Justice League of Amazons: Dragonborn
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Chapter 8
Martin meandered through the hallways of the Watchtower, almost aimlessly when he came across the magician Zatanna sitting the commissary. The Dovahkiin was curious about this world's magic such as how it worked and what schools of magic there were. Entering the commissary, Dragonborn stood before the raven haired magician and asked, "Mind if I joined you?"
Zatanna who had been reading a newspaper looked up at the warrior and smiled. "Sure, pull up a chair." The warrior then sat opposite her and looked at her for a long moment. Slightly uncomfortable with the silence, Zatanna decided to be the first to start the conversation.
"Is there something you want to talk about?"
"You are a mage?" came the Slayer of Alduin's query.
Zatanna nodded in reply. "Yeah, I've been at the magic game for a few years now. My day job is a illusionist and stage magician."
"Stage magician?" The Dragonborn's helmeted tilted to the side a little as if confused.
"I perform magic shows to entertain people," Zatanna clarified for him.
"I see." The Dragonborn then looked at Zatanna more intently and asked, "What schools of magic are you most proficient in?"
"Schools of magic? What do you mean?" Zatanna looked at the warrior in confusion.
"Back in my world there are schools of magic, each suiting a style of magic," said Martin. "There is the school of destruction which has an emphasis on harnessing the more destructive aspects of magic for combat. The school of conjuration focuses on summoning spirits and even deals in the art of necromancy to raise the dead as servants to fight beside you," he then explained. "So, what is your specialty?" he then asked Zatanna.
"Well, I kinda do a bit of everything," Zatanna admitted. "My style of magic involves saying what I want to happen backwards," she said.
"What kind of magic is it called?" Martin asked.
"Logomancy," Zatanna told him. "But it's more than just saying what I want to happen backwards, I have to focus and keep firm concentration. Otherwise, the spell may backfire or something chaotic will happen," she stated.
"I see." Martin nodded in understanding. "What kind of spells have you performed with Logomancy?" he asked.
"Just about anything, but there are some spells I won't touch for any reason," Zatanna said vehemently.
"Such as?"
"Necromancy, don't need to explain that one," Zatanna said dryly. "Also summoning demons and the like is not something I want to do, but I know how to create wards, bindings and banish demons if I need to," she added.
"That's good to know," Martin said with a nod of his head.
"So, since you brought up the subject; what kind of magics can you do? What's the magic of your world like?" Zatanna asked in interest.
"I prefer my sword to magic, but I do have experience with magic," Martin said modestly. "Some destruction spells, enchanting spells, some alteration and illusion spells, restoration spells and one or two conjuration spells," he listed off.
"Could you show me what you know?" Zatanna requested.
"Is there somewhere more conducive for such practices?"
Zatanna then led the Slayer of Alduin to the training room where some target dummies were set up.
"Okay, show me what ya got, Marty," Zatanna encouraged with a smile.
Martin's hands were then wreathed in arcane flames. Raising his hands in front of him, palms facing outwards, jets of eldritch flames surged from his palms and the inferno splashed against the first target dummy. The stench of rubber and plastic blistering, burning and melting permeated through the room until all that was left of the dummy was a steaming, smoking pile of burnt plastic and rubber.
Zatanna was wide-eyed at this. Having observed Martin, she noted that he hadn't used any incantations or focal points; he simply extended his hands and flames shot out.
"Okay, magical flames you got. Anything else?"
Martin flickered his fingers and the flames were replaced with an icy white fog. Partly clenching the fingers of his right hand, Martin flung a foot long razor tipped icicle at the next target dummy. The icy spear pierced the simulator target through the false chest and the tip punched through the other side.
"Whoa! That is lethal!" Zatanna exclaimed as she looked at the target with a look of horrified surprise. "What kind of spell is that?" she asked looking at the Dovahkiin.
"Ice spike. A low tier destruction frost spell," replied the warrior.
"Low tier?! You practically impaled that target through the chest!" Zatanna shouted. "Is it even legal to use it?!" she asked.
"Just about every mage I've come across knows how to use it, but there are more powerful variations of it," Martin said casually.
"More powerful variations?! Just how powerful could a spell like that get?" Zatanna asked in disbelief.
"You'd be surprised."
Zatanna swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded. "Okay, would I be correct in guessing you can cast lightning bolts too?" she asked.
