.
'Kids, huh?'

With no further food-seekers I take the moment of respite to look around what used to be Challengerville. While I left the ruins more or less in place to begin with, half-thinking that it could be used as an urban training arena or a Halloween party backdrop, the fact is… Clearing it just made more sense. With Rifle so close there's just no pressing need for another town here. Put a tasteful memorial at one end to all the people who died, and then turn all the rest into Challenger Park. A sports field, a woodland, a pond for ducks and other waterfowl who may choose to visit, adventure play equipment… A car park, because Americans… Yeah, I think it improves the place.
I assume the memorial has dashing statues of the various members. Not that any visitor would recognise them from adam. Ah, it was a town named for the team, but not the team themselves who passed...

BOOM!

I look up as Miss Dash shatters sanity with an exploding rainbow. Couldn't think of much I could do to make up for my earlier misdeed against her, but I suppose that giving her an entirely new species to show off to does it. Cheaper than hiring the Red Arrows, too.
At least the kids will be enjoying the magical pony showing off. The adults... Depends on how they handle sudden Rainbooms.

Parents are watching over their children as they entertain themselves, or strolling around the various amusements I put on for this event. My own children are amongst them, with their friends, and I take the fact that they're capable of that sort of interaction is something that I'm quite proud of. Somewhere out there Lex and Veronica are dressed like normal people and making polite conversation with the head of the local haulage firm, and I know that because I can dimly feel both parties.
Interesting. Part of his Conquest traits, sensing community leadership?

And here's one of my other guests now! Gloria and… Oh, what's his name, her husband… Owen Michael, that's it, are out there as well. She's about three months pregnant, and Sunset will give her a check-up while she's here. Her situation is fairly unique, and I doubt that Jebediah of Canaan is going to share his recollections of his ex-consort's pregnancy. Obviously Gloria herself doesn't have D.N.A., which… Means that their child will genetically be the offspring of Linda Danvers and her husband. Not sure if we should tell Mr. and Mrs. Danvers that they're grandparents. Gloria obviously doesn't have any relatives, but she doesn't look anything like them, so…
I see the 'Earth Angel' situation with that Supergirl resolved itself differently? At least, that's what the clues point me to? It's been so long since we had a Renegade segment, I think we all forgot his dangling plotlines.

Where is-? Ah, her husband's overseeing a ersatz training session with some local 'soccer' enthusiasts. Much like Lex and Veronica, no one here has any idea who he is. I mean, people would recognise the name 'Lex Luthor' if that's how he introduced himself like that, but by the simple expedience of not wearing a suit and introducing himself as 'Alex' instead, he can have a normal and stress-free conversation. My little contribution to his recovery.
Heh. Lex slumming it with the regular people? Wouldn't catch the Paragon's one doing that...

"Grayven." Gloria looks around to make sure that there's no one in eavesdropping range. Or rather, to communicate to me that this isn't a conversation we want people eavesdropping on. "You got a moment?"

"Certainly!" I clench my right fist, and a sound baffle appears around us. "What can I do you for? Patches working alright?"

"Um."
Presumably something to facilitate a safe pregnancy? Or at least prevent her demonic aspect getting starved while she plays 'human'?

She rub awkwardly at her neck where the 'nicotine patch' is stuck. The problem with being a demon is that… Well, you're a demon. Basic thaumatics requires them to fuel themselves on vice and suffering, and while being plumbed into a living human body cuts down her energy expenditure, she still has needs that can't be indulged in normal human society. So Sunset came up with a minor 'suffering tap' to draw upon ambient suffering and she hasn't tortured a guinea pig to death in about a year.
...Was that a thing she was doing before? 😨 Good to hear she's not doing it any more, though.

"Yes. Yes, it is." She.. tries to do the typical thing of a succubus who feels under stress and array herself in the most erotically appealing way possible, but between the pregnancy and the fact that I, you know, know her, it doesn't really work.

Instead, I reach across the barbeque and gently and reassuringly take hold of her right hand. "You don't need to worry. I'm here to help."
...Hey, some guys might appreciate a pregnant lady. I doubt the Renegade is one, unless it's Luna.

She regards me dubiously. "Why?"

"Oh, several reasons. You're my children's tutor, and you have expertise that I can't get anywhere else." She looks a little awkward at that. "You're a fascinating case study, and because my metaphysique empowers me through the building alliances of common interest."
Like having cheat codes for the sort of social niceties that needs, eh?

She breathes a little easier at that last one, reclaiming her hand as she does so. "Thank fuck. If one more person tries to tell me they're being nice to be just to be nice, I'm going to stab a bitch."

"Humans need that. They know in their souls, encoded into the depths of the genes, that they are temporary and that they need heirs and successors to maintain their civilisation. And not just their own children, but of those who are also part of their society because the future social networks must sustain their children as the current networks do them."
Yeah, that old monkey brain has a lot to answer for...

She blinks. "That makes so much sense."

Hm. "Now, are you just saying that because I'm a pedagogue and you're instinctively buttering me up, or-?"
Nice of him to couch the matter in terms she's more familiar with.

She makes an unsettling noise in the back of her throat. "A.. bit. I get it but I don't get it, you know?"

I nod. "I do. Not much we can do about that at the moment."
Worst case, she comes across as a little socially awkward. A common enough thing...

