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

Marvel doesn't really have non-x-gene telepaths,

The Rigellians would beg to differ.

And Moondragon as well.

Also, technically any non-mutant who gets ahold of the mind gem too.

M.O.D.O.K. too, maybe, but I don't think he counts here, because although he does have psionic abilities in the comics, I don't think EMH M.O.D.O.K. does.
 
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16th June 2012
20:31 GMT -5


Janet strides with nervous resolution into Henry's workshop, with me following slowly behind. I want to make sure that my friends actually resolve this, because it's clearly been a problem for over a year which they haven't sorted out, but at the same time it's a very personal thing and I want to be able to duck out the second one of them asks me to.
And conveniently dodges the initial relationship issue he was worried about them suffering from. Hopefully this doesn't end up with Hank pulling on the yellow-and-black long-johns and going full Yellowjacket.

"Ah, hey Hank. You…" She glances at the screen. "Working on something interesting?"

"You didn't come here to talk about my work, Jan."
Oh, boy. He is deep in the depressive state. Prime condition to trigger the mental break that produced Yellowjacket (Seriously, at one point, he refused to believe he was 'that milksop' hank Pym.)

"No, no, actually I… Did. Kind of." She takes a deep breath. "Uh."

Henry glances at me downcast, and then returns his attention to her. "You can just say it."
Bracing himself for bad news, I see...

"I'm sorry." He nods. "I didn't appreciate how important the work you've been trying to-. Been doing with the guys we haul in for SHIELD. I've.. been belittling it, and I shouldn't."

"Huh?"
...Only to be derailed by this fresh angle.

"I really like fighting people, making a difference-" She makes a fist with her right hand and swings it in a mock-punch. "-right there, and I like it when it was something we do together, but I… I wasn't being sensitive to how much you don't like it, and… Trying to make them better people is important too. Ah. I don't-. I don't think I've got anything to contribute to that.. side of things? But if you want to talk about it, I'll listen?"
And Hank can get into the righteous face-punching sometimes, too. Especially after the breakdown.

"A-?"

Err. Henry's sort of twitching, his eyes moving from Janet's hopeful face, to the floor, walls… Occasionally me. Ring, is he having a fit?
Or possibly a confused, silent freakout.

No. Patterns of neural activity consistent with high levels of emotional stress.

Yes, it's clearly something that's been a big problem for-. Wait.
'Stressed' is definitely his natural state a lot of the time.

Waiting.

He… Thought she was coming in here to break up with him. And she just jinked him.
Derailed his train of thought entirely, yup.

Janet takes an awkward step closer. "Hank? You okay?"

I mean, I'm a little unhappy that he thought I'd do that despite not having any intention of doing that, but I guess…
Pretty sure AMH!OL even said he wasn't interested in her that way. But when Hank's jumped that far to a conclusion, it's hard to walk it back.

"Uh. Yeah, I-. What changed your mind?"

Janet glances back at me, and I smile encouragingly. "I talked it over with Paul. And it made me realise that we need to do something with the guys we haul in. So, what you working on?"
Something more effective than 'dump in a condensed pile out on the East River.'

Hank blinks, then blinks again. Then he looks at me.

"You didn't need to do that."
Brother you don't even know the full extent of what he did for you. Just shut up and enjoy the result.

I shrug. "Bro code."

"Ah, huh?"
'Don't go after another bro's girl' is a big part, yes. Even if the bro thinks you are.

"Bro code. I did need to do that."

Janet frowns at me. "What you talking about?"
It's a guy thing, Jan, don't worry about it. It'll just make you go 'ugh, men' and shake your head...

I don't meet her eyes. "Certain things which were said to me in confidence. Uh. There are certain things a decent person should do in certain circumstances, and things a friend should do, and I can only apologise for taking this long about it."

She turns back to Henry. "Hank, what's he talking about?"
Oh, now you've got her curious. Hank's gonna have a hard time explaining it, I bet.