"I know one or two," Martin replied modestly as the frosty mist around his hands were then replaced sparks of lightning and electricity. Zatanna suddenly felt apprehensive, but she had asked to see what kind of magic Martin knew, she went all in.
"Let's see what you can do then…"
Moving to the next target, Martin clenched his hands tightly, building up the power in them before releasing it. Twin lightning bolts shot out and splashed against the target dummy in a chaotic display of purple-blue-white light and another bolt of lightning shot out from the affected target and launched itself into a nearby dummy. The tang of ozone filled the air as both targets were flash-fried by eldritch lightning.
Zatanna was gaping in shock. "What… kind of spell was that?" she murmured faintly.
"Chain lightning. Hitting a target with a lightning will cause another lightning bolt to hit the nearest person or object," said the hero of Skyrim.
Looking at Martin, Zatanna felt slightly envious of his apparent magical skill and she asked, "Do you… do you think you could teach me to sling spells like that?"
"Hmm." The warrior appeared to consider the request before replying, "I do not profess to be the greatest mage, nor the greatest tutor of magic. Most of the spells I learnt were from reading spell tomes I found in my travels, but I cannot profess to be able to wield them."
"Spell tomes? Do you have any?" Zatanna asked hopefully.
"I have one or two, but nothing advanced like some of the spells I showed you," Martin admitted as he dug through his satchel and brought out some tomes. Handing them to Zatanna, the warrior said to her, "You'll have to read these tomes back to front in order to learn the spell within."
Zatanna read the cover of the first tome. "Clairvoyance? I already know how to do that," she said dryly.
"This clairvoyance directs you to your objective. Activating the spell will reveal a trail of smoke leading you to your destination," Martin informed her.
"Oh, so like a tracking spell in a way?" Zatanna asked.
"Not an inaccurate description," Martin said with a shrug. "But if there is no clear path to your destination or target, the spell will not and it has limited range," he added.
"Okay, a little different than what I know," Zatanna remarked before looking at the next tome and read the title. "Sparks? This is a destruction spell?" she asked Martin.
"Mh." He nodded. "One of the most basic destruction spells that one can learn," he stated.
"Well, thank you for the books. I'll give them a read when I have some time," Zatanna said with a grateful smile.
"Hey, what's going on here? And what's that smell?" a voice asked and walking into the room was Shayera and Diana who then looked at the smoking piles of destroyed target dummies. "What happened in here?" Diana asked in surprise.
"I demonstrated for Zatanna some of the spells that I learnt in my travels," Martin confessed. "I apologise for any damages incurred," he said apologetically.
"It's fine, but maybe we should refit the training room to be a little more sturdy," Shayera remarked sardonically as she eyed the dummy that had been impaled by an icicle.
"Well, in any case, I learnt a little bit about Martin's magic," Zatanna said optimistically. Looking at Martin, she told him, "Thank you for the tomes." She then left the training room leaving Martin alone with Hawkgirl and Wonder Woman.
"Just what kind of magic did you show Zatanna?" the Thanagarian woman asked the Dovahkiin.
"Nothing too serious, but enough," replied the Dragonborn.
"So we see," Diana commented. "So, are you more a sorcerer than a warrior?" she asked.
"I prefer using a sword whenever possible, but I do know some spells to tip the odds in my favour should I require them," Martin stated.
"Perhaps a sparring match is in order?" Diana offered. "I'm curious to see your skill with a blade," she said to the Dovahkiin who nodded in acceptance.
When the dummies were cleared away, Diana and Martin selected some sparring swords. Diana chose a gladius/xiphos style sparring sword whereas Martin chose a hand-and-a-half sparring sword. Shayera chose to observe the match; having seen Diana fight, she was curious to see how Martin would fare against the Amazon princess.
Standing opposite facing each other in the sparring ring, Diana laid some ground rules. "First to disarm wins the match, best out of three. Agreed?" she asked the warrior who nodded.
"Agreed."
Diana then shift into a low almost horse stance, the flat of her sparring sword resting on the rim of her practice shield. Martin held his sword up to his chest, his right hand gripping the crossguard and his left holding the lower part of the hilt near the pommel and the blunted carbon fibre blade resting against his shoulder.
