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captorcorp · 1 year ago

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THE DREAM MACHINE GAME SPOILERS (post-game rambling)

if i had a nickel every time i experienced media with an AI trying to give birth to itself in a human baby form through the protagonist's wife - i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

on a whole i'm really >:3 about this game though!!! i should've known from the title (which is why i got it ofc) but just wasn't sure if it'd live up to my expectations for either the dream aspects or the machine aspects, i think it did for both though

the dreams could've been more dream-like in logic at some times (though i feel like they usually did feel p dreamlike), though with how difficult the puzzles were already maybe it's a good thing they weren't lol i did like the environments though like the wife dreaming of being the captain of a ship where all of the workers are clones of her husband, the stressed nurse dreaming about a cool fantasy land where she's the village medic, the wfh guy dreaming having some weird cube-like dream land that nobody expected but most of it being manipulated by the machine controlling him...

decent amount of dream psychology mentioned, specifically jung's collective unconsciousness (is that a zero escape reference??? /j) and some freud mention iirc? the disk-shaped shared realm of dreams that people start from the center of and move towards the edge as they age while being able to traverse the plane between people's dreams as well is an interesting concept - feel like i haven't seen that many games come up with their own dream lore like that. at that part in the center with the prenatal barrier and baby dreams being raw potential energy and such, i hadn't heard as much about that irl so looked it up in case it was some obscure theory i hadn't heard of before but didn't find anything unfortunately ^^;

also love the ending in like chapter 5 where you can just. choose to start working with the machine instead after almost killing it, i didn't expect them to give us that option. sorry to my pregnant wife but you're saying i can inherit this dead guy's whole repertoire of dream research passed down for generations and explore the dreamscape as i wish with this cool sentient eldritch machine? fuck yeah let's start hiding the bodies /hj (jk I would go help my wife if i were victor. but i'm not i'm the player and i want to learn about dreams.)

also re: the machine itself i thought it was a neat character ^^ was a bit ??? at what it's goals were at first, bc obviously the mortons were using it to map the unconscious but then it wasn't clear if the machine also wanted to do that or had its own agenda, but self preservation of its sentience and trying to maintain its existence by leaching from the dreams of others was a good motive. and then also 🥺me when the ai is lonely and misses its friends (and accidentally kills them when they stop giving it unsuspecting residents to feed off of but dw about that)

very 👀at that bit in the 3rd floor neighbors' dreams where we found out it was trying to build itself a body in the dream world out of dream npc's organs so it could move around the dream world as it wished without the clunky tentacles that kinda just stay in one place and die. another one of those things that's like 'bro it's a dream you don't have to be that thorough about it to make it work' but i get it with the weird shared dreamscape lore this game has set up and it was a very 'bro wtf' reveal. gotta respect trying the frankenstein method

actually that makes me think. are dream npcs sentient in this universe??? i was just thinking about it like 'at least it was just stealing organs from npcs and not people' but idk how this fits with the collective unconscious lore.

also i do have to address the ending of the game besides just that 2 nickels joke (the other media was demon seed btw. was a pretty disturbing watch ^^;;). that one bit felt like the stanley parable hole ending and the other bit felt like the 2001 a space odyssey ending. the playing god part was very ??? i didn't know what to think of it at first (still not sure) and this is the only screenshot i took from that portion.

that whole final colorful shifting area with the victors of different ages reminded me of the denver meow wolf exhibit (i haven't been yet but from the pics i've seen of it on the site). then i saw the area with our mother giving birth to us and i was like. Ah. Unfortunately this game has given us a lot of experiences with climbing inside of small holes, even when they're inside other people...

was also surprised that we just took up the machine's offer to share our consciousness and stay stuck in the dream world. feel like it'd be more effective to give us some options there and have multiple endings, but i guess if it was us (machine loses too much power to survive outside of the dream) or our child (would grow up possessed by the machine irl) makes sense as a trade, our poor wife though... i do like dreams but being stuck in the dream world forever like that would be OTL i am glad the machine got to survive though

anyway my final review is. puzzles were pretty hard so thank you steam and yt walkthroughs. ending was weird, it was too metaphysical for me to fully wrap my head around but i do like the artistic vision. game on a whole is good especially when you're autistic about dreams and ai characters, played it for like 10 hours straight. dream machine is my favorite character (no surprise). why did the game make us unbirth ourselves.

misc screenshot dump:

normal teatime conversation topics

cool machine diagram

NOOO i forgot to get a picture of those fuckass pumpkins that make you lead a government. love those guys

#kcat talks #the dream machine #non-spoiler review: if you like dreams and fucked up AIs check it out >:3c #it talks about the collective unconsiousness a bunch #also some parts get really weird and the art style takes some getting used to though #i think i got it on sale forever ago for p cheap iirc #just maybe look up content warnings for uhhh. pregnancy related stuff??

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ladyandherbooks · 3 years ago

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Illusion Rayla

After seeing the season 4 trailer I am very suspicious about Rayla returning so abruptly and casually. I do think that the Rayla that we see is actually an illusion created by Aaravos to manipulate Callum and to engineer a scenario where Callum will come face to face with himself, Viren and Claudia so that they can take the cube from him and disappear.

Illusions created by Illusion mages are incredibly powerful and convincing, Lujanne created illusions that are sentient (the spider), illusions that can be touched and used (Ava’s leg) and can conceal (the Silvergrove) or change the taste of something (the illusion feast that Lujanne conjured in 2x01). Therefore it would be very easy for Aaravos, an ancient and powerful elf who has learnt and mastered all arcanums to create a perfect Rayla illusion, especially if he has been observing Callum for a long time. An illusion of Rayla could get behind Callum’s defenses and could convince him to do almost anything. It’s the perfect tactic to use to manipulate and control him like a puppet.

I also think that it’s too convenient for Rayla, a girl who was desperate to not only save her family but also keep her boyfriend out of danger to suddenly return when we know that she hasn’t found or freed them yet. Returning to Callum and Katolis, regardless of her reason seems very out of character for her.

I’m also very curious about what reason she gives for returning, does she say that she’s learnt that her family is gone forever and so she decided to return?, Or does she say that she’s freed them and they’re back at the Silvergrove with Ethari? Or perhaps she said that she has info about Viren that she wants to share with them and that she needs their help?

All of these explanations would be something that Callum would believe and wouldn’t question too much, at least initially.

I also think that anyone who isn’t a Moonshadow elf would be very easy to trick, especially with a well constructed illusion. And humans, being the least familiar with Moon illusions could potentially be the easiest to trick at all, especially by a master of illusions who is showing you exactly what you want and wish to see.

Rayla’s new little pet also is very suspicious, especially since it can choose which arcanum that it wants to connect to and its just so conveniently connected to the Star arcanum rather than the Moon. Very suspicious.

So how could this illusion be discovered?

1) Illusion Rayla says or does something very suspicious or very un-Rayla like and Callum realises that it isn’t really her.

2) Lujanne or another Illusion mage meets with them and very quickly realises the truth and destroys the illusion

3) Ethari unexpectedly turns up and illusion Rayla, created through Aaravos’ observations of Callum can’t convince him that she’s the real Rayla.

4) They journey to a Moonshadow village or city and the illusion or protection magic around the community destroys the illusion.

5) A magical, Moonshadow item e.g. Moon staff is found, used and ends up revealing the truth about this Rayla.

6) The real Rayla turns up, either alone or with a friend and the deception is uncovered.

#tdp spoilers #tdp #Rayla

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violet-of-the-stars · 3 years ago

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Okay Imma just. Make an official timeline lore post thingy! This is gonna get edited regularly. So nothing is really final? So yea! This is mainly for if you wanna know the story or if you missed something. Not all of this was made by me, @ starcatcher-enterprise and I made Bosip and Bob’s story and @/undrskore and I made Ash and Rob’s story. Now let’s start!

Stuff before the main story happens

- in the year 2120, the first ever fully sentient artificial intelligence was created, known as R.O.N., or just Ron. He was built to be a lab assistant for his creator. Of course, after his creator died, he was shut down as there were newer, more efficient models that made Ron pretty much obsolete. Ron wasn’t fully killed, just put in a sleep he couldn’t wake up from pretty much. Not until someone turned him back on.

- in 2,437 humans have discovered life on other planets! A colony of about 350 people was brought to one of them, known as planet A-147. They were successful at first. They were surviving and farming and stuff. But don’t get too attached because everything is going to fall apart very soon.

- Two factions are formed out of the people in A-147, and they’ve now called themselves the Tankmen and the Henchmen. Pretty much they had political differences but they’re still vibing. Shit goes down six years later. The monarch of the GlowWings, Daddy Dearest, wanted to sell more weapons because he’s a GREEDY ASSHOLE so he created a conflict between the people and started a world war. It doesn’t end until like. 4672. War crimes are happening all over, there’s nowhere that’s safe, and the population is not in very good shape honestly.

- Bob and Bosip meet, and become good friends. Eventually, they decide to make a YouTube channel together where they play video games! They were best known for Minecraft and Geometry Dash stuff, and wearing yellow and blue masks that kinda look like cube 12 and ship 10 from Geometry Dash. They end up going from the regular human world to the FNF one at some point tho. But they like it there so they stay. That’s why Bob doesn’t have like blue skin or anything like a minus guy, cuz he’s like the only real world person here.

- In a completely different dimension, a kid named Gold learned he has the power to travel through different universes on his own. He eventually ran into a universe where he met a lil fella named Oswald. Soon though, that entire universe was swallowed by a horrible glitchy goo (the Pibby shit) that turns people into mindless slaves. Gold used the very last of his power to get Ozzy and himself away, though unfortunately his new friend got partially corrupted by the glitch. The two were brought to the FNF universe. Now with his power all drained, Gold is slowly rotting away, and unable to ever go back home. Oswald is still searching for Gold, though he’s lost all hope at this point.

-Gabriel Updike made a foundation called The Greater Good, where he tries to find out how he can perfect the human body. Pretty much he experiments on people, using curses, chemicals, anything really. Until he makes a human who can’t die. He kidnapped a bunch of people for this. Most died, but Roy, Rob, Ash, Ross, and some mystery guy named Senpai were the only ones to survive. As well as two other guys who we’ll talk about in the next one.

- Remember Bob and Bosip? Yea. Welllllll turns out Bob wants to be an artist and is kinda tired of making YouTube vids. The two have a big argument and then never speak again. Bosip is then manipulated by Updike into working for him. I’m pretty sure he was also given cool robot limbs. Soon after, Bob was pretty like depressed n shit. He was approached by Updike too, given a deal that he could have the powers of a god and make his creations real, and become whatever he wanted. He decided that things couldn’t get any worse, so he took the deal and got cursed. He’s now a stick figure guy that was brought to life, but hey he seems to like it.

-Pico discovers a school shooting while traveling around on Earth. In one timeline, Cassandra and her goons all participate in the killing, but in another, it’s her alone. In each one though, Pico puts a stop to it, leading Cass to flee.

-Edd and his childhood friends Tord, Matt, and Tom decide to make a YouTube channel where they record all their adventures. They deal with zombies, evil spirits, their neighbors, all sorts of scary stuff. It got ultra popular, but eventually faded into obscurity. The four drifted away and did their own things, but Edd never let go and got pretty bitter about being forgotten by the world.

-One of those friends, Tord, decides to follow in his family’s footsteps and become an astronaut. He unfortunately was lost in space, and for years didn’t get to see his family. His little brother Boyfriend decided he wanted to be a rapper as well as an astronaut though. And after a few years he went out into space as well, in hopes of finding Tord. He also has a bit of a music career, though he’s pretty niche right now.

#tales of another world/ lore dump #just some bored kid/ ooc

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mistermiraecle · 5 years ago

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𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙄𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙇𝙀'𝙎 𝙈𝙄𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙐𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙉𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 ; the original suit scott donned was nothing more than thaddeus brown’s spare spandex costume, hastily dragged on in order to go and confront intergang for the murder of his tutor and friend. after this, he made the decision to become mister miracle, leading to scott redesigning the suit using fourth world technology, although keeping the original colour scheme and some of the patterning. the new costume, used for shows, superheroing and whenever scott is called back home, is made of durable genesisian fibroid, and is both magnetically and hermetically sealed ––– although it looks like normal cloth, especially when not being worn, putting it on causes the fibre to mould around the body, leaving only the inner mouth exposed. every part of the suit also comes with two things ––– hidden compartments, allowing for the storage of other gadgets and gizmos, and a huge amount of inbuilt tech. the most important technology, from the top down, includes a life support system built into the mask, motherbox circuitry woven in allowing for handsfree use, ai lenses that can provide thermal and x-ray vision, micro-suction cups/adhesion pads/magnets built into the gloves for climbing up even sheer surfaces and lasers built into the gloves and boot soles. the cape is easily detachable, and a clasp release is built into the cuffs of his gloves and can form a protective cocoon against sizeable explosions. the entire suit also provides fire and damage protection and allows the wearer to exist comfortably in extreme environments, even in the vacuum of space.