"It's-. I've…" He half-turns away and leans on a bench. Janet approaches him from behind and puts her right hand on his back in a supportive gesture. "With… Ultron and everything, it's… Not been a great year. I guess it's been… Getting to me."

"You didn't say anything? I mean, Ultron was really helpful against Kang, and… You didn't make him go crazy."
Not intentionally, no. But Hank does love to unknowingly sabotage everything somehow.

I nod. "We've all had our bad moments. Tony talked Simon Williams into becoming a supervillain and I got my arse kicked by a raccoon. And-." I hold up my left hand, ring sigil towards him. "Did I ever tell you about the people who made this?"

"I… Think you mentioned them once or twice. The… Controllers."
I'm sure Rocket was very interested in his Ring.

"They built a type of android that had the imposition of order as their highest good. When they were deployed, they decided that organic life was inherently disorderly and killed everything in their deployment zone, from space faring intelligent species to the smallest virus. By the time they issued the recall order it was too late." I shrug. "People a lot more intelligent that you have made far worse mistakes with A.I. technology. Learn from it, and move on."
Which is bad enough if it was just a solar system. But in the proper DC History, it was an entire 1/3,600th of the known universe. And even if the planets have recovered in the thousand... Millions? Of years since, they still did it.

"I, um. I-I don't know what to say."

I nod. "Okay. If you do want to talk to me about anything, I'll be around." I clench my left hand into a fist. "And you can reach me just about anywhere at any time." He nods back, clearly not entirely steady. "I'll… Leave you two to it for now, though."
Yeah, time to get the heck out of Dodge before the make-up canoodling begins.

"Paul-. Thanks."

I shrug, then turn around to leave. "What are friends for?"
Quite a lot, given how little care some of his take of themselves.

Huh. Felt a bit awkward, but I think that might have helped him. It's a shame that we don't really have… Anyone who's really good at that sort of thing around. Marvel doesn't really have non-x-gene telepaths, and neither of our leaders are the most sensitive of men.

And now I've got nothing to distract me while Anna Marie's at the Xavier Manor.
...Ah. Kind of buggered that angle up, then.

Or-.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a stone with an angular 'F' carved into it.
The Ansuz rune, I suspect. Or Fehu. Either is fitting for its use. Especially the latter, which represents 'Wealth'. Also 'Cattle', but that would also represent wealth...

Ring, are Thor or Amora in the Mansion?

No.
Concerned with revealing it in their presence, I see... They'd probably feel obliged to confiscate it for safety.

I bring the stone up to my lips, kiss it, and then raise it to my forehead.

"Dear Hela, I have a few hours available if you-."
...Especially if they know he was using it to make house calls to Hela Lokidottir.

The front door opens loudly, and someone-. Someone with a small body, stomps through. And since the internal defences haven't activated, I assume that it's someone who's supposed to be here. I transition into the entryway-.

Anna Marie halts mid-stomp, looking decidedly upset. "Hey Dad."
The teleport's on hold, right? I doubt he wants to get yoinked away to Niffleheim just yet.

I walk closer. "Did something happen?"

"Ah don't-. Ah don't think it was gunna work out."
Oh, heck. Did things go downhill after the cleanup?

"You, ah. You didn't have to rush home-. Did Doctor Stack give you a lift?"

"Yeah." She's not looking at me. "Ah'm jus' gunna go to mah room."
...Really downhill. Suspiciously so, given Aaron was on his best behaviour.

"Are you sure? It's not particularly late. You might feel better if you do something. I mean, it was probably a long shot, the two of you being compatible anyway."

"Yeah, ah'm sure." She stands there limply for a moment, then walks up to me and hugs me. "It wuz so humiliatin', Dad."
Not an uncommon gesture between them, given his protection from her power.

"I doubt it was really as bad asGRUGHUHUHUHUHUG!

Uhhhhh.
...On the other hand, I suppose there are powers that can bypass his defences, especially when they're so light in a tender moment...

Falling…

Going dark…
Buggeration, whatever that was must have been super-effective. Then again, he's merely in excellent shape for a human, not Cap's peak Human level.

