Rolled 17, 18 = 35 (2d20)

>>34534726
> Manifest something to attack him (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)

Rolled 9, 6 = 15 (2d20)

>>34534726
> Manifest something to attack him (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)
Summon an medieval army, and full plate armor for yourself.

Rolled 9, 19 = 28 (2d20)

>>34534726
> Cry, but stand up anyway
> Manifest something to attack him (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)
Tank turret to blast him with

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>34534726
>schlick, then talk about schlicking with your friends who are also talking about schlicking while schlicking.

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>>34534726
OH YEAH@ GET PUMPED THIS QUEST IS BACK!

>>34534726
Glad to see Sinestro is still a dick

>>34534993
we want the Sinestro dick

>inb4 Schteel turns this quest into yet another yurishit pandering quest

> Manifest something to attack him (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)

You grit your teeth and present your ring at him. A giant green fist flies at him. And to that, he slides to the side, completely missed. He jumps into the air and from his ring, constructs a mighty brickwall. It flies downward at you, slamming you into the ground.

No matter. You break free, clad in heavy green plate armor. He flies downward, coming to a landing in front of you.

If there’s one thing you know, there is no such thing as a one man army. Until now. «Burn in hell! » Your ring summons an army of France’s finest warriors, knights, and guards. They raise their swords, spears, and bows in triumph. They rush at him, flowing past you like water. You think for a moment that you see surprise in Sinestro’s eyes. Yes, you have him now!

Then Sinestro slams his ring into the ground. The floor shakes and shatters, throwing you off balance. The army flies up into the air, their horses winnying in fright and the men shouting in confusion. You have heard of Sinestro’s prowess, but you never thought he could actually do that!

And to that, he points his ring into the air and summons thousands of bows and arrows. They loose the arrows, swiss-cheesing your army and turning them into nothing but poofs of green clouds. You hold your arms up, deflecting the magical arrows directed at you. Then you look up to see Sinestro pouncing on you.

And again, you are defeated. He stands atop you, his foot upon your wrist, the arm where your ring sits. “Hm.” He smirks again. “I must admit, that was actually quite challenging. But you lack follow up, human. You have the will, but it is wasted on someone like you.” He steps off, allowing you to crawl backwards, then sit up.

> “Professeur, allow me another round!”
> “May we rest now?”
> “I hate this!”
> Write in

>>34535322
>> “Professeur, allow me another round!”

>>34534993
>>34535252
It would be interesting if we turn out to be another Sinestro.

I mean our country has been conquered, so we liberate France and arrest Hitler once we come back, and institute our own world order.

>>34535322
> Write in
"Then tell me, how to I become stronger? While I waste here training, my people suffer under the hands of a tyrant! How do I restore liberté, égalité, and fraternité to a world with evil men?"

>>34535322
>> “May we rest now?”
Lumière is tired

Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d20)

>>34535322
>> “Professeur, allow me another round!”

>>34535322
>> “Professeur, allow me another round!”
Lumière isn't down yet

>>34535322
>“Professeur, allow me another round!”

>>34535252
>we want the Sinestro dick
I don't, not that I want this one to be yuri, just not a fan of Sinestro beyond him being a cool villian

>>34535607
I agree we should go for Kilowog dick

>>34535607
Have you read Sinestro in the comics, because he is fucking awesome.

>>34535322
>"Professeur! I demand another round!"

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oh neat, its running

>>34535322
> “Professeur, allow me another round!”

>>34535607
>not wanting to be on the villain's team
>not wanting to rule the galaxy at his right hand

Behind every great man is an even greater woman. We must be that woman, the power behind the throne.

>>34535753
We should get Sinestro teach us how to enforce our will onto our planet.

>>34535753
Nah, not really interested in going evil.

>>34535798
>usher in the Fourth French Empire

I'm okay with this.

>>34535810
It doesn't have to be evil. Literally our entire planet is at war, and once we find out the evil shit the Nazis and Imperial Japan are doing, we totally have just cause to shut them down.

>>34535753
we can balance out his heavyhanded authoritarian nature.

He was pretty chill when he hooked up with Abin Sur's sister.

maybe overthrow the guardians together and take control of the corps, those little blue bastards do turn evil at least once

I for one say we become a villiain.

We should force ourselves to love somthing enough to get into the star sapphires

> “Professeur, allow me another round!”

You reach out. “Professeur! Allow me another round!” You groan a little, trying to get up. You do manage that, but actually maintaining it is a little difficult. Then you realize you’re not actually facing him, so you turn around. That pounce must have really put you out of it.

Professeur Sinestro quirks his brow. “Really, human? I must say it has been quite tiring throwing you around.”

“Another, just to show you my will is not wasted!” You loosen up your shoulders and rub your hands. You’re ready for this, you are sure of it.

“Fine, but I will not be your opponent,” he says. Huh? “Kilowog, are you watching?”

There’s a giant explosion of rocks and stone behind you. Uh oh. You slowly turn around, to see a giant brutish mixture of pig, pug, and alien. And it smells horrid! That must be Kilowog. He grins, bearing his sharp teeth at you. “Look at the little poozer we have here.”

Professeur Sinestro says, “Kilowog normally trains most of our new recruits in the Corps. I selected you on the basis that there must be something special with you, as Abin Sur’s successor. However, I find you lacking, human. Defeat Kilowog, and just maybe I will continue to refer to you as a student of mine.”

Kilowog grunts. “Give me your best shot.” He stomps on the ground, towering over you.

You can do nothing but grin nervously.

> “On second thought, I’ll just go.”
> Manifest something (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)
> Write in

If we were to go evil what ring shall we use?

Rolled 11, 6 = 17 (2d20)

>>34535900
>Manifest something (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)

Rolling.

>>34535934

Red, maybe?

>>34535798
Actually, it'd be interesting to see whether Sinestro, confronted with his own image in the form of a merciless student grinding her world under the heel of he boot, would recant his course and come back to the fold of the green lantern corps. I doubt it, but it'd be kind of amusing.

Rolled 20, 4 = 24 (2d20)

>>34535900
Manifest King Kong and lay down the beatdown.

>>34535900
>> Manifest something (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)
Hit him with a car

Rolled 1, 15 = 16 (2d20)

>>34535900
>> Manifest something (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)
Manifest a giant phallic shaped object to beat him with

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>34535967
That's some strong ass will

>>34535934
I say lets go evil usisg Violet

Rolled 4, 17 = 21 (2d20)

>>34535900
>MANIFEST

Rolled 4, 16 = 20 (2d20)

>>34535900
>Mainfest something

NEVER SURRENDER
DEFENSE PRIDE

>>34535967
>>34535990
20 Will, 15 Shaping. Not bad.