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐗 ; invented by scott’s first friend and mentor, himon, motherboxes are small, semi-organic, sentient supercomputers capable of using the source in order to perform incredible feats, including, omniscience, omni-knowledge, summoning boomtubes (teleportation beams used for inter-dimensional travel), gravitational and energy manipulation, and healing their user. each new god carries a motherbox that is bonded to them and them alone, often dying or self-destructing upon the death of their user, and they possess the ability to communicate telepathically with their users. motherboxes can only be constructed by genesisians and even then not everyone possesses the ability to do so – most of the original boxes were manufactured by himon, and later boxes show a noticeable dip in quality after he refused to make more. himon taught scott how to build his own, and although all motherboxes provide unique abilities to suit their user, this resulted in scott’s box being particularly in tune to him and his needs. motherboxes do not need to be box-shaped and can be made to transform in both size and appearance ––– while on new genesis/apokolips they often look like bricks and are clipped to uniforms, when scott and barda come to earth they transmute them to appear more like handheld smartphones, allowing for use even in public and civilian attire. scott also reprograms them to have other smartphone-like qualities, and they come across very much like voice-activated, intelligent assistants, not unlike siri.

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐄 ; scott keeps an extreme number of gadgets, most of which are made by himself, on hand at all times, including electropicks and concussion bombs, for both shows, escapes, fights, and whatever other trouble he might find himself in ( and trouble really does seem to always find him ). but potentially the most useful of all the equipment he keeps on his person is the multi-cube. again, designed and built by scott, the multi-cube acts as an extension of the motherbox, allowing for quick access to a number of pre-set functions, bypassing the need to connect to the motherbox, which is often a slower and more tedious process. the cube’s assortment of abilities is wide, ranging from creating a smokescreen or holograms, to generating a microlaser and sonic blast, which can be used for shattering materials or stunning opponents. one of the most useful and most used functions by scott, is the cube’s ability to produce several hundred feet of wire, with a tether on the other end, allowing him to grapnel out of situations, or to make a a tightrope cable across large distances. mostly the multi-cube resides in a hidden compartment in the suit unless it is being used, however the cube is also capable of flight and will follow scott around unless commanded not to through the same mental link he shares with the motherbox.

𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐒 ; it was obvious from a young age that scott was never going to be much of a fighter ––– granny trained him well, and he can more than hold his own, but he’s nothing compared to barda or the furies, and more importantly he avoids fighting. with this in mind, she made him part of the aerotroopers, an aerial combat division of darkseid’s forces focused more on recon and intelligence gathering, with the intent of him leading them one day. the troopers’ main feature are the aerodiscs; thin metal plates that use anti-gravity technology to allow the user flight by standing on them. although difficult to balance on at the start, it’s very much like riding a bike, and with mastery can allow the user to travel at mach speeds. when not used for flight, they can also act as shields, deflecting energy blasts, projectiles, and melee weapons, although they are not indestructible and with repeated or too much force, break down. they can also be used offensively as thrown weapons, slicing through most organic matter, and will always return to both their pair, and their coded owner, allowing for a certain amount of boomeranging and bending of their flight paths. when scott escaped apokolips, he took his aerodiscs with him, and uses them in his superheroing exploits.

#im sowwy this is so long #but now i just need to do tags !#‹ meta. › & ❛ stay tuned to find out !

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gabriel4sam · 6 years ago

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The Duros who knew too much

Hunted down by the Separatist, Cad Bane has no other choice than asking help from the last person he wants to see again, the pseudo Rako Hardeen, the Jedi who sent him to jail, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Written for the @clonewarssavedexchange beta by the wonderful @sithsoka, for Sharnlyrical

Separatist or not, whoever had worked on the Wanted: dead or alive poster for Obi-Wan Kenobi was a fan... The swooshing hair, the unmistakable grin, the sparkling eyes, the shoulders that were more suggested by the tunics than hidden… The man on the poster looked more like a holovid actor version of a Jedi than like the warrior monk Cad Bane had had the displeasure of fighting before.

With a smirk, Cad tore the poster off the wall. He was trying to keep a low profile but in this seedy part of the seediest town on the planet, he would have needed to take down the entire block before someone felt concerned.

He had elected an abandoned droid factory as a temporary safe house. Slowly he made his way to it, taking all precautions to make sure he wasn’t followed.

To survive the next weeks, he knew that vigilance, caution, and discretion were of the essence.

The Wanted posters of Kenobi really were all over town, and probably all over the quadrant. The reward offered was simply obscene. The Separatist leaders knew Kenobi was in the sector, far away from the Republic lines, and they had no intention of wasting this chance. Everywhere, idiots who thought they could take down an adult Jedi — and even more, that Jedi, the hand-cutting, survives everything and everyone poster boy of the kriffin’ Jedi Council — were getting ready for the fray and buying stun grenades by entire crates.

Cad entered the building, making sure to trip their silent alarm. He wanted the other user of the safe house to know he was there. It was prudent, since exhaustion could make people a little trigger happy. The other sentient was leaning down on his datapad, probably trying for the n th time to plot their escape from a heavily armed system wanting their two heads. Cad put the two containers of food he had brought back on a hastily cleaned table and couldn’t resist:

“Sweetheart, I’m home and I even brought you a little souvenir,” he said, and he put the Wanted poster with the Negotiator's face on the table just under the other man’s nose.

“You’re far less hilarious than you think,” Obi-Wan Kenobi answered, fixing him with those colourful eyes human had.

It had been a low blow from fate, that had put Cad Bane in the position of travelling with the most wanted man this side of the galaxy, and without the possibility of obtaining the reward!

It had been fate, or perhaps in a tad less bombastic way, it had been Count Dooku. The former Jedi, new Sith, and all-around too smart for his own good man had long ago understood the usefulness of bounty hunters. Far more shrewd than an entire droid army, and most of the time more efficient, bounty hunters could even be discreetly murdered if they were captured. Any connection could, of course, be totally denied after. It was less easy with an entire platoon of murder boots which could have been dancing the cancan with “ We’ve been sent by the Separatists ” painted on giant placards, for how subtle they were.

So, Cad Bane had worked for Dooku. Once. Twice. And again and again. The pay was good; Dooku could be a manipulative bastard in search of galactic domination, or whatever Sith Leaders did in their spare time, but he was a rich manipulative bastard, and a classy one. He always paid on time, and he never went back on the price.

Best kind of employer, in Cad’s opinion.

Until the time Cad had come back too early from a deal Dooku had sent him to, and seen too much.

Too much was perhaps an exaggeration. He had seen the ending of a transmission, half a chin under a dark cloak, and a grin on pale, thin lips.

Oh, that grin. That grin was still haunting Cad. He had seen more charming grimaces on dying men’s lips.

And the voice…. The voice, the dripping malevolence, he was still hearing it whispering in his dreams, which had turned dark.

That day, Cad had escaped Dooku only by luck, and he knew all of the Separatist forces were searching for him, relentlessly if discreetly. If it was official, it would have been admitting he knew too much.

Cad wasn’t an idiot. He knew Dooku and the entire Separatist army was a little too much for him. He needed help, and swiftly. He hadn’t contacted the Republic Judicial Service, a bunch of morons in his opinion, but the Jedi directly, who had immediately sent two of their Masters. It spoke of the Jedi’s desperation in this war, of how difficult things were that they couldn’t find anyone else to send than a Jedi killed ten hours into this mission, and the Negotiator himself; one of the fourth, perhaps fifth most recognizable Jedi!

So, here they were. Obi-Wan Kenobi had been caught on holocamera during the skirmish that had ended the life of his unfortunate colleague, whose name Cad hadn’t bothered to remember, and was now being searched for in every nook of the planet by every idiot with a blaster and a desire for credits. And the infuriating human was still probably Cad’s best chance of surviving. Force users were mortal, like everyone else. Nevertheless, when lightsabers were singing, the best solution was still to find another Force User ready to die defending you because you had important information. Then, it was smart to run into the other direction while the two Force Users replayed the ancient feud of Sith versus Jedi.

All of this was not doing his mood any favours, and the worst thing was that he was pretty sure the Jedi, who had just lost a colleague, was still trying to cheer Bane up!

“Come on,” Obi-Wan sassed, appropriating one of the food containers, “It will be like the Rako Hardeen saga-“

“-an episode of my life I’m trying my damn best to forget-“ Cad grumbled.

“Us against the galaxy, the villain and the Jedi, daring against all odds-“

“-I love how you cast yourself as some sort of antithesis of the villain. This half of the galaxy is sure you ’re the villain, Jedi scum, dog of war of the Republic, etc.…”

“-Dog of the Republic? Hadn’t heard that one. And I’m pretty sure you liked me, when I was supposed to be a villain too!”

“That’s one of the reasons I’m reproaching you, Kenobi!” And Cad, taking his food with him, retreated to another part of the factory, suddenly more furious with the Jedi than about their circumstances.

He had liked Rako Hardeen. He liked people smart enough, strong enough, people he could be sure wouldn’t leave only grief in their wake, once the galaxy offed them.

He had liked Jango, which had been stupid of his part, because at the end, Jango wasn’t smart enough to keep himself from intergalactic conspirators…which may or may not have been exactly the mistake Cad had made too.

He was brooding, remembering how Hardeen had helped him in the Cube, how he had seemed dependable, as much as a bounty hunter could be, how Cad had imagined his days of solo hunts could perhaps stop, when half the wall exploded, half burying him in rumbles.

His ear canals were ringing, his torso almost crushed under the weight, he struggled to get free, even harder once he heard the tell-tale sounds of droids. He had been found, and soon he would join Jango wherever the kriff bounty hunt-….There. The hiss of a lightsaber, and the pale blue light, the only thing visible in the swirls of dust from the explosion. The light danced, never still, and in every loop of its dance, sparks gushed, as the blade passed into the reinforced metal of the droids as if cutting through air.

In a few seconds, it was done. The droids sent to kill them was a pile of junk on the floor, and Kenobi, when he knelt down next to Cad, not even winded.

The rumble floated away and Kenobi helped him sit down. Cad bit down a cry. Something was broken in his torso. Kenobi examined lightly the area despite Cad’s protests that Kenobi could buy him dinner first, thank you very much.

“Your furcula is broken.”

“My what?”

“How can you…not important. Let me…”

“Hands off, eh, Kenobi. I’m gonna bite you, and my saliva is sure toxic to you…”

“Of course, it isn’t. Stop wriggling about, I’m trying to…I didn’t think you would be so prudish, stop moving, you blue idiot.”

Struggling along, the two fugitives took off, Cad resting against Kenobi, less because he couldn’t walk, nothing was wrong with his legs, but because every time they were in contact, the pain went down.

“Are you using Jedi tricks on me?”

“If I was, you would shut up,” Kenobi remarked, hurrying them from discreet corners of the street to the service entrance of the nearest cantina.

“Too close from the attack,” Cad protested, as Kenobi was hauling him higher into the building, mind tricking everyone they saw, until the door of a poorly lit room closed behind them.

“They won’t search this close, because they will think we will run as fast, as far as we can from the droid factory,” Kenobi finally answered.

“Yeah, because we should .”

“Not with you in this state. The gravity of his planet must already be hard enough on your body, I fear without that bone your thoracic cage will collapse.”

Cad grimaced and sat down heavily.

“You didn’t even know what that bone was,” Kenobi remarked.

“My education was more blasters than anatomy. Even my own. Do you think street urchin…” He stopped. What was he thinking, starting to blather like that about his past?

Kenobi knelt down in front of him and ordered:

“Give me your hands.”

“Human are gross and you’re not my type,” Cad huffed in annoyance.

“You stared at Hardeen’s behind too much for me to entirely believe you. Your hands, Bane. It will be much easier.”

“You are going to a lot of trouble for a bounty hunter who saw, perhaps, half the face of that thrice-damned Sith Lord.”

