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look around, seeing a well built, gold-skinned woman with short pink hair sticking directly up from her head. "It was a misunderstanding."
I mean, I sent them a Guardian ship with a request for a meeting. I'm having a hard time believing that they couldn't send a single person to Earth to say hello. I mean, there are only nine Guardians left and they still managed to send Appa Ali Apsa to spend a couple of weeks just.. driving around America with Lantern Jordan and Mister Queen. There's no way them ignoring me isn't supposed to be sending some sort of message. I just don't know-.
The inner door fades to nothing and I step through. Hm. What else could I do to make my point..? Ah, of course. My armour and robes vanish into subspace, the cloth which emerges to replace them pulling itself tight around me to create a uniform obviously designed to match what the Green Lanterns wear. A bright orange patch front and back, a little like a female one piece swimming costume. Dark grey for the arms and legs, then orange boots and… White gloves, I think. And… Okay, and a tiny mask. I'm labouring a point, not dressing in a way that makes any sense at all.
She's also wearing blue and red, not robes but simple trousers and pullover. Thin white hair is bound in a tight bun. There are screens around the bier, and I walk past the first Controller to get a better look.
"Green… Lantern..? Oh, they finally got around to upgunning those Halla people." She looks past me to the other Controller. "Who are you?"
She tilts her head slightly to the side. "You don't have the Orange Light Fountain yet. It's a little premature to speak as if this is a done deal. There were reasons why the Guardians were reluctant to press Larfleeze after he killed Ogandu Onna Oslan."
That's a weird one. Sort of… Undead Battle-Dragonfly-Wasp? It appears to be drifting somewhat aimlessly, its construct-body rippling slightly as it phases through the tree trunks. I'm not seeing any other orange light… I could try usurping Larfleeze's control-. No. Ah. It came from that direction, so I'll try that way. At least I can check whether my stealth systems are achieving anything.
my right. A regal looking… Thing floats in the centre of the chamber, near to the
I remember from the comics that the Controllers brushed aside a group of Okaarans on their way in, then went through the Forest and into a cave complex. Assuming the people in the fort were the same as the ones they barged through in the comic that was another example of Maltusian-descendant highhandedness. All I had to do was ask. They're not here to stop people, just give warning to the rest of the planet of anything Larfleeze does.
Ah, this is going to be a fun discussion. Like trying to explain sex to a precociously curious youngster. Possibly more embarrassing when they discover Mommy's special 'massager' and want to know why it looks like, well... That's something I suspect any parent or older sibling dreads.1st May 2013
15:58 GMT
"…why anyone would want to get rid of their cutie mark?"
Rarity watches nervously as Sweetie Belle looks up Starlight Glimmer's equipment with fascinated dubiousness.
And as Starlight Glimemr has been frustrated to find, not many people want to find out why.Starlight's eyes light up as she takes a breath, then she spots me ambling through the research laboratory and calms down a little.
"The exact relationship between special talents, cutie marks, and a pony's personal magics isn't something we know a lot about. Most ponies assume it works a particular way, but they can't prove it."
It would be a bit of a tricky subject to broach. It's not like they talk in advertising-speak, declaring their name and special talent like a commercial whenever they meet someone new. (And that sort of thing always comes across awkwardly in fiction, like this example.Sweetie switches her attention from the machine to Starlight herself. "What do you mean?"
"Hm." Starlight rests her right forehoof against her chin for a moment. "If you wanted to find out what a pony's special talent was, how would you do that?"
Ah, the innocence of children, shocked that someone could think to do that."I'd ask them."
"Okay, but what if they lied?"
"Um. Well… Why would they do that?"
Heh. To be fair, the actual characteristic it represents is probably not one considered fit for pleasant company. Few people consider declaring oneself to be a 'conqueror' to be a typical act.Starlight points at me. "Grayven lied about his special talent to make a joke."
Sweetie looks at me for confirmation, and I nod. "Why?"
"Ah, because I use humour as a method for defusing social tension. My actual species doesn't have cutie marks, so it doesn't have the same significance for me as it does for ponies." She looks a bit blank. "It's more like a tattoo than a major life indicator."