Why is her face..?

Green..?
Ah, there's the Secret Invasion angle.

Toss… Toss the stone…

Uh.
With any luck, that is the signal for Hela to open the way for him. And when he doesn't come through, she'll be poking her raven-haired head through to check...

So, a Skrull posing as Rogue. I can see how that got him to lower his defences to the point it could zap him. Clearly they wanted to make sure his Ring was out of the picture or under their control before launching the invasion, given his capabilities. After all, while they can duplicate most terrestrial super-powers, a Power Ring's breadth would not be among that number...
 
Maybe they are 2 different timelines so they would count as seperate universes? 2 different versions of earth 16 and earth -16?

(If I recall correctly) In the context of the change to how time works, it was asked what kept Earth 16 Renegade and Earth 16 Self Insert stably separate timelines. Zoat claimed that in Earth 16 Renegade, it was five leaf clovers that were lucky, not four, but that this had never been relevant to the story.
 
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"They built a type of android that had the imposition of order as their highest good. When they were deployed, they decided that organic life was inherently disorderly and killed everything in their deployment zone, from space faring intelligent species to the smallest virus. By the time they issued the recall order it was too late." I shrug. "People a lot more intelligent that you have made far worse mistakes with A.I. technology. Learn from it, and move on."
'than'
 
The Rigellians would beg to differ.

And Moondragon as well.

Also, technically any non-mutant who gets ahold of the mind gem too.

M.O.D.O.K. too, maybe, but I don't think he counts here, because although he does have psionic abilities in the comics, I don't think EMH M.O.D.O.K. does.

Elektra and other high end martial artists like the Chaste. Shouldn't be too surprising, since Moondragon and Mantis were taught by Kree kung fu style monks.

Pretty much every sorceror- Using one's own internal energy for Charles Atlas psychic powers- telekinesis, telepathy, astral projection, is like basic magic. Dr Druid wasn't even taught actual spellcasting, just ritual magic and internal energy Charles Atlas psychic powers. Although he did actually learn magic spells later.

The two methods might actually be the same thing, though.

In the 30s Wolverine met the Ancient One. He was accompanied by a redheaded teenager who was whacking on people with a stick.

Which implies that Elektra and Dardevil's mentor, Stick, was in fact a student of the Ancient One. So there is probably a Marvel universe in which Matt Murdock is the Sorcerer Without Fear.
 
HappyHappy (part 14) New
1st September 2013
16:27 GMT -6


I'm not sure how legal it is in America, but the employment contracts of all of my employees allows for no-notice telepathic scans by g-gnome of any employee working in a high security area, which includes just about anything relating to the dolmen gates themselves. And by 'no-notice', I mean that the person being scanned doesn't get told about it when it happens, during it happening or after it's happened. I put the proviso in mostly to guard against supervillain-related corporate espionage, but it looks like Lex Luthor has realised that acting against me in order to shore up his market share would have very adverse effects on the reconstruction effort.

He's probably not going to give me more than a year, but I'll take it.

So Bleez is carrying a g-pooka (riding on her back) and a couple of g-gnomes into the roof of the administration building while I walk in through the front door. It's been a while since I've had cause to wear a suit, but this requires 'businessman' and not 'superhero', and certainly not 'killer of millions'. I'm not doing an audit because I've got no idea how to do that, no standard to which the office should be formally held and I'm honestly not sure if there are any auditing firms left, but I can just walk in and ask to talk to anyone. Because the Cadbury Logistics business is a P.L.C. rather than a sole trader company I can't just do whatever I want, but even if I can't technically fire any employee I want at will the majority owner can still get most things he wants.

"Good afternoon, do you oh my God!"

I nod and smile politely at the receptionist as I stand next to the desk.

"If that's true, thank you, but I'm not interested in founding a cult at this time. Traditionally, Hellenistic demigods wait until after their death and apotheosis to do things like that."

"…huh?"

