>>34976635
> Go take their orders, you might get more tips
> Write in
Ask if the have heard any news?

>>34976635
>> Let another waitress handle it
C'mon now, don't go letting those nice gentlemen wait for their coffee

>> Go take their orders, you might get more tips

Get mo' money.

>>34976635
> Go take their orders, you might get more tips

>>34976635
>> Go take their orders, you might get more tips

>>34976635
>Go take their orders, you might get more tips

>>34976635
> Let another waitress handle it
Or atleast hand in the current order so there isn't some kind of mix up later on.

>>34976635
>Let another waitress handle it
Might be a good idea to make sure we don't get the order wrong.

> Go take their orders, you might get more tips

You hurry over to the soldiers. “Hello, hello!” You quickly brush some stray locks of hair out of your eyes and hold up your notepad. “May I take your order?”

One of them, a Sergeant, says, “Righto… I’ll have me and me boys four coffees black, and just a cookie for me please.”

“Oi, Grayle, you gotta eat more laddy,” says one of the Soldiers. Grayle sighs, brushing at his short cropped blonde hair. He’s actually quite handsome, quite handsome indeed. “You ain’t nothing but skin and bones.”

“I’m fine,” says Grayle. He hands the menus off to you. Right away. Time to get these orders tout de suite! You head into the kitchen and stick the orders onto a little revolving apparatus thingy for the chefs to handle.

And with that, you sigh blissfully as you sit down by the entrance. You grab a newspaper and start reading the news. You might as well read one of the articles before another group comes in and starts piling you with more orders.

Which one to read though?

> “Sky Pirate Eludes the Batman Once Again!”
> “Professor Kent Nelson to Lecture at Cambridge University!”
> “Criminals found sleeping in dumpster!”
> Write in

>>34977057

FUCK ME.

ARGH

I wanna read about the bat.

But Cambridge is right there...no, Lumi likes her sensationalism and heroics.

>Sky Pirate Eludes the Batman Once Again

>>34977057
> “Sky Pirate Eludes the Batman Once Again!”

I like all the options...

>>34977057
>> “Sky Pirate Eludes the Batman Once Again!”
Well well well

>>34977057

Unfortunately, I agree with:
>>34977085
But they all sound interesting. Make a note to finish reading later.

>>34977057
>Write In

New Discoveries relating to Heavy Water Vapors

>>34977207
What's this a reference to?

>>34977236
Jay Garrack, The First Flash

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I wonder if Alan Scott is still a thing? Personally I'm neutral towards the guy. I could take him or leave him, always preferred space cops over magic rock guy

>>34977290
Wasn't he mentioned last thread?

>>34977329
Space cops is better but Alan Scott is just a classic.

>>34977290
Fun, but I kinda want to avoid meta gaming.

>>34977329
That would get complicated.

>>34977057
>> “Sky Pirate Eludes the Batman Once Again!”
Batman and Sky Pirates. Seriously, why WOULDN'T we read this?

>>34977057
>“Sky Pirate Eludes the Batman Once Again!”

There can be no other choice

> “Sky Pirate Eludes the Batman Once Again!”

> SKY PIRATE ELUDES THE WORLD’S GREATEST DETECTIVE ONCE AGAIN

After an intense campaign of terror across Gotham City, Bartholomew “Sky Pirate” Thach has escaped the Batman’s grasp once again for open sea! The Sky Pirate for days now has terrorized cities across the United States, plundering and looting from the very streets with his well-advanced Airborne Aircraft Carrier, “The Flying Dutchman”. With it, the Sky Pirate has an entire squadron of well-equipped and well-trained mercenary pilots at his beck and call, and the capacity to rob banks, shops, and other venues and disappear into the skies before authorities can respond.

We could not reach the Batman or Robin the Boy Wonder for comment at this time. It is reported that after a fierce air battle between the Bat-Wing and the Sky Pirate’s personal aircraft, the Sky Pirate landed a lucky shot in the Bat-Wing’s engine and forced it down in the streets of Gotham, which allowed the Sky Pirate to escape.

The Sky Pirate has once again eluded the grasp of authorities, and President Roosevelt’s hand is looking to be forced into the creation of Air Militias to protect against airborne enemies of the United States. The Sky Pirate has been spotted in negotiations with Heinrich Himmler and Herman Goering of Nazi Germany, which suggests that these attacks are not petty in mind.