>Villian talk
>worried.webm
I hope we don't

>>34536034
You forgetting that 1

>>34536068
T-twenty overrides... right?

>>34535934
>>34535958
>>34535994
Guys, you're misunderstanding. There is no evil rings, just evil people using them. Anger can be righteous, love doesn't have to be possessive. All the rings have shades of grey in them, metaphorically speaking.

>>34536129
We then lets become Evil blue lanterns

Also indigo tribe exist soley as a way of curing psychopath

>>34536162
Do any of the other rings even exist at this point?

>>34536129
Except Indigo. And arguably Blue.

>>34536204
We can only hope

>>34536054
Seems like it's just you and me. Everybody else appears to be all aboard thew villiany train.

>>34536204
Yellow probably doesn't, since Sinestro is still a green lantern. Definitely not black and white, because they are special event rings.

>>34536162
We want love to keep Sinestro from going completely EMPEROR PALPATINE, but we also don't want him going full Anakin Skywalker on us, either.

And we don't want to be dictators of Earth, we just want people to leave France alone.

>>34536204
Aren't they aceint made by some crazy dude in the begging of the universe?

>>34536054
>>34536257
>>34536273
I'm not fully supporting the full villian train, but a morally conflicted lantern that has to deal with a world war.

>>34536293
Nigga i want to form space france

>>34536305
Is that the same as shutting down the world war and enforcing world peace?

>>34536346
If the entire world becomes france. Then yes

This is more a sinestro corps thing to do though

>>34536204
Assuming we're following any sort GL canon,Yellow hasn't been created yet if Sinestro hasn't been kicked out of the GL corps.

Orange is usually revealed as "been around for awhile quarantined in this forbidden sector we don't talk about"
Indigo was created by Abin Sur
Red is not certain, it was the first other corps to show up in the cartoon, but the comics had it come after the sinestro corps.
Blue probably hasn't been made yet.
Violet probably hasn't been started up yet, though the Zamoarans always had the means.

of course, this is all meaningless conjecture, This quest is AU and not held to any sort of canon unless GS wants it to.

Also, husbando Sinestro to keep him from going full evil.

>>34535900
>> Write in
Manifest a energy ball inside Killowog's throat.

Non-lethal asphixy

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> Manifest something

You remember watching the film with your father. The way the great beast tossed those sailors about, the way he climbed the Empire State Building, and his eventual (and literal) fall. You were always scared of him. But now it’s time for Kilowog to face your nightmare. “Allez, allez, King Kong!”

Your ring glows bright green, screeching as it projects a blob of energy, growing in mass. Then, once it towers over you and Kilowog, it takes shape as a giant gorilla beast. From the savage world of Skull Island, comes King Kong! The Eighth Wonder of the World!

Kilowog places his hands on his hips, nodding. “Impressive for a rookie.” Kong roars at him, blowing green spittle at him. Kilowog barely flinches. “These beasts are nothing but pets on my world!” He flies upwards and projects a giant wall, to block a punch from Kong. You strain yourself, struggling to maintain Kong through willpower.

The great beast fumbles about, roaring and baring its teeth at Kilowog, trying to jump up and reach at him. But Kilowog remains well out of his reach, and indeed decides to pull something cheeky.

He summons biplanes. They whir and dive on Kong, pelting him with green bullets, circling around. You feel Kong’s pain, yelping as each shot penetrates Kong’s thick hide. How does he even know Kong’s weakness?!

Kilowog laughs. “You underestimate how cultured we Lanterns can be!”

> Give up
> Continue the fight
> Manifest something else (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)
> Write in

Lets just cut to the chase.

[x]Husbando Sinestro
[x]Become evil

Rolled 18, 17 = 35 (2d20)

>>34536407
> Manifest something else (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)

give Kong a tommy gun

>>34536414
No and no.

>>34536390
I'd rather become the Orange Lantern than bed Sinestro, really.

Sinestro is an awesome antagonist and an interesting protagonist, but I really don't see Lumière with him

Rolled 5, 7 = 12 (2d20)

>>34536407
> Continue the fight
>> Manifest something else (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)
Summon some AA guns to take down those biplanes

Rolled 10, 17 = 27 (2d20)

>>34536407
>Continue the fight
>Manifest something else (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)

Give King Kong boxing gloves.

Rolled 14, 9 = 23 (2d20)

>>34536407
>> Manifest something else (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)

Manifest a small energy ball, shove it down Killowog's throat

Rolled 17, 3 = 20 (2d20)

>>34536407
>MANIFEST MOAR

>>34536437 has the right idea.

Rolled 18, 8 = 26 (2d20)

>>34536407
>> Manifest something else (Roll 2d20. First for Will, Second for Shaping. Highest of three rolls wins.)

FRENCH FIGHTER ACES!

>>34536448
Isn't orange one of the ones that really fucks with your head?

Rolled 15, 18 = 33 (2d20)

>>34536407

>>34536437
Lol, I like this. Supporting. And give him a mafia fedore and suit while we are at it.

>>34536437
That's completely absurd.
I like it.

Rolled 2, 8 = 10 (2d20)

>>34536407
Turn King Kong into mecha King Kong

>>34536437
Don't forget the coat and cigar

>>34536437

Al Cakong

>>34536483
Orange only has one wielder, Agent Orange. He's insane, but it is likely not directly linked to the lantern energy itself.

>>34536483
Orange and Idigo fuck with your head.
Indigo makes your less crazy and cures the disorder known as being batshit nuts
Orange makes you batshit nuts

>>34536448
We shouldn't bed him, but we should become his protege and learn how to enforce our will on our planet.

Rolled 8, 2 = 10 (2d20)

>>34536407
>MANIFEST

>>34536437
>>34536459
>>34536463

The fact we got infinite shaping at our disposeal doesn't mean we should go for the big, flashy stuff.
We must think outside of "smash them/gun them down" here

>>34536437
>>34536500
Yes.

Rolled 15, 18 = 33 (2d20)

>>34536407
>Manifest something

Guys lets try to stay good and not fuck some disgusting looking alien

>>34536536

True.

Got any ideas?

>>34536483
>>34536511
>>34536515
The further you are from the middle of the spectrum, the less rational you are. Red are rageaholics and violets are full unironic yanderes. Agent Orange is easily the more powerful lantern if he wasn't so petty.

>>34536483
>>34536511
>>34536515

Orange fuck with your head by increasing your greed to incredible level. Imagine the kind of greed that would make Scrooge McDuck go "dude, you need to slow down".