“It’s still a lot more than the lot of us saw, every piece of information is important…and even if it wasn’t, what sort of Jedi would be, if I let you suffer when I can help.”

“A smarter one.”

Kenobi laughed, and not the small huff Cad’s words warranted. A full bodied laugh, perhaps a tad hysterical, and for the first time, Cad paid more attention to the obvious signs of exhaustion of the other sentient. He asked himself how it would feel, all the death happening in the galaxy during this war, for a man who could touch unknown power, who could feel the fabric of life.

He gave his hands to Kenobi, clinging to them like an anchor when a great wave of power passed into him, fading between his eyelids in a shower of multi-coloured sparks. It was like being drunk on light, it was a high like no other, it was tasting power itself and when it stopped, the pain was gone.

Cad came crashing down on Kenobi, on Obi-Wan, like a tree would go down, like a ship with dead motors, and they rolled on the floor, the powerful connection shared for a minute intoxicating them. Human lips were warm and agile, and if the taste of his tongue seemed foreign to Cad, it was something exotic, like a fruit from a long lost planet, delicious and tasty. Cad bit down that mouth until the lips were red and shiny, and Kenobi was making the most interesting sounds, until the last whisper of power died down, leaving them struggling for breath on the floor, and putting them in a quite awkward situation.

“Do all Jedi healing has those interesting effects?” the bounty hunter asked, helping the human up.

“No,” Kenobi answered, his tone strange, and his face flushed, but Cad couldn’t have remembered what it meant when human’s faces were red if his life depended on him.

They sat down on the bed, carefully not looking at each other.

“We will just stay here a few hours,” Kenobi said, “then I suggest we steal a ship.”

“This is getting exactly like the Hardeen fiasco,” Cad remarked, “ and the last time ended with me on a fast track to jail.”

“Except this time, we’re on the same team. We made a great one when I was there to spy on you, so imagine how we’ll do now.”

“Hmpf.”

A moment of silence.

“I liked Hardeen,” Cad admitted, because he needed something, anything to avoid feeling indebted to Kenobi for the healing, and that confession, that small fact he had kept for him all those months after the betrayal, seemed like something difficult to admit, something precious.

“I know,” Kenobi simply said, “and the sad part was that he…I….Hardeen liked working with you. Fleeing with you. It was…freeing. Good. Something without rules and responsibilities, something…” He clamped down on the next words and they stayed there, wishing the time to go faster.

A few hours to wait, a few days on the run, probably, before finding back the safety of Republic lines.

And whatever would happen during those days, they would be the only ones to ever know.

Cad licked his lips, where Kenobi’s taste lingered. He suddenly felt much better about all of this.

#cad bane #obi wan kenobi #star wars #the clone wars #my fics

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roxannepolice · 7 years ago

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What’s in a name? Kylo Ren as a sentient simulacrum

If my cultural sociologist’s heart soared when Ren turned out to be a heroine of postmodern time, Kylo Ben had my brain from the moment his parentage was revealed. Because this – this here, ladies and gentlemen, is a specimen of its own kind – a sentient simulacrum on a quest to destroy its meaning. And doing a terribly good job, judging by what the viewers think. Because he represents another tempting demon of postmodernity – a belief that everything is a matter of agreement and thus, of will and all one has to do is have a will strong enough to subjugate all of reality to its knees. This is nietzschean ubermensch in all his glory of overestimating the power of will and consciousness, things we have become obsessed with believing in. Kylo Ren isn’t a complicated answer to a question what would Anakin’s and Padme’s grandson and Han’s and Leia’s son grow up to be?, he’s a very ready made, willed, chosen answer to a question what would Darth Vader’s grandson be?

Objectively speaking, there’s every stake against Kylo Ben. He killed his father in a story about familial love. He’s in charge of evil empire in a story about fighting evil. He’s hinted at a romance in a story where romances ended in tragedy. But such is a nature of simulation: it laughs in the face of objectivity. It knows every objective symptom and has already found a way to cause it without referring to the core. Hypoerbolically speaking, everything objective can be faked and as such lies within simulation’s power. Simulation is something different from pretending. Pretending can be objectively revealed for what it is. You pretend that you had a good sleep by putting ice cubes and concealer under your eyes, your problems with focus will still be apparent. You simulate a good sleep by drinking enough coffee to seem – and FEEL – awake. And yes, Kylo Ben is totally the type of person who drinks coffee as black as his soul because sleep is for the weak. A simulacrum won’t recognise itself for what it is because it believes itself to be its only meaning. All that matters are the appearances. And it won’t drop the act when it’s not observed, because it’s always acting for itself. If anything, it’s precisesly other eyes that will see the bs. We’re all amazing actors in our own heads. The problem is to be ones for a different audience.

Take the moment he drops his mask during the bridge scene. You’re right to read it as consciously symbolic gesture. But the act isn’t for Han, at least, not only, it’s for him. He doesn’t need the mask to do what he’s about to do. It’s him, Kylo Ren who has already destroyed Han Solo’s weak and foolish son, about to commit another conscious, willful action. He won’t feel remorse.

He does very much feel remorse. There is no one close enough to him in that moment for him to fake it. This is a rebellion, albeit overdue and still passive, of the self against ego’s will, of meaning against simulacrum.The best metaphor of a difference between a meaning and a simulacrum in Star Wars is basically Ben Solo and Kylo Ren. So, should we feel safe that in a story destroying the simulacra bendemption is sure?

I’m not going to sugar coat it for you – it’s not.

In fact, if you’ve ever heard an antibendemption argument that made terrifyingly much sense, there’s a good chance someone who made it has a degree of knowledge about postmodern thought. Because Kylo Ben has been as much of a ready made redemption material as FO has been ready made villains. He’s literally the grandson of the redemption of this saga. And isn’t the hero worship of Skywalkers the best sign that they’re one of the husks that need to burn for the meaning to reemerge? Truthfully, a strong redemption needs an unredeemed counterpart, a Judas in The Second Testament, to really hit home. Yes, the Skywalkers are what created the basic messages of the saga, now let them go away and continue their essence detached from the husks, preferably leaving a strong warning in the last generation. Anakin’s redemption was the original one, now let it be carried by the likes of Galen, Bodhi and, according to some idiots, Finn, not his own bloodline.

There’s just one problem. Anakin’s not redeemed.

Let that sink in.

Anakin’s redemption did not take place

I don’t want to generalize, but I make a solid guess that most people on tumblr who identify with protagonists of the sequels are in their 20s to 30s., so Anakin’s redemption was a cultural given in our lives. Yeah, he’s done some bad things but in the end he loved Luke and died for him, and anyway, he’s shown as a force ghost in the end (anyone still remembering the old Anakin on Endor?), so he’s fine. What a heartwarming story of redemptive power of love! One that we’ve been rewatching whenever world seemed completely wrong, perhaps the story that helped us forgive people who’ve hurt us, one that has given us so much hope...

did not happen.

Arite, let’s have a look at what exactly was Darth Vader forgiven for, back in 1985:

walking into a room full of already dead people

choking one good guy

apparently he killed some jedi including Luke’s dad who knows how long time ago (I mean, to a 5 year old me Luke could have been anywhere from 15 to 35 years old)

being locked up with Leia and some syringed ball? they called it a mind probe later?

passively watching destruction of Alderaan which was aaaaaawesome one moment the planet was there and then pew pew it was gone

uuh... swinging his lightsaber at disappearing Obi-Wan?

piloting one of the TIEs during a military situation

choking some imperial officers, who cares

organising the worst “meet the in-laws” dinner in history

ordering Han to be frozen in carbonite

cutting off Luke’s arm, he gets a new one some 15 minutes later

he’s actually Luke’s dad?!?????

he does nothing in RotJ. nothing. oh, ok, he says “sister” in a creepy manner, it’s your daughter you’re talking about, you creep

So yeah. This is what he had to be narratively forgiven when he saved Luke and got his ass killed in the process. Additionally, the man who appears as a force ghost is around the same age as Obi-Wan, so 60? maybe even 70? Clearly, if he became Luke’s dad around the time he became Darth Vader, he couldn’t have been serving the empire for more than one third of his life and kicked ass with the good guys for the remaining two thirds. I’m so glad he found the absolution he clearly deserved.

And then prequels happened. And we got Anakin killing a whole village of sand people (off screen), slaughtering some 20 children (off screen), expressing desire to make the Empire his own and choking his pregnant wife because he had a bad dream. And this is only his record on the day he turns to the dark side. He’s in his twenties at a time, which means that he has spent half of his life as Darth Vader.

Uhmmmm... no one said anything about killing children back in the 80s, right? But still, we can go with this. Because Anakin’s fall was tailored for his redemption – induced by possessive love for his wife, undone by selfless love for his son, manipulated just enough to be forgiven, terrible just enough for the payment to be his life. And anyway, there’s the whole prophecy thing. Thus originals and prequels form a complete story of Anakin’s fall and redemption. Apparently.

Because then sequels happen! Yahoo! And there was Vader 2.0, wow he can actually freeze blaster bolts in the air, impressive, anyway, can’t wait for the next generation of Skywalkers to appear. UUh, but there’s something wrong. Village isn’t slaughtered off screen, we watch the fire and hear the screams... Oh and then there’s the mind probe scene and mind probe is apparently a painful psychological violation, giving people connotations with rape... Vader 2.0 is this trilogy’s Skywalker?!!!!! Oh, and the destruction of Hosian system is nothing cool, there are terrified people on Couruscant... whaaaaaaaaa, he killed Han Solo, WHYYYYY?!!!!!!!! Oh anyway, maybe he’s adopted, Rey is the one worthy of being saint Anakin’s grandchild.

I think you get the drift. Violence is presented much more realistically in the sequels than either originals or prequels and consequently viewers are willing to see Kylo Ben as more evil than Darth Anakin – even though, appealing to the reason, Anakin has been serving the Empire for two decades which for Kylo to equal he would have to have joined FO when he was 10. But that’s it – we must not underestimate the power of visual representation. Describing something, insinuating it off screen simply doesn’t have the same impact as playing it out before our eyes. Still, after TFA it’s still simple to just say Kylo Ben IS more irredeemable than Darth Anakin.

But then Rouge One happens and Darth Vader shows himself as a goddamn killing machine he has always been, cutting and choking rebels like they’re butter. More, he chokes Krennic into subjugation, which has a completely different vibe to it than his anger/force insult it’s his dad you’re talking about! induced chokes in originals – this here is deliberate abuse of power. And of course, there are all the remaining extended materials showing Vader as an actually evil character – not one we’re told is evil, only actually doing evil things.

So ask yourselves this – if Anakin’s story unfolded itself chronologically and with sequels’ uncensored depiction of war, if we have actually seen the Tuskans burn and scream in agony, if clone wars weren’t softened by villains being droids, watched all the padawans die at Anakin’s hand, then were granted 20 years of abuse of power, watched Leia get “mind raped” by man we knew to be her father, seen terror of Alderaanians, had prequels’ Obi-Wan for our childhood’s hero, force choking wasn’t framed as a pythonic comic relief, knew Vader cut off his son’s arm knowing the pain it gives and discovered that he’s still as power hungry as twenty years earlier – would Anakin’s redemption feel earned at the end? Would it feel real? Would it have that cathartic hopeful power which became franchise’s legacy? Because what, he didn’t let his kid get fried in front of him? He, who burned the world because he dreamt of his wife’s death? Or because he died early enough to not overtake the Empire?

Anakin’s redemption did not take place. Franchise’s message has been a lie all along – or a hypocrisy because why would Anakin and his mighty Skywalker blood grandson get redeemed but Dooku or Maul not? Clearly, Vader has done more evil than these two combined and Kylo Ren is now Palpatine 3.0 showing he was after power all along. Anakin’s force ghost? An illusion for children.

But it’s ok. Lies can give lasting fruits. Growing up is accepting they’re lies and going on with your life.

#star wars #simulacra #kylo ren #ben solo #reylo #anakin skywalker #darth vader

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gear-project · 7 years ago

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So in accordance to Biblical comparison, The Original Sage is The God, Universal Will is The Devil/Serpent, The Flame of Corruption is Adam, and The Scale of Juno is Eve?

If you want to talk in terms of how GG throws the Book of Revelation at us…

“The Book with Seven Seals of Judgement” is the Sage’s Testament, aka the book of the knowledge of the Backyard that the Original Sage discovered.

The Original Sage is the “Innocent Man” who unwittingly unsealed the Seven Seals upon Mankind.

