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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Hermit in Political Discussion Thread (With Rules)   
    Blood makes the grass roots grow! KILL KILL KILL!
     
     
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    Lawnmower Boy got a reaction from GM Joe in Political Discussion Thread (With Rules)   
    Yes, but if you ride the flaming wreckage down into the bottomless precipice of jagged rocks, all the while pumping out helpful observations to the effect that  nothing else is politically practical, you can secure the precious "moderate" high ground for 2024, when the Democrats are due. 
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    Lawnmower Boy got a reaction from Old Man in Political Discussion Thread (With Rules)   
    Yes, but if you ride the flaming wreckage down into the bottomless precipice of jagged rocks, all the while pumping out helpful observations to the effect that  nothing else is politically practical, you can secure the precious "moderate" high ground for 2024, when the Democrats are due. 
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Scott Ruggels in Batman (2021)   
    Movie superhero suits cannot look like the comics. Because film and video display more detail than most comic art (because deadlines). Therefore  you get multi layered spandex with texturing, and overlapping plates. This is because the suit has to look visually interesting at unflattering angles during stunts, as well as closeups. Marvel currently is the best at it, picking visually contrasting materials and intricate details, though at the extreme end was Ironman, where the suit was totally CGI. A good friend animated the suit by hand without mocap data for the scene where a champagne drunk Tony Stark embarrasses Pepper at a public function. The suit was based on the designs by Adi Granov, which honestly cannot be worn by humans. But Marvel has the money to pay for the CGI. On the other end of the spectrum was the Shazam movie, where the suit was merely adequate, but looked like a padded muscle suit under microscopically tailored, matte finished or flocked spandex.  Simple spandex Suits in solid colors just end up looking like cheap jazzercise costumes, and don't reflect well on the budget or the actor wearing them. 
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to zslane in Arcane Combat Value   
    If the effects of sympathetic magic can occur over any distance, and affect the target regardless of where they are, then we're essentially talking about Indirect NND attacks (the defense being having a protective charm/ward or something) with an AOE the size of the planet and Selective Target(s). A Voodoo Skill Roll could be used in place of an attack roll since hitting the adjacent hex is trivial, but casting the spell might not be (as reflected by the Voodoo Skill Roll). But wouldn't such spells be prohibitively expensive? I suppose, but either there would have to be enough in-concept Limitations to make the costs "reasonable", or we must concede that sympathetic magic on this scale is overpowering, or at the very least, is on the order of Plot Device magic, and shouldn't be in the hands of PCs (NPC villains maybe, but not PCs).
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Hermit in The Adventures of "Fish Guy" (Superhero fiction)   
    What had been meant to be a farewell party turned into a sortie, with Lady Obsidian and the crew set to go in a few hours instead grabbing their gear and starting up their transport right away. 

    The full details would come later, but to nutshell the situation? A police officer had mouthed off to a supervillain and insulted his mother while trying to demand compliance. I don't know if the cop was nuts, just fed up, a rookie, or an idiot. Not only did the villain break both his legs, he then proceeded to the police station that officer was assigned to, and brought it crumbling down. Someone there was on the ball and told everyone to get the hell out before the ceiling began to fall on them, but there were still casualties and several injured. The exact tally I'd get later.
     
    This is the nightmare for so much of the populace. Mouth off to one guy, and he doesn't just hurt you (Or kill you) but destroys your work place of raging spite and you can't do anything about it? The fear that generates is both understandable, and dangerous in its own right. I've seen extremists on all sides say things like "Put superheroes in charge" and, on the other end, "Genetic testing for all, and draft/sterilize the freaks". It comes to the same thing, fear of the loss of control and looking for quick fixes. You do not want supers to be God-Kings of your cities, trust me. I know superheroes, brave and moral ones, who forget to pay their water bills. You do not want those noble yahoos to handle a city's budget.  And do I really need to go into the immorality of enslaving any minority or just plain wiping them out?
     