There is also the matter of the entity within the power battery being particularly antagonistic

>>34536553
I'm with you, we need to find a cute human girl to protect with our new powers.

>>34536555
Manifest a small energy ball, put it in Killowog's thoat, then expand to deprive him of oxygen

>>34536555
TRIP HIM WITH A STICK HOLY SHIT

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>>34536579
Pic related.

>>34536603
Nah let's do King Kong Tommy gun

>>34536603
>murderhobo detected

>>34536536
>>34536555
I dunno, the best idea I got was putting a pleading women to stop the biplanes, but it's pretty weaksauce.

>>34536636
I don't want to kill him (in any case, we can't). It's just an efficient way to win, instead of wasting our energy in creating big things he can defeat.

The Green Lantern Ring is one of the most versatile tool ever. If you don't use it smartly, you end up like Hal Jordan.

>>34536675
>you end up like Hal Jordan.

the greatest Green Lantern in the history the corps?

> Manifest something else

Beads of sweat run down your forehead. Kong is becoming quite a handful. He swipes, punches, and grabs at the planes which run rings around him. He needs a little more firepower. You bring your ring up again. “Kong! You shook the film screens with your roar! Then I’ll give you something that made a decade roar!”

With that, Kong stops in his tracks, and in his hands manifest a giant M1921 Thompson Anti-Bandit Gun with one-hundred round magazine, complete with Cutts Compensator. And just to finish it, you give him a nice fitting suit, tie, and a fedora. Kong momentarily ponders it, then lifts it up and with a roar fires wildly at the sky.

Kilowog’s grin drops as his biplanes gets shot out of the sky. They disappear into poofs of green dust as Kong’s Tommy Gun rips them to pieces.

You pant, stumbling in your stance. Kilowog brings up a shield to protect himself from Kong’s fire, then flies at him. Kong throws the gun at him, knocking him out of the sky and dropping him to the ground.

Kong growls, standing over a defeated Kilowog. “Well… you’re pretty good,” says Kilowog.

> “Merci.”
> “I learned from the best.”
> “Shall we go again?”
> Write in

So we're going to go back and bury Abin Sur properly when we get the chance, right?

If we do that, Sinestro may not turn

>>34536695
>“Merci.”
> “I learned from the best.”

"May we do this again sometime? Right now I'm rather exhausted."

>>34536686
Nah he's the biggest failure

>>34536695
> “Merci.”
> “I learned from the best.”
> Write in
To Sinestro:
"Now, am I worthy?"

>>34536695
>> “Merci.”
I like how some of the things Lumière ha manifested have been things she's afraid of, the tripod and King Kong

>>34536695
> “Merci.”
> “I learned from the best.”

>>34536709
not a terrible idea

>>34536709

We should tell them about it and offer to do that, yes.

>>34536695
>> “Merci.”
>> Write in
"You're even better"

I vote we ask this guy to teach us.

>>34536695
> “Merci.”
> “I learned from the best.”

>>34536695
>Merci
Then get kong to curb stomp him

>>34536695
>“Merci.”

>>34536734
Being able to control the object of your your fears like that helps.

>>34536734
We will overcome fear.

>>34536709
Huh, I forgot what happens in the real comics about him.

We should get Sinestro to tell us more about him to become inspired.

>>34536783
>Huh, I forgot what happens in the real comics about him.
Didn't he come back as a black lantern during that whole thing?

>>34536806
probably, its been awhile since I read Blackest Night

>>34536783
>Huh, I forgot what happens in the real comics about him.
I think in the original comics Jordon just took his ring and was like "Thanks for the ring, fucker!" and gave him a crappy little grave where no one could find him. I think he was given a funeral precession in the last movie, but that doesn't count.

Jordon's callousness to him dying was part of why Sinestro resented him.

So we going to kill the guardians when they fuck us over?

>>34536868
Depends if the Guardians are good or evil in this universe. It's around a coin flip.

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Y'all are too concerned with romance and hypothetical problems and enemies.

How about we focus on Lumière gitn' gud at ringslinging and getting to know to her fellow lanterns?

>>34536548
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFvP3zup67M

Howitzer go.

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> “Merci.”
> “I learned from the best.”

You nod, letting Kong withdraw back into your shield then leaning forward and grabbing your knees to catch your breath. “Merci, monsieur.” You smile at Kilowog, then look over at Professeur Sinestro. “I learned from the best.”

Professeur Sinestro hums a bit, walking up to you both. “Well done, human. Most don’t defeat Kilowog on their first go, but it is as you say. Come then, our training is over for the day.”

Kilowog stands up, dusting himself off. “Next time, rookie. You won’t be so lucky. Haha!” He continues laughing as he flies off with the other observing Green Lanterns. With that, you follow Professeur Sinestro away from the Arena.

“I must say, human,” says the Professeur. “You have an eye for creativity, an eye for scale.” He smirks a little. “Are you compensating for something?” Is he making fun of your height? You’re… sort of average sized for your age! You grumble a bit at that. The Professeur continues, “You must note human, willpower and shaping are your most important tools, because they come from within. If you do not have the will, even the greatest monster you summon will fade at a light breeze.”

You nod. “I am aware, Professeur.”

“Good,” says Sinestro. “Now, I must discuss something with you.” You stop at the edge of the arena, and look out to the galactic sky, where the stars and the nebulas shine brilliantly. “In regards to your return to your Sector.”

You feel yourself swell up in pride. You must be ready!

“I do not feel you are ready, just yet,” he says.

… oh.

> “I am ready!”
> “Well, perhaps you’re right, Professeur.”
> “Why?”
> Write in

>>34536844
adding onto this, Jordon creates a ton of problems for himself and others by not burying Sur's body when he could

This is AU, sure. But not burying the body of your successor because 'There's no time!' is a pretty asshole move even if we didn't know all of this. I think this universe's Abin Sur is buried under a pile of sand in the woods.

>>34537015
> “Why?”

>>34537015
>> “Why?”

>>34537015
>“Why?”
>Write in

"We should go anyway, since I didn't leave Abin Sur in a good grave. Didn't know what was happening then."

>>34537028
I'm pretty sure we gave him a better burial after that, I mean it wasn't fancy but we did dig him out of the sand

>>34537015
> “Why?”
Is there any real large threats to us that he can see?

>>34537015
>“Why?”

>>34537056
This

But we don't know his name.

>"We should at least go bury the guy I got the ring from, I hid his body without time to bury him"

>>34537015
> “Why?”

>>34537074
Yes we do, Sinestro told us his name, it's in the first post

>>34537074

Better dialogue than I wrote.

>>34537091
>>34537074
Ah, I see we were. I glanced over it the first time.

