Mmm, well, some data is missing before I lay out the options.
Do the Space Fascists know you’re a wizard? How do they know? Are they using the Speech as a lingua franca (many species do) or is one of them a wizard and capable of understanding the circles you’re shortly about to start running around the nonwizards? (Unpleasant to consider, but not entirely impossible.) Etc.
The nature of the Speech, as a tool used as the descriptor of physical (at the very least) reality in the universe, makes it very difficult, indeed well nigh impossible, to knowingly make a declarative statement in the Speech that is an inaccurate description of reality. So if you are being forced to use the Speech to be understood – and the lingua franca / “language of discourse” situation is probably the most common one that would bring this problem on – unless you don’t mind repeatedly starting sentences you can’t finish, which will in itself be an indicator of what’s going on, your best refuge is creative phrasing.
“Where is the important medicine?”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” (Because unless you’re inside their heads you can’t be SURE, can you? And jeez, why would you want to get into the heads of Space Fascists, you’d need all the brain bleach there ever was afterwards.) Or: “Are you sure you want to be asking me that?” (Because you’d love them to be thinking there’s something much more important to be asking.) Or: “I really can’t say for sure.” (Because you shoved it in your otherspace pocket and left the gravity turned off and it’s just floating around in there and you couldn’t even take a good guess at its coordinates right now. Come to think of it, you couldn’t even if the gravity was on, because imposing a coordinate system on the insides of an otherspace pocket is full of imponderables, depending on whether you’re moving and whether you’re in a vehicle and it’s moving and how fast the spacetime around you is moving, because of course it moves too, and and and…) Or, at the more daring end, “What important medicine?” Forcing them to waste time describing it while you think of some other way to get out of this. And of course if they describe it at all inaccurately you get to toy with them some more.
…Or or or. Your job is to not allow yourself to be forced into a situation where you have to respond in some way that’s not true. Being disingenuous is entirely OK in this context. Which is why dealing with a wizard who doesn’t want to give you a straight (ahem) answer routinely triggers other responses from the hapless victims, such as (a) giving up and going away cussing up a blue streak (optimal) or (b) attempting physical violence or other compulsion (which can be challenging as the annoyed wizard might just, if they adjudged the response necessary, blast you to powder. Suboptimal but sometimes unfortunately the kind of response that being a wizard entails, because otherwise people will get the idea that they can push wizards around. And doubtless you as a wizard will be so sorry about it afterwards, but that won’t do the Space Fascists much good after the fact. Except insofar as between lives – assuming they’re a member of a species that handles things this way – they get to spend a while sitting on the Universal Naughty Step and Thinking About What They’ve Done).
Anyway, much more could be said about this, but I’m about ready to crash out fot the night. Hope this helps! 🙂
i wanted to do a little headcanon thing about screech’s wings feat. voyd. they could be good friends, even though mr owlman here only got like 2 lines in the movie
the artstyle is inconsistent and i colorpicked from a couple trailer screencaps but hey whaddya gonna do its a doodle comic
I’m banning content creators from having sexual dimorphism in their fictional species until they stop being cowardly and commit to having the females be drably colored and a little bit fatter, while having the males look like they came out of Cirque du Soleil while screaming the fantasy beast equivalent to Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love”
When hurricane season hits its peak and the storms are damn near constant, sure, I’ll pour out my offerings to Thor.
But we name those storms. We personify and anthropomorphize them. We hail them as beings with their own energy and presence. Even people who claim no belief in any higher power will do this.
“Remember Andrew? He was a bastard.”
“Irma’s angry; she’s going to hit us hard.”
The strongest? We never call another storm by that name, and in the areas heaviest hit, you see a sharp, sharp decline in children bearing that moniker. Around here we know–you don’t give a kid that name, it has too much power and rage behind it. It’s ill luck.
So I offer to the storms, too. To tell them, hey–I see your power, your might, your rage. I see your majesty. Please, slow down. Please, be calm. Transform your rage into gentle showers and winds that are just strong enough for us to know it’s you.
Be kind to us, great storms; show us your power in a way that causes the least amount of harm.
A writer-friend wrote this about how we Floridians deal with hurricanes. It resonated HARD and promoted the following.
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The World
Meteorological Organization publishes a list, every year, of the
names they’ll use for that season’s hurricanes. They do this
because names have power.
True names
would be stronger, of course, than these arbitrary designations. In
2017, UF meteorologist Jeff Huffman heard a single syllable of
Hurricane Irma’s true name on the gales. He drove out to Gainesville
Regional Airport (airports, fun fact, are the easiest place to
fight the element of air from—after all, that’s what planes DO) in the driving rain, while lightning split the live oaks
around him and power lines creaked under the weight of the sky. When
he got there, they let him walk out onto the barren runways. He stood
alone and defiant on the tarmac, and he shouted that syllable into
the sky.
The storm parted
around the city.
By the time he had
recovered enough to share the piece of Irma’s name with his
colleagues Jacksonville, though, the storm had changed, and its name
with it. That’s the problem with true names: they twist and claw and
slide out of ours hands and minds like unwilling cats.
So most of us use
the fixed, static names we’re given, instead.
And names shape
reality.
Names are how you get someone’s attention.
Yes, there’s
danger in naming the storms. When we name them, when we talk about
them, we call to them. We pull them to us. But consider how much we talk about them, and from where. Last year, everyone
from my mom in New York state to my sister in New Zealand to a friend
in Scotland emailed me, and the names were on all of their lips. Harvey, Maria, Irma. Twitter and Facebook and every news page
flooded with pictures and stories and forecasts of the storms.
Millions of people around the world, around the oceans, all
saying the names.
Imagine a million
people calling to you all at once from every direction. Even if it’s
not your real name, it would get your attention—demand it.
And you wouldn’t know where to turn. You’d hesitate. And if you
waited look long, you’d fall apart, just scatter to the four winds.
So don’t let
people tell you that it’s ill luck to talk about the storms. Don’t
listen when you’re told that if you speak a thing, it will come to
pass. Consult the list of names, and spread them far.
Superman, the embodiment of American Values, the beacon of Conservatism and Americana.Being used to push a political agenda that is the complete opposite of who he is as a character.
Just to be expected. Superman the embodiment of conservative American values can’t be a conservative or believe in conservative values in today’s world.Because GOD FORBID Superman stand for something!
Rather than flowing with the tide of the liberals who own the rights to him!
Hey do you know who Jerry Siegel and Joe Schuster are?
Superman’s very first story literally dubs him “Champion of the Oppressed.” He stops a wife beater from killing his wife and threatens a lobbyist.
Superman has literally never been a beacon of conservatism. Superman is meant to be an ideal. He’s aspirational. And he’s a goddamn immigrant created by two Jewish men who were the sons of immigrants.
Superman is not just a refugee, he’s an undocumented immigrant. Just because he’s white-passing and enjoys Ma Kent’s apple pie, that has never meant that he is not a refugee or an undocumented immigrant.
Though I hesitate to use the term because no human beings are illegal, he is quite literally an illegal alien.
Yeah, Space Moses is totally the champion of conservatism.
His arch enemy is a billionaire who later became President, for Rao’s sake.
Let us not forget the Of Gods and Monsters universe where he was adopted by Mexican immigrants instead of the Kents
Veterans Ask Native Elders For Forgiveness At Standing Rock.
I never thought I would see this day when a white man apologizes for the tyranny and oppression of Native American population. This is so powerful. This is the nation that I want – responsible, compassionate and that learns from its mistakes.
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