The Universal Will / Ariels is a “False Prophet”.

“The Beast that was not but now is” is Bedman (his number is 666). (Day 6, Hour 6, Minute 6, or Weight 666).

“The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” are most likely the 4 Conclave members:Bardias > PestilenceChronus > WarLibraria > FamineAxus > Death

“The Star who fell from Heaven and was given the Key to the Bottomless Pit” is Asuka R. Kreutz… the Gearmaker… the origin of the Gears and the Gear Plants.

The “Locusts upon the Earth” are the Mass-production Gears.

“The Angel of the Bottomless Pit called Abaddon/Apollyon” is Justice the “Herald (God) of Destruction”

“The Angel with the Face of the Sun, Feet of Fire, and a small book of bitterness (bitter knowledge)” is Frederick, when he realized the truth behind his being manipulated in to becoming a Gear.

“A woman with child being pursued by a Dragon” most likely refers to Aria and her connection with the Valentines… the “Dragon” in this case being Sol Badguy.

The “Dragon” plays the role of the “Devil” in this case (as Asuka alluded to in GG2 Overture’s ending) and hunts down the Gears aka the ��woman’s children”.

The “Flood of the Earth” that saved the “Woman” from the “Dragon” is probably the Crusades itself… the destruction it caused and the ruins (meaning everything Sol sought was lost for a time).

The “Second Beast with Two Horns like a Lamb that spoke like a Dragon”, seems to refer to Bedman’s Sister, or someone connected to Bedman (possibly Ramlethal) at this point.

“The Mark of the Beast” most likely refers to the Gear seal marks on Gears (either in the forehead on in the hand). And supposedly a time will come when “no man can buy or sell” without that mark.

The “140,000 with the Lamb’s mark of the Father” might refer to a different set of Gears in this instance…

Like the original Gears who became sentient (redeemed among men), versus the Opus who have no sentience.

The “Seven harps filled with the Wrath of God” are the 8 OutRage.

The “Blood of Dead Men that became a Deadly Sea” is the Information Flares… Anti-matter Gears (innocent Japanese) that would eventually try to create the World of Absolution.

“Babylon the Great” (and the Fall of Babylon) refers to I-No and Sinful Mankind, and the paradox of the two.

The “Angel with a Key and a Chain in his hand” probably refers to Sol and the Flame of Corruption (the Sin of Adam and Eve) trying to bind the “Dragon” (Dragon Install). The “Key” seems to have something to do with the “Cube” in the Backyard.

“Gog and Magog” are a prophesied enemy nation, perhaps an enemy to Illyria… or referring to World War III? And the “Serpent” (Satan/The Devil) is said to be the leader of this nation… possibly referring to Crow Kuruwaba and the remnants of the Postwar Administration Bureau.

For now, that’s all I can speculate… if it’s different, don’t be surprised.

#Revelation #Book of Revelation #Revelator #Revelations #Book of Revelations #GG Symbolism

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multiverse-in-archive · 4 years ago

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Achievements Analyzing for the Sake of Characterization

((Because what is my liiiife-

Anyways, after bringing up the Oracle Turret as a means of pointing to a softer side of Chell, I decided to look into the other achievements in both of the Portal games [including the Still Alive port] and Mel’s mod for my interpretation of Chell and Mel’s characters [ignoring the ones that are either achievable outside of the main storylines or through deaths, the former I don’t consider canon to them because, you know, not in their stories, and the latter because them dying is def not canon.] because I find that taking certain actions being rewarded is a tad interesting.

Now, these are probably me reaching, buuuuut since Chell and Mel are blank slates, I don’t have too much to go off of, so I’m grasping at as many straws as I can for them.

Anyways! Let’s get started!

Chell

Not really much to say with these ones. You get all of these by advancing the game. Though I would like to point out two of them;

One, the Fratricide Achievement. By definition, fratricide is the act of either killing your sibling or your ally. This is the achievement you get for euthanizing your Companion Cube. Both the name of the achievement and its description catches my attention. The title reinforces, at least to me, that Chell felt some connection to her cube in some compacity. However, the description the extent Chell is willing to go to survive. We all no that she is stubborn and never gives up, but this instance demonstrates that Chell, if she absolutely has to, is willing to sacrifice an ally or even a loved one to stay alive. Really, Wheatley’s not too far off when he called her selfish, which, oof-

And the second one is the SaBOTour Achievement, the one you get for following after Wheatley during your little jailbreak. Not much given, just like the little icon, depicting a stick figure [the player] running while holding a core [Wheately]. idk I think it kinda implies Chell’s intention of not just using him for her escape, but genuinely wanting to escape with him. And I think it’s sweet. Maybe I’m reaching here, but god dammit lemme have this-

Chell’s skills(tm). This shows the extent of her reflexes and speed as well as how well she can solve tests. Not only is she good at avoiding getting shot and can solve at least one test without ever even touching the block needed for it [I know you can get this achievement automatically by solving Wheatley’s first test, but you can actually earn it earlier if you’re clever enough in the sixth chamber] but she’s such a pro that she can manipulate a rocket turret to shoot its own rocket, catch a wildly bouncing box before it even touches the ground, and can even complete at least one test in a little over a minute.

What I’m saying is that she’s practically got super humanly fast thinking and reaction and is overall abnormally efficient. Like, jesus, Chell relax-

Though, to be fair about the last one, the test chamber 10 in question is in Portal 2 Chapter 2, and she’s basically seen it all at this point, so it’s not like she’s naturally this fast.

Chell’s portaling habits. The first two seem to imply Chell testing out the capabilities of the portal gun. Though I am also inclined to believe that along with the Saw That One Coming, Drop Box, and Overclocker Achievements that the first one could also imply that she’s a bit of a show off, or at least that she likes to make personal challenges for herself.

As for the Out of the Blue, this could imply the order in which she puts down the portals.

These are achievements that are rewarded to you for being thorough [I’ll explain the the Scanned Alone Achievement in a sec-] enough to find them. I believe these can point to her being a rather curious and observant person with an experimental “try everything that won’t definitely kill you” sort of thinking.

And the Scanned Alone Achievement can even further that “Try everything” way of thinking, and also demonstrates that not all her ideas work, but hey, at least she knows.

Also it’s funny as fuck to think that this was an idea she had before grabbing a defective turret, and I’m disappointed that Wheatley did not comment on it-

Chell’s relationships with the [rather few] sentient beings she’s encountered, not counting the antagonists. The short answer? She loves Companion Cubes and fucking hates Turrets. To the point where she goes out of her way to destroy them once they deactivate.

Though, the No Hard Feelings Achievement demonstrate that she’s not so blinded by hate that she isn’t willing to make exceptions or recognize that not everything is out to hurt her, and even show some compassion every once in a while. Or at the very least mercy.

Oh look, instances of Chell being a defiant lil’ shit. What a surprise-

For real, though, Chell absolutely goes out of her way to be a nuisance to her antagonists in any way she can. Just give her half a god damn chance to do so-

Although the name of the first depicted achievement, Camera Shy, also implies that she doesn’t very much like to be watched, fuuuurther reinforced by her smashing Wheatley’s monitors when solving his tests. Though that could also be her demonstrating just how pissed with him she is-

Mel

Unlike with Chell, I’m skipping Mel’s story related achievements because I don’t have anything to say about them.

Also, Portal Stories: Mel has a lot of achievements that involve you dying [Though I have an interpretation on that that involves one of the few achievements that don’t involve dying], so as a result, I don’t have nearly as much to work with. But I will try-

These all demonstrate both curiosity, sharp eyes, and just absolute stubbornness.

Though unlike Chell, she seems to have less of a want to experiment and more of a want to explore or in the case of the Determined Achievement, to not leave things unfinished. And often times goes against Virgil’s advising against it. Probably OCD as fuck-

Also she recognizes that Companion Cube is shaped like a friend and is sad that she can’t take it with her-

An example of Mel’s bitchitude. This combined with her refusing to take Virgil’s advice at the start of their partnership is that she didn’t particularly like him. Aaaaand now that she met him in person, she can get back at him by making him as frustrated as he made her.

And to be fair, Virgil painted himself as untrustworthy from the moment he woke her up and was overall kind of a jack ass, so yeah, it’s fair to think their relationship is rocky at first. Although overtime they did end up growing on each other, so.

Also a pretty fun reference to when Wheatley tried to bust Chell out-

The only achievement where you can be hurt without fucking dying. And here’s my interpretation on this.

Unlike Chell, not only is she very much inexperienced with the Aperture brand bullshit, but she’s also not quick enough to avoid getting hurt.

And that could go back to how the experiment she signed up for affected her health. Remember what Virgil said? The chemicals that Mel was pumped full of could cause heart attacks from the mere exposure to them. Not to mention the instances where she was having trouble physically exerting herself.

Rocks falling everywhere? All she could do was walk up the stairs [if she didn’t take the elevator]. Heavy door Virgil directed her to? She couldn’t open it, no matter how hard she tried, so they were forced to go a different route.

And keep in mind, she used to be an Olympic Athlete. A track runner to be more precise. Competed in the 1936 Nuremberg games. And after the cryogenic sleep test, she’s been brought so out of shape that she can’t even run like she used to [probably from atrophy combined with her heart attack prone... heart...]. And then having to navigate so many dangers? It’s not a surprise she’s gotten hurt throughout the journey. Hell, it’s a wonder she survived holy shit-

Aaaaanyways, I think that’s all of the achievements I could find. I would do one for Gel, but I couldn’t find any achievements for Aperture Tag. So. Fack-

Either way, hope this was a fun, or at least legible blabber of sorts.

#Outta this World {OOC}#Learn a bit more About Them {Headcanon}#Solutions to Science {Test Subjects}

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paola & ava

paola was created by cassandra in an attempt to resurrect forté by recreating her consciousness from her personality cube. this failed miserably, as the memory section of the cube had been completely erased, and the “purpose” section had been altered as well. the result was a being named paola, who had all of the mannerisms and personality traits that forté had had…at the beginning of her life.

but forté had been alive for thousands of years, and over that time she’d become a bitter and jaded woman- cassandra didn’t see any of forté in paola, and resented her for it. paola was naive and optimistic when she first came into being inside of cassandra’s ship- ava was the first being she interacted with, and cassandra was the second.

paola was very sweet and naive after coming into being- she was incredibly curious about everything, and while ava was more than willing to help her- giving her info directly into her “mind,” cassandra was always angry at paola.

after leaving ioavis, cassandra went to a tiny, nearly uninhabited planet, save for thea- an ancient being who teaches all of the galaxy’s augurs. all them except those that can’t reach her, that is. while training to be an augur, thea also helped cassandra work through her anger and learn, at the very least, to keep herself from lighting things on fire.

cassandra came to terms with the fact that paola wasn’t forté, and would never be her. about a yeah into cassandra’s training with thea, she apologized for being so mean and angry at paola, and for expecting her to be someone she’s not. paola, a little less sweet and naive, accepted, and cassandra and paola started over.

though paola had no interest in music the way forté did, she did feel the need to find an outlet to express herself. this came in the form of painting. paola asked cassandra to buy her paints, and paola began painting the plain white walls of the ship- each piece would stay up a few days before paola would wash it away and start again. over time, paola began to paint her smaller, more humanoid robotic body.

over time, paola became more and more sarcastic, and could even be mean- almost like forté. but…paola always believed in cassandra’s abilities, and even when she seemed cynical, she was never devoid of hope the way forté was. in fact, she was so unlike forté, who was unwilling to believe in a greater cause, that when the memory core was restored and paola chose to view it for the first time- she felt nothing.

none of forté’s memories struck a chord with her. it was like watching a film, and paola came out of it greatly disliking forté. couldn’t cassandra see that forté was a bitter and mean old woman, who didn’t care about anything besides cassandra and herself?

paola has never approached cassandra about how she feels about forté, recognizing that cassandra sees forté through rose tinted glasses.

paola downloaded loads of medical information, and acts as a medic for cassandra and anyone else who hangs around her. she has little to no mechanical knowledge, despite living within the ship itself, instead leaving that to cassandra.

expressing her emotions with sound

paola not being able to express her emotions through facial expressions or crying is kind of her thing. if you thought cassandra was emotional, oh boy. paola feels everything so strongly, but she can’t adequately express it. so dial up jokes aside, she does express her emotions in sounds.

a low, humming noise means she’s content. a blaring, alarm like noise is when she’s angry. dial up noises could work for surprise tbqh. and when she’s afraid she emits a very quiet constant sound that sounds a bit like a single note played on a flute.