Okay, let's go with that then.

>>34537015

>>34537056
>>34537070
>>34537074
Also supporting these. Say that we feel bad giving him a proper burial.

>>34537074
replace "the guy I got the ring from" with "Predecessor" and its golden

Isn't the guilt we're feeling about Abin Sur extreme metagaming?

>>34537015
Yo Schteel did you see that GL Lumière that drawfag did?

>You are Lumiere Berger, a young girl
>a young girl
Of course we are. Every. Fucking. Quest.

>>34537240
I would've used it by now if that thread wasn't still up.

>>34537229
Nah Lumière is a good girl and Abin Sur did die in front of her, it wouldn't be surprising for her to be thinking about this

Something I'm just thinking. We believe in the ideals of liberté, égalité, and fraternité, but we become like Napoleon in trying to impose these values onto the world.

>>34537229
Sinestro mentioned that he feels that Abin Sur's ring choose poorly, and we are a lot more sensitive and remembered that we literally poured a bucket of sand on the body, so we should be a lot more respectful.

>>34537229
You wouldn't feel guilty about leaving a person thrown under some dirt in a random forest?

>>34537229
We keep hearing about how great the guy was, surely he deserves a proper burial?

>>34537265
Just add a black dot in the corner of the pic and it'll go through

Okay, fair enough

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>>34537280
He wasn't a person. He was Xeno scum

>>34537265
you could just put it in paint and change its format

That reminds me our dad abandoned us in this story.

Then again if I'm riding in a B1 Bis, I'll probably run away too.

>>34537260
In every GermanSchteel quest.

Here's to awkward lesbian shenanigans, and /u/'s concept of "purity" dominating the latter half of this story, assuming it goes anywhere I guess.

>>34537389
Nah, Lumiere loves dicks and pilots. Preferably together.

>>34537260
>No new posts
Magic Shop, and that Cyborg Quest doesn't count?

>>34537389
Lumière has shown interest in a few male soldiers.

I hope that will persist.

>>34537015
>> “I am ready!”
>> “Why?”
We're totally super ready

> “Why?”

You frown. “But why?”

Sinestro gestures to the stars. “Look at that. All of it. A Sector is not just your homeplanet, it is a cluster of stars, galaxies, nebulas, all housing worlds full of thinking and breathing beings. As the Green Lantern, our duty is to protect and serve these beings. We give them a light in the darkness of the galaxy, so that in time, they will make their own light. Abin Sur knew what that meant, and he threw himself to that work with enthusiasm, with dignity.”

You blink. “Do I not? Professeur?”

“No,” he says. “You are still too young. Too fear-filled. You will learn one day that fear can be your greatest enemy,” he looks downwards with a heavy glare, “… and your greatest tool.”

You tug at your skirt a bit, biting your lip. Any pride or dignity you just had is now gone, gone like your Father. “Well… Professeur, may I at least make the trip back? To give Abin Sur a proper burial?” Sinestro looks down at you, quirking his brow. “All the Lanterns tell me how great he is, and he did not deserve the uh… admittedly hasty burial I gave him.”

Sinestro scratches his chin. “Hm… let us talk to the Guardians about this.”

…

…

“Lumière Berger. Green Lantern of Sector 2814.” The Guardians sit around you, in towering spires of chairs in council. Sinestro stands next to you. “Your request to return to the Sector has been considered. We have left it in the hands of Lantern CU11-3N for quite some time in your absence, and we feel that he must return to his own Sector soon.” The Guardian speaks in a slow smooth tone, almost as if he were your grandfather.

“However,” says another Guardian. “Sinestro has warned us of your inexperience. Why do you feel you are ready to police your Sector?”

> “I am homesick.”
> “I have been trained by the best.”
> “I believe I am ready.”
> Write in

>>34537015
>"Well perhaps you're ready, Professeur."
>"But I would like to return for a short time anyway. The one who gave me the ring, Abin Sur, I had to hide his body, but I did not have time to properly bur it. I would like to ensure he is treated with the respect he deserves."

>>34537479
>> “I believe I am ready.”
Inexperience is best solved by gaining experience

>>34537523

Seconded, and say this too.

>>34537479
> “I have been trained by the best.”
And I hope to live up to the name of my predecessor.

>>34537523
I like that.

>>34537479
> “I have been trained by the best.”
> “I believe I am ready.

>>34537479
>“I have been trained by the best.”
>Write in
"A great man lies buried in an unfit grave, let me at least give him a proper burial."

>>34537479
Seconding
>>34537523

> “I believe I am ready.”
> “I have been trained by the best.”

You clasp your hands behind your back. “Inexperience is best solved by gaining it. My Professeur is the very best I am told.” Sinestro tilts his head downwards at you, smiling just a little bit. “I do believe I am ready, I have had the best teachings that I can be given, and remaining here on Oa will stagnate my growth. I believe I must return.”

The Guardians all look at each other for a moment, in deep thought.

You really hope they accept, if only just to give Abin Sur the burial he deserves.

“After a moment of consideration, we believe it best to withdraw CU11-3N from 2814, and to place you as the Sector’s Green Lantern.” You grin, gasping a bit. “Sinestro will be on close call, if you need his help.”

“Merci!” you say. “Merci beaucoup! You will not regret it!”

A Guardian says, “We will set up provisions for your secret identity. Be aware that once you are in the dark, it will be up to you to maintain that cover.” You nod violently at that. “Very good. You may return to Earth at your discretion.”

Sinestro nods. “Good. Human, before we go. Let us charge the rings.” You turn and leave the council. “You remember the oath, correct?”

You nod. “Of course.”

“Then you will not find anything wrong with leading us in it?” he says.

> “You’ve always led me, you say it.”
> “I will.”
> Write in

>>34537798
> “I will.”

>>34537798
> “I will.”

I always liked the oath

>>34537798
> “I will.”
>dat oath
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui_hkBZ5ZmY

>>34537798
>“I will.”

In brightest day, in darkest night
No evil shall escape my sight
Let those who worship evil's might
Beware my power, Green Lantern's light!

>>34537798
"In blackest day, in brightest night,

Beware your fears made into light.

Let those who try to stop what's right

Burn like my power Sinestro's might!"

Since we are waiting, some green lantern:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1qUcBR-QkY

>>34538200
poor GLTAS, never got to blackest night, no Sinestro Corps (so technically Sinestro never turned evil) and I don't recall any Indigo tribe.

Truly, CN deserves to die

>>34538257
They had an awesome Sinestro.

> “I will.”

You nod. “Leave it to me, Professeur.”