...Wonder how tattoos work for a species with short coats of fur. Would it be more like dying the fur in patterns than...Sweetie frowns. "What's a tattoo?"
Rarity's eyes widen, and she urgently trots closer.
...The human method. And you should know by now, Rarity that making something seem taboo just makes it more interesting to children."A tattoo is where you inject ink-."
"A-bup-bup-bup." Rarity gives me a mild glare as she covers Sweetie's ears with her forehooves. "That's quite enough."
If it's visible. And craning your head around to look at someone's flank upon just meeting seems a bit... Cheeky?Starlight gives her a hard look. "That's exactly the attitude that stops us learning anything."
Sweetie ducks her head and brushes her sister's hooves off. "Okay, well, I could look at their cutie mark."
Then again, a lot of ponies do like to accessorize using their Cutie Mark. Things like saddle-bag clasps, blanket-pins, that sort of thing.I gesture to Rarity's haunches with my right forehoof. "If you looked at Rarity's cutie mark, you'd think that her special talent was gem carving. Or that Cherilee could grow nice flowers."
Starlight frowns at Rarity in puzzlement. "Oh, I… Thought that too. What is your special talent?"
Good point. How wide does her talent work fashion-wise? I mean, dresses are the easiest option, certainly, given the comparatively high ratio of female to male Equestrians in places she frequents..."I have an instinct for creating exactly the right ensembles to reveal a pony's hidden beauty."
Hm. "I was wondering. Just that just apply to dresses, or clothes, or is it in general and you just prefer dresses?"
Not without being some sort of tailoring savant. And talented as Rarity is, she's not that."I…" She looks thoughtful. "Ah..? I do find it easier to express my talent through dress-making, but when I makes suits for Spike or when I arrange a showing…" She nods decisively. "Yes, I do believe that it applies generally. Unfortunately, there just isn't enough time to learn all the ways that a pony can shine, much less actually put them into practice."
That would be amusing. Just picture him waving an axe the size of a small car around in alicorn form, menacing trees...Starlight nods. "A lot of cutie marks are metaphorical rather than literal. It my case it's fairly obvious that my talent is something to do with magic, but with Grayven unless you knew what a fasces is, it just looks like an axe and some sticks and suggests that his talent might be chopping wood."
Ah, she hasn't had the pleasure of experiencing that little quirk of Ponyville life..."Huh. Well then… I guess I could get them to try a bunch of different things and see what they're good at. That's what the Crusaders do."
Starlight blinks. "The what?"
Picture 'discovery via experimentation.' But without the scientific process.Rarity sighs. "The 'Cutie Mark Crusaders'. Sweetie Belle and her friends Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. They are the last in their class at school to get their marks and they're rather self-conscious about it."
"So..?"
And ironically, it doesn't work that way anyway. But at least they're making themselves useful. Sometimes.Sweetie Belle adopts a stubborn posture. "So our marks must be for something we haven't done yet. We think that if we try enough things, we'll have to find out what our talents are."
Starlight looks unconvinced. "I think a meta-analysis might work better, but I guess it gets you out of the house."
Of course, those watching the show caught on right quick... Benefit of the omniscient observer's perspective.Sweetie blinks. "A meta-what?"
"Meta-analysis. Rather than trying something new, you look at all the things you've already tried and see if there are any trends."
Seems a bit self-fulfilling, but if it worked...Sweetie looks disgruntled for a moment. "None of them worked."
"No, but… Say, in my case, I tried a series of different activities, but I always used magic, or tried to do things better by using magic I invented, that would suggest that my talent was magic-related."
...That would be an awkward thing, wouldn't it? Almost the inverse of a kid coming out to their parents. The parents have known for years, but the youngster still hasn't worked it out...Sweetie sits, her brow furrowed in thought. "Huuuuuuh."
"Ooh." I perk up. "I've been meaning to ask: if you work out what a unmarked pony's talent is, is it heresy to tell them?"
Typical childish reaction. 'Nah, that can't be right. They're old, what do they know?'Starlight looks a little puzzled. "Not exactly, but usually if it's that obvious then they've worked it out for themselves and gotten their mark. Otherwise you're just guessing, and the worst that can happen is that you put them off for a little while because they don't want to listen to you."
