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If he's talking about the Nazi world Supergirl then I think she was called Angelika.
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IIRC (but note that it's been years since I really watched the cartoon, so my memory may be way off) the YJ-verse versions of the characters often seem to be oddly lacking in intelligence and creativity, except when they need to jump to conclusions to try to convince the audience that they're doing deductive or inductive reasoning.Wait this universe Superman never figured out freeze breath why? Does he not experiment with his powers?
Ah, Robin and Match again. Only fair, they were in the middle of a fight when we left them... And seriously, Mitchell still hasn't thought of a better hero name than 'Match'?17th February 2013
18:08 GMT
"There's no off-switch!"
"And it's surprisingly flame-. Ah! Flame resistant!"
On the upside, they won't be quite as smart about the fighting as they would have been under her command. Unless she really was that good a coder.The woman laying on the floor under the control console was a pretty good programmer. She's only been down about thirty seconds before the robot soldiers went autonomous. And it was only ten seconds after that that the two on guard duty outside-
I jump back and twist to throw an EMP batarang as a laser beam flashes through the air! I hit-. I miss the laser gun and hit the heavily insulated armour, the electrical discharge doing nothing at all to the robot.
-charged inside.
In other words, he's not pulling it anywhere, and all wrapped up like that, he's got no leverage otherwise..."Try freezing it!"
Match has got, like, three arms wrapped around him. They were bouncing him off the floor, but they gave up when it didn't work and how they're just trying to choke him out. Doesn't look like it's all that strong but it's super-flexible and kryptonian physical strength is way greater than their flying strength.
Bit slow-moving, I see. Guess their target tracking isn't up to near-superspeed.I back flip towards the creepy green incinerator as the other guard robot aims its laser at where I was, slashing through the air and melting the stone on the far side. I'm actually kinda impressed.
Smoke bomb. Actually-
Hope your smoke bombs can also disrupt thermal imaging, then. ...What am I saying, they were designed by Batman. Of course they do.I land and roll as the ceiling robot trying to hug Match to death fires a spare arm at me.
-let's make that two. I think they're using optic identification but they might have infrared vision. It's not that hard to make a camera that sees a little further into the red.
Pity you didn't pack some super-acid to splash against their laser and optical apertures. But that could easily backfire on you."Kinda hard to do if I can't-"
Okay, if EMP isn't going to work, I could try gel crystal. Have to get it right before they fire. The two robots are spreading out-
And yes, they did have arrows that silly."-ugh-"
-and I guess a dead cat arrow might actually be useful as a distraction right now. Have to tell Roy when we get back.
Ooh, awkward, with a kryptonian as your partner. At least you warned him in time."-concentrate!"
"Flashbang!"
The flashbang flies into the face of the ceiling robot and explodes, light and sound hopefully overwhelming its sensors. Match has ducked his head and closed his eyes, which-. Well, he'll still be deafened, but he can still see.
Because yes, Kryptonian martial arts are that bullshit powerful...He grabs the arm around his neck with both hands, brings it up to his eyes and exhales, and a layer of frost forms on the metal as it super cools. Superman didn't used to be able to do that, but thanks to Angela all the full kryptonians on Earth can kinda force the air in their lungs to stop vibrating and then breath it out, absorbing all of the heat from the surrounding area as it starts vibrating again. I can feel the chill from-.
Although you still seem to occasionally forget you are super-strong. Eh, give it another couple of years, you'll be used to it...Whoops.
The sudden change in air pressure in the room blows a hold in my smoke clouds and I just push off the floor without thinking about it. The lasers flash underneath me as I hit the ceiling face-first and I'm reminded again that being a metahuman is actually pretty great because without the Danner formula? I'd have broken my nose at best.
Who says its eyes are in its' body? Could well be using cameras in the room to triangulate and coordinate its movements."Y-ah!"
I hit the ground and dive out of the line of fire of the robots, getting just enough time to see Match shatter the metal of the arm and free himself before I throw another smoke grenade, roll and dive in the opposite direction. The hug-in-the-box-bot throws its remaining arms at the ground and pulls its bulk down right on top of Match, who breathes freezing air at it again as it descends. It should still be blinded, so how is it-? Vibrations, maybe?