With that, you arrive at the Green Lantern Central Power Battery. The source of power for all Green Lanterns in the universe. Lanterns from all over the universe, in all shapes, sizes, creeds, sexes, and colors, come to the Central Power Battery to recharge their rings. Although it is not required, it is tradition to charge the ring and recite the Green Lantern oath.

You and Sinestro raise your rings. They start glowing as the Central Power Battery grants them the energy to work. Sinestro looks down on you, skeptical. It’s time.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIvHoonBOCw

You take a deep breath, then being reciting.

“In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil’s might,
Beware my power, Green Lantern’s light!”

[1/2]

>>34538333
[2/2]

…

…

>>=[| AUGUST, 1940 |]=<<

You arrive back at the very place where Abin Sur crashed his spaceship. It’s still covered in that sand. Sinestro looks at you, a bit unamused. “Well,” you say, laughing a little. “Ehehe… you see, I needed to hide the body quickly and… this is what I came up with.”

“Very crude,” says Sinestro. He walks up to the giant pile, then with a slap of the ring, a giant hand washes the sand away. The Spaceship itself appears to have decay into nothing more than metal slag, unrecognizable, but Abin Sur’s corpse itself lies there, as untouched as the day you left it. “It appears your sand has kept him well-preserved at least.”

You smile. “Well… yeah.”

Sinestro kneels down next to Abin Sur, and then gently places his hand on upon Abin Sur’s chest. “He will receive a proper funeral on Oa.” His features harden, in a look of mourning. You cannot help but feel sad as well.

You kneel down next to him. “I am glad, Professeur.”

“Well then,” says Sinestro. “You must attend here.” He carefully picks up Abin Sur in his arms. “Remember, if you are ever in need, human. Just call.”

> “I do not think I will need to.”
> “I will.”
> “I am sorry about Abin Sur, Professeur.”
> Write in

>>34538360
>> “I will.”
> “I am sorry about Abin Sur, Professeur.”

>>34538360
>> “I will.”
>> “I am sorry about Abin Sur, Professeur.”

>>34538360
>> “I will.”
>> “I am sorry about Abin Sur, Professeur.”
> Write in
ask what Abin Sur was like

>>34538360
>“I will.”
> “I am sorry about Abin Sur, Professeur.”

>>34538360
> “I will.”
> “I am sorry about Abin Sur, Professeur.”
>>34538400
Also supporting this:
"How can I live up to his name?"

>>34538400
>>34538427

Seconded on both counts.

>>34538400
>>34538427
Seconding

>>34538427
>>34538400
Supporting.

> “I will.”
> “I am sorry about Abin Sur, Professeur.”

You nod. “I will, Professeur.” He turns to leave, but you say, “Wait. I-…” He turns back to you, quirking his brow. “I am sorry about him. What was he like?”

Sinestro looks up at the night stars. “Honorable. Noble. A true friend.” He looks back at you.

“Well…” You scratch the back of your head. “How may I live up to his name?”

“Hmph.” Sinestro chuckles a bit. “Way I see it, human. I hope you never do. Remember that there are many ways of being a Green Lantern. I hope you will find yours, maybe you will be like Abin Sur, or perhaps like me. We shall see.” He turns to leave again, but then turns back. “Oh, and human.” You stand stiff. “Please, just call me Sinestro. Professeur is not my name.”

You nod. “Of course, Pro-“ You stop yourself, blushing just a tad. “… Sinestro.”

He smiles at that, then blasts off into the dark night sky.

You sigh. It’s time for you to get comfortable.

…

…

You groan a bit, opening your eyes.

>>=[| London, England |]=<<

A small apartment has been found for you in the city. Close to work, close to the markets, a bit of a geographical oddity you find. But, it’s one you can appreciate. You yawn a bit, rising out of your nice warm bed. You look over at the window, and find no morning rays of light. England is not as sunny as you thought it’d be. Oh well, you look at the clock.

> 8:05 AM.

… Uh oh. You’re late for work. You look down. You’re still in just your dark green nightgown.

OH BOY.

> Get dressed in something nice!
> Get your hair done!
> Find breakfast!
> Write in

>>34538717
>> Get dressed in something nice!
> Find breakfast!
No time, eat toast and jam

>>34538717
> Get dressed in something nice!
> Get your hair done!
And fast. Sorry, no time for breakfast.

>>34538717
>> Write in
Brush your teeth, you filthy animal

>>34538717
> Get dressed in something nice!

>>34538717
> Get dressed in something nice!
> Find breakfast!

Can the ring do something about our hair if we do the magicky thing real quick?

>>34538884
the ring would be best left to clothing imo

>>34538884
>>34538895
We can technically do all three with the ring.

Form a comb and quickly brush and tie up our hair, bring out all the clothes and select and put on the one we want, and form independently moving cookware.

Could be a morning practice. Or end in disaster.

>>34538971
Practice s always good

>>34538971

Seconded.

>>34538717
Actually, I like that idea I have. Switching my vote from
>>34538822
To:
>>34538971

>>34538971
Shit, let's do it.

> Get dressed in something nice!
> Find breakfast!
> Get your hair done!
> Write in

You quickly jump out of bed, only to land flat on your face on one of your books. Hey, Le Vingtième siècle. La vie électrique! You need to finish that book! You might as well take that with you. You quickly grab the book and head to the closet. With a heavy hand, you open it up to reveal a few outfits. Uh…

Wait. You look at your Power Ring. You look over at the Battery Lantern on your end table.

You have a Power Ring, surely you could just make everything better with that.

Right?

…

…

> Roll 2d20 (Will+Shaping. Highest of three wins)

Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d20)

>>34539133
Let's do it

Rolled 3, 19 = 22 (2d20)

>>34539133
Roll'in

Rolled 2, 12 = 14 (2d20)

>>34539133

Rolled 19, 9 = 28 (2d20)

>>34539133

>>34539150
>>34539151
>>34539171
Shit, our will roll was low. I guess this was a high shaping roll, since all three are delicate. But our constructs probably flickered and died under the strain.

>>34539217
I hope we didn't try making our own clothes to wear.

>>34539261
No, I think bring them out and putting them on. They all probably fell to the floor. And our hair is half done. And all the food fell and splattered onto the floor.

You burst out of your apartment and into the hall, your hair smoking green but otherwise good. The food, terrible, but at least the toast in your mouth is holding together. But that’s only because you yourself managed that. Clothes? Ruffled and wrinkled to high hell. In short, you look terrible.

Presentable at least, but terrible.