    Historically, and satirically, that latter tends to lend you the not so proud mantle of 'the baddies', but the world wants simple solutions. Hell, I want simple solutions. I am in a calling where I literally can make the world a better place by punching people. If I thought about it too much, I might have to concede why some folks envy superheroes. I mean, it does inspire a very petty part of the imagination.
     
    Looks like the stockholders want to deny us our Christmas bonuses this year but upper management isn't getting any cuts at all.

    No problem, I'll go beat their asses with their own golf clubs!
     
    Great! Good luck at the negotiations then! Have fun!
     
    You know I will!
     
    But the world doesn't work that way, it can't really. We wouldn't want it to if we thought about it.  The world has nuance, and complexities, and points of view. Facts are facts, but truths are trickier to pin down. Mayo, a good friend of mine, once told me I should thank people for letting me rescue them.
    I've had a lot of time to think about that, on and off, and it has slowly sunk in.
     
    A chance to do the right thing, without equivocation, without complication, is, in some ways a gift. One too many of us spurn even when we do have the  means.
     
    There is something about staring at an untouched cake and a cooler with a plethora of coke and beer cans ignored within that makes one feel a touch philosophical. I was not alone, of course, others had shown up to send them off. Viewpoint, Pogo, Valerosa and even Slime.
    But with one announcement, we were half of what we were, who we were, and I wasn't the only one staring at untouched cake.
     
    "Well," Pogo finally said, in a tone that indicated she needed someone to say something, "This isn't a fun party at all."
     
    That actually got a few chuckles from the lot of us.
     
    "So," Viewpoint said, looking at Valerosa and myself curiously, "What's the plan?"
     
    "Huh?" Ariana turned, "Why are you asking me?"
     
    Because, Slime scrolled, answering for Viewpoint, You are the team leaders now.
     
    I gave my girlfriend a look. Not the one that said I got your back, or whoops brain fart. Nope, the look was simply to let her know that, until Viewpoint had said something: I had forgotten that too.
     
    She nodded, and seemed to gain strength from it. Nothing like a slip shared to make you feel a wee bit less embarrassed, then she answered, "Trainees are coming in tomorrow and both Eel and I need to meet them, which means we need you guys to take up our slack, such as it is." She sounded a little apologetic.
     
    "Good news is," I said in what i hoped was firm but supportive, "Our own city remains relatively villain free, with a few exceptions. And the dark forces that be probably won't realize we've split the team until tonight's news, and even they won't know it's now the new status quo. I think we can afford to stagger our shifts, Pogo and Viewpoint, you guys try to get seen just a bit more often, reassure the populace. Slime? I hate to say it but, well, biases."
     
    It's okay, the words rolled along his surface, I understand you humans are intimidated by my natural good looks. Envy, it's a helluva drug.
     
    Another spat of chuckles escaped us, it looked like the tension that had built up from having half our number reduced was on the ease. 
     
    "Fine, Viewpoint and Pogo get seen by the public, Slime sees whose going where they aren't, and the two Co-Captains are on standby as we talk to the trainees. We'll sort out schedules or shifts more formally later, " I nodded at Ariana to see if she was cool with that.
     
    She was, and added, "Do not hesitate to call us if you need us or even think something weird we need to know has arisen. Much as we want to help the rookies learn, our priority is still helping our fellow citizens. Don't worry," Valerosa said, glancing especially at Pogo "We got your back when you need it."
     
    Pogo beamed, "We won't let you down, Cap," eyes bright and energy raring even at this late hour, "I know Viewpoint and Slime might have better senses at night, but I can really get around the city during the day and little will escape the pouncing prowess of Pogo!"
     
    I felt my own pang of envy. Cap was a great nickname for superheroes, attributed to some real winners. I wanted to be a Cap, but at last, I figured now that Pogo had affixed it to Ariana, I was out of luck getting to share the unofficial title.
    Ah well, vanity is ultimately an arrow one aims at one's own ego.

    Or some other faux Zen  thing.
     