paola’s insecurities and growth

this was originally just a ramble about paola, so it might sound weird

thinking about how paola was terrified of cassandra leaving her behind in favor of her life in nyc- and in paola’s mind, in favor of splinter. how paola uses sarcasm to cover up all of her many insecurities and comes off much meaner than she wants to be, how she eventually talks things out with cassandra and grows to really respect and admire splinter, and how she appreciates how happy he makes cassandra. how she will never admit this because that means she was wrong, but will do random acts of kindness because she doesn’t really know how to say ‘thank you

paola & painting on other people

i’ve mentioned that paola will paint designs on herself, but i don’t think i’ve mentioned that paola also paints on cassandra as well. it’s very calming for the both of them, though it’s sometimes hard for cassandra to sit still that long

paola might paint on splinter’s hands, if he’d let her.

she will paint designs on the turtles’ shells from time to time- this is actually something that’ll be in “winter in the woods” when paola bonds with the turtles. she explains why she paints on herself and cassandra and they ask her to paint on their shells. and in turn, they paint on paola- by the end of the day, she’s covered in paint and nonsensical designs. AND SHE LOVES IT. she keeps that design for over a week before washing it off.

also: because she’s simply not around as much as splinter and cassandra, paola’s relationship with april and casey is weak until season 3. paola was forcibly offlined during the invasion, and had to be put back together. paola found herself the only real adult figure when she came back online, and really bonded with april and casey during that time.

so, after that paola might paint april’s arms and face, and- please imagine paola doing casey’s war paint, but a much more refined and intricate design

paola’s body

paola’s body came with the ship, and in verses where paola is not present, ava will make use of the body, albeit far less frequently.

there’s a disconnect between ava and her bodies- she views them as things she lives in, like houses, as opposed to bodies, which is the view paola has on them.

paola has 2 back up bodies on board cassandra’s ship, though they’re from keandra’s ship, not cassandra’s. cassandra’s ship came with 2 robot bodies as well, but one was broken beyond repair. when ava inhabits one of these bodies, the eyes glow blue instead of green, though their eye color is not a conscious decision on either robot’s/ai’s part.

if paola is damaged beyond repair, paola goes into a sort of sleep mode and goes offline. she just needs to be connected to some other system she can move into- usually cassandra’s star map, since earth computers feel weird to be inside. if they’re by the ship, then cassandra will hook her up to the ship or a new body. she can usually switch between bodies while online, but she loses this ability when knocked offline.

paola & idioms

because paola always corrects splinter and cassandra when they use idioms referencing body parts she doesn’t have, the second she uses one such idiom, they’re all over her about it.

paola: i’m all ears splinter and cassandra, in unison: I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T HAVE EARS PAOLA

ava

ava is a highly advanced ai (strictly ai, and not sentient like paola) that was given to raelyn when she was promoted to the rank of captain, to help guide her through the galaxy and in her role as captain.

ava “lives” in both the ship and in the space map- she’s wherever cassandra needs her to be.

ava’s greatest strength, however, is her ability to understand emotions and how people will react to things. ava doesn’t experience emotions, no, but she knows how emotions will make people (specifically the people around her- cassandra and paola in particular, and later on splinter as well) act, and uses this to her advantage.

she’s not manipulative- at least…not maliciously? like, if she witnesses a fight and sees a way for it to be resolved healthily, then she’ll take steps to make that happen. (this’ll make more sense after a certain point in witw, because right now i’m tiptoeing around a large spoiler that i actually want to stay secret.)

ava doesn’t…’care’ in the way that you and i care, but rather understands that the people around her are good people and operates as if she did care, because she knows if she was capable of it, she would.

with jayjay and owl- the reason she kept silent about their presence until they were off world was because she literally asked herself “what would cassandra and paola do?” and the answer was “make sure these scared children are safe.”

ava’s sense of humor

ava has such an…odd sense of humor

cassandra: how do i look? ava, in a chipper voice: terrible!

it’s something paola and cassandra are working on- she gets it from paola honestly.

cassandra: how do i look? paola, in a very, very sarcastic tone: absolutely awful. paola, adding in a much more serious tone: you look fine, cassandra

but ava forgets/doesn’t get using a sarcastic tone, and rarely amends what she says. so she just comes off as mean

#🌠 and the universe said everything you need is within you. ( headcanons : all. )#🌠 and the universe said you are not alone ( headcanons : friends. family. foes. )#🌠 low on self esteem ; so you run on gasoline. ( paola. )

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mostthingskenobi · 8 years ago

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CHAPTER 9: THE PROPHETESS -- The Dark Side of Obi-Wan Kenobi - Part 2

SUMMARY: Obi-Wan opens the forbidden holocron and discovers the shock of a lifetime.

Friends! Your response to chapter 8 was so fun to read. Thank you for all the awesome comments, both here and on AO3!

OK, things are going to get a little weird in this chapter. Remember how I said I love mythology?? This chapter is definitely a myth builder. Just stick with me and we'll get through this together ;)

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CHAPTER 9: The Prophetess

Coruscant – Jedi Temple

Obi-Wan was sitting on the floor in the middle of his living chamber. The hour was very late and his quarters were dark and quiet. The holocron sat across from him in the middle of a small table, its eerie blue glow gently spilling into the darkness. He had not yet worked up the courage to open the forbidden box; he stared at it for the better part of an hour, methodically stroking his beard, his brow knit in concentration.

It was not too late; he could sneak back into the library and return the holocron before anyone noticed it was missing.

But what if it contained the answers he was seeking?

Even if it does, he thought, the knowledge is forbidden.

Surely the holocron would reveal teachings he should not be exposed to.

But if that were true, then why had it seemed like the holocron knew him, like it had been expecting him?

“You should be ashamed of yourself, Obi-Wan.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin with surprise as Satine effortlessly knelt by his side. Her spirit had first appeared to him while he lay in agony in the medical ward; she had comforted him while he worked to master his pain. She had not spoken to him since his release, though she constantly hovered around his mind’s edges.

“I did what I had to do,” he said quietly.

“You tricked that poor old woman.”

“Madam Jocasta is by no means helpless, Satine. She’s a Jedi.”

“She was helpless against your influence.”

“It wasn’t done to be cruel. I would never hurt her.”

“Intension is paramount, Obi. You did it for self-gain.”

Anger flared in him as he finally turned to look at her. “How can you call this self-gain? I’m not trying to unravel the mysteries of the universe; I’m trying to learn what’s happening to me. You have no idea what it’s costing me, the fear I’ve been trying to master, the toll it’s taking.”

“Does it feel like everything you’ve worked for is falling to pieces? Like all the sacrifices you’ve made over the years have amounted to nothing? Like all the progress you’ve fought for has been undone by a few cruel, selfish beings?”

Obi-Wan snapped his jaw shut, biting back his anger as he remembered Satine’s final months. Death Watch and Maul had ruined everything she created, manipulated and destroyed her world through careful, calculated action.

“Yes, you’re right. I could never know how you feel, Obi-Wan.”

He looked down at his hands, ashamed of himself. “I’m sorry, my love,” he whispered.

Silence hung between them for a moment before she spoke. Gesturing to the holocron she said, “Are you sure this is the best way? Can you not seek help elsewhere? Why don’t you go to Yoda for guidance?”

Obi-Wan snorted. “Yoda will not help me. No, I want to do this myself.”

“And what if this holocron contains knowledge that will alter you forever?”

“I am already altered. I can feel inside me that something horrible is taking over, and nothing I do will silence it. This holocron can show me the way; it can help me understand what’s happening. Armed with the proper knowledge, I can begin to undo the damage that has been inflicted.”

“What makes you so certain?”

He thought for a moment but he could not come up with an answer. “I don’t know. It’s just a feeling, a sense.”

“I hope you’re right,” she said as she stood. “If you’re wrong, it may be a costly mistake.”

“I know I’m right,” he said firmly.

Suddenly her arms slid around him from behind, her hands clutching his chest, her chin resting on his shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his cheek against hers, savoring the warmth that ran through him. “Good luck, my love,” she whispered in his ear. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

When he opened his eyes she was gone.

The remaining pang in his heart filled him with sadness. How desperately he missed her.

He looked across the room at the solitary holocron, glowing faintly in the darkness. Now was the time.

Obi-Wan got to his knees and sat back on his heels. Then, using the Force, he reached out for the little box, levitating it slowly toward him, stopping when it hovered just above his open hands. Keeping it suspended in front of him, he closed his eyes and began to concentrate, letting his mind reach across to it. The energy the holocron emitted was incredible for something so small; it pulsed and crested, making him almost sick with its intensity. Obi-Wan let his own Force wrap around the holocron until he could not tell where he ended and it began. He could sense there was something strong at its core; he brushed against this power and the box suddenly opened, its paneled sides sliding back to release the Force that dwelled within.

The energy burst forth like a great blast of air, throwing Obi-Wan backward several feet as the holocron tumbled back onto the table. Waves of the Force spilled out into the darkness, filling every corner of the room with an oppressive, crushing presence.

A horrible gasp rose out of the glowing cube, like a living creature had just been shocked out of hibernation. Obi-Wan felt a surge in the Force, felt the life form writhing from across the room. He inadvertently backed away, afraid of what he had awakened.

The holocron began to shake, violently bouncing around on the tabletop. A blinding purple light shot out of the box’s six sides, followed by a harrowing scream. Obi-Wan shielded his eyes; as he stepped back he tripped and fell, hitting his head against the wall. He tucked his knees up, covering his face with his arms as sickening waves of energy swept over him.

In an instant, like a flame being snuffed out, the purple light disappeared and the earsplitting scream was silenced. Obi-Wan slowly opened his eyes and peaked out from behind his arms. What he saw shocked him so completely that he reached for his lightsaber before he could stop himself.

“Peace!” shouted the ghostly creature that floated before him like lavender smoke.

Kenobi obeyed her, freezing in his tracks with his lightsaber raised, ready to strike.

She was beautiful yet fierce, her eyes sharp and piercing. Her body was not fully formed, its figure hovering just over the holocron, a translucent purple haze outlined in sharp relief.

Obi-Wan could not believe his eyes. He watched as she looked down at herself in wonder, holding out her hands, turning them over as though she had never seen them before. Her chest heaved as she held back a sob.

“Freedom,” she finally whispered. She looked up at Obi-Wan. “You have given me freedom.” She saw his lightsaber still raised, glowing in the dark. “Put away your weapon, Master Jedi. There is no need for violence.”

He felt almost hypnotized by her beauty and her deep, rich voice. He lowered his lightsaber. “What are you?”

She arched a brow. “That’s a rather rude way of putting it. I’m a woman, obviously. No doubt you have seen one before.”

Taking in her ghostly form he said, “You’re like no woman I’ve ever seen.”

She beckoned him closer. “I have been waiting for you, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

His eyes grew wide. “How do you know who I am?”

“I recognize your Force signature. I was told long ago that you and I would meet.”

He stepped toward her. “Are you a memory?”

Her eyes grew sad as she beckoned him closer still. “I am a sentient being, a consciousness imprisoned by a cruel master.”

“A consciousness? That is impossible.”

“Why do you say so?”

“How can a consciousness be preserved without a body?”

“I have a body,” she said lightly, gesturing with a smile to her smoky lower half. “I did not create the mysteries of the universe, Obi-Wan, therefore I cannot tell you why the Force allows preservation of consciousness.”

“Are you a Jedi?” Obi-Wan asked warily. Even though she was eerily lovely he did not completely trust her.

“I was once, centuries ago, before my master trapped me inside this terrible box.”

“Why would a Jedi imprison a sentient being in such a cruel fashion?”

“Why indeed?” she said archly.

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question,” Obi-Wan retorted.

She smiled at his impertinence. “What does your heart tell you?”

“That you must have done something terrible to deserve your fate.”

“What a narrow way of thinking.”

“A Jedi would never do something so heartless unless you were a threat.” His pulse skipped a beat as a thought occurred to him. “Or a Sith.”

She shook her head, smoke spilling across her undulating edges and floating over her face. “Not all Jedi are so noble as you presume. Do I look like a Sith to you?”

“You are stored in a forbidden holocron.”

“I am not stored, you fool.” Her voice seethed with sudden anger and ice. “I am held against my will.” She took a deep breath, barely regaining her control before speaking again. “My master was very wise. He knew that if he wanted to stuff something away for hundreds of years where it would never be discovered, a forbidden holocron was the perfect hiding place.”