You quickly run down the hall with your bag, toast hanging out of your mouth. You slide down the railings of the stairs and pull out your toast to say, “À plus tard, Monsieur Benedict!” Monsieur Benedict happens to be the landlord of the Apartment, who usually hangs out at the front desk. You swear you saw him lean in, ogling with a smile.

“See you later, Frenchie!” he yells. You wonder why he looked at you like that.

You quickly pause in your step and pat your bottom. Yep, you’re wearing underwear. Good. You go back to running, your arms up in a girly run you admit but then again, you’re trying to keep a lower profile! And there’s nothing more low-profile than some bookish waitress at a little café!

… that’s three blocks away from your apartments. You’ll never get there in time!

> Run there
> Summon your Green Lantern powers to get there
> Call a taxi
> Write in

>>34539353
> Run there
cardio is good for you

>>34539353
>You quickly run down the hall with your bag, toast hanging out of your mouth.

Perfect.

>Check yourself first and make sure your clothes aren't falling off

Then

>Call a taxi

>>34539353
>> Run there
>dat run
Subarashii

>>34539353
> Summon your Green Lantern powers to get there
Can we summon a bicycle? I mean, it would be neon green, but it think it'll be low key enough.

>>34539353
>Write in
Fuck it, you're late already and no amount of running will help. Just take it easy and walk.

>>34534726
>Not Red Lantern
You fucked up.

>>34539646
>edgelord

> Run there

You pant, running down the busy sidewalk, past a few Army recruiters, past a few homeless people, all kinds of Londoners. It is certainly different from Dunkirk you reckon. Much larger, much bigger! So many people too!

And you are not getting anywhere just running!

With that, you accidently bump into a man. “Ah, bugger me!” He falls to his knee, yelling in pain. Oh no. You look back to see him gripping his knee, his cane beside. Ah, you just knocked over a man with a lame leg!

“Je suis désolé! I mean- I am sorry, sir!” you say. “Do- do you need help?”

He looks up, revealing his closely shaved black beard and blue eyes. “Ah, no worries, darling!” he says. He forces himself to his feet. “Happens a lot, happens a lot. You’re probably in a rush anyway. Was just heading to the café anyway.”

> “Do you need help?”
> “Well, goodbye then!”
> Write in

>>34539754
>> “Do you need help?”
We can't not

>>34539754
> “Do you need help?”
Should I call a cab for you? It's the least I can do to help.

>>34539754
> “Do you need help?”

a GL has a duty

>>34539754
> “Do you need help?”
>Was just heading to the café anyway.”
Our cafe?

>>34539754
>> Write in
Find out who he is

>>34539754
>> “Do you need help?”

>>34539705
Nah. I just like cats.

>>34539832
ok, you have a point. Dex-starr is awesome.

>>34539754
Hey maybe this is a great way to practice our powers by subtly helping out the old man walk along the way to the cafe, like make him light or something

>>34539902
>Use our power to help the old man
>Roll a 1
>Break his other leg AND both his arms

>>34539902
We have a secret identity to maintain.

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>>34539878
>>34539832

GS, use Hope Corgi

> “Do you need help?”

“Do you need any help, monsieur?” you ask.

He smiles at you. “Well, hey, you speak good English!”

You nod at that, smiling back. “I speak English well, monsieur. Perhaps I can help you to the café? I do work there now and-“

“Ah, no worries about me, darling,” he says. “Just get there, get there! Old man like me ain’t going to bring you down with my ship!” He laughs at that, a wheezing laugh. “Hahaha! But seriously, just leave me!”

You frown, then grab his arm and throw it over your shoulder to drag him. “Nope. I’m taking you there!” You grab his cane and then begin helping him along.

“Oh dear,” he says. “Haven’t had something like this since the Great War!”

…

…

[1/2]

>>34540071
Corgi Lantern Best Lantern.

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>>34540012

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>>34540078
[2/2]

“Oi, you’re late!” The manager, Mister Buckle, is a very tall man with a white apron and a dirty suit underneath. “Who’s this bloke?”

You shrug. “I knocked him over on my way here, monsieur. I am sorry. I could not leave him!”

The old man offers his hand as you let go of him. “George D. Dickles Senior!” Buckle and Dickles shake hands at that. “Head of the Dickles Private Taxi Company!” He points to you, with a smile. “Dedicated girl you have here, good sir!”

Mister Buckle looks at you skeptically. “I’m sure. Listen, get in the café, start taking orders.” You nod, then quickly grab an apron and a tray from him then run into the café.

Unlike Monsieur LaPetit’s back home, this café is much more packed. You have soldiers of all kinds, men and women and children having a good breakfast, all in a nice cozy little room. You see a table, with a lonely little man sketching something, looks like he’s not been waited on. You walk up to him and smile.

“Hello, M-“ Wait. English “… Mister!” The man looks up to you, and you find he’s significantly younger than the old man you just escorted here. And more… handsome as well. Steely grey eyes, a slight smile that doesn’t seemed force, lovely cheekbones as well. And his blonde hair is perfectly combed, better than yours at least. Oh you feel ugly now! “C-Can I take your order?” Careful not to blush you.

He smiles, sliding his sketches to the side of the table. “Uh, yes. Just a coffee and a biscuit if you please.” You quickly write that down, then you take notice of his sketches.

Uh. Is that… you? As Green Lantern? Wow, you didn’t think you looked that good.

> “Are you an artist, Mister?”
> “Coming up!”
> Write in

>>34540071
I pray for this. Pray for hope corgi. Pray for a more slow boil reveal of the different spectrum powers as opposed to how it happened.

>>34540110
>“Coming up!”

>>34540110
>> “Are you an artist, Mister?”
Super good

>>34540110
> “Are you an artist, Mister?”

>>34540110
> “Are you an artist, Mister?”

>>34540110
> Write in
Who is she? Looks pretty.

>>34540110
>> “Coming up!”

>>34540110
>> “Are you an artist, Mister?”

Do you think we'll meet other DC heroes like The Haunted Tank, an M3 Stuart possessed by a civil war general?

>>34540322
Jay Garrick would be cool...

>>34540322
I sure fucking hope so

Guys are we able to fuck Nightwing?

>>34540110
Are you an artist Mister?

But try to keep the small talk to a minimium we got a business to help run!

> “Are you an artist, Mister?”

You smile a little at him. “So uh… are you an artist Mo…” He looks up at you, confused. “Mister?”

He chuckles a little, offering his hand. “Marvin Nodell. I uh…” You shake his hand, and find his firm grasp pleasing, even comfortable! “Yeah, I do a little drawing here and there, mostly when I’m bored. Uh…” He holds up the paper, showing your visage as Green Lantern. “Take that for instance, it’s uh- It’s something some soldiers were describing from a month or two again. The Green Lantern they call her.”