"Begin!" Shayera called out and Diana rushed forward towards Martin. The Dragonborn thrust his sword, the blade a blur, towards Diana who raised her shield to deflect the strike. Undeterred, Martin stepped back then to the Diana's right side and swung his practice sword at her upper arm. Turning her body, Diana parried the blow with her sword but left her midriff exposed earning her a forceful kick from Martin and it sent her stumbling back. Wincing a little from the pain, Diana then raised her shield in front of her body going on a defensive stance.
Switching his stance, the point of his sword aiming forward, and the hilt held at his hip, Martin circled the Amazon princess who followed his circling. The Dragonborn then jabbed with his sword, the tip bouncing off Diana's shield. Wondering if her opponent was gauging and testing her defences, Wonder Woman simply kept her shield raised and her sword ready, waiting for an opening in the Dragonborn's defences. Martin then struck at Diana's shield; Diana gritted her teeth as she felt the force behind that strike rattle the bones in her arm, but she refused to yield.
Martin then suddenly swung low at Diana's shins. She smoothly leapt over the sweeping strike and swung her own sword in a horizontal swing at Martin's helmeted head. Martin smoothly leaned back, the air whistling as the blunted plastic blade narrowly missed his head. Siezing the opportunity, Diana slammed her shield at Martin's chest. The Slayer of Alduin barely gave a grunt of the heavy plastic shield hit him in the chest, but he did move back.
Pressing the attack, Diana then used a series of strikes at her opponent, using both her gladius and round shield to attack Martin. The Dragonborn simply deflected the strikes with his hand-and-a-half sparring sword before he weaved to Diana's left and hooked the crossguard of his sword around the Amazon's neck and with a simple twist, he threw her to the floor.
Grunting in pain and annoyance, the latter being more apparent, Diana then tried to raise herself to stand only for her gladius to slapped out of her hand and kicked aside. Diana then came face to face with the blunted tip of Martin's sparring sword aimed at her head. Wonder Woman stared up at the Dragonborn almost defiantly whereas he was silent, his face hidden by his helmet.
It then became a contest of wills to see who would yield first. As much as it galled and wounded her Amazonian pride, Diana reluctantly nodded up at Martin, conceding the first round. Martin nodded in acceptance and stepped back and offered a helping hand. Smiling, Diana clasped the warrior's hand and was helped to her feet.
"Well fought," the Dragonborn complimented the Amazon princess who smiled bashfully at the praise.
"I still lost," she still said, lamenting the loss.
"Only the first round. You have two to try and beat me," Martin reminded. "Again," he told her moving back, allowing her to retrieve her sparring gladius. Smiling more widely, Diana retrieved her weapon and prepared for the second match.
The next half an hour was spent sparring back and forth. The match ended in Martin's favour, although he lost the second round against Diana. Shayera had been observing the entire time, making comparisons between the differing styles Diana and Martin utilised. Having been trained in Amazonian combat, Diana used her xiphos in conjunction with her shield to put up a plausible defence, but her xiphos was much shorter than Martin's bastard sword. Martin's bastard sword gave him more reach and with a two-handed grip, it gave him more power and control than Diana's sword and shield, but it also left him more open to Diana's attacks.
"Well done you two," the Thanagarian complimented the pair as they sat together on a bench drinking from bottles of cold water. Martin had removed his helmet to drink his water. "It was a close match, but it is what it is," Shayera commented.
"Yeah," Diana mumbled as she sipped her water bottle. "I will ask for a rematch of course," she said looking at Martin with a smile on her lips.
"If that is what you wish," Martin said blandly.
"Well, I think you both better get washed up. You probably worked up a sweat," Shayera told them.
"I think we have," Diana agreed as she ran a hand through her hair, feeling the perspiration in the follicles.
Martin wordlessly stood up from his seat, put his helmet back and left the training room, presumably heading for the showers.
"Hm. Man of few words," Shayera remarked wryly in reference to Martin's quiet manner.
"We'll have to work on that," Diana said to the Thanagarian before they both left, with the Amazon breaking off from Shayera to head for the showers.
As Diana entered the washing facilities, steam had already filled the room. Surmising that one of the others was using the showers, Diana then took off her Amazon Champion armour and entered one of the shower bays. Flicking on the hot water, steam began to fill the cubicle and the hot water hit Diana's naked body.