[1/2]

>>34977371
Fine, but I kind of want to meet at least this person.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Tornado_(Ma_Hunkel)

If possible

>>34977470
[2/2]

“Lumière!” Oh jeez. You quickly place the newspaper down and hurry to the kitchen. “Order up!” You grab two plates of coffees and biscuits and start working your way through the crowded space of the café. The place is alive with the sound of old men chattering about their day, complaining about the Nazis, or just random chatter about family. It reminds you of home somewhat.

You place the orders down where they need to go, right where they need to be. Good, very good.

Suddenly, the ground shakes. “What’s that noise?” says someone. Suddenly, a red gust of wind flies past the window, shaking the café and spilling several drinks to the ground. “What the bloody hell was that!?” Everyone goes to the window, trying to see what it was.

You even try to get a glimpse of it.

“I think it was that little tornado girl from the radio!” says someone.

Oh boy.

> Power up and investigate
> Stay where you are, it’s probably nothing
> Write in

>>34977486
> Power up and investigate

>>34977486
>Power up and investigate

Here we go!

>>34977486
> Power up and investigate
Evil's afoot. Or something like that.

>>34977486
>> Power up and investigate
Power Up!

>>34977486
> Power up and investigate

>>34977486
>Power up and investigate.

It could just be another heroic young lady, or a sinister twister by some unsightly...something...

I lost my rhythm on that.

>>34977534
>unsightly...

fister?

>>34977486
>> Power up and investigate

> Power up and investigate

“Monsieur Buckle!” You quickly run out the backdoor, grabbing your coat. Mister Buckle and the chefs all look at you as you run out. “I am taking my break!”

“What?!” yells Buckle. “We’re still in the middle of the dinner rush, Lumi!” You slam the door behind you and start running into the alley. Time to get some place lonely.

Finally, you find yourself surrounded by high walls and buildings with no windows. Malevolent, but in this case, it is to your favor. You raise your Power Ring up high, and slowly, you become engulfed in the Green Glow of Will!

> 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 uniform tightens and forms over your body. Good, good, you are getting quicker at this! Now to fight some crime and find out who this Tornado is! You blast off into the sky and look down upon the city of London.

Ah, it appears a raging red tornado is not very hard to find. You begin pursuing after it.

[1/2]

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>>34977845
[2/2]

…

…

“Hurry!” A group of masked goons runs out of a bank, guns and bags of cash in hand. One of them leans out of his car window. “Get the hell in! We gotta get outta here!” They start piling the cash into the trunk.

You observe from above. The red tornado starts closing in, then it dissipates as a small figure, wearing a great red cape, and a heavy red coat adorned with a yellow scarf, pops out of the tornado in a crouch. But the most strangest thing about it is the fact that she appears to be wearing some form of cooking pot with eye holeson her head, shrouding her head and rendering her identity a mystery.

“IT IS I!” she yells. Her squeaky voice reverberates from the cooking pot. “THE RED TORNADO! SURRENDER EVIL-DOERS!”

…

The goons stand there, looking at each other. Then they raise their guns.

Oh, this is going to get ugly.

> Dive down and shield her. (Roll 1d20 for Will)
> Dive down and attack the goons. (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping. Manifest anything you think is necessary to defeat them.)
> Write in

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>34977873
>> Dive down and shield her. (Roll 1d20 for Will)

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>34977873
> Dive down and shield her. (Roll 1d20 for Will)

protect and serve

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>34977873
>> Dive down and shield her. (Roll 1d20 for Will)
She said surrender

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>34977873
> Dive down and attack the goons. (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping. Manifest anything you think is necessary to defeat them.)

A Mark X Tank

>. But the most strangest thing about it is the fact that she appears to be wearing some form of cooking pot with eye holeson her head, shrouding her head and rendering her identity a mystery.

YES!

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>34977873
>> Dive down and shield her. (Roll 1d20 for Will)

> Dive down and shield her.

With all the might you can, you plant yourself down between Red Tornado and the goons and bring up a shield. Their bullets start raining over your mighty green barrier as if they were nothing but rain drops and sleet on a roof.

“Whoa!” The Red Tornado steps back. You cannot see what expression she has under that cooking pot of hers but you are quite sure it is surprise.