“Oh, strange,” you say. Yep. This is not awkward at all.

“You know it’s strange,” he says. “I’ve actually seen a few photographs of her, that’s how got the reference.” He snaps his fingers. “Gotta say, she’s beautiful.”

You puff your cheeks out. This is not getting awkward at all. Please do not blush, not now, darn it!

“Oi, Lumi!” Mister Buckle calls from the entrance. “I’m paying you to wait, not to talk! Go on, go on!”

You wave at Marvin. “Nice meeting you, Marvin.”

He nods, then looks at his sketch, then back to you. “Wait a minute,” he says. You stop in your tracks. He looks back at the sketch, then at you. “Huh. You know, you look little bit like Green Lantern.”

> “No, I don’t. Bye.”
> “Yeah, I do. Ehehehe.”
> Write in

>>34540322
Hoping for Wondy or Queen Hippolyta as Wondy. We don't know what aspects of Which DCu we're seeing.

That said, maybe we'll see The Losers. Or... The Blackhawks, HAWKAH!!!!!!!!!!

>>34540322
Tbh, I'm more interested in its final form. An M4 sherman possessed by General Sherman.

>>34540422
>> “Yeah, I do. Ehehehe.”

Thank you for the compliment Mister

>>34540422
> “No, I don’t. Bye.”

>>34540422
"Why mister if I didn't know any better I would say you say that to every girl you meet!"

Give a small impish giggle then quickly but calmly go wait more tables as we leave him behind all flustered as Brits back then were all pip pop cheerio and what not.

>>34540322
Hell, if we go to Paris, we can meet Mdmm Marie, the French resistance fighter.

>>34540422
>> Write in
"What? That's silly. You're silly, Mister."

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>>34540404
are you willing to wait 50-70 years?

>>34540422
> “No, I don’t. Bye.”

>>34540422
Blush, be adorkable.
>no I don't bye

>>34540422
>> Write in
>Thank you

>>34540422
"I get that a lot. But I don't think I'm anywhere as pretty."

Remember, the secret of Clark Kenting is body language.

>>34540422
>> Write in
Blush
"You're just saying that. I'm not that pretty."

>>34540466

Seconded.

>>34540490
We won't need to wait that long, original Dick shows up in the 50s I think?

Wait! Maybe we'll still be in good shape in 70 years thanks to the ring and alien health care. By then we're the experienced cougar French GL. Show the Bat's pupil a few things his alien or commissioner's daughter never could.

>>34540425
Just hope that Hitler doesn’t have the Spear of Destiny...

>>34540466
>as Brits back then were all pip pop cheerio and what not.
How times have changed

>>34540466

Go with this

>>34540425
Oh the Blackhawks would be sweet

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>>34540114
we will need pudding

>>34540582
>Wanting to fuck nightwing instead of batman
Nice shit taste

We've fought V. Savage.

Will we also fight The Demon's Head & his League of Assassins? Is Billy Active as Captain Marvel, allowing us to face Black Adam or Captain Nazi?

>>34540422
>Write in
"Oh you flatter me, thank you." giggling is required.

>>34540582
>experienced cougar French GL
Boner please

>>34540422
> “No, I don’t. Bye.”

Gotta keep that secret identity but I hope we see the Justice Society

Jay Garrick will be awesome.

>>34540646
We may still get charmed by Bruce in our youth if he's active. Young and impressionable thing that we are.

>>34540707
Nah, I heard Bruce likes young boys

This can't be complete without a racist caricature as a sidekick.

>>34540804

Our own black sidekick we name Nigganog?

>more Green lantern questing goodness
WOO!

>>34540821
>>34540804

Or Niggawog. Forgot to add that part.

>>34540804
Nicolas Cage as Fu Manchu

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>>34540854
>Niggawog

>>34540866
That is a funny way to say the Mandarin.

>>34540804
Who was that Chinese kid in Indiana Jones?

>>34540796
I heard he has been seen in the company of beautiful young socialite, Selina Kyle. Is Bruce Wayne trying to become a family man with his adoption of circus performer orphan Dick Grayson and his increasing closeness with Miss Kyle? Regulars to our society page will recall that Mr. Wayne lost his family to violence and inherited the Wayne fortune as a child. Is he tired of the Empty manor all to himself?

GermanSchteel , because I'm pretty sure you've never read JSA

https://www.mediafire.com/folder/g3rx34wkt60jj/JSA_related


fun fact, the Justice League cartoon was at one time going to use the JSA once but got replaced with generics
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6wlCj-PqSk

We need a side arm

Lets buy a space gun

>>34540881
God I love that twist in Iron Man 3.

Also, the Grindhouse trailers were awesome.

>>34540920
Uhhh... we already have a ring that lets us create anything that we're able to conceive of. Why do we need a gun?

>>34540976
The recent Arab American GL got himself a side arm.

> Write in

You blush a bit, grinning. “Oh, well thank you, Mister Nodell.” You spin your finger through your hair. “I’m quite flattered, ehehehe…”

Marvin blinks, then says, “W-Wait! I don’t mean you’re pretty- Wait. No. You’re plenty pretty it-“ He pauses, looking up and realizing how stupid he must sound. “You just look like her and I don’t think that-“

“Lumi, come on!” says Mister Buckle as he drags you to the kitchen. “We got things to do, people to cater, get a cookie and coffee out for him, yeah?” You wave goodbye to Marvin as he sits at his table, in disbelief. You write up the order and put it up for the chefs. Mister Dickles gets waited on by another waitress, so it seems you’re out until your order is up.

You sigh, that Marvin Nodell. He is quite the strapping young man.

Suddenly, the window to the café blows open. Glass shards fly over, and the patrons all duck and cover in fear and fright. Some cover their children, others hide under the table. You duck instinctively.

“Alright!” yells a young woman. She walks in to the café, holding her hands up. She’s clad in a black minidress with electric looking stripes, with a silver grey headband. Her boots clink and clank with what you think are either cleats or hidden skates, and her legs clad in white tights. She swishes back her blonde hair. “Nobody move! This is a robbery!”

One of the soldiers yells, “You’re a robbing a bleeding café! Go rob a bank or something!”

“Shut up! You know who I am?” says the girl. “Jewels, wallets, all that stuff! You’re getting robbed by the Air Wave Gal!” Everyone immediately begins giving up their valuables. “Come on, come on, I ain’t got all day.”

Rude, impolite, indignant, AMERICAN.

> Go find a quiet place to power up
> Continue hiding
> “Stop that!”
> Write in

>>34540976
>our weapon runs out of juice
>other people still have ammo

The same reason you take a pistol when you have an assualt rifle

>>34541008
> “Stop that!”