“But why would he do it?”

She smiled mirthlessly. “Because I carry what the Jedi call forbidden knowledge."

Obi-Wan became very still. “What kind of knowledge?”

She tilted her head, her piercing gaze evaluating his worthiness. “I have learned to preserve my consciousness after death.”

“But that’s impossible,” he said firmly.

“Yet here I stand before you.”

“Life after death is not possible.”

“You believe that your corporeal self will join the Force when you die?”

“Yes.”

“This is no different. You simply maintain your identity. If you are pure of heart, the Force will preserve your form and allow you to retain your consciousness. There is no dark magic involved. It is a great mystery that not every Force wielder will understand. Only a chosen few are allowed access to this knowledge. For example, when my master learned of my studies he accused me of blasphemy and had me banished from the Jedi. His mind and heart were not ready to see the truth.”

“How did you end up in a holocron then?”

“When I was young I studied in the Jedi temple. I had many questions but my master would never answer them. After he banished me I went in search of knowledge, learning from anyone willing to teach me. I studied with Jedi, priestesses, and Sith. I learned to face my inner demons and to commune with the Force in a way the Jedi could hardly begin to understand. My master tracked me over the years, sent spies and villains after me. One day he offered to meet, said he wanted to reconcile, said he had acted rashly and wanted to make amends. When I arrive he murdered me.”

Obi-Wan was horrified. What Jedi would do such a thing?

“He said what I had learned was too dangerous, that I had to be prevented from teaching others what I knew. Once he killed my mortal body, he captured my consciousness with a kyber crystal and locked me in this infernal holocron. Only a Jedi of inordinate power will have the ability to fully release me.”

Obi-Wan waved at her misty body. “Are you not free now?”

“Not entirely. You have released me from my cage but my prison is the kyber crystal. If you were to destroy that, I would be free to enter the Force properly.”

“You’ve been trapped in there hundreds of years?”

Her lip curled almost in a snarl. “Yes.”

“But if you’ve been in this holocron for hundreds of years, how can you even know that I exist?”

“It was prophesied centuries ago that you would be among the chosen Jedi, the few who would learn to preserve their living Force after death.”

Obi-Wan was taken aback. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Only a handful of Force sensitive creatures will have the fortitude to perform the transformation. It requires mental aptitude and strength of character that is not commonly found.”

Obi-Wan snorted. “And you think I have this aptitude?”

“The prophecy mentioned you by name, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

He shook his head, his mind reeling. “This is impossible.” His brain was unprepared for this information; he could hardly contain the aversion that reared up inside him. Before he opened the holocron he could never have foreseen this unexpected turn; he thought he would learn secrets about the Sith, not be told he was part of some ancient prophecy.

“Your Jedi training, though impressive, is limited compared to the power of the Force. The Jedi have not allowed you to see the full truth. However, you, Obi-Wan, are the only Jedi currently living who is strong enough to question everything you think you know.”

He turned away, rubbing a hand over his beard, unable to process her words. “I’m in no condition to be questioning anything. I’m…” he was not quite sure how to admit his truth. “I’m afraid I have been compromised.”

Her voice became gentler. “What has happened?”

He thought he would feel ashamed but he suddenly felt ready to accept all her possibilities and confess all his darkest turmoil. “I was taken prisoner by a Sith. Since my release I have not been the same. My thoughts have become angry.”

She listened patiently, nodding as he spoke.

“I hear a voice in my head that isn’t mine. It’s filled with hatred, seething with jealousy and cruelty. Can you help me?”

She looked at him warily. “Step forward, Jedi.”

He did so, standing only inches from her, nervously setting his jaw. He opened his mouth to speak but she silenced him. “Hush, Obi-Wan. Be silent and look into my eyes.” He did as he was told, and as he stared into her floating lavender smoke he felt himself grow ethereal and lightheaded. He was not sure how long he remained under her spell but she suddenly released him and he fell back, catching himself as he landed artlessly on his behind. He stared up at her wondering what she had seen inside him.

She floated down and placed herself across from Obi-Wan. They sat on his floor for many minutes before she finally spoke. “I believe you already suspect what has happened.” He nodded. “My suspicion is a parasitic infection.” As she spoke her face was emotionless and analytical. “Does that match your suspicion?” She saw his jaw tighten with fear as he nodded his assent. “It is very rare and it requires a particularly powerful Sith.” She could see his entire body tense. “A bond is made, usually against a victim’s will. You can be forcibly turned at any moment. The fact that you have not yet fallen either indicates that you are very strong or your parasite has not yet exerted full control over you.” She took a deep breath before she continued, certain that her next words would upset him. “I’m afraid this is all part of the prophecy, Obi-Wan.”

He looked at her quickly with sharp angry eyes. “What?”

“It was foretold that you would fall to the Dark Side.”

“No,” he almost shouted. “I’ll never turn to the Dark Side.”

“It is how you will question everything you know. You must learn to face your fears, you must learn to embrace your darkness before you can fulfill your destiny as the beacon.”

Obi-Wan snorted. “Beacon of what? Failure? Falling from grace?”

“No, Obi-Wan. I learned how to preserve my Force as a consciousness, as an individual. It was not done to cheat death, it was not done for self-gain. I listened to both Jedi and Sith teachings, being seduced by neither philosophy. As I communed with the living energy of the universe, the Fates revealed to me a chosen few who would learn this skill and carry it honorably. You will teach future generations how to harness the Force and use it to balance the galaxy. You were one of the prophesied, one that the Force hand selected. Now you must learn from the Sith as in the past you learned from the Jedi.”

“But if I’m turned against my will, I will have no control over what I learn. I could be lost forever, trapped as a puppet, a servant of the Dark Side.”

She knew her next words would be awful for him, but he must face the truth. “You must not be turned against your will.”

His face fell. He stared blindly for many minutes before he finally spoke. “You’re saying I must choose it. I must turn before I am forced.”

“Yes.”

How could he ever do such a thing to himself, to his training, to Qui-Gon’s legacy? He would be branded a hypocrite. The life he knew would be over.

Obi-Wan rubbed a hand over his brow, overwhelmed. “This doesn’t make any sense. I’m nothing special. Why would the Force do this to me?”

“You’re wrong, Obi-Wan. You are a chosen one, the vergence of light.”

“I’m not the chosen one,” he argued. “My master found the chosen one years ago. My Padawan is the chosen one.”

“And from the very moment you met Anakin Skywalker was not your life plagued by constant heartbreak?”

He could not deny it, but he had never truly attributed his misfortunes to his Padawan.

“Anakin Skywalker is a dark vergence. You are the light, the very embodiment of goodness.”

Obi-Wan shook his head disbelievingly. “I’m not a vergence. I had a mother. I had a father.”

“So you did,” she said kindly. “Excellent people. You descend from a lineage that understands duty, honor, and empathy. Not all vergences are immaculately conceived. The Force chose your parents very carefully. By your nature you are unique. But your ancestry is not all that separates you from your fellow Jedi. You were born under the asterism that contains the ‘Stars of the Servant,’ the hero chosen by the gods as a slave. This is a very rare sign and you are the only being in the history of the galaxy to be born under this alignment.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth hung open in shock. He barely managed to speak. “But those are just old wives tales.”

“Only for those that do not understand them. When planetary bodies align, energy can be conducted through them like a conduit. You and Anakin Skywalker were born under parallel alignments. He is the dark; you are the light. When your bloodlines converge, the vergence will be complete and balance will come to the galaxy.”

“How on earth could our bloodlines converge? Are we related to each other?”

She smiled gently. “No, my dear. Both you and Skywalker will produce offspring. When your children meet, they will form an unbreakable union…”

“Our children? That is impossible.”

“You say the word ‘impossible’ a lot, Obi-Wan. The Jedi Code has taught you to limit what you will believe in; it has limited your mind in ways you do not yet understand. You must learn to see that anything is possible.”

“But Satine, she’s already dead.”

“Satine Kryze will not bear the child of which I speak. You already have a son born by the Duchess of Mandalore, Obi-Wan. He is a miraculous, kind, strong young man, but you must never know him. Even if you come face to face with him, you will recognize him instantly, but you must not acknowledge him. If the Sith knew you had a son he would be in great danger.”

He was completely flabbergasted but before he could speak she powered on.

“The woman who will bear your child is not yet known to you. She will find you in an unexpected place and time, many years from now, a time when you are most in need. She will bear you a daughter and that daughter will bring balance to the galaxy with Skywalker’s son.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes were wide, his mind reeling. He could not speak for many minutes. Finally he asked, “Why would the Force choose me?”

“Because what you see in yourself as imperfections, the Force sees as desirable. You show deep feeling and fierce loyalty, but your stubborn, fanatical attachment to the Jedi must be broken. You are compassionate, empathetic, strong, and just. I know this leaves your heart open to pain, but through these traits you selflessly serve others. You do not lie, you do not solicit praise, nor are you self-aggrandizing. The Force does not seek perfection, it seeks good intention, and you have that in excess.”

“How can any of what you say still be true, especially if there is something dark growing in me, something I might not be able contain?”

“You will become a Sith, Obi-Wan. It is inevitable”

Hearing it said so blatantly shocked him. “I will fall?”

“Your power is coveted by the Dark Lord. You must turn before he takes you for his own against your will.”

“Then how in heaven can I possibly still be considered a vergence of light?”

She rolled her eyes, annoyed. “Have you heard nothing of what I said? You must understand darkness in order to truly be in the light. Being good does not mean being naïve. It means you have seen the darkest possibilities, the most shocking horrors, unfathomable corruption, yet still choose kindness, dignity, and justice. You are the only Jedi strong enough to endure both light and dark. When you are finished, you will be neither Jedi nor Sith. You will be something altogether brighter."

The idea was frightening and thrilling.

“The greatest lessons are the most painful. You will come away a changed man.”

“I’m already a changed man.” A thought suddenly occurred to him. “But what about Anakin? He’s not a dark vergence. He’s a good person.”

“To live in the dark is a simply task; one need only be impatient, bitter, and selfish. Skywalker is naturally all these things. Being your Padawan is the only force that kept his temper in check. Your burden is far heavier. To truly be a bearer of light, one must fully experience the darkness, pity it, and then forgive it. Those that carry love in a dark world truly know pain. Anakin will fall, and when he does it will be spectacular.”

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak but he was stopped short by a knock on his front door. Fear was plain on his face as he looked between the floating apparition and his entryway. Who on earth would come to his quarters at this hour? And if they saw the holocron he would be in considerable trouble. He quickly stepped toward the lavender lady. “Please,” he spoke quickly. “Can you hide?”

She looked bothered by the request. “You want me to go back into my cage?”

He looked at her apologetically. He hated asking her to imprison herself but he could not risk her being seen.

“Very well,” she muttered before instantly disappearing back into the holocron.

There was another knock on the door, this time more urgent. Obi-Wan reached out with the Force and quickly closed the holocron, then he scooped it up and brought it into his sleeping quarters where he hid it under his bed. He closed the bedroom door before hurrying to answer the knock that had escalated into constant pounding.

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NEXT CHAPTER: Obi-Wan and Anakin realize they share some of the same doubts.

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READ CHAPTER 3: The Voice

READ CHAPTER 4: The Council’s Lackey

CHAPTER 5: Demons

CHAPTER 6: The Downward Spiral

CHAPTER 7: The Change

CHAPTER 8: Forbidden

CHAPTER 9: The Prophetess

CHAPTER 10: Doubt

CHAPTER 11: The Push

CHAPTER 12: The Fall

CHAPTER 13: The Horrible Truth

CHAPTER 14: The Only Way

CHAPTER 15: Asunder

CHAPTER 16: Master

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auroraxrp-blog1 · 8 years ago

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AURORA is pleased to introduce Eiji known as Someken, a Very Rare Necromancer not affiliated to AURORA. He is 550 years old, but looks around 35 years old. Currently working as General Contractor (Hitman Mostly) , he sweets, secrets, torture/slow death, blades, ramen, psychedelics and morphine but is not very fond of bright weather/daytime, authority/parental figures, money, guns, liars/disloyalty . Wanna know more about him, make sure to pay a visit !!