Taking a bar of bodywash soap, the princess lathered her body in the soap creating soap suds and began to wash away the dried sweat from her body. The shower bay next to hers turned itself off and the occupant within left it. Curious as to who it was, Diana poked her head out and her eyes went wide as she that it was Martin and she got an eyeful. Being the second time seeing Martin nude, Diana felt her cheeks grow warm and pink as she watched rivulets of water course their way across his pale flesh.
"Something wrong?" a voice asked and Diana gave a start and realised that Martin was looking at her over his shoulder. His expression was blank and stoic.
"Sorry! I thought you were someone else," Diana meekly replied.
"I see." Martin grabbed a nearby dry towel and wrapped it around his waist. "Apologies for disturbing you," he said quietly to the Amazon and he left the bathroom.
Nonplussed by Martin's lack of response, Diana then resumed washing herself, although her expression was one of embarrassment. Washing herself quickly, the Amazon turned off the hot water and dried herself then dressed herself in her armour. Her cheeks still pink with embarrassment, she left the washing facilities and headed for the commissary.
Entering the commissary, Diana found Martin sitting on a chair, seemingly doing nothing. Blushing harder, Diana avoided eye contact although she was certain that the man was just staring blankly into space. Pouring herself a cup of chamomile tea hoping it would calm and distract her mind, Diana sat down at another table and staunchly refused to look anywhere near the Dovahkiin.
Then sitting opposite the Amazon was Supergirl who had a tray loaded with cheeseburgers and French fries. "You okay?" the young Kryptonian asked her biting into one of the cheeseburgers hungrily. "You look very red in the face. Are you sick?" A look of concern was on Kara's face as she looked at Diana.
"I'm fine! Just had an intense workout is all," Diana replied, wincing at how her voice had cracked.
Kara had a disbelieving look in her eyes but shrugged and ate her meal. Glancing over at the Dragonborn who was sitting stock still, Kara commented, "He's still as a statue."
"Who is?" Diana feigned confusion.
"Martin. He's just… sitting there. Hasn't moved an inch since he came in," Kara told her. "Do you think he's okay?" she asked looking at Diana in worry. "What if he's sick or something?" she wondered aloud.
"I noticed too." Kara and Diana looked to see Power Girl walking over to see with them. "He's just sitting there, still as a statue. Hasn't moved one inch," she stated as she glanced over at Martin.
"Perhaps he is meditating?" Diana suggested weakly.
"Wouldn't he go to his room for that?" Kara suggested.
Karen frowned and stood up her seat. "I'm gonna go see what's up with Martin. Maybe ask him what's wrong," she declared before walking over to the armoured man before Diana could stop her.
Karen stood within a couple of feet of the Dovahkiin and asked, "Are you okay, Martin? You haven't moved at all."
"I'm fine," came the stoic response from the warrior indicating he was awake.
"Are you sure? You've just been sitting here since you came in," Karen told him. "Is something wrong?" she asked in concern.
"I'm fine. Just waiting for something to happen," replied the hero of Skyrim.
"Waiting for something to happen?" Karen repeated. "What do you expect to happen here?" she asked in disbelief and confusion.
"Something," stated the warrior bluntly.
Karen stared at the warrior bemused, giving a small huff. "You're bored," she observed rather than asked.
"A little," the Dragonborn admitted.
Smiling to herself, Karen made him an offer. "Well, how about we remedy that," she said as she offered him a hand. Martin stared at Karen's gloved hand for a moment before rising to his feet. A little put-off by Martin not taking her hand, Karen asked, "How do you feel about visiting New York?"
"New York?" Martin echoed.
"Yeah. The City That Never Sleeps. Always something going on there," Karen informed him enthusiastically. "You'll love it, I promise!"
"Very well, lead on," Martin replied.
Quickly informing Shayera that she was taking Martin down to New York to see the sights, Karen and Martin then boarded a Javelin and head planet-side. After setting down on a building complex that Karen explained she owned, she then became a tour guide for Martin.
"Okay, there are six boroughs in New York; Manhattan, Brooklyn, the Bronx, Queens and Staten Island. Each of them has neighbourhoods and attractions, so there's something for everyone to see," she explained.
"I see," came Martin's response.
"Some of the attractions of New York are the Statue of Liberty, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Central Park, the Empire State Building, to name a few off the top of my head," Karen told the warrior.
"I see," came the same response from Martin.