    "Then, let's clean this food up, and Slime can take monitor duty if he's okay with it," I asked and Slime immediately bobbed in the approximation of a nod, "While the rest of us rest."
     
    "Our first mission, Cake clean up," Viewpoint said, "Works for me. Keeps me humble."
     
    "Humble? We're the new New Samaritans," Pogo exclaimed, "We're superheroes! We can handle any-"
     
    "Don't jinx us!" Valerosa, Viewpoint, and I blurted simultaneously before she could finish that phrase. Even Slime burbled in alarm.
     
    "Geeze," She said a bit sullenly, "You guys are even more superstitious than my grandmother."
     
    "The grandmother who is old as dirt and still alive?" I countered.
     
    "Yeah," She said cautiously.
     
    "Well," I stated, "Ever wonder how she managed that?"
     
    Pogo, the possessor of pouncing prowess, pouted.

     
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Hermit in Grade the 1980's   
    On a personal level, a lot of it sucked. I was bullied a lot, particularly in jr. high. As a military dependent and an introvert I made friends at the speed of rare only to have those rare friends whisked away by yet another move. High school was better, though I would love to be able to go back and warn my younger self of some of the screw ups I was making.
     
    And yet, nostalgia is a heck of a drug. I was proud of my country. I had faith in the future that it would get better.
    I miss that faith.
     
     
    The music was good, I liked big hair bands, and a lot of the movies. The Olympics were awesome, the space shuttle program had me enthused until the Challenger disaster and even after, technology was leaping ahead in amazing ways.
     
    So early 80s C +, Late 80s B-
     
    Or is it the other way around? 😕
     
     
     
     
     
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Greywind in Batman (2021)   
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Cancer in In other news...   
    Rats.
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    Lawnmower Boy got a reaction from Cancer in In other news...   
    No, no, I'm pretty sure this is a wrong thing to do.
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Starlord in In other news...   
    ...and 10,000 people have died and 180,000 people have been hospitalized from flu-related complications/illnesses this 2019-20 season.
     
    PS:  Meanwhile, we're still holding public tributes for a tall guy who died in a helicopter crash a couple weeks ago.
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Cassandra in Birds of Prey (2020)   
    This reminds me of when Mayor Quimby introduced Leonard Nimoy at the opening of the Springfield Monorail.  
     
    "It looks like it could do warp seven,"  Nimoy said about the monorail.
     
    "And may the Force be with you!"  Quimby added.
     
    "Do you even know who I am?"  Nimoy asked.
     
    "I think so.  Weren't you one of the Little Rascals?"  Quimby replied.
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Old Man in Funny Pics II: The Revenge   
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to tkdguy in Funny Pics II: The Revenge   
    Creepy Pics thread is over there.
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Lord Liaden in Wonder Woman 1984 (2020)   
    And once again, Cassandra's prophecy is disbelieved. She really does live up to her namesake.
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to death tribble in Wonder Woman 1984 (2020)   
    What is this ?
     
    Cassandra actually likes something ahead of time ?
    It must be an imposter !
    Bring us back the real Cassandra !
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Hermit in The Adventures of "Fish Guy" (Superhero fiction)   
    It was all planned and arranged; we had a big farewell party raring to go for those of the New Samaritans that were going to depart to Port Cascade. A huge ass cake shaped like that city's skyline had been made, big enough that everyone would get at least one piece, and the various beverages were chilled. Decorations were slapped up.
     
    In less than an hour, it was going to be quite a party. 
     
    "Looks good, Mabel," I said, for Mabel had done most of the work. Her database might have been put in a shapely single unit instead of the base itself, but she still had plenty of recipes in her head.It was taking her time to adjust to doing things with her new hands, rather than waldos and other extensions of the headquarters. Every once in a while I caught her cheating, remotely using a waldo as a third (or fourth, or fifth arm) but she gave a warning look daring me to say anything about it, so I didn't.
    First of all, because I'm a Southern Gentleman and I show respect to women in my life. Secondly? She was one of the few people in the city who had a chance of putting me through a wall, literally! And she might even feel guilty about it, after all, an hour in the tub and I'd recover from it fine, right?
    For all the admiration her form inspired, upon reflection I had to give serious respect to the work done on Mabel's face, and it's capacity for expressions. Her lips, eyes, and even nose gave those tell tale expressions that were as much a part of human communication as words. And never having had a face before, she was betraying her mood more than she knew.
     