The goons stop firing, out of ammo. “What the bloody blazes is that!?”

“It’s the Green Lantern!” yells the driver. The armed goons then drop their weapons and start holding their hands up. “Oi, what are yous guyses doing!?”

“I ain’t fighting the Lantern!” one of them shouts. “She’s crazy!” Hmph, you smirk. It seems you’ve gained quite the reputation.

The driver sighs, stepping out of the car. “Have to do every bloody thing meself.” He pulls out a violin case. No doubt containing an M1921 Thompson disassembled in there!

He pulls out a violin. Oh. Huh? “How about I play you to bed, girly!?” he yells.

> “Surrender!”
> Create a construct and attack him (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping)
> “Red Tornado, take him!”
> Write in

Rolled 11, 14 = 25 (2d20)

>>34978139
>> Create a construct and attack him (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping)
Create a massive bed and try to crush him with it

>>34978139
>> “Red Tornado, take him!”
Let's see what she's got.

Pausing thread, will be back in about a half hour or so.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>34978139
>> “Red Tornado, take him!”
It's a team up after all

Rolled 3, 10 = 13 (2d20)

>>34978139
> Create a construct and attack him (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping)

a pair of scissors to cut the violin strings

>>34978139
> “Surrender!”
>other
Surround them with A LOT of policemen.

Rolled 15, 6 = 21 (2d20)

>>34978139
>>34978333
Forgot my roll

>>34978139
>> “Red Tornado, take him!”

Back, writing update.

> “Red Tornado, take him!”

You look back at the Red Tornado. “Get him, Red Tornado!”

The Red Tornado’s cooking pot helmet shakes a bit in surprise. “Oh! Okay!” The winds start picking up around her body, and soon her lower half is engulfed in a great red whirlwind. She rises and charges at the Violinist. “WITNESS THE POWER OF THE WINDS OF AMERICA!”

The Violinist blinks, then starts playing, playing for his life as the goons back away onto the sidewalk.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwNWPTMEOq8

Ah, that music! Oh, there’s something strange to it.

The Red Tornado continues charging, but suddenly starts slowing to a halt. Her wind flows away, and she stands there, dazed. “Wow… I’m… so sleepy…” She stands there, swaying to the music.

You plant your hands over your ears. This music! It’s penetrating your mind! You… you feel like sleeping!

> FIGHT IT! (Roll 1d20 Highest of first three rolls wins)

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>34978876
willpower

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>34978876
dammit

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>34978876

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>34978876
Go!

>>34978876
We need earmuffs, some big fluffy ones

>>34978894
>>34978897
>>34978907

Time to wake up chained in a basement

>>34978932
At least we're not mindcontrolled slaves

>>34978932
You think 14 is too low?

>>34978944
I'm a paranoid cynic

No, no! Green is the power of Will! You are a Green Lantern! In brightest day, in blackest night! No evil shall escape your sight!

You start advancing on him, swaying in your step. Your vision is blurred by sudden exhaustion. You need to lie down- NO!

“What-“ The violinist steps back. “How!? You should be in dreamland by now!” He keeps playing his lullaby. Let those who worship evil’s might. Come on, only a few metres now. You reach out to him, just barely close enough to touch him. Beware your power, Green Lantern’s Light!

“Ah to hell with this!” he yells. He stops playing then WHAM

You end up face first into the pavement, the entire right side of your face stinging with pain. He drops his broken violin then runs into the car. Before you can recover, he speeds away into the night.

Damn. Oh boy. You start yawning a bit, shaking your head. The Red Tornado snaps out of it as well. The goons themselves still kneel on the ground, hands in the air as the sirens blare with approaching policemen.

[1/2]

>>34979099
[2/2]

“Wow!” The Red Tornado is suddenly up in your face. “You’re Green Lantern!”

You nod, rubbing your face. “Oui, oui. I am.”

“Oh! You even speak in that fancy speak of yours!” She squeals, happily jumping circles around you. Her cooking pot helmet shakes and rattles as she moves, obviously not fixed to anything. “Oh this is so amazing, so amazing, so amazing!” She stops, facing you and leaning in close. Her cooking pot is completely the wrong way. “I am your biggest fan, Green Lantern!”

You smile a bit. You have a fan? You have FANS!? Oh, this is- This is making you blush a bit.