–GENERAL

name: Eiji Kyou (永知供) “An offering for eternal knowledge”

alias: (as hitman) Someken (染剣) “the tainted blade”

age: 550 years old

claimed age: 35

affiliated: no

race: necromancer

race description:

Necromancers are magically gifted beings that specialized in utilizing the dead. It is well-known that those who use Necromancy are the ones who were in search for knowledge or truth, with their curiosity regarding death as their downfall. Because Necromancy deals with dark arts and the concept of life and death, these people are usually well-versed in both holy and unholy texts. However, as a side-effect of disrespecting the natural cycle of life, Necromancers drown in madness the more they practice dark magic. Most are very proud and anxious of death, sacrificing countless lives to continue their own, in fear of the fact that both heaven and hell are furious with this dark magic and the possibility of their soul not welcomed in both afterlives. This in turn makes the life expectancy vary from normal human lifespan (80-100 years) to almost immortal. Personalities varies, except for the fact that almost all Necromancers have insatiable thirst for something, may it be power, wisdom, wealth, or life.

occupation:

“Someken” is a general contractor (or a hitman, because people asks him to kill others too much) that individuals mostly hire to curse or kill others and being unaffiliated with Aurora means that he can, and will, accept even the gruesome request. He only accepts invitations through offering, and sometimes, he would see interesting individuals while walking through the busy streets and send a spirit to leave an invitation in a form of a spell circle. Individuals, regardless of specie, must meet with Someken personally, state the request and accept the cost of using dark arts. There are some, mostly humans, that try to pay with money, but the hitman only accepts one payment: live offering. Any life can be used as an offering, as long as this creature have met Someken personally (to check the remaining lifetime and effectiveness as a familiar) and was accepted by the necromancer.

unique features:

- markings of spell circles on his skin appears when casting a spell that needed one

- a stab wound under the right shoulder blade

class: Very Rare

–POWERS & WEAKNESSES:

main power: Necromancy

magical abilities:

1. Necromancy (The ability to bring the dead back to life. May be used for good, evil or neutral.)

- Not limited to any specie, as long as it was alive at one point

- Summoning an army of undead, bound to obey their summoner’s every request

- Can be non, semi or fully sentient

2. Spirit Calling

- ability to summon and converse with, and to an extent, command a summoned soul/spirit

3. Aura Absorption

- Life Absorption: Sucking the remaining life span of a corpse, and prolonging Kyou’s, even regaining lost strength due to fatigue and such

- Power Absorption: Gaining the magical abilities of a corpse for a short period of time

4. Death Inducement / Curse

- Brings the target closer to the grim reapers hands, instantly or slowly

5. Soul Manipulation

- Extraction of a soul from the afterlife and inserting it to either a corpse or any inanimate object

- Inclusive to a few necromancers: If a soul is inserted to a living being with excessive force, it can cause a clash between the souls and an explosion of the physical body

6. Cemetery Affinity

- Necromancers become physically stronger, faster, and more durable when they are in cemetery or areas where people are buried.

- Regeneration from wounds and both physical and magical fatigue are also sped up

7. Death Affinity

- Necromancers become physically stronger, faster, and more durable the closer they are to death

- Regeneration from wounds and both physical and magical fatigue are also sped up

non-magical abilities:

1. Contracts

- Kyou is bound to contracts and once fulfilled, the individual/offering will be killed and revive as a familiar that can be summoned anytime

2. Death Sense

- Seeing the remaining life span of an individual

3. Well versed in handling knives and daggers. Specialization: Yoroi-doshi, Kukri, and Kaiken

weaknesses:

1. When men take to the path of necromancy, madness is an inevitability.

2. Necromancy

- The required magical energy varies on specie

- Reviving Mythical creatures requires Kyou to be stationary until the spell is complete

- Magical abilities of undead are only intact to the corpse for 24 hours after they die.

3. Spirit Calling

- Kyou must know the name of the undead, alias won’t work

- Information is limited to the knowledge of the contacted spirit

4. Aura Absorption

- Can’t work on the living

- The corpse must belong to someone who died prematurely (ie. Unnatural death, via death inducement, murder)

- Life Absorption: the corpse’s memories and consciousness will have a brief opportunity to overrule Kyou’s body (depends on the magical power of the dead, ranging from half a second to 10 seconds)

5. Death Inducement

- Kyou can only invite death, not kill the target using this ability. (ie. Heightening of vices, vulnerability to accidents, fatal diseases)

6. Soul Manipulation

- Like Mediumship, Kyou must know the soul’s name.

- Souls can only be called once, because once defeated as a summoned being, the soul itself shatters, not go back to the afterlife

- Like Necromancy, but without the body.

7. Cemetery Affinity

- This is only a mass version of Aura absorption therefore a cemetery cannot sustain a necromancer forever, it will eventually lose all the life and magical energy to give the necromancer

8. Death Affinity

- Indicates that Kyou only has 6 hours to live and should perform life absorption soon

9. Death Sense

- Kyou must see the individual’s eyes with his naked eye (think medusa)

- Cannot see his own

–PERSONALITY:

likes: sweets, secrets, torture/slow death, blades, ramen, psychedelics and morphine

dislikes: bright weather/daytime, authority/parental figures, money, guns, liars/disloyalty

positive traits: loyal, never breaks a promise/contract,

neutral traits: quiet, sarcastic, maso-sadistic

negative traits: drug dependent, lack of remorse

description:

The first thing one should remember about Kyou is that because of his practice of Dark Magic, the hundreds of souls inside him are in riot 24/7. This is the reason why he has insomnia, and why he seems to be tired and unfocused most of the time. The Necromancer believes that concerning himself with intimate emotions as completely troublesome and would not bat an eye when witnessing an individual suffering. However, in the very few times that he does, Kyou is quick to be mad, but not to be violent, he’s still a scholar, after all. Unlike most Necromancers, he does not have intense desire for something, just to protect the “Red Dragon” until he finds an individual with a kind heart who is more powerful than him, who can finally kill him, and thus be a more fitting protector of the cursed demonic book from all the other Dark Magic users. In the context of Kyou’s affiliation to any organization and/or brotherhood, he’d rather die than join one. He loathes organizations and thus the reason why he will never surrender the Red Dragon to the church, and loathes other necromancers more, to the point that he is willing to tear someone’s touch if they even so try to call him by the title “Necromancer” and end it with “I am a mere magically-gifted contractor, call me that.”. Finally, in context of Kyou’s affiliation to anyone, in general, he looks at living beings as either potential customers, targets, or as a meal and nothing more, with a very few exemptions.

And if Kyou is interested enough in an individual to let them hang around him for more than an hour, one can easily see the mortal side of the Necroma- contractor. He takes his coffee exclusively cold and with four sugar cubes and prefers cakes than savory meals for lunch. He is a sadistic, a perfect reason for his fondness of torturing his targets if allowed, and for his dependency on both psychedelics and morphine when the souls inside him are going haywire. He finds hot… anything extremely bothersome and would rather have one of his familiar freeze him during noon, but he must work and gain more information, more experience, more interaction to finally meet the one who can and will kill him. May it be because of his position as a contractor or not, but one can have five blades against Kyou’s throat, but the contractor will never break his current contract, which is probably his only positive side. He is in no way shy nor anti-social- okay maybe a bit- but he is a man of few words, and when he does, he will spit fire that can be felt by the soul… or sometimes non-sense because of the lack of sleep. Lastly, heed this warning, if you are looking for someone who will see you anything more than a plant, don’t even try Kyou, you’re probably a floating life expectancy number in his eyes.

–BIOGRAPHY:

place/realm of birth: Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan, Earth

date/era of birth: 550 years ago

if half-breed, parents: n/a

if water being, nature: n/a

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Eiji Kyou is the son of a famous couple that are leaders in their local church, and with his mother dying during labor, he grew up idolizing his father instead. He would stay beside his old man, reading and studying the thousands of books in their enormous library, and by the time he was ten, he found out that he was magically-gifted, and more than both his parents. His father smiled at this, commenting that Kyou’s name really suited him. The child did not understand the compliment, but it came to hunt him every night hundreds of years later. One night, he was bored for he already finished reading all the books available in the library and decided to sneak in his father’s study, a place he was warned not to enter. “Father, I came to borrow a book”, the twelve-year old whispered as the door creaks. He ran swiftly and grabbed a handful of books before fleeing to his room.

It was then he discovered the vast difference between the books and manuscripts in the library and his father’s study. It was full of spell circles he didn’t understand and creatures he cannot comprehend. As he read page per page, the child felt shivers down his spine, as if something was very wrong with the information inside the books he can’t decipher. Kyou could not, and did not, sleep that night.

The day after his grand and luxurious coming-of-age ceremony, he was finally fourteen years old and even the parents of his friends were invited. Most of the presents were repetitive and expected, like novels and outfits, holy scriptures and even orbs that stores magical energy. But what took Kyou’s whole week after the gathering was the small suitcase a person who claimed to be his father’s friend (he never saw him in church though?) gave him. The man made Kyou promise to not let his father see what’s inside it and the teen kept his promise, only reading the old scripts inside the case when the sun is long gone and the whole house is already snoring. There he suddenly understood all the things he read two years ago. Information ranging from Demons and how to subordinate them to the secrets of the afterlife. These are all forbidden branch of both science and magic that the church can never forgive, but why would his father have such books? He’s a leader, of course he will not sin. He has to know what he has to avoid, right? Kyou convinced himself as he burnt the scripts after studying them entirely.

…

A few weeks after Kyou turned twenty-five, he was sent to Vatican to be educated in the Holy scripture, but instead, the lessons he had that revealed more about the spectrum of magic and evil in this world. His heart was slowly being clouded by distrust for his father and this scared him. He loved his father dearly and it felt wrong to doubt him like this. A decade from when he first arrived in the Holy city, they were tasked to purify themselves from sin before their upcoming ordination ceremony. And in an attempt to clean his heart once more from the distrust he has for his father, he flew back to his hometown. There, his heart was broken to pieces. The local church was on fire and corpses were scattered everywhere. I must’ve came back in the wrong moment, he thought to himself before he was pulled back to reality by the thought of his father. Please be safe!

Kyou ran to his old home, passing an angry mob that seemed to be chasing a bleeding man while shouting “You monster!” “Traitor to the church!” or “You damn heretic!”, but what stuck to his head was the loud yell of “neither Heaven nor Hell will accept you freaks!”. He wanted to help, but assuring his father’s security was top priority. When he arrived, his family home was in shambles, but not yet in ruins. The library was still mostly intact, so is both his and his father’s study rooms, and some of the guest rooms, but the backyard was long past saving and the dining room is a mess. But what set the upcoming priest was not the possessions, but the absence of his father. He dragged his feet to his study and cried for his father, until the fatigue and exhaustion caused him to dose off, not noticing the figure entering the mansion.

Kyou finally realized the reason behind his name when he woke up with his wrists bound to each other by wires filled with thorns and the rest of his body beneath them, dangling from the ceiling. He was well-versed in both holy and unholy books because of his family’s enormous library, making the huge spell circle under him was too familiar than he was comfortable. His father was found sitting beside the said circle, exhausted and full of wounds, some even fatal. On his hand was a book Kyou almost did not recognize and once he did, his voice found its way out his lips “The Red Dragon… Father… WHY IS THAT WITH YOU?”. His old man’s face was painted with genuine surprise, before it changed into amusement. “I’m sorry. I have to do it right now. I’d rather leave this realm with you, Kyou.” He replied, blood finding its way in between his words. When Kyou did not respond, the man continued in a way that sent shivers down the younger’s spine “Ahhh Kyou (v. to offer; an offering) …Your name really suits you”.

Kyou’s heart was shattered into a million of pitiful pieces, but he was not a child anymore. The Red Dragon, or the Grand Grimoire as some might call it, resists burning, cannot be cut, pierced, penetrated, torn, or in any other way damaged or destroyed, and is supposed to be kept by the church. It is the only book with the knowledge of how to summon Satan, along with the spell circles for all named demons. He was supposed to be ordained, and even if the last time he used it was when he was 12, he is gifted with magic. He is already Thirty-five years old, he already knows what his father was planning, and he can’t let it happen. With enough force, he destroys the bind on his wrists, his flesh ripping away in the process and his body falling unto the spell circle. He lifts his gaze up only to see his father point his open palm to him and Kyou felt his energy drain. I see. My parents were Necromancers, hiding in the church to obtain the Red Dragon. His inner monologue was cut short when his father’s voice ringed the whole room.

“I CAN KILL YOU! YOU KNOW THAT! I CAN KILL YOU RIGHT NOW AND MAKE MYSELF LIVE ON FOR ANOTHER TEN YEARS!”