Okay, one down. Still have to deal with its grabby arms, but at least it can't fry you.Hit the ground, roll and throw smoke and keep going, preparing a liquid crystal batarang-. Now!
Two lasers point where I would have been if I'd repeated the dodge I used last time, and my batarang hits the closest before it can fire. There's a flash of red as the focusing crystal takes the brunt of the energy from the laser beam and has a meltdown, wrecking the laser.
...Yeah, I would think so. Impressive that they managed it, mind.Okay, that works.
I scurry past the woman, who's still unconscious. After I had to drug myself last time, Doctor Mist and Blue Lantern came up with a better way to get someone who'd been Anti-Lifed back on their feet. Liquid hope, with a nebuliser. It's really obvious in an Anti-Life zone when we use it, but I think we're already kinda obvious.
I bet the other didn't take a shot because he was next to her. Safety protocols for the win.Stick it over her mouth, hit the switch and jump as the robot without a gun tries charging me down. Twist and push off the ceiling and slap a anti-armor charge on its back, dodge because it can rotate one-eighty at the waist and then dodge again because the explosion threw it at me.
Dead?
No reason for it to be limited to human ranges of motion, after all. Should have expected that, kid.If it was designed like a human body then I just took out its neck above the shoulders, so that should be it as far as signals from the head go, but there's a small chance that its brain is in its chest or it uses short-range radio transmitters instead of wires. I didn't pick anything up before, but I'll know if it does it now.
I scramble and stick another charge on its back just in-.
Its arms reverse and grab me!
At least he can be a bit freer with the explosives because they won't really hurt him unless he catches one to the face. Danner Formula for the win.My computer pings a 'transmission detected' message as I shove my hands at its chest and try and stop it bear hugging me! Can't shout to get help from Match because the other robot will aim at the sound! Okay, think it through. Shift to the left-. Yes, it's just grabbing anything it can get hold of. It can't see to change its grip. So if I… Push… And get my knee between the chassis and my chest… I can push… Get a little space, grab another charge and stick it on the arm just below the shoulder and blow it!
Heh. Amusing, but still dangerous.BOOM!
The left arm loses all its strength, fingers still gripping but with no link to the upper arm its got no leverage. I slide out that way, its right arm clanking against its chest and then feeling around so try and find me.
If they were smarter, you know that one would be giving the shooter a dirty look.That's kinda sad.
Then the other robot shoots it, and the laser burns right through the metal. Doesn't stop it trying to find me, it just makes it look more pathetic.
Waiting to see...
Smart move. No point rushing out of cover until you can predict their firing pattern.The laser flashes out again. Five second recharge time run.
I pound across the stone floor, through the smoke and into the open where the robot is backing up. Guess it heard me. Not going to make it. Three. Draw crystal gel batarang and throw-.
Not quite 'faster than a speeding bullet', but he's still young. Man, his Nightwing identity is going to feel like that one Generations version who's half-kryptonian.The laser explodes, knocking the robot sideways and I'm sliding under it and reversing direction to slap charges on its upper and lower spine and jumping clear.
"Match, you-" The charges go off and the robot collapses. "-okay in-"
...I'd say Match is just fine.The weird pile of springs and arms shimmers slightly with frost, then shatters into super cooled metal fragments!
"-there?"
Still got a bit to learn, though. A bit of superspeed vibration would have warmed him up just fine, surely.Match brushes off the metal and then shivers, rubbing his arms together for warmth.
"Yeah. Know who she is yet?"
...Welp. Grab her and run?"Not yet. I'm gunna take a look at the computer while we wait for her to wake-"
Something big slams into the door. It holds, but the other robots are only gunna keep coming.
I can hear the unspoken sigh. And I suppose they do want to get some data...
Na, they 100% could do freeze breath in the cartoon.IIRC (but note that it's been years since I really watched the cartoon, so my memory may be way off) the YJ-verse versions of the characters often seem to be oddly lacking in intelligence and creativity, except when they need to jump to conclusions to try to convince the audience that they're doing deductive or inductive reasoning.
If he's talking about the Nazi world Supergirl then I think Zhe was called Angelika.