“Also, I can’t see, one sec of your time.” She quickly spins her cooking pot helmet the right way around. “Sorry we didn’t catch the Fiddler there, he’s normally one of Flash’s Rogues! But you- Oh, you almost got him!”

You nod, smiling. “I am aware.” Your face still stings a bit.

“Oh, oh, can I have your autograph?!” She pulls a pen from one of the goons’ pocket, hopeful.

> Sorry, no autographs. I must go.
> Oh, fine, just for you.
> Write in

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>>34979115
> Oh, fine, just for you.

I'm guessing she looks like this

>>34979115
>> Oh, fine, just for you.
Really fast I guess

>>34979115
> Sorry, no autographs. I must go.
We are doing this for justice, not to be famous.

>>34979115
> Oh, fine, just for you.

>>34979115
>> Sorry, no autographs. I must go.
>Not until I reclaim my honor!

We looked bad in front of our fans, thus we cannot do something like this

>>34979115
>> Oh, fine, just for you.
Hee. I was giggling at how the Fiddler on the Road ended the confrontation.

>>34979115
> Oh, fine, just for you.

>>34979115
>Oh fine, just for you.

>>34979115
>> Write in
"Sure... while we CHASE THAT FIDDLER!"

>>34979462
Sure, why not?

> Oh, fine, just for you.

You take the pen, smiling warmly at the little Red Tornado. “D’accord. Just for you, oui?” She squeals happily, bouncing in place. “Do you have a paper?”

“No, no, just sign the Helmet of Aeolus!” She taps the cooking pot. “I know it’s just cooking pot. It’s my Aunt Ma’s actually. Uh, if a really big burly woman in red longjohns every comes round to these parts, please don’t tell her I’m here.”

“Our secret,” you say. You carefully sign out Green Lantern on the top of the cooking pot. She squeals happily, holding the cooking pot as she skips merrily around you.

A policeman walks up to you. “Good work on getting these crims, Emerald Gladiator!” You smile, rubbing your face a bit. That red is both blush and bruise. “Did you get the Fiddler too?”

“No.” You shake your head. “I am very sorry.”

“Ah, our boys will have him by tonight,” he says. “We’ll throw these scumbags in the paddywagon and send them off, yeah? Thanks for all your help.” He tips his hat to you then moves to command the other Officers to start moving the crims into a paddywagon.

The Red Tornado comes back, her cooking pot helmet rattling. “So, uh…” She twiddles her fingers a bit. “I know this is sudden, but is there anything you’re doing tonight? Maybe we can go see a Basil Karlo movie! I hear The Terror remake just hit theatres!”

Oh, oh you actually do have something to do.

> “Sorry, I’m occupied tonight.”
> “If my schedule is free, I will look you up. You are not hard to find.”
> “Sure, that would be lovely!”
> Write in

>>34979539
>> “Sorry, I’m occupied tonight.”
Some other time though, we shouldn't be hard to find

>>34979539
> “Sorry, I’m occupied tonight.”

>>34979539
> “If my schedule is free, I will look you up. You are not hard to find.”
Uh, what do we already have scheduled?

>>34979539
>> “Sorry, I’m occupied tonight.”
>> "But perhaps tomorrow night would be fine?"
I like Red. She's adorabubble.

>>34979539
>> “Sorry, I’m occupied tonight.”


Don't we have a job to do (Being a cafe worker)

>>34979582
this

>>34979582
Yeah, let's try and make plans tomorrow

>>34979582
This, friends and allies are nice things to have

>>34979582
Sure, this.
But wait, wouldn't this require us both exposing our identities to each other? Are we allowed to do that.

>>34979663
GLs having a secret identity is an earth thing, not corps dogma

>>34979663
Why do we even have a secret identity in the first place? Probably to keep our friends and family in occupied France safe.

>>34979663
The Corp doesn't care about secret identities

>>34979697
traitor runaway dad would be in deep shit

>>34979697
So that we're not bothered while on the job, obviously. I would also say something about Nazi spies, but in actuality Germany was never able to successfully place spies in England.

>>34979539
>Sorry, I'm occupied tonight.
>Perhaps we can go tomorrow.

Basil Karlo...clever GS.

>>34979770
If our identity becomes public knowledge, then some supervillian is going to stuff our family in a fridge.