"But-. I-." She huffs. "Okay, look; the baby inside me is mostly human, right? There's going to be a little bit of demon magic in there, but that's it. But it's connected to me, and I'm in a human body."

"Yes?"

"So am I going to love this..? Thing. Because I'm worried people will notice if I don't act right towards it."
Ah, yes, that might be a going concern, especially if her relationship with the father is more than transactional.

"That's an interesting question. As I understand it, mother-child bonding is a hormonal thing for women, and that body has the correct hormones… So I imagine it depends on how much you think with your metaphysique and how much with your consciousness imprinted on that brain." Hm. "Of course, if you're really worried… Have you considered redemption?"
Heh, an interesting counterpoint of nature versus nurture.

She looks at me in total bewilderment. "What?"

"Openly disbelieving the principles of HELSOC. Wilfully become other than you are. Ask the Source for aid in becoming a better person-."
Wow, Hell must really be reorganising after the Renegade's interference... Or maybe he's just making a casual joke about them.

She half-turns away, holding up her long-nailed right hand. "I'm going to throw up and it's not the baby."

"I think you should consider it. Significant advantages and the only downsides relate to things you aren't actually doing. I could talk to…" Ah. "My brother Scott, who could talk to our sister in law about Source-approved sensuality."
There's an angle Jack Kirby and all his successors writing the New Gods titles probably never considered. Well, not on the pages of the books, anyway.

"What happens if I don't?"

"Demons are never truly happy, just less miserable. Their highest form of pleasure is schadenfreude. This is a fundamental limit to your nature. If you will not change your nature, then… This uncertainly, this nervousness, will remain with you until your fears are finally proven true."
The question is, is she courageous enough to make that change?

"Or I'm forced to change. I'm connected to something with a mostly-human soul."

I nod. "Ah, the Darla problem. You effectively have a soul until the pregnancy ends, and then what?" I shrug. "I don't know what to tell you. You can consume those parts of human souls that aren't demonic, after all. The power can be translated from one form to another. It might change you. It might be temporary, or it might be permanent. Sunset's your best bet really."
From Buffyverse stuff? That is an interesting connection.

"Can't you..? Fix it?"

I shrug. "If you want to take the risk..?"

"Succubae are all about quick solutions."
Ah, this is going to backfire someday, I just know it.

"Alright. If you insist" I get a grip on her metaphysique, and the embryonic metaphysique of her child. Barely existing separate from her, yet unarguably there. And I reach towards Lex Luthor, and the shape of his change for the better…

And then bestow it as a blessing upon this willing supplicant, and hope that nothing explodes.
Or at least if it does, it doesn't blow back on you...

A delightful little bit of suburban pleasantness, with the usual short-sightedness of a proper Renegade. Although the lady did ask for this, more or less. Nice to see him again after so long, though outside of the 'son of a demon' angle, I'm not entirely sure what this had to do with anything. 🤔 Who knows, perhaps it's groundwork for a future Renegade-focused episode. Hopefully we remember this happened if it is.
 
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"Demons are never truly happy, just less miserable. Their highest form of pleasure is schadenfreude. This is a fundamental limit to your nature. If you will not change your nature, then… This uncertainly, this nervousness, will remain with you until your fears are finally proven true."
Not true, Demons in the DC Metaverse can in fact be truely happy.
 
Where is-? Ah, her husband's overseeing a ersatz training session with some local 'soccer' enthusiasts. Much like Lex and Veronica, no one here has any idea who he is. I mean, people would recognise the name 'Lex Luthor' if that's how he introduced himself like that, but by the simple expedience of not wearing a suit and introducing himself as 'Alex' instead, he can have a normal and stress-free conversation. My little contribution to his recovery.
'an'?
"Oh, several reasons. You're my children's tutor, and you have expertise that I can't get anywhere else." She looks a little awkward at that. "You're a fascinating case study, and because my metaphysique empowers me through the building alliances of common interest."
'building of alliances'
or
Extraneous 'the'
"Demons are never truly happy, just less miserable. Their highest form of pleasure is schadenfreude. This is a fundamental limit to your nature. If you will not change your nature, then… This uncertainly, this nervousness, will remain with you until your fears are finally proven true."
'uncertainty,'
Not sure I'd support changing one's nature for reasons like that, I'm never quite sure how much of one's nature can be changed before one is no longer oneself. But if she's up for it, whatever.
"Alright. If you insist"
Missing full stop? It could be a continuation into the godspeech, but the sentence structure doesn't seem to support that notion.
 
So he just connected Luthor's soul, specifically the part that's trying to be better, to a demon.
No, he forced a change patterened after a change that was occuring in Lex.
I assume the memorial has dashing statues of the various members. Not that any visitor would recognise them from adam.
Challengerville was a town with thousands of inhabitants. Making it a memorial to the team that -despite their best efforts- failed to save them would be in poor taste.
I see the 'Earth Angel' situation with that Supergirl resolved itself differently? At least, that's what the clues point me to? It's been so long since we had a Renegade segment, I think we all forgot his dangling plotlines.
Linda died, and with no Noriel around her will was enacted. That authorised Grayven to use her body for 'fucked up' magic.
'an'?

'building of alliances'
or
Extraneous 'the'

'uncertainty,

Missing full stop? It could be a continuation into the godspeech, but the sentence structure doesn't seem to support that notion.
Thank you, corrected.
 

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