    She was nervous, possibly scared. But about what?
     
    Well, I couldn't claim to relate to having a brand new body, but I could relate to some other things. Maybe it would help.
     
    "It's okay to be nervous about a big move, you know," I said, " I was, when I came here. Well, I was also excited, but, you know, despite the fact North Carolina actually does have cities and I get snippy about the 'hayseed' jokes,  Costa Sagrado was still a whole new world for me. I had hopes and dreams about this city and showing folks here what I could contribute, but that made the worries about falling on my face all the more tense. When you're a hero, people rely on you. But you've got what I did, support from a great team, and they are going to help you out and cheer you on, Mabel. You'll be great."
    She looked startled, as if wondering where I got telepathic powers from, then gave as close to a blush as possible given her surface tone didn't change color, "I swear I will get the hang of having a face instead of just a display image and a voice. Gave myself away, huh?"
    "Enough clues that I felt comfortable guessing," I admitted, "Nothing to be ashamed of. You've always been a part of the team, you know? You even saved my ass more than once by remote piloting."
     
    "But there's nothing remote about it now," Brazen nodded, miming taking a breath, "I'm putting this beautiful body into the thick of it, and it's all me, baby. That is a bit intimidating. I would be lying to say I wasn't scared, both of screwing up, and by experiencing real pain. Maybe I'm a wimp and don't know it?"
     
    "Ffftt," I scoffed, "You've faced dangers before, intruders that would have tried to dismantle you, threats to the city that you were in, and more. I've got faith in you. Besides, you want this. Like I did. I think that drive is stronger than your fear."
    "You know," She said with a fond look, "You're not bad at pep talks. Might serve you well in this co-Captain thing."
    "Thanks," I said, flattered, "I hope so."
    "And I really think it was nice how you shared your own feelings about coming here. I can just imagine you, coming to  Costa Sagrado for the first time, full of excitement, and hope, wishing you could be... part of our world."
    I grinned at the memory, "Yeah, it was something and I-" I caught on and groaned, "Really?  Little Mermaid jokes after I opened up to you?"
    Mabel gave a giggle, "Well, you were trying to make me feel better, think of this as helping because I do feel better?" 
    I rolled my eyes, "Sure, sure, I'll take it as a win," then I looked her over, "Glad it does."
    "Thanks. This new body is already like a big move, now another one is coming up, there are so many things I want to do, I barely know where to start. Not just heroing, though that's a part of it," She said handing me a cold beer, "Things having a feeling body can offer."
    "Sun on your face, wind in your hair," I raised the beer in a toast to that, "A nice soak in a hot tub, oh yeah, it's very nice," I started to drink.
    "And Sex," Brazen said, "I'm really curious about sex. I've been studying."
    I can breathe water, not beer. So I choked as the local brewer's best went down the wrong pipe.
     
    "What?" She said, "You're surprised?" 
    "No, I guess, it's just-" I coughed again then said, "I had a slightly conservative upbringing."
    "You're a prude when it comes to women talking about it?" She raised a brow. Again, amazing expressive capability.
    "Yes," I said with a nod, "I am old fashioned and prudish in some very hypocritical areas. Please forgive me, I'm just a man."
    "Oh, Caleb," She fussed, "I am so let down. I thought we could talk as peers. You're dating one of my best friends and thus are totally off limits, so I figured we could talk. Maybe you could answer some questions about your own biological experiences?"
    I wondered if I could hit our own little version of the trouble alert without Brazen picking up on it. Where the hell were the other women of the team? 
    I answered honestly, I was a grown, emotionally mature, adult man, I could do this, "Speaking just for myself, it's great but ultimately, without emotional empathy? It's only half of banquet and you'll never know what you're missing until you find a special someone to-"
    Then the Alert did come on. 
    There was an emergency.
    "Oh thank God," I blurted without thinking.
     