>>34541008
>> Go find a quiet place to power up

>>34541008
> “Stop that!”
Leave now and no one gets hurt.

>>34541008
>> “Stop that!”
Americans

>>34541008
"Stop that! Who goes on a robbery spree when there is a war on? Abroad even! Madam you are an insult to your nation and women everywhere,"

Shame on her.

>>34541008
>Write In
"No, you are robbing a cafe rather than something that actually has something worth stealing. Are you an imbecile?"

>>34541008
> “Stop that!”

>>34541008
>> Write in
Pimp slap that hoe

>>34541008
> Go find a quiet place to power up

is this a sting operation to flush us out?

can't take that risk

are we vulnerable to yellow?

>>34541008
>> “Stop that!”
.....Americans?

>>34541176
>.....Americans?

A superstitious and cowardly lot.

>>34541008
>> Go find a quiet place to power up
And then pulverize her a way that could only be qualified as "moyenageuse".

>>34541008
> Go find a quiet place to power up

>>34541165
It seems like it. But still, it should not deter us from confronting her directly.

Also, maybe? Depends on the universe.

> “Stop that!”

You stand up tall from behind the counter. “Stop this robbery, fiend!”

The Air Wave Gal looks at you from behind her domino mask. “Huh?” She chews on a poor patron’s biscuit. “The hell are you?”

You blink, faltering a bit but remaining as steadfast as the Renault B1bis or the Char 2C. “My name is Lumière!”

“Oh, French girl!” she says. “Neat.” She grabs another biscuit from a table and begins eating that as well. “Listen, Lumi, why doncha you sit down, give up your valuables, it’ll blow over soon. We don’t need to do anything rash ya know?”

“This is a farce, you’re stealing from innocent people during a time of war!” you yell. The Air Wave Gal simply stares at you, bemused, chewing on another biscuit. “These are hardworking people and I-…” you sigh. “Would you stop eating!?”

The Air Wave Gal smirks. “What? I’m hungry? Never waste food, that’s what my mentor taught me, the original Air Wave. Too bad he was a sissy, ya know?” In a flash, she bags up all the watches, pocket change, money, and other valuables into a burlap bag. “Anyway, I oughta get outta here, so if you’ll excuse me.” She runs out of the ruined café and into the street.

You follow after her, only to see her jump up, bounce off a wall, then onto a power line. She gives a cheeky smile, and a mocking L-salute, then blasts off down the power line in a great yellow flash.

“Who was that?” you ask.

A patron says, “The Air Wave Gal. Some say Air Wave trained her to be a sidekick, but she didn’t like what she saw. So now she’s come here to wreak havoc. What a waste.”

> Go power up and pursue
> Remain here, she’s gone
> Write in

>>34541334
>> Go power up and pursue

you are a space cop and you just saw a robbery on your beat

>>34541334
>Remain here, she’s gone

She'll show up again, and we may be in a better position to change and fight then.

>>34541334
>> Remain here, she’s gone
We got a floor to swipe and people to serve.

We'll hunt her down and brutally maim her later.

>>34541334
> Go power up and pursue
Excusez-moi, I need to notify the police.

>>34541334
>>
Power up and Pursue!

Time for a lesson in civility!

>>34541334
>> Go power up and pursue
I'm not done giving her a piece of my mind

>>34541334
> Remain here, she’s gone

>>34541334
> Go power up and pursue

you get in trouble with the guardians for neglecting duty

>>34541334
>> Remain here, she’s gone
There's a time and a place for superheroics. Be patient.

>>34541334
>Go power up and pursue
Suspicious as it may be, I want to punish her, and not in the fun way.

>>34541334
> Go power up and pursue

>>34541334
Wow this bitch is really bitchy, lets go and teach her a lesson, heck maybe we can use a theraby technique and make her into our partner in crime?

>>34541334
>Renault B1bis or the Char 2C

I'm sorry but our girl has shit taste in tanks or rather they are steadfast because of mechanical breakdowns.....

If she want to be more imposing she should had mention a Souma-S-35 or FCM-36 at least.

>>34541334
>Remain here, she’s gone
Let's atleast get the okay to leave from the boss first.

>>34541334
>> Remain here, she’s gone

>>34541334
>Go power up and pursue

> Go power up and pursue

You start running for a nearby alley. “Lumi!” yells Mister Buckle. “Where are you going!?”

“To notify the local authorities, Monsieur Buckle!” you yell. You quickly run down and out of sight of the crowd and into an isolated alley. If you remember, she went about eastbound. This is certainly not a job for the Blackhawks, so this will be your first catch of your career! You hold your ring up high.

In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight!
Let those who worship evil’s might,
Beware my power, Green Lantern’s light!

Your clothes disintegrate, immediately being replaced by your Green Lantern Uniform. You glow green with energy as you jump up and fly over the neighborhood in the general direction of Air Wave. You fly above cars, people, and along the power lines, all of them washes of color at your speed. Soon, you see that glow of yellow. Air Wave.

You fly alongside her, glaring at her. She looks over at you, surprised. “Stop!” you yell.

“What?!” she yells back, holding her hand to her ear.

“STOP!” you yell.

She shakes her head. “Sorry, sorry, I honestly can’t hear what you’re saying!” She jumps from the powerline and onto a nearby building. You bank hard and follow. She starts running and running until you land in front of her, intercepting her.

“I said…” you stand up, proud and tall. She steps back, with a quirked brow and a curious look. “Stop.”

She smirks. “Well, you look familiar, have I seen you before?” She shrugs. “Ah, whatever. I ain’t going down without a fight!” She kicks at you, nearly cutting your cheek with metal skates. She kicks again, and you step backward to dodge. “Come on! Show me some of what you call pants here in Big Ben country!”

> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping Best of three wins)
> Try and convince her to give up
> Write in

Rolled 17, 16 = 33 (2d20)

>>34541717
>> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping Best of three wins)

put her in a bubble and go into space. she needs a stern talking to

Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d20)

>>34541717
>> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping Best of three wins)
Set some chains after her, try to tie her up

Rolled 14, 5 = 19 (2d20)

>>34541717
> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping Best of three wins)

Rolled 7, 17 = 24 (2d20)

>>34541759
I think this will work.

Rolled 20, 15 = 35 (2d20)

>>34541717
>Soon, you see that glow of yellow. Air Wave.
>Worried.png

> Manifest something (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping Best of three wins)
Immobilize her, a cage, ropes, something

>>34541759

> drop the bag or get in the bag