>>34979823
Or that cute guy that drew a picture of Green Lantern.

Inb4 a German solider lands on England, then England anthraxes Germany, and we get traumatised by all the mass death and Germany being uninhabitable for a couple decades

>>34979760
I'm still hoping he joins the French Resistance.

Also can't blame him too much the Char B1 Bis is Shit!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4X00brr3XD4

>>34979823
the only family we have is are dad and we would not care

> “Sorry, I’m occupied tonight.”

You frown, patting her on the cooking pot. “I am sorry, but I have work to do tonight, Red Tornado.”

“Oh.” Her cooking pot helmet sinks a bit in disappointed. “Well, okay. We can look each other up later then?” You nod, smiling. “Great!” She throws her arms high in the air. “EVIL DOES NOT SLEEP, SO I SHALL BE GOING! RED TORNADO AWAY!” The red winds sweep up your skirt a bit as she powers up and flies away into the sky.

You grin a bit. Oh kids.

…

OH YOU DO HAVE SOMETHING TO DO. THE CAFÉ.

But- But. FIDDLER.

OH!

> Go after the Fiddler
> Go back to the Café.
> Write in

>>34980031
>> Go back to the Café.
Don't lose our day job!

>>34980031
>> Go back to the Café.
We do have a identity we have to keep

>>34980031
>the cafe

A fiddler cannot fiddle if his fiddle is broken. And once he tries to steal one, then he'll be more easily found. If he is smart, he is laying low before he can make a move. But we expect zis.

>>34980031
> Go back to the Café.

we can try to analyze his robberies and look for a pattern later

>>34980031
> Go after the Fiddler
Dammit, now we need a lame excuse for our shitty job.

Damn, if only we can get a job that works well with crime fighting. Like reporting or something.

>>34980031
>> Go back to the Café.

While at the cafe, RETRIEVE CANDLEWAX. Can't hear fiddle, can't fall asleep.

>>34980124
That works too.

>>34980124
We could just summon some sound proof earmuffs or headphones

>>34980177
The wax is for Red Tornado.

> Go back to the Café.

…

…

“Lumi!” Mister Buckle greets you at the front entrance. You managed to change back into your waitress outfit so far, and even took the time to redo your hair properly. So that is nice! But Mister Buckle is not. “Where have you been!? You missed the entire dinner rush!”

You sigh, patting down your apron. “I am sorry, Monsieur. I was uh… taking a break!” Ah, you need to work on your excuses.

“Well.” Mister Buckle crosses his arms, looking down on you. “Tell you what, I did save your tips from the other waitresses. So go collect them. Since you took your sweet time, you might as well close up for the night as well.” He quickly takes off his apron and puts on his fedora. “Now get to it, alright, lassie?” He walks past you and starts down the street.

Oh no, closing up for the night? You wish the Fiddler had put you to sleep then.

[1/2]

>>34980577
[2/2]

…

…

“So, is Wally going down to enlist?” The other waitresses here at the café are Vicky and Ellie. A pair of mousy girls, not much older than you.

“Oh, yes,” says Vicky. “Have you seen Wally in his uniform? Oh, it is just the balls.” The two giggle at that as you shut the door behind you and lock it. The café lights are off and everything is now completely shut and done for the day. “We’ll see you tomorrow morning, yeah, Lumi?”

You nod, smiling at them. “Bonne nuit, you two. Dormez bien.” They wave goodbye and continue gossiping in the night as you start home.

“Oi, Lumi!” You look down the street to see who else but George Dickles Jr. He leans on the hood of his taxi, smiling at you as he smokes a cigarette. “Headin’ home?”

You nod. “Oui, Monsieur Dickles. You not heading home?”

He shrugs, tapping some ash off his cigarette end. “Ah, I usually take my nightly smokes by now before I hit the sack, yeah?” Wait. Monsieur Dickles was in the car was he not when Monsieur Nodell outed you as Green Lantern? Hm. He does not appear to remember.

> “Well, bonne nuit, Monsieur.”
> “Um. Just between you and I…”
> Write in

>>34980602
> “Well, bonne nuit, Monsieur.”

secret identity is secret

>>34980602
> “Well, bonne nuit, Monsieur.”