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    Lawnmower Boy reacted to Hermit in The Adventures of "Fish Guy" (Superhero fiction)   
    Of course ,superheroing being what it is, at least one bit of advice was sprinkled liberally during a fight. Superheroes, and heck, supervillains, can be a talkative bunch. Banter is part and parcel of the exchange. There were strong silent types to be sure, but try as I might, I never ascended to those stoic ranks.
     
    My grandpappy had once advised that it was better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than open your mouth and remove all doubt. Good advice.
    Wish I could bring myself to follow it.
     
    "Can you believe this guy?" I asked on the com as I traded blows with XTC. The villain hadn't taken his name based on some drug craze, the initials actually stood for 'Extreme Terror and Carnage', "And when we met, you thought Eel was a bad name."
     
    Viewpoint and I were not friends actually, though I liked who he had become, I just hadn't put in the time to really befriend him like I did the original team. That said, it had occurred to me that if I was going to be a co-captain for him and the others, I might want to start being a bit more social with him; so when a standard patrol came up for Viewpoint, I went with him.
     
    As big a dry spell we'd had recently, neither of us was expecting an actual supervillain, not even one with dubious taste in code names.
    "Still not crazy about it, Eel," Viewpoint lowered his shades needlessly to blast the villain with beams of pure energy, "But yeah, XTC does smack of trying way too hard. Though I give the guy credit for one thing. He does not want to stay down."
     
    XTC was strong, not as strong as me, but strong, fairly tough. His real power seemed to be hyper-recuperation. No sooner did you think you had him on the ropes, when the guy would spring up ready to go again. I had punched him a distance of at least twenty feet three times now and each time he got up like some weird Scrappy-Doo with the body of a Pro Wrestler throw away to come up again.
    Viewpoint's powers were proving about as effective as my muscle. Which is to say, quite handy to knocking him down, frustrating for keeping him down. 
     
    "Yeah, this is getting farcical," I said, "Mind Shearing this George?" George was not Viewpoint's name, and in fact, had I said that loud enough to be heard, it wouldn't have betrayed much of anything. A lot of Lady Obsidian's battle commands were based on famous Jazz Musicians. Okay, famous in jazz circles. I had to look some of these guys up, but in a nutshell George Shears was a blind jazz pianist of English birth. The code ward was a clue to neutralize your foe's senses, if you could.
    Viewpoint? Viewpoint could!
     
    "On it," And he motioned XTC towards him in the universal gesture of 'come get some'. XTC needed no prompting!
    "You think I'm a joke? You will respect me!" And he charged towards Viewpoint. 
     
    If it seemed like we were taking XTC lightly and that he might have a right to protest, well, not really. I learned long ago that even rookie villains could get lucky, pulling stunts not in their best interest where a pro would  show a bit more savvy.  Viewpoint was taking a chance here, and unlike myself, he was not blessed with enhanced durability against physical trauma. This didn't go right, XTC could get a lucky slam into him and cave in a rib at the very least.
     
    Once again, Viewpoint's eyes flared, this time with an immense brightness I knew better than to look into myself. XTC didn't realize he should take similar precautions, and he clutched at his face!
     
    "Mother @#$#er, I'm blind!" He snarled.
     
    See, this is how I knew XTC wasn't a professional villain. Not the cursing, that varies a lot. It was the announcing his new vulnerability for both of us to hear. I mean, I knew that was the case anyway, that was the plan after all, but calling your weaknesses out is a very rookie move.
    The blinding only caused XTC to veer a little off course, but with his arms out stretched like that he still might clip Viewpoint with all the power of a runaway pickcup truck. Fortunately, I wasn't slacking on my side of the job.
     