I'm impressed she resisted the reflexive urge to glance at Sweetie belle."Okay, but what if they're really obtuse?"
Rarity blinks, works out where I'm going, and frowns at me.
She's certainly on the right track there."So…" Sweetie is frowning at the floor. "If… Apple Bloom builds things we need for trying things, then… Her talent might be building things?"
I smile at Rarity.
It's not so much the scootering as the driving skills, I think. Or possibly the engineering involved in building one that can withstand the forces she can invoke."And… Scootaloo moves things around using her scooter when we need to go somewhere, so maybe that's her special talent? But she's always done that." She looks up at Starlight. "Shouldn't she have her cutie mark by now?"
"Getting a cutie mark isn't just about using a talent. I used magic for years before getting my cutie mark. It-. It's about realising the importance of your talent in your life."
So far, yet still so short of the mark.Goodness me. Those public relations lessons have really paid off. Even a few months ago she's have delivered a rather irate lecture if someone said something like-
"At least, that's how it's traditionally understood."
-that. Ah, here we go.
And also the way they manifested, I bet. Twilight's was potentially traumatic, if anything, with bursts of wild magic going off. Fortunately her accidental polymorphs weren't irreversible.Starlight starts pacing. "The truth is that we don't understand the exact mechanisms which cause cutie mark manifestations. Twilight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer and I all have similar special talents and… Even our names are similar. But our cutie marks are completely different."
I'm impressed, Starlight actually read the room... With a little hint.She takes a breath to carry on, then hesitates and looks at me. I make a 'slowly lowering hoof' gesture which I hope she takes as meaning that she should truncate her usual rant for her current audience. She nods.
Sweetie Belle frowns. "So her name's 'Scootaloo', and she scooters everywhere all the time… But she doesn't realise how important scootering is to her?"
Ah, now the really awkward stuff begins. How to tell someone something they've been trying to work out for years but you've been pretty sure about for a while?Starlight thinks for a moment. "Ah, I don't know her, but that's certainly possible. It fits what we know about the process."
"Huh." She thinks for a moment, then nods slowly. "I guess that could happen. So what about me?"
Probably a harder question for Equestrian parents and guardians than 'where do foals come from?'I shrug. "I'm afraid that I don't know you well enough, though I imagine that the ponies closest to you have an idea."
"You mean..?" She turns to look at her sister. "Rarity? Do you know what my special talent is?"
Ooh, she can see the potential relationship minefield a mile away, but on Sweetie stampedes, oblivious...Rarity recoils slightly. "Well… Ah… I… Have suspicions."
"Since when?"
"A… While. But Sweetie-."
Silence is only more damning, madame.Sweetie Belle looks a little hurt. "Before we started crusading, or after?"
Rarity regards her nervously for a moment, then glares at me and Starlight.
Ooh, I can hear the tone of voice drop into 'I'm not happy with you.'"Rarity?"
"A… Little while before."
"So… With the crusade… We're just totally wasting our time… And you knew that."
Oooh... That's painful. I can just picture Rarity in deep gloom at her whoopsie."I wouldn't put it quite like that, Sweetie-."
Sweetie Belle stands up and walks towards the door. "I'm going outside. I think I need some air."
It was literally the point of their first episode. Sweetie literally says that she feels too self-conscious about singing, even though she's good at it. The other two try to encourage her, but she demurs.Of course, those watching the show caught on right quick... Benefit of the omniscient observer's perspective.
Superstupor, fixed.
Yes, I use Img now. Have for a while. Probably years, honestly. I used to use photobucket, and then there was another site... Both dead now. I save images to my hard drive but I honestly prefer linking to the original site or artist where possible so they get credit for their work.Here are some more instances of link rot for you. I highly recommend you upload any image you want preserved to Imgur, and like to its hosting there as you did in the example below. That will last essentially forever, whereas most of the images you've directly linked to have died after only a few years.