"I'm sorry, whenever anyone says that I feel the need to make a joke out of it. My hit rate is less than one in seven, and you're pushing it towards-"

"Oh! Because you're-! You worship the Greek gods!"

"-eight."

"I mean, I didn't mean that I was going to worship you, I just-."

"I know, you were just surprised." 7.6. "Is Mister Klein in?"

"For you? I can't image he won't be. Would you like to take a seat while I find him for you?"

"Thank you."

I take a seat in the waiting area, loosening my muscles-

"Mister Klein-? Get him!"

-and trying to work out how to look professional when dealing with a shipping executive two decades older than me and with significantly more experience. He-. Hm. Given how many people Cadbury Shipping employs it wasn't practical for me to subject all of them to telepathic screening, and the head of Hub City operations is exactly on the 'no scan' side of the cut off.

Which is changing now, and I… I don't want to be that paranoid. I've given just about everyone working in Hub City a once-over with my own empathic abilities and they're all pretty motivated. No pure bad actors amongst them; the worst were intelligently self-interested. It was a pleasant surprise, actually. But that doesn't mean that someone hasn't found an additional revenue stream that they shouldn't.

"He is here, Phil-. Yes!"

In a sense, that's part of his job. In another sense, some types of item are supposed to get referred up the chain. And 'legal highs' are very much one of those types. As are novel medicines. Because we operate in so many countries and not every medicine is licensed everywhere and the regulatory authorities of other countries aren't in any better state than the F.D.A. is. And magical medicine…

So I need to find out-.

"Paul!"

Phillip Klein comes down the stairs at speed, desire networks more or less as I remember them. With the added 'make sure that the big boss isn't angry and then politely encourage him to leave', which makes sense under the circumstances.

I stand up and accept his handshake. "Phillip, thank you for meeting me."

"I think I have to! Ah, do you want to go to my office, or-?"

I transition us both up to his office.

"…okay. Ah." He walks around to his side of his desk. "What's the problem?"

"Happy."

"Ah. Yeah? Pay and benefits are good, the view-. It's Hub, but I can see the building they're doing-."

"No, not-. I mean, I'm glad that you're satisfied in your employment, I'm talking about the psychoactive patches which induce emotions is the people who use them." I take a sample I confiscated from Bleez's visitors out of subspace and pass it to him. "These things."

"Oh." He nods. "What about them?"

"Are we shipping them?"

"Not as far as I know. This is… Edward's project, right?"

"I have heard his name mentioned in connection to them, yes."

"It's not coming through the portal. I think he just makes them at home. Are they dangerous?"

"One variety induces a few hours of intense anger, and it's on sale to the general public. There's nothing to say that the person who buys it will be the person who uses it; we're selling the ability to manipulate other people's emotions. And then there's the fact that in at least one case I personally observed, the magic which makes it work went wrong and the user would have overdosed if I hadn't been there."

I looked through police incident reports to see if there were any misattributed deaths that could be caused by the drugs, but since I'm not sure what the symptoms would be I didn't come up with anything.

"Okay, that's…" He nods. "That's dangerous. Do you want me to call him in?"

I scan the building, and-. Oh, he is here. This is going to be easy. "Yes, please."

He nods, picks up his handset and dials a number.

"Hey, Carole, could you send Edward to my office?" … "Maybe a little. The Big Boss is here."

"Though to be clear, top priority to me is finding the source. If it's him, great, I'll put him in touch with my alchemy contacts and sponsor him to create something safe and marketable. If not, then I'll want him to provide me with their details."

"Yeah, it's about the… Yeah, the patches. Turns out it's a-. Something like that. Okay? Thanks."

He puts the phone down. "He's on his way."

"Thank y-" His phone rings. "-ou."

"Aah, d'you mind?"

"Go right ahead. I can talk to him outside if it's vital."

He picks up the phone. "Phil-. Carole, what-? Ah, yeah, good call, I'll tell him." He takes the phone away from his ear. "Edward's having some kind of seizure-."