Karen frowned a little but pressed on. "There's also Grand Central Station; the main hub for all trains throughout New York. And there's also the Broadway Theatre where some of the biggest names in showbiz come to perform," she said.
"What are some of the acts performed there?" Martin asked curiously.
"Well, just about stage and musical production is performed in Broadway, depending on the season," replied Karen. "Did you want to see a show?" she asked hopefully.
"If that's what you want," said the Slayer of Alduin.
Frowning a little, Karen decided to take the lead. "Well, c'mon then. There might be a matinee playing we can watch," she stated as she held out her hand. Martin walked past her and stepped off the edge of the building.
Karen gasped in shock at the seemingly suicidal act and she flew after Martin to save him from killing himself.
FEIM ZII GRON!
To Karen's shock, the Dragonborn's form became a ghostly spectre and he landed softly on the ground below.
"Are you crazy?! Are you trying to gimme a heart attack with a stunt like that?!" Karen screamed at the man when his form became solid.
"No," came the blunt response.
"Are you suicidal or something? Are you some kinda sadist?!" Karen asked him. "What on earth possessed to jump off the building like that?!"
"It was the quickest way to reach the ground," Martin replied.
Karen stared at the man dumbfounded. "I could've taken you down to the ground!" she said angrily. "You couldn't have asked?"
Martin shrugged and Karen threw her head back and gave an exasperated sigh and realised that quite crowd had gathered around. Scowling at the crowd, she growled at them, "Got nothing better to do?!" Her eyes glowed with heat vision which convinced the more faint of heart into going about their daily lives. Of course, there were some who lingered, taking photos and recordings of the Dragonborn.
Martin was seemingly looking around New York with a casual air. Karen calmed herself down, but she planned on bringing his stunt up with Hawkgirl and Wonder Woman. She opened her mouth to speak to Martin when a loud explosion interrupted her. Some screams followed the explosion.
Snapping into action, Karen flew in the direction of the explosion and found the First National Bank on fire. Martin soon joined the Kryptonian, his stance seemingly ready for battle.
"Thieves?" the warrior asked Karen who ignored him briefly and stepping out of the broken window was a familiar sight. A young woman in her early-mid twenties with electric blue hair done in an almost punk style, wearing a navy blue unitard with a cutout in the shape of lightning bolt running down her navel. In one blue gloved hand was a large sack within contained numerous dollar bills in various denominations.
"Livewire!" Karen spat in distaste.
Leslie Willis AKA Livewire, a former radio shock-jock turned electrokinetic metahuman criminal looked at Power Girl in surprise before quickly rearranging her features into a cocky smirk.
"Oh, look, it's Super-Slut," the criminal cracked a taunt. "Shouldn't you be bouncing on a trampoline somewhere?" she jeered.
"I'm giving you one chance to come quietly, Ms Willis," Karen warned her, ignoring the jibes thrown at her. "You can come quietly, or you can wake up in ICU. Your choice," she stated almost coldly.
"Heh, tempting, but no dice, Fun Bags," Livewire retorted before she took note of Martin standing next to Power Girl. "Aww, lookie what we got here? It's Diet-Conan! Looking for a princess to save?" she taunted.
Martin did not say anything, he simply drew his sword and moved towards Livewire before Karen could stop him.
A little surprised by this forward action, Livewire held up a hand which crackled with electricity that would jumpstart an aircraft carrier. "Back off, Co-Nan! Unless you wanna find out if you can light up a Christmas tree!" she threatened.
The Dragonborn ignored the threat and continued stalking towards Leslie. Perturbed, the electrokinetic criminal fired out a bolt of electricity at the warrior who simply held out his hand and caught the bolt of lightning. The bolt was still connected to Leslie and she suddenly felt her energy being drained.
"Hey! Wh-What are you doing to me?!" she shouted as she felt herself falling to her knees.
Karen watched in awe at how Martin easily handled Livewire. Leslie was someone who could give Kal-El trouble, depending how much juice she had in her system. But Martin simply draining Leslie of her energy taking her out of the fight.
Martin continued walking towards Livewire until she collapsed on her back. Flinging aside the accumulated lightning into the air where it discharged harmlessly, Martin drew his sword and prepared to deliver a coup de grace to the downed criminal. Realising what he was about to do, Karen shot forward and grabbed his wrist.
"Don't!"