Honestly, Applebloom got the worst of that. At least Sweetie and Scoot got detailing related to their actual talents (a star and music note for Sweetie's musical performance and a wing and lightning bolt for Scoot, which fits the trend for athleticism talents) but Apple Bloom just got an apple with a heart in it.It was literally the point of their first episode. Sweetie literally says that she feels too self-conscious about singing, even though she's good at it. The other two try to encourage her, but she demurs.
Unfortunately, the writers then completely forgot about it and gave her a non-mark in something she's objectively terrible at.
Could be a side effect of the global magic field pushing expectations onto people during the young pony's development, as some sort of unconsciously triggered hypnotic suggestion.Honestly, Applebloom got the worst of that. At least Sweetie and Scoot got detailing related to their actual talents (a star and music note for Sweetie's musical performance and a wing and lightning bolt for Scoot, which fits the trend for athleticism talents) but Apple Bloom just got an apple with a heart in it.
I do wonder how the whole nominative determinism thing works. Is it instinct or do they have a True Name spell they cast on babies or what?
Which might indicate the capacity to intentionally shape special talents and personalities (seeing as Fluttershy's nominative determinism manifested in her personality moreso than her talent) via naming. There will obviously be outliers, such as Apple Bloom, but if it really is a matter of name influencing destiny rather than the other way around, it could have a serious (and probably pretty morally dubious) impact on society if they could prove it. Lots of upper class unicorns naming their kids Celestialevent Prettylights if nothing else.Could be a side effect of the global magic field pushing expectations onto people during the young pony's development, as some sort of unconsciously triggered hypnotic suggestion.
"Does that just" or "Just that, does it".Hm. "I was wondering. Just that just apply to dresses, or clothes, or is it in general and you just prefer dresses?"
Make.
Which might indicate the capacity to intentionally shape special talents and personalities (seeing as Fluttershy's nominative determinism manifested in her personality moreso than her talent) via naming. There will obviously be outliers, such as Apple Bloom, but if it really is a matter of name influencing destiny rather than the other way around, it could have a serious (and probably pretty morally dubious) impact on society if they could prove it. Lots of upper class unicorns naming their kids Celestialevent Prettylights if nothing else.
Thank you, corrected.
YES THAT IS WHAT THEY ARE CALLED.Of all things to be reminded of, now you have me thinking of the 'Path of Eldar' novels from 40k.
For those that don't know them, Warhammer's Space Elves, the Eldar
The Tree flat out killed some of Chrysalis's minions. By agonisingly melting them....And now I worry that 'Harmony' could be doing things like that to ponies.
Equestria needs farmers, and cloud wranglers, and hands out special talents to fill it's needs
Hopefully the player isn't one of those YouTubers who's schtick is to make an humorously incredible mess out of everything, like SamuelStreamer or LetsGameItOut:
Dr. Cochin rolls his eyes. "If you feel unable to offer your services -even at LexCorps' expedited service rates- then please just say so. There are other magicians we can call upon, but please consider that they aren't familiar with the spells and that would leave Enginehead in Anarky's hands for longer."
He turns to the lead researcher, a man who somehow became a legitimate scientist despite his parents christening him 'Rigoro Mortis'. I suppose that given that he works at LexCorp it's really only a matter of time
He gives me a faint frown. "I don't know why you felt obliged to add those justifications. We're cooperating on recovering Enginehead."
And it's-."
Dr. Cochin snorts quietly.
"It's pronounced 'Mortice'.
I nod. "Because you've created a ward that as a core part of its design wants to allow communication
He shouldn't have been able to use super-intuition or anything like that."
So either he read the same spell book you did, or he got a picture from someone on the inside." He snorts. "No prizes for guessing which is most likely."
Dr. Rigoro pales. "Someone on..? The development team?"
They've got important things to do. We met a man in San Francisco who specialises in this sort of thing. The alternative…"
That should say 'seen'.I nod. "Doctor Mortis, are you able to show us the design? Please bear in mind that I'm literally incapable of using magic, have a better one tattooed onto my skin and I've already seem the paper version."
Can someone remind me who Mr. Levi is and if he's an original character or one from the comics? Also, if he did appear previously, when did he appear in this story?I could ask Hephaestus. This is his domain, and asking your patrons for stuff is acceptable Hellenistic practice. But that could cause all sorts of arcane spill over. No. I'll give Mr. Levi a chance to work his magic first.