I transition out of his office at once.
 
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You did die several times now and have grown stronger, so you may wanna start founding that cult.

He certainly counts as a Hero, which in Hellenic Paganism should qualify him for a cult since in Ancient Greece Heroes were a lot like Catholic Saints complete with Worshippers/Cultists.
 
1st September 2013
16:27 GMT -6


I'm not sure how legal it is in America, but the employment contracts of all of my employees allows for no-notice telepathic scans by g-gnome of any employee working in a high security area, which includes just about anything relating to the dolmen gates themselves. And by 'no-notice', I mean that the person being scanned doesn't get told about it when it happens, during it happening or after it's happened. I put the proviso in mostly to guard against supervillain-related corporate espionage, but it looks like Lex Luthor has realised that acting against me in order to shore up his market share would have very adverse effects on the reconstruction effort.
I suspect that'll have to be curtailed once things start to get back to normal, if only in America. Especially the whole 'thought police' angle that will inevitably get touted when the press learn of it. Americans tend to be jumpy that way.

He's probably not going to give me more than a year, but I'll take it.
If nothing else, he's probably already working on telepathic baffles that can project not a blank spot but a perfectly innocent pattern to fool telepaths. After all, being unable to scan someone would be as suspicious as actively hostile thoughts.

So Bleez is carrying a g-pooka (riding on her back) and a couple of g-gnomes into the roof of the administration building while I walk in through the front door. It's been a while since I've had cause to wear a suit, but this requires 'businessman' and not 'superhero', and certainly not 'killer of millions'. I'm not doing an audit because I've got no idea how to do that, no standard to which the office should be formally held and I'm honestly not sure if there are any auditing firms left, but I can just walk it and ask to talk to anyone. Because the Cadbury Logistics business is a P.L.C. rather than a sole trader company I can't just do whatever I want, but even if I can't technically fire any employee I want at will the majority owner can still get most things he wants.
Wealth has its privileges, after all. And you can probably make good estimates of their culpability based on their reactions.

"Good afternoon, do you oh my God!"

I nod and smile politely at the receptionist as I stand next to the desk.
Seeing 'the Cadbury's guy' just walk in is probably a shock, yes. Even if she isn't aware of the highest ranks of the organisational chart, she'd recognise your face.

"If that's true, thank you, but I'm not interested in founding a cult at this time. Traditionally, Hellenistic demigods wait until after their death and apotheosis to do things like that."

"…huh?"
I mean, you do have the 'death' angle covered. And Apotheosis is only a matter of time.

"I'm sorry, whenever anyone says that I feel the need to make a joke out of it. My hit rate is less than one in seven, and you're pushing it towards-"

"Oh! Because you're-! You worship the Greek gods!"

"-eight."
And I'm sure he hears it quite often if he has that much of a running joke about it.

"I mean, I didn't mean that I was going to worship you, I just-."

"I know, you were just surprised." 7.6. "Is Mister Klein in?"
OL's not really the kind of 'god' to need or want much in the way of worship, anyway. I suspect any cult under him would be expected to put themselves towards the betterment of those they have proprietary feelings towards.

"For you? I can't imagine he won't be. Would you like to take a seat while I find him for you?"

"Thank you."
Really, this part is a formality. The second OL knows he's available, he can be by the guy's side instantly...

I take a seat in the waiting area, loosening my muscles-

"Mister Klein-? Get him!"
...But it doesn't make the waiting any less awkward, especially if people are a bit panicked by your arrival.

-and trying to work out how to look professional when dealing with a shipping executive two decades older than me and with significantly more experience. He-. Hm. Given how many people Cadbury Shipping employs it wasn't practical for me to subject all of them to telepathic screening, and the head of Hub City operations is exactly on the 'no scan' side of the cut off.
Ah, that's a bit of a blind spot, then. Let's hope he isn't doing anything under the table OL might have to arrest him for. Good staff are hard to find, after all.