    I had already started moving towards him even as the blast went off, and interposing myself between XTC and Viewpoint, I tackled the former to the ground. Not only am I stronger, XTC had no proper balance when I collided into him. He went down like a sack of wet cement from a hard drop! 
     
    "Cheating son of a -" He grunted as I put him in a full nelson and pinned his unseeing face into the street. 

    "Careful now," I warned as I held him, "You really want to insult the mother of the man who's got you in this kind of grip?" 
     
    Not really caring what his answer was, I said to Viewpoint "We got an ETA on when the Authorities with the suppressors will be here?"
    Viewpoint looked at me startled, "You didn't call it in?"

    "No," I said surprised, "I figured it would be a given with-" And I realized my mistake. Mabel wasn't on the Com. She was not the omnipresent, ever reliant and always on the clock A.I. anymore. She was now sporting a new body and plugged into our coms when she wanted to be. In short, she had a life.

    "Damn," I muttered, "Sorry, Viewpoint."
     
    "Don't apologize to me, feel sorry for yourself. It can take up to an hour for folks to get here with the right gear and ah, I ain't holding him, you are," Viewpoint pointed out.
     
    I made a face, "Well, sloppy of me. Talk about rookie moves." Even as I made the call.
     
    "It's not a rookie move at all," Viewpoint corrected me, "It's habit, and that's a sign of established patterns. It's your experience actually working against you."
     
    "Yeah," I said pondering exactly how long I could hold onto XTC. I was stronger, but given this guy's near inexhaustible stamina, I could be feeling a bit tired before the authorities showed. Then again, I once held up a building long enough to evacuate, so I'd probably be okay, "I suppose you have a point." I grunted.
     
    Mind you, despite being so close to XTC, at most he was hearing a mumble. Our com systems had a sub harmonic thing going for security reasons.
     
    Viewpoint re-positioned himself, getting a clear shot to blast the contained villain without hitting me if he need to, and continued, "You mind if I give you my viewpoint?" A weak smile. His play on his own hero name had been used in numerous commercials. He'd cut down on it when he became a legit hero, but the fact he used it now was kind of guy code for guiding me into something more serious. A little self depreciation as a way to soften what might be hard words.
     
    I spocked a brow at him, "Go ahead."
     
    "You're gonna have to change things up," He advised me, "You've got a new team forming under you, not just Slime, Pogo and me either."
    "I know that," I started to say, when abruptly XTC tried to flip me off! No, not a rude gesture, he bucked trying to break my grip on him hoping I got distracted.
     
    I made some cracks in the granite by whamming his head against it delicately, "Stop that," I told him out loud, "or I'm going to get annoyed."
    XTC groaned, then cursed, but he held still.
     
    "I know that," I repeated to Viewpoint wondering where he was going with this, "I hope to guide the rookies in easy."
    "Different people, different team," Viewpoint continued, "You're not Lady Obsidian."
    "Gee, thanks," I said feeling oddly challenged by the obvious statement.
     
    "You try to be her, you're going to flop. More importantly, these rookies aren't the crew you're used to. It's not just the whole social dynamic that's different, it's the components that make up the whole."
     
    Pretty fancy talk from a guy who used to sell burgers on TV, I thought, but I told him, "I've already gotten the every hero has their own baggage talk from Lady O."
     
    He nodded, then shook his head, the later catching me off guard, "Good, but not exactly what I mean. I'm talking about your baggage and their baggage all having to share the same cargo space. You've got your character flaws, and you need to own up to yourself about them so you can compensate for their flaws that will hit those buttons. This is going make the team different, make requirements different, and I dont' mean powerwise."
     
    "You know, Viewpoint, given your own past history, I'm not sure you get to judge people," I said a bit testy. I had felt unsure about teaching as it was, and this wasn't helping my concerns.