Thank you, corrected.If he's talking about the Nazi world Supergirl then I think Zhe was called Angelika.
hold -> hole
so -> to
Thank you, corrected.
Just found this error. That should say 'breathe'.He grabs the arm around his neck with both hands, brings it up to his eyes and exhales, and a layer of frost forms on the metal as it super cools. Superman didn't used to be able to do that, but thanks to Angelika all the full kryptonians on Earth can kinda force the air in their lungs to stop vibrating and then breath it out, absorbing all of the heat from the surrounding area as it starts vibrating again. I can feel the chill from-.
'She'd'?She's only been down about thirty seconds before the robot soldiers went autonomous.
'and now'They were bouncing him off the floor, but they gave up when it didn't work and how they're just trying to choke him out.
'an anti-armor'Twist and push off the ceiling and slap a anti-armor charge on its back, dodge because it can rotate one-eighty at the waist and then dodge again because the explosion threw it at me.
Thank you, corrected.
Superman/Kryptonians actually don't have that power (and a few others) in YJ canon. Zoat must have gotten it from AskGreg since Weisman likes the universe to be relatively streamlined. You might be mixing up some scenes of the freezing villains.Na, they 100% could do freeze breath in the cartoon.
That was just one of the nerfs Zoat threw at Kryptonians so this Self Insert could have things easier.
website source said:Flight, Strength, enhanced Invulnerability, Heat Vision, telescopic vision, microscopic vision, X-Ray vision, infrared vision, super hearing, enhanced speed. That's pretty much it. No super-breath. No super-hypnosis.
Na, they 100% could do freeze breath in the cartoon.
That was just one of the nerfs Zoat threw at Kryptonians so this Self Insert could have things easier.
That should say 'was'."Ah yes, what as it? One innocent soul every five years? And she gets to puppet you in the meantime? Whether she'd make that sort of deal with me or not is irrelevant; I wouldn't make it with her, and even if I was willing the Source has first claim. Issue is… You know about my children?"
Can the Renegade take on the First of the Fallen? Or is he just bluffing to make John more agreeable to helping him out?"I imagine that the souls of the older children went to Triskele, she threw a wobbler when she found out that one of her girls got close to breaking away and altered the minds of her children during their transformation. If so, what I want to do is get them their memories back, ideally without having to launch an invasion of Hell myself."
"… Right. Pretty sure their boss could take you."
"Didn't you once send him back to Hell by tricking him into drinking holy water?"
"… Yeah. That caused a bunch more problems."
"I'll buy two super soakers. Any idea if that's actually something Triskele would do?"
That should say 'by'."A word of prophecy, then. In his current state he's ridiculously easy to manipulate my any of your enemies. If you don't take action…"
They seem irritated, but in a 'what did we think would happen when we agreed to play cards with a wizard' sort of way, rather than a 'let's slash his tires' sort of way.
"What do you know about Triskele?"
"About as much as anyone. Don't think she'd make a deal with you
"She didn't recognise her brother, and claimed not to recognise the version of events I relayed to her
"… Right. Pretty sure their boss could take you."
"Didn't you once send him back to Hell by tricking him into drinking holy water
Can the Renegade take on the First of the Fallen? Or is he just bluffing to make John more agreeable to helping him out
Na, they 100% could do freeze breath in the cartoon.
That was just one of the nerfs Zoat threw at Kryptonians so this Self Insert could have things easier.
Admittedly, the few times he hasn't, it never ended well for anyone. Such is the life of being a bottom-rung hedge-wizard who keeps getting dragged into things way above his pay-grade.17th February 2013
11:08 GMT -7
I spot John Constantine as he leaves a poker game, cheerfully waving to the now light-walletted FBI agents he just fleeced. They seem irritated, but in a 'what did we think would happen when we agreed to play cards with a wizard' sort of way, rather than a 'let's slash his tires' sort of way.
John's usually pretty good at judging that sort of thing.
Wouldn't be much of a confidence trickster if he couldn't keep a tight rein on his reactions, after all.And then he spots me, and just shrugs-. Wait. Oh, he's good. He tenses up slightly, but the change in his actual physique is so small that I didn't notice it until I gave him a scan.
Just the man I need.