Which is changing now, and I… I don't want to be that paranoid. I've given just about everyone working in Hub City a once-over with my own empathic abilities and they're all pretty motivated. No pure bad actors amongst them; the worst were intelligently self-interested. It was a pleasant surprise, actually. But that doesn't mean that someone hasn't found an additional revenue stream that they shouldn't.
And it's not to hard to encourage that self-interest towards the betterment of the company as a whole without messing with desire networks.

"He is here, Phil-. Yes!"

In a sense, that's part of his job. In another sense, some types of item are supposed to get referred up the chain. And 'legal highs' are very much one of those types. As are novel medicines. Because we operate in so many countries and not every medicine is licensed everywhere and the regulatory authorities of other countries aren't in any better state than the F.D.A. is. And magical medicine…
Quite the snarl of legalities and liabilities, then.

So I need to find out-.

"Paul!"

Phillip Klein comes down the stairs at speed, desire networks more or less as I remember them. With the added 'make sure that the big boss isn't angry and then politely encourage him to leave', which makes sense under the circumstances.
So far so good, then. No concerned urge to hide something OL almost certainly doesn't already know about.

I stand up and accept his handshake. "Phillip, thank you for meeting me."

"I think I have to! Ah, do you want to go to my office, or-?"
Yes, this chat might be best in private.

I transition us both up to his office.

"…okay. Ah." He walks around to his side of his desk. "What's the problem?"
Heh, retreating into regular behaviour as a defence mechanism. And the desk is probably tough enough to serve as cover if things go bad.

"Happy."

"Ah. Yeah? Pay and benefits are good, the view-. It's Hub, but I can see the building they're doing-."
Even at this stage, it's mostly going to be construction scaffolds and cranes, I suspect.

"No, not-. I mean, I'm glad that you're satisfied in your employment, I'm talking about the psychoactive patches which induce emotions in the people who use them." I take a sample I confiscated from Bleez's visitors out of subspace and pass it to him. "These things."

"Oh." He nods. "What about them?"
Not a user, then, I would hope. Evidently they aren't particularly well-known yet.

"Are we shipping them?"

"Not as far as I know. This is… Edward's project, right?"
Something discovered off-screen, was it? 🤔 A local manager, I take it? Because the only 'Edward' I can think of with any relation would be Eddie Nygma...

"I have heard his name mentioned in connection to them, yes."

"It's not coming through the portal. I think he just makes them at home. Are they dangerous?"
Probably not the Riddler, then. 😏 Also, at home? Geez, I'm picturing 'bathtub gin' level of crude.

"One variety induces a few hours of intense anger, and it's on sale to the general public. There's nothing to say that the person who buys it will be the person who uses it; we're selling the ability to manipulate other people's emotions. And then there's the fact that in at least one case I personally observed, the magic which makes it work went wrong and the user would have overdosed if I hadn't been there."
And in most cases, an angry person tends to be a dangerous person, as seen in many police bodycam videos.

I looked through police incident reports to see if there were any misattributed deaths that could be caused by the drugs, but since I'm not sure what the symptoms would be I didn't come up with anything.

"Okay, that's…" He nods. "That's dangerous. Do you want me to call him in?"
Yes, I can already picture him worrying about civil lawsuits, never mind criminal prosecutions.

I scan the building, and-. Oh, he is here. This is going to be easy. "Yes, please."

He nods, picks up his handset and dials a number.
Well, won't be a short trip, then.

"Hey, Carole, could you send Edward to my office?" … "Maybe a little. The Big Boss is here."

"Though to be clear, top priority to me is finding the source. If it's him, great, I'll put him in touch with my alchemy contacts and sponsor him to create something safe and marketable. If not, then I'll want him to provide me with their details."
'Big Boss', heh. Sadly, I doubt OL could rock the Tactical Espionage Action look nearly as well as him..

"Yeah, it's about the… Yeah, the patches. Turns out it's a-. Something like that. Okay? Thanks."

He puts the phone down. "He's on his way."
Sounds like 'Edward' already had concerns about them.