Hephaestean, or however he spells his name.
Can someone remind me who Mr. Levi is and if he's an original character or one from the comics? Also, if he did appear previously, when did he appear in this story
I would have to assume Paragon here is already dredging Ambrose's magical knowledge. Though without practice, he'd struggle to make use of it, I suspect. I wonder how much he retains after losing the source?1st May 2013
14:39 GMT -5
"Huh." Ambrose waves a hand over the server. "Looks broken to me."
Dr. Cochin rolls his eyes. "If you feel unable to offer your services -even at LexCorps' expedited service rates- then please just say so. There are other magicians we can call upon, but please consider that they aren't familiar with the spells and that would leave Enginehead in Anarky's hands for longer."
...Somehow, i doubt it's pronounced how it's spelt. He's probably well aware of how his name sounds so super-villainy.Mr. Bierce shrugs. "You use anything magical making him?"
"I wasn't involved..?"
He turns to the lead researcher, a man who somehow became a legitimate scientist despite his parents christening him 'Rigoro Mortis'. I suppose that given that he works at LexCorp it's really only a matter of time.
...Better safe than sorry, I suppose.
I wonder if Ambrose has encountered any in the wild, so to speak. Just the sheer volume would have mages worldwide getting annoyed by them, surely. Unless they are so specifically anti-Lantern Scan that no-one else gets hampered but hem.Dr. Mortis shakes his head. "No, no magic. Not in his construction. We added some basic… 'Ward' signs to the casing specifically to prevent things like this."
"Normally, I'd roll my eyes, but Paul says that the ones you put on your paper is pretty effective."
So a proper spellcaster could just overpower the wards? Pity OL doesn't have that option."Actually." I frown, looking at Mr. Bierce. "Would those wards stop the record erasure spell?"
He looks extremely sceptical. "Working off background energy they absorb versus someone actually casting a spell? Where they can just power it up as much as they want, without anyone picking up on it? Wouldn't have thought so, but I suppose you could check."
Because your boss might object, and Lex... You don't want to experience his displeasure, methinks.I nod. "Doctor Mortis, are you able to show us the design? Please bear in mind that I'm literally incapable of using magic, have a better one tattooed onto my skin and I've already seem the paper version."
He gives me a faint frown. "I don't know why you felt obliged to add those justifications. We're cooperating on recovering Enginehead."
A good reminder that to most of the world, Lex is just a powerful CEO, not a suspected super-villain. Power of good publicity departments."Ah… Lex.. Luthor.. doesn't have the best relationship with Superman, and through him the rest of the Justice League. We're cooperating more closely at the moment because human civilisation is more important, but I know perfectly well that he is getting upset about how much power the League has over the reconstruction… I'm not sure how much you're allowed to share."
I thought so. Italian, of course. Probably a lazy immigration officer going 'that's too complicated. It's Mortis now.'"Look, I don't make policy decisions." He shakes his head. "Whatever's going on with the League and.. Mister Luthor, it's no concern of mine. And it's-."
Dr. Cochin snorts quietly.
"It's pronounced 'Mortice'. My grandparents got it changed at Ellis Island."
Ah, rhyming with Figaro. Most likely an old family name."I apologise, and will pronounce it correctly henceforth. And your first name is 'Rigoro'?"
"Rheegooro."
Dr. Cochin hums quietly as he calls up the design on the work station.
A refinement, then. Replacing the old little gods of vodun with modern zeitgeist archetypes."What's that? Vodun? You didn't keep working with Papa Midnite, did you?"
"The outline is based on vodun practices using more modern symbolism. The evocation of more modern forms of power."
...Oh, joy. To a talented magician, that's like leaving a post-it note with all your security passwords sitting on the monitor."Did the computer at the office have the same thing?"
Dr. Rigoro nods. "Yes, of course. They're all part of the same system. If we didn't ward everything, we might as well have not bothered."
Sympathetic magic. You left a giant express-lane right into Enginehead's central matrix.Mr. Bierce points. "Found your problem, then. 'Communication' and 'knowledge'."