    Without lifting his arms, he held up hands in a no harm no foul intended motion, "Trust me, I get the hypocrisy involved here. You got the mote, I got the beam," he said using biblical terminology which surprised me. I guess I never thought of him as religious, and maybe he wasn't, but clearly he knew enough to borrow the metaphors, "But right now, I'm responsible for me, and whatever team mate I'm with at the time, you're going to be leading and teaching 24/7 more or less, or at least on call for the same. Higher stakes, higher standards. And also, you got to consider the ego conflict of being an echo."
     
    I blinked, that last part had totally thrown me, "The ego conflict of being an echo?"
     
    "Sorry, went through a period of a lot of self help books," He chuckled, "You know celebrities, we go through fad enlightenment like most people go through diet plans. What I'm trying to say is-" His eyes darted to the once again squirming XTC "Pardon, mind if I chip in?"
     
    "Gonna tear you apart!" XTC tried to lunge.
     
    "Oh go ahead," I said, "I'm feeling a bit conflicted about slamming this moron while he's 'technically' helpless. It sends a wrong message to any kids watching."
     
    Viewpoint's energy gaze hit with amazing accuracy avoiding my arms and catching XTC with a strike that dazed him. 
    "Thanks," I took the brief moment to reposition, hoping that the guys would get here soon, "You were saying?"
     
    "What I'm trying to say," He resumed, "is that you do well to take what you learned and observed from Lady O about being a teacher and a leader, but if you try to be her, you'll just be an echo at best, and that's gonna eat away at your ego. And like wise, if you  exepct these kids to be Pinprick, Tornado, and Arctic Fox next gen? They won't compare even when they don't screw up. They'll just be echos."
    "Don't you think they should be so lucky to be half as good as some of the others that we know?" I said, kind of sticking up for my friends, but trying to keep an open mind
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    "Young bloods don't settle for that, and when they do, it can turn into a lot of self loathing fast. That's a lot of maturity to ask of anyone. When I was a kid? You think I didn't want to be the good guy? Like Mr. Mega or Tour D. Force? You don't want what happened to me happen to these rookies."
     
    "You" I said cautiously, "You're a good man now, and a good superhero."
     
    "yeah, but before that I deliberately confused selfishness with wisdom and cynicism with insight, largely because I grew to resent trying and failing to emulate the greats so I just told myself they were fools and I was a fresh and happening new type of hero being a rebel."
    I was curious, it's hard to feel attacked when you realize someone is at least as hard on themselves as you, "Why do you think that was?"
    "Because, after a time of trying to climb on the top of the pedestal to join the idol you put up there, time and time again, slipping, falling, then trying and failing again to reach it," Viewpoint looked thoughtful, "After a time you just want to knock it over instead. It's small, it's petty, but it's human."
     
    It was good advice, and I get why he was saying it. Not to but in on my or Ariana's soon to be authority, but because he wanted to spare those kids the same mistakes he had fallen into. And maybe spare me as well. But the reminder I would have my own baggage, while not his emphasis, was also valued.
     
    "What do you think my flaws are?" And I slipped, asking out loud feeling oddly introspective for a moment.

    "You're a candy ass suck up to the authority of the status quo!" XTC managed to arch a leg up to kick me in the back, dislodging me enough to turn my full nelson into a half nelson. Half was enough for me to hang on as he tried to rise.
     
    Rather than settling for reestablishing a full grip, I took my free left hand and hammered the soon to be uglier side of XTC's profile with several rapid fire punches, "SHUT THE THE HELL UP!" I said , a punch with each syllable "AND STAY THE HELL DOWN OR I WILL BEAT THE LIVING #$#$# OUT OF YOU AND SEE IF YOU REGENERATE TEETH!"
     
    Finally, XTC went limp with a groan.
     
    "Well, for one thing," Viewpoint observed, staring at the bruised villain in my grip, "When pushed too far for too long you have an angry mean streak."
     
    I had to raise a brow, "What makes you think that?"
     
    But the authorities finally arrived, and  I guess Viewpoint didn't think he had time to answer.
     
  25. Haha
    Lawnmower Boy got a reaction from drunkonduty in Order of the Stick   
    Julia, don't go!
    unh, it's an old Canadian thing.
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