"Thank y-" His phone rings. "-ou."

"Aah, d'you mind?"

"Go right ahead. I can talk to him outside if it's vital."
Hopefully he isn't trying to flee. He'd have to know it wouldn't do anything to help his position.

He picks up the phone. "Phil-. Carole, what-? Ah, yeah, good call, I'll tell him." He takes the phone away from his ear. "Edward's having some kind of seizure-."

I transition out of his office at once.
Well, that's concerning!

The question is, was that seizure his own doing via an overdose and a guilty conscience, or did someone else pull the strings of the emotional mystic connection the patches use? It's unlikely OL won't be able to counteract an overdose, given his existing experience with that kid earlier. Which means he will be getting something out of Edward...
 
Is this Nigma, or some other Edward we've met before?

(Stupid thought: the only other fictional Edward I can think of is an old blue locomotive. I guess that *might* be a series Zoat is familiar with?)
 
The question is, was that seizure his own doing via an overdose and a guilty conscience, or did someone else pull the strings of the emotional mystic connection the patches use? It's unlikely OL won't be able to counteract an overdose, given his existing experience with that kid earlier. Which means he will be getting something out of Edward...
If it's anything like the similar patches from Doctor Who, then there's a good chance that there's also things like 'forget' patches floating around (was used for things like forgetting family members who died existed in the show).

Seizure might be from having a large chunk of memory be erased all of a sudden either by himself or his supplier.
 
If it's anything like the similar patches from Doctor Who, then there's a good chance that there's also things like 'forget' patches floating around (was used for things like forgetting family members who died existed in the show).
i though this was emotion inducer

how can you induce the feeling of forgetting

does that count as an emotion
 
This "Meanwhile, on Earth 8096" arc has been jumping around a lot. It's hard to tell what the narrative throughline is.
Basically, it's following the general narrative throughline of Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, which is an amazing show that you really should watch, with Wolverine and the X-Men, nominally in the same universe but never officially crossed over (bar Wolverine appearing in one epsiode of EMH as one of the Substitute Avengers) being fully integrated here.

The first bit (I forget where the link is) had EMH!OL with the Avengers when they were scattered around the Nine Realms by Loki at the end of EMH S1, which is where he met and got to know Hela. Another bit had him tip off Magneto about Sublime. The Meanwhile on Earth 8096 series proper begin with Paul, apparently having recently joined the Avengers, helping thaw out Captain America (given his conversation with Janet here establishes he wasn't there for the initial-Assemblage Graviton fight, he clearly joined soon after, as there was only one episode between that fight and Cap's introduction) (episode: "Living Legend"). The events of Kang the Conqueror's invasion of his past ("The Man Who Stole Tomorrow", "Come the Conqueror", "The Kang Dynasty") took place 'off screen' after that but have been referenced, then came the Nine Realms scattering ("This Hostage Earth", "The Fall of Asgard", "A Day Unlike Any Other").

Then we have an X-Men focused bit with Paul adopting Rogue; after that we had the part where canonically Enchantress sought revenge on the Masters of Evil ("Acts of Vengeance") but, instead, here OL found her and convinced her to play the long game in her pursuit of Thor, resulting in her functionally becoming an Avengers affiliate and Skurge apprently straight-up signing up. Ronan's attemped annexation of Earth by the Kree was next ("Welcome to the Kree Empire").

Canonically next was the Secret Invasion adaptation (four episodes direct, two others set after the first not directly relating but having buildup as the B-plot). Here that's the first major deviation as it's clearly been pushed back in the timeline versus the show's - presumably because the Skrulls aren't stupid and took extra time to prepare to make sure they were able to nab this Lantern guy who potentially posed a major threat to their plan - which meant we got Paul heading off Hank Pym's meltdown ("Ultron Unlimited", "Yellowjacket") entirely first, with Rogue and Machine Man attending the X-Prom at the same time.

And now, the Skrulls, entering stage left. (And unaware that their so-far going-off-well plan may well be literally about to go straight to Hel.)
 

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