>>34980602
>> “Well, bonne nuit, Monsieur.”
No point bringing it up if we won't

>>34980602
>> “Well, bonne nuit, Monsieur.”
We said very clearly we were not Green Lantern, our identity is secure!

>>34980661
Fucking foolproof

> “Well, bonne nuit, Monsieur.”

You smile, folding your arms up. “Well, bonne nuit, Monsieur Dickles.”

“Yeah, bon… somethin’.” He shrugs. “Whateva’, don’t let them bed bugs bite.”

You sigh as you walk away back to your apartment. Seems like he isn’t aware. And if he is aware, he must be keeping it to himself. Monsieur Dickles is a good man, you hope you can trust him at least.

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>>34981076
[2/2]

…

…

“Monsieur Benedict!” You look around the lobby as you walk around. Hm, he’s not here. He’s normally here. Oh well, you step upstairs then head down and open up your modest little apartment. Nothing too fancy, but you could certainly do more.

You quickly strip down out of your clothing and out of your clothing and your underwear. You need a bath! Today has just been tiring. You walk over to the radio and tune it in to a music station.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAyT8XUSEDU

Ah, oui, très bien. You slowly sink into the inviting hot water and sigh in bliss. Your ring still sits on your finger however. You must be prepared for anything-

A screen projects from the ring. “Lantern.” You leap backwards. Oh yes, it is one of the administrators for the Guardians of the Universe, Salaak.

> “What is it?”
> “AAAHHH I’M IN THE BATH, MONSIEUR!”
> Write in

>>34981099
>“What is it?”
Professional!

>>34981099
> “AAAHHH I’M IN THE BATH, MONSIEUR!”
Not cool man.

>>34981099
>> “What is it?”
He is a courteous gentleman, he knows not to look upon a bathing lady.

>>34981099
>> “AAAHHH I’M IN THE BATH, MONSIEUR!”
No matter the reason you don't peep into a lady while she is bathing

>>34981099
> “AAAHHH I’M IN THE BATH, MONSIEUR!”
Come on, man, that ain't cool.

>>34981099
> “AAAHHH I’M IN THE BATH, MONSIEUR!”

muh culture shock

>>34981099
>AAAAHHH I AM IN THE BATH MINSIEUR, AUDITORY COMMINUQUE SIVOUPLAIT

> “AAAHHH I’M IN THE BATH, MONSIEUR!”

You splash the water as you seek to cover your nude form from Salaak. The pervert! Why would he- “I AM IN THE BATH, MONSIEUR!” you scream.

Salaak stares at you, unamused. “Does it look like I care?”

You blink. Well, he is an alien. Perhaps they have different customs! Still though, you keep your arms crossed over your breast and your legs crossed. “What is it, Monsieur Salaak?”

Salaak busily flips between screens here and there with his secondary pair of arms. “Lantern. What I am about to tell you is important, so please pay attention. You may be in serious danger.”

What?

“Abin Sur’s death has been linked to a series of murders of various Green Lanterns across the Universe. The Lantern of Sectors 2817, 2816, and 2815 were found murdered and left drifting in space for us to find. Sinestro and Tomar-Re are investigating this series of events, however they believe you may be in danger.”

You lean in, your eyes wide. Danger? What could threaten you? “W-What should I do?”

“Remain calm,” says Salaak. “If you are lucky, your death will be quick.” You frown angrily at him. “That is the blunt truth. However, for what it is worth, Ch’P and Stel have been withdrawn from their Sectors to watch over Earth until the danger passes.”

“Well, how long?” you ask.

“We do not know,” says Salaak. “Remember, be vigilant. Your Power Ring has but one weakness. The color yellow.”

[1/2]

>>34981537
[2/2]

…

Wait. “Yellow?”

“Yes.” Salaak does not appear to be joking.

…

“Yellow?” you say again.

“It is an impurity within the Central Power Battery,” he says. “That is the most I know of it. Anyway, I must return to my duties, Lantern. Stay safe and alert.” The screen folds up, and withdraws back into your ring.

What could have the Corps so scared? You could make anything your imagination wills so long as you have the energy and willpower for it. You sigh.

There’s a knock at the door. “Package for Miss… Berger?” someone yells.

> Go answer it
> Let it pass
> Write in

>>34981572
> Go answer it.
Dripping wet, bathrobe clinging to our curves...