"Enginehead is a synthetic intelligence. Why would that be a problem?"
By this point, I am amazed Ambrose isn't pounding his head on the wall. Or pounding their heads on the wall.I nod. "Because you've created a ward that as a core part of its design wants to allow communication. Do you have a wizard checking these regularly?"
"No."
And this idiots have no idea just how badly they fucked it up.Mr. Bierce sucks in air through his teeth, in a way which suggests that while the mechanic can make the repairs, buying a new vehicle might be cheaper.
"Can you trace it?"
I'm guessing that's magically significant somehow."Not a chance." He points to a series of glyphs. "This is good work, actually. You stuck a golden eagle in there?"
Dr. Rigoro nods. "Yes."
So it's like a safety fuse? Overload indicator? A clear visual alert that someone punched through the wardings?"Did it melt?"
"No. All of them were exactly as they were before the event happened."
On the other hand, he's at an age where kids learn like sponges, just soaking up things right quick.Mr. Bierce sighs. "Yeah. The boy's clever. If he just overpowered the ward, they'd probably have melted. High end correspondence ritual." He looks at me. "How intelligent is this boy?"
"Above average, but not super-intelligent. He shouldn't have been able to use super-intuition or anything like that."
Bribes or threats. A simple task for an anonymous online presence."So either he read the same spell book you did, or he got a picture from someone on the inside." He snorts. "No prizes for guessing which is most likely."
Dr. Rigoro pales. "Someone on..? The development team?"
"Or an I.T. technician, or a welder, or someone in logistics. Heck, if he asked someone while they were still Anti-Lifed, I don't think even Mister Luthor could really blame them. Or… Well, how much about how Enginehead was made was authorised for publication? He is intelligent enough to understand a technical document above his level."
If only to find out just how mystically compromised Lexcorp's networks are.He nods. "I'll… Have to notify Mister Beatty anyway."
I nod. "When you do, please ask if we can get permission for some magicians to join the investigation."
Ah, Levi? Might be a bit more than he's ready to handle, but probably more acceptable to Lex than the alternatives."Someone like.. Doctor Mist or Zatara?"
"Gosh no. They've got important things to do. We met a man in San Francisco who specialises in this sort of thing. The alternative…"
And I suspect Heph is still sorting things out in his own turf.I could ask Hephaestean. This is his domain, and asking your patrons for stuff is acceptable Hellenistic practice. But that could cause all sorts of arcane spill over. No. I'll give Mr. Levi a chance to work his magic first.
"The alternative?"
Kind of taking it as given they'll accept, eh? Not like they have many options, really.I shake my head. "Sorry. There are a few places I should check for mundane clues. Let me know when you've got permission and I'll pick him and his equipment up."
I raise my left hand to my forehead,
Sounds nice. And far enough to avoid the crazy so endemic to the central boroughs.step out
and appear in Gotham over what was once the Machin family home. It's actually on the outskirts, so that the estate agent advert probably doesn't mention Gotham at all. Garden was neat, interior decoration was warm and welcoming.
Not even a biological trace? Something to tap for a mystical search?A nice place to grow up.
Regular scan, sonic imaging, thermal and magnetic… No, it's just what it looks like.
Good, investigating Paragon's comics backstory. Presumably less advanced than in Earth Fifty-R. Or no SHADE to poke their nose in.I nod to myself before transitioning to Washington D.C. and the Monument therein. In the comics he built a base underneath it, so I send a few probes into the ground, digging and sending out ground-piercing radar pulses.
No, nothing here either.
Not much I can do now until Mr. Beatty gives the okay.
Rigoro Mortis.Maybe he does some digging and finds out, and that's what drives him towards supervillany.
Thank you, corrected.
Thank you, corrected.
Still there.
Alright, managed it this time.
General reminder that the Nox should be able to sense every single lie he just told.
while at the same time… Giving up their autonomy while still being able to experience a life of relative leisure isn't actually a terrible deal
… After a century they're unlikely to have any living family to go back to and they will experience things they never would without becoming a host
"Then"
General reminder that the Nox should be able to sense every single lie he just told.
Of which there were many.