The Dragonborn looked at Power Girl his expression hidden by his helmet, but she could sense his confusion. "Why not?" he asked.
"We don't kill our enemies," Karen told him.
"Why? She would've killed me," Martin said blandly.
"Maybe, but you can't just go around killing people!" Karen told him.
"I'm not. I was going to kill one who was trying to kill me," Martin replied almost coldly.
"We have laws for these things!" Karen shouted. "It sets a bad precedent if we start killing every criminal we see!" she impassioned.
Martin stared at Karen silently who looked at him with a hard look. After a moment, Martin relaxed his arm and nodded. "Very well." He then sheathed his sword and stepped back, allowing Karen to deal with Livewire.
Putting the call to police, Kare and Martin waited for a special unit to arrive in order to detain Livewire. Hawkgirl and some of the other Justice League members also arrived, having been alerted to what happened.
"So, what happened here?" Hawkgirl asked Power Girl.
"Bank robbery. Livewire was trying to rob in broad daylight," Karen explained. "Martin handled her, but he was about to deliver a coup de grace if I hadn't stopped him," she said with a glance at Martin.
"Is this true?" Shayera asked looking at the Dragonborn who nodded in response. Sighing to herself, Shayera then said, "Look, I acknowledge you're from another world where things are differently, but you can't just be judge, jury and executioner."
"If someone tries to kill you, you try and kill them right back," Martin stated bluntly.
"We'll discuss this on the Watchtower," Shayera said giving a serious look to the warrior who shrugged in response.
After STAR Labs technicians came to put Livewire in a special containment unit to ship her off to a special prison where her condition could be studied in hopes of a cure, the Justice League then headed back to the Watchtower where a meeting was called to discuss Martin's disposition for lethal force.
Martin sat down at one of the end of the conference table. Most of the Justice League sat in rows along the length of the table with Hawkgirl and Wonder Woman sitting at the other end of the table.
"Am I on trial?" asked the Dragonborn lightly.
"Not as of yet, but we do need to discuss your methods," Wonder Woman said firmly.
"What is there to discuss?" said the Slayer of Alduin. "I was going to put an end to a violent criminal and save everyone a lot of trouble," he stated calmly.
"We have laws for these things," Black Canary told him.
"And who decides these laws?" Martin asked. "Corrupt bureaucrats?"
Everyone shared uneasy glances with each other, before Hawkgirl spoke. "We understand that you come from a different world where justice is handled differently, but if you look at it from our perspective; most of us have essentially sworn an oath of non-violence, to not take lives, to let the courts do their work. It would set a bad precedent if one of us started killing criminals, not allowing them a fair trial to see justice carried out. Do you understand?"
"I understand perfectly," Martin replied and he then said, "But you must understand my position; where I'm from there are no prisons every five miles, nor any facilities designed to contain criminals like this Livewire."
"So, whilst I respect your oath to not take lives and let justice be carried, I ask that you respect my stance on doing what must be done to prevent innocent lives being harmed."
Shayera and Diana looked at each other before the latter looked at the Dragonborn asking him, "Is there no way we can persuade you to no longer take lives? Nothing we can do to convince you?"
"If you feel that we can no longer work together, that's fine by me. I bear you all no ill will, but don't paint me as a blood thirsty monster who roams around killing everyone he sees," Martin stated calmly.
Everyone glanced at each other with Shayera saying, "I suppose that's the best we can hope for. We simply ask you use moderation."
"Very well then." Martin rose from his seat and asked, "Are we done here?"
Shayera reluctantly nodded in response and Martin left the room leaving the Justice League to discuss what transpired among themselves.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: There! Chapter 8 is done and dusted! And it seems like there's going to be some tension between Martin and the Justice League in regards to how he handles criminals, as most of them fight to subdue their opponents, with some exceptions, but for the most part they refrain from lethal force whereas Martin has killed so often it is second nature to him.
In other news, I've got the idea a Young Justice/Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice & Fire crossover on the brain and to that end I've set up a voting poll of what the setting could potentially be. I won't say what the options, but feel free to vote if you haven't already.
And that's all I have right now, so I'll see you all in the next one.
Be kind to one another,
Angry lil' elf.
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P.S. Has anyone been having trouble getting email notifications from the site lately? I've been having trouble with it and it happened last year now that I think about it. So, anyone got any ideas on how to fix it or can bring it up with the admins of the site?