I don't think you could meet the stakes the Renegade can play for."Mister Constantine. Augmenting your salary with the tears of rubes?"
"Why?" He fishes out a cigarette and sticks it in his mouth. "Want a game?"
Ah, the tired sigh of a man put upon too many times to expect anything but the worst outcome."No, never liked poker. Listen, I'd like your help with a demon problem."
He sucks in air through his teeth, then pointedly exhales. Then he fishes his lighter out of his coat pocked, removes the cigarette from his-
Oh, don't say that, Renegade. That'll just make his bad mood worse. A man willing to pay any price is either in very deep trouble, or has little knowledge of the value of what he's spending..."Look, if you're trying to push the price up you should know that I'd rather just pay what you want rather than-"
-mouth and then lights the end before returning it to his mouth and pocketing the lighter.
Well, they're probably busy with their own affairs. You look pretty much between jobs right now."-go through the rigmarole."
"Don't… Don't you have other people you can talk to about things like this?"
It's more because stomping into Hell would annoy all manner of people."You have a certain amount of field experience that lends itself to finessing problems rather than brute forcing them. My issue right now is that while the actual demands on my time are perfectly manageable, the potential demands on my time are immense. I could escalate the confrontation… Pretty much all the way, but I don't want to."
"Because… You're known for being subtle, yeah..?"
And you're worried that you can't make a threat against him that you could back up?"Mister Constantine. I make you nervous. I accept that. That's why I avoid you as much as possible despite Sunset working here. But-."
"That's not it. Reason I jerked Alec around so much is because… You need to be able to smack someone down, even if you don't want to. It's like… Mutually assured destruction. A threat you don't want to unleash, but you want everyone to know you could."
...And you're not about to correct any faulty assumptions if it's to your benefit, eh?"I am familiar with the idea, yes." I frown. "Wait, have you been using my name like that?"
"No. But people know that we know each other."
Well done, John... You nearly talked your boss into skipping your consulting fee."I mean, I don't mind. I'm a shareholder in this school, so implying something that's true doesn't offend me, but if I'm acting as your guarantor then I'm not paying you for this job."
He exhales sharply through his teeth, half-turning away. "So what is it?"
Well, that remains up in the air..."What do you know about Triskele?"
"About as much as anyone. Don't think she'd make a deal with you."
Hopefully nothing bad, I trust?"Ah yes, what as it? One innocent soul every five years? And she gets to puppet you in the meantime? Whether she'd make that sort of deal with me or not is irrelevant; I wouldn't make it with her, and even if I was willing the Source has first claim. Issue is… You know about my children?"
"Heard a few things."
Oh, the Renegade knows many things. Some of them he can even share with people."Given that you killed their father, I think it would behoove-" He gurn-winces. "-you to pay a little more attention."
"Didn't think you knew about that."
Heh. Reasonable, given the information you claimed you had..."Yes, it's almost like I employ a legion of literal mind-readers or something. I'm not criticising you for doing it; he was a murderer and his children would almost certainly have been worse under his guidance. Did you ever find out who the mother was?"
"No. We figured that his brood would be vampires. New ones. Wouldn't be strong enough to cross running water."
Yes, well, that part's more or less accurate. They have gotten better, though."Good effort, but I found your ritual site. Try again, but without the lying."
"Fuck, fine. We knew him and the succubus were up to something on the island. Didn't know what it was, didn't see the kids. We just stuck a general purpose binding and got out, because if they'd have found us they'd have killed us."
Of course, if you were sure, you wouldn't be here.A deceiver unmasked is still a deceiver, but I'd like to get him into the habit of lying to me just a little less. It certainly helps that one of his colleagues on that job sided with the Masons and got a full mental trawl before being put in permanent detainment.
"You know that I adopted the youngest. The eldest were eaten by the youngest. The very oldest was called Caroline, and a few hours ago we summoned a succubus of that name. Don't know for certain it was her-."
No, you don't think she recognised her brother. That little twitch could have been anything, yes, but knowing this universe and its love of coincidences..."Could be. Usually takes longer to turn souls into demons, but if she was mostly demon anyway…"
"She didn't recognise her brother, and claimed not to recognise the version of events I relayed to her. Obvious question: can demons tell direct lies to their summoners?"