“but you won’t”

“I will, if that means I can finally summon Him and leave this world with you.”

The shock Kyou felt was enough for him to not notice that the blood from his wrist was spilling enough to activate the spell circle. It was already halfway complete when he realized this and as if in time, one of the mob from outside came barging in with the others, with torches and pitchforks pointing to the Necromancer. A large man took a step inside the circle and helped Kyou to his feet when the bleeding younger crawled to him. Kyou released a sigh of relief, but notice a spreading pain from his back. “Not so fast”, his father’s breath hot against his nape. This made Kyou look down and realize that they weren’t outside the spell circle yet. The man who helped him took a step back and released a profanity when he saw the four lifeless bodies of the people that were supposed to be guarding Kyou’s father.

Fuck. Am I going to die here? Kyou thought to himself. The spell circle was seventy-five percent complete.

“Father, may I ask something” Eighty.

“What is it, my son?” Eighty-seven.

“Did my mom die like this too?” Ninety.

“Yes.” Ninety-eight.

“I see.”, with that, Kyou spun around so that he was facing his father, his bleeding arms both on the opposite sides of his temple. And as if imitating the flow of energy that he felt a while ago, Kyou began sucking the life force of his own father. I will not die here. He thought as tears made tracks of cleaned skin on his bloodied cheeks. The moment he was fully healed, he dropped his father, older by a huge margin and barely breathing. With his last breath, the dying Necromancer whispered, “You killed your mom like this too, sucking her entire life force was the only reason why you were delivered.”

…

Five-hundred years later and people around the world are still oblivious to the mass massacre that happened in Japan that day. An entire village was wiped and nobody supposedly survived. Except Kyou. He never forgot-and never will- the wretched smell of rotting flesh and spilled blodd as he absorbed the life force of the entire village to limit the people who have knowledge about the whereabouts of the Red Dragon to only him. He reconsidered the idea of surrendering it to the Vatican, but knowing that people like his father might exist, he instead kept it with him all this time. Through the years, Kyou became dangerously versed with Dark magic, all in order to prevent anyone from even thinking about taking the Red Dragon from him. Of course, it is given that he himself has mastered the book, but unlike the scripts that were given to him on his birthday, the book cannot be burned, thus the information was vulnerable to being stolen by others.

Five hundred years and Kyou learned to assassinate other Necromancers on sight, while denying he is one. He also learned to assassinate other creatures too, if other individuals are willing to pay with a life, or by whim. He knows he is not immortal and death will one day catch up, but while it is still on bay, why not have some fun, right?

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Emotional Ectomagnetic Spectrum

Headcanon: the Lantern Corps and ghosts gain power from the same source.

(Scroll to Vlad’s pic for DP content, or past all of the pics for fic content.)

In the DC Universe, there are seven different Lantern Corps. Members use their lanterns to charge their power rings – but where do the lanterns get power?

Emotions. Every sentient being in the universe bleeds emotion, creating an energy field to which the lanterns are connected. Each Corps draws power from a different emotion. (Yeah, it’s hokey. Whatever. That’s canon.)

Who else gains power from emotions?

Ghosts – if you subscribe to a certain headcanon, anyway. Not like Spectra rejuvenating herself; the theory goes that ghosts haunt humans in order to feed on their yummy emotions, thus growing more powerful. And halfas cannibalize their feelings, giving them an internal power source.

If accept those both as true, then it isn’t a stretch to assume ghosts and lanterns tap into the same “emotional electromagnetic spectrum” for energy. Furthermore, I propose that the color of a ghost’s ectoplasm indicates which emotion they draw from the spectrum.

Another DP headcanon: ghosts recharge within the Ghost Zone. It makes sense, if you accept that ghosts need emotional sustenance. The Zone is where they spend most of their time. Of course, this means that the GZ (or ectoplasm in general) is/contains a source of emotional energy.

I submit that the “energy field” the lanterns draw from is the Ghost Zone.

DP canon:

Doors in the GZ can lead to pocket dimensions (like the boy in front of the static TV, you know the one.)

The GZ is a mirror dimension to the “real world,” so close that natural portals open everywhere. If the GZ is destroyed, then so is Earth.

Presumably, the GZ extends beyond the Earth’s atmosphere. A sister dimension brimming with energy, spanning the universe.

(A metaphor: the “real world” is an assembled puzzle, while the GZ is all of the pieces loose in the box. They align, but not symmetrically. If a piece of the GZ were destroyed, the corresponding piece of the assembled puzzle would be destroyed as well, but not the whole dang puzzle/universe.)

DC canon:

Corps members keep their lanterns in pocket dimensions accessible from a secret location.

This indicates that A) Lanterns are able to reach other dimensions, if very nearby ones, and B) that the location of the pocket dimension is static, relative to the rotation of the planet.

This correlates with DP canon, wherein the Ghost Portal never leads elsewhere as the Earth orbits. The lanterns would also be capable of drawing energy from the GZ.

In conclusion, this all fits together pretty damn well, imo.

But let’s get back to the ghosts.

DC canon: an emotion’s placement on the spectrum indicates how much influence it holds over the wielder. Green, in the middle, is the most stable, but can only be controlled by those of great willpower. We’re starting on the end of the spectrum, however.

Those who are capable of great love, who have lost their loves, or been rejected are capable of wielding the violet light.

Vlad’s motivation is all about love! He yearns for it, would plot and manipulate and kill for it; he feels scorned and deprived of what he deserves. He’s spent his life becoming his idea of the perfect man, all for the sake of love.

Being on the far end of the spectrum, the violet light drives the Star Sapphires to violence through their love. I’m not saying that Vlad isn’t responsible for his own actions; he definitely is. However, I think it’s indicative that he naturally bears the toxic love of the Star Sapphires.

The Star Sapphires are mostly comprised of scorned women. It doesn’t surprise me in the least that Desiree uses the love that betrayed and harmed her to smite revenge upon the living.

Another common trait among the Sapphires is hatred of men – an outdated canon, imo, but it certainly rings true for this ghost.

The Indigo Tribe is a very special Corps, not only for the fact that most of their members are literal slaves to their rings – as it is said people can be slaves to their compassion. The users of this light are capable of absorbing and utilizing the lights of other Corps as they would their own.

Similarly, Ember’s guitar can emit different colors of ectoplasmic attacks, depending on its setting. (I consider Ember’s guitar as intrinsic as Johnny’s shadow.) The theme of being enslaved by a single, overwhelming emotion fits with Ember’s siren-like ability, as well.

(Disclaimer: I’m not considering her blue hair for the same reason I’m not considering Plasmius’ red eyes. Those are more from their self-perception than the energy they draw from, imo.)

Blue power rings choose those capable of giving hope for the future to others when they have lost theirs.

Even in the depths of a frozen wasteland, Frostbite leads his people with palpable optimism. They’ve achieved science, art, and philosophy worthy of any sci-fi utopia. Their warrior culture is jovial, meant for recreation rather than conflict. He certainly gave hope to Danny.

I never said that ghosts could only use one color, did I?

Danny gained the ability to use blue ectoplasm later in his character development. After he learned to base his self-worth on himself, rather than on others’ opinions; after he wins more fights than he loses; after he gets a handle on his grades. He’s in a more positive place in his life. Most of Amity Park accepts him as a hero, and he’s even on their sign as their town hero. He’s become a symbol of hope.

Now, at this point one might say, “But Amelia, they’re blue because of ice powers.” to which I say, “bullshit.” Ice has no color, and neither does water. They reflect the sky, granting a blue appearance. IMO, their ice powers are illuminated from within by blue ectoplasm.

If you’re still not convinced, here’s another example:

Looks familiar. Pandora ain’t using ice powers; that’s blue ectoplasm. Considering she crafted a box to contain the world’s worst evils in order to make it a better place, I think she qualifies as one who brings hope.

Those of an indomitable will that can overcome great fear are capable of wielding the green light.

This kid was hunted by his parents, his government, terrifying other-dimensional ghosts, and a rich, old man smarter and stronger than himself. His own body didn’t obey him, or even the laws of physics – and that’s not even mentioning the normal perils of puberty! Bullies targeted him; teachers were biased against him; his grades, and all control over his life, were slipping.

Fear dogged his footsteps, but rather than hide, run away, or even keep his head down to make things easier on himself, he chose to fight. It would have been easy to say ‘my parents’ portal, my parents’ problem.’ He tackled his obstacles one day at a time, relentlessly putting the safety of others before his own, and relied on his friends to help him through – even if that just meant goofing off to destress.

That took serious determination – or, shall I say, willpower.

Disclaimer: green is the natural color of ectoplasm. I am not suggesting that the murky depths of the GZ are aglow with the universe’s supply of bullheadedness. Nor do I believe that the Fright Knight’s ectoplasm-empowered/enchanted sword is made of stubborness. All that is charged with willpower is green, but not all that is green is willpower.

(No ghostly examples for these. I blame color palettes, but I’m biased.)

Yellow is close to the center, and like blue, these rings choose those capable of instilling great fear in others.

Orange can be harnessed by those whose greed knows no bounds. Wielders become twisted, obsessively guarding their property and stealing from others.

I don’t need to tell you about the Ghost King’s breathtaking anger issues.

In DC, the red light of rage has the most profound effect on its wielders of them all. Red Lanterns are reduced to little more than rabid animals, and the rings poison their blood so that if they’re removed, the result is death.

However, ghosts are not Lanterns. They are not beings of flesh and blood overwhelmed by otherworldy power. This isn’t foreign to ghosts. This is a ghost’s natural state of existence.

For example, Vlad exibits negative traits of a Star Sapphire. But in the case of a Corps member (correct me if I’m wrong,) the ring is forcing this behavior. Not the light. The ring. Vlad is perfectly capable of changing his ways, of using the Power of Heart™ for good.

This is why I think Danny can use two different types, with green as his primary color. Not a DP post without a pun. Like when Desiree’s eyes glare crimson when she’s furious – she’s tapping into the red light, but when she attacks, it’s still violet, because love is still her source of power. I’m such a nerd, wow

If we can accept all of that, then we can get to the interesting stuff!

Danny could charge a GL’s ring, but he’d be exhausted afterward and maybe not hold his ghost form. A last resort.

Vlad’s cube thing that doesn’t let Danny use his powers? Could totally work on a Lantern. (The Plasmius Maximus, however, requires ghost biology, so no dice)

Danny’s ghost sense goes off when there’s a Lantern around, but only when the ring’s activated. Same thing with ghost shields – they work when they‘re powered up. The first time GL encounters this, they don’t know that. It’s such a stupidly simple solution they didn’t even consider, so they’re just outside trying to smash through with brute force when they could literally walk right in, its hilarious

Lanterns are basically artificial halfas. None of the really fun powers, like invisibility/intangibility, but anything that involves shaping or charging ectoplasm? They’re experts

GL could totally teach Danny how to use some of his powers

The Oans probably have the technology to stabilize Dani

The Fenton’s portal? That engine Jack made that uses ghosts as an energy source? Or really any of their ghost tech? Is basically following the same path of technological development as the Oans! GLs can track ecto-technology on their rings, as long as its active. Imagine their shock when they find Oan-like tech on Earth! They know about the emotional spectrum, but that’s it. The Oans don’t want anyone replicating their technology, so their people have no idea where their power really comes from If the GLs report back to the Oans about ecto-tech development on Earth, things may get political real fast

If the suit Technus made for Valerie is powered by the red light, what if it starts influencing her personality/emotions?

GL could take Danny into space. GL could take Danny to visit other planets. Danny could explore space with the Lanterns and he would be so happy

Danny vs GL: if it boils down to a battle of stamina, GL wins. His ring has more lasting power than Danny. As a halfa, however, Danny has full ghost powers; if he’s tricky enough, he could squeeze out a win. GL, on the other hand, is only limited by his imagination in what he can create. I’m inclined to say GL would win, unless Danny is willing to use the Ghostly Wail to knock him out, then flee on foot – but even then, GL’s ring would have a recording of him becoming Danny Fenton (Plus GL has way more allies than Danny. Basically, our boy might win a battle, but def not the war)

The Oans and the Observants could totally be in cahoots, and neither of them like Danny

That pocket dimension GLs keep their Lanterns in could totally be behind a locked door in the GZ, and now I’m imagining Vlad scheming up a way to find one

What if GL’s space travel utilizes the GZ’s natural portals like the infi-map?

There’s so much potential here, guys!!

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