A lie by omission, eh? Just the sort of rules-lawyering you'd expect of Hell."Yeah. For some stuff. A deal's a deal, so if you want them to tell you something honestly you got to make it part of the deal. Outside of that they can tell you whatever they want. Or just keep stumm."
"Can they be compelled to honesty?"
Well, if Sunset's monitor was correct, they probably have her true name..."Yeah. Get their full true name, get the right bindings on them, put them in so much pain that they'll swear on their true name that they're telling the truth… Other than that, it's like anyone else."
"How much do you know about the process of turning mortal souls into demons?"
And besides, how many times has that little stunt bitten you in the ass now, John?"Did it, once. Bit of demon blood, a few of my worst parts, one of the better parts and the soul of a inveterate sinner. Mix it all up… And you've got a demon. More or less."
"The normal process."
I suspect he tries not to think about that inevitability."No. Got the impression it's not a lot of fun, but that's it."
"Given your profession and likely ultimate destination, don't-" He shivers. "-you think it might be worth putting a little more research time into it?"
Huh. Not an unreasonable hypothesis given what he's observed..He turns back to look me directly in the eyes. "Where are you going with this?"
"I imagine that the souls of the older children went to Triskele, she threw a wobbler when she found out that one of her girls got close to breaking away and altered the minds of her children during their transformation. If so, what I want to do is get them their memories back, ideally without having to launch an invasion of Hell myself."
Being dumb doesn't mean he's not powerful. Just consider yourself, Renegade."… Right. Pretty sure their boss could take you."
"Didn't you once send him back to Hell by tricking him into drinking holy water?"
...Well, I suspect she'd have as much trouble with Holy Water as he did. Oh, wait, you meant the children."… Yeah. That caused a bunch more problems."
"I'll buy two super soakers. Any idea if that's actually something Triskele would do?"
...Probably more than you'd care to pay, methinks."If it's messed up, she'd do it."
"Any idea what she'd want to undo it?"
Ah, now we get to the meat of the deal. Getting John to risk himself."More stuff. Doubt it'd be anything you'd want to give."
"Can you find out without too much risk?"
In other words, suitably Constantine means."Maybe. Easiest way would be to just ask her. Pretty sure the boss lady could summon her and keep her in the circle."
"It may come to that. I'd appreciate it if you could try with subtler means first."
I hope you've made sure that only the intended target can draw power, Renegade. Or is the unspoken offer that you're letting Constantine have that access?"Getting volunteered, am I?"
"I understand that your brother in law has gotten a bit stuck with a crisis of faith." I take a transmission node out of subspace. "Hide this under his chair. It will allow him to draw on a little of my spiritual power. He'll kick himself up the arse and become an actual person again."
Nice phrasing, Renegade. A not-so-subtle suggestion that it will happen, sooner or later. Assuming it isn't already."He wasn't my favourite person before he nearly got my niece killed."
"A word of prophecy, then. In his current state he's ridiculously easy to manipulate by any of your enemies. If you don't take action…"
Though the Renegade will no doubt be pursuing other lines of inquiry, I hope."Yeah. Fine." He takes it from me and gives it a once-over. "Give me a few days to try some stuff."
"Thank you, Mister Constantine."
Pretty sure Vae just likes being wrong or something.
Thank you, corrected.
He's still got the sword that was used to 'kill' the First. The issue is that the First could easly just avoid a direct physical confrontation and pull apart everything the Renegade has been building.Can the Renegade take on the First of the Fallen? Or is he just bluffing to make John more agreeable to helping him out?
You just wait until I give him back the ability to make a smaller, more powerful version of himself.
You're phrasing this like silver age weirdness, but I have a feeling that he's just going to have a kid, and the circumstances of the event give that kid a higher power level.You just wait until I give him back the ability to make a smaller, more powerful version of himself.
You're phrasing this like silver age weirdness, but I have a feeling that he's just going to have a kid, and the circumstances of the event give that kid a higher power level.
'pocket'Then he fishes his lighter out of his coat pocked, removes the cigarette from his-
'an inveterate'?"Did it, once. Bit of demon blood, a few of my worst parts, one of the better parts and the soul of a inveterate sinner.