>>34981537
The Shocker is Green Lantern's greatest enemy.

>>34981572
> Go answer it

put the ring on first

>>34981572

Yeah, this.

>>34981572
>> Go answer it
Stay prepared

>>34981572
> Go answer it
Come on, you get a piece of dramatic information and the very next person you see is involved? That only happens in comic books.

> Go answer it

Oh… You make sure your ring is on, then step out of the bath. “Oui, I am coming!” You grab a bathrobe and quickly put it on. It is going to be really awkward answering the door in naught but a dripping wet bathrobe. At least you will not have to talk long.

You quickly trot over to the door, then open it up to reveal two large men with a big yellow wooden crate. A third, a man wearing an eyepatch, says, “Lumiere Berger?”

You nod. “Oui, that is me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he looks down at his clipboard, both hands on it. “We got a package for you.”

You narrow your eyes. The three men look down at you. It could just be the fact that you’re barely clothed and sopping wet, but something is… off.

Another thing, you do not remember ordering anything. “I did not order a package,” you say.

“Oh?” The man with the eyepatch tilts his head. “Well, too bad. The package is you.” He pulls out a small derringer from behind the clipboard and sprays you with purple smoke. You blink, coughing and breathing. No! No! “Get her!” The two drop the crate and immediately grab at you. You scream, struggling.

Ah, your eyes, you can’t breathe. No- No!

> Fight!
> Scream for help!
> Manifest something (2d100 Disadvantage Will+Shaping)
> Write in

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d20)

>>34981992
>> Manifest something (2d100 Disadvantage Will+Shaping)

I assume the 2d100 are typos

Rolled 5, 75 = 80 (2d100)

>>34981992
>Manifest something.
STRANGER DANGER!
Summon a spiked gauntlet to bat away the foes.

Rolled 37, 78 = 115 (2d100)

>>34981992
>Manifest something (2d100 Disadvantage Will+Shaping)
Well, shit. Green Fist time!

Rolled 37, 62 = 99 (2d100)

>>34981992
> Scream for help!
> Manifest something (2d100 Disadvantage Will+Shaping)

Oh, right. We ARE in a comic book. Oops. Can we make a protective bubble around ourselves?

Rolled 82, 92 = 174 (2d100)

>>34981992
> Manifest something (2d100 Disadvantage Will+Shaping)
Keep it simple. Manifest a personal barrier as if we are in space, and flee! Just run!

Rolled 26, 66 = 92 (2d100)

>>34981992
>> Manifest something (2d100 Disadvantage Will+Shaping)
Barrier bubble and transform

Rolled 73, 72 = 145 (2d100)

>>34982057
i
what


>>34981992
Take my dice

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>>34982057

>>34982057
Oh God I hope this doesn't count.

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>>34982057

HOW.

HOW DID YOU ACTUALL-- HOW?!

>>34982057
Oh wow, I hope they aren't

>>34982062
>>34982074
>>34982085
>>34982104
Guys, we need fresh air now! So setup a personal barrier instead.

> Manifest something (Will Roll failed + Shape Roll Success)

You pull your fist out, and out explodes a barrier which pushes the men away from you. They slam into the walls and into the furniture. “Ah, fokken fock!” yells one of them.

You grab your throat, hacking and coughing. Your vision is blacking out, you kneel down on all fours, trying to catch any kind of fresh air. You can feel them punch and hit the barrier you set up. “Sum gas dat was!”

“I stoled it from Sandman hisself, it has ta work-“ He pauses as you try to crawl to the windowsill. “Da box! Get it!” You can hear them henching over to the crate as you try to open the window to get away.

“One-two-three!” They charge, breaking your barrier and slamming you against the window. You slide down, defeated completely. The gas… too much- No. You feel them pick you up and stuff you into the crate. They also throw your Power Battery in with you.

Then the top is shut.

[1/2]

>>34982445
[2/2]

…

…

Darkness. Oh no. You can barely fit in here, you’re crushed in here! You’re wearing nothing but your Green Lantern Uniform, your bathrobe was torn to shreds in that fight. Oh, that was your favorite one! Your knees are up to your chest and your arms are stuffed up against the walls. You can see occasional peak of light through some of the minute gaps in the crate.

“Ahoy! Here you are, Captain. We got her.” That sounds like the man with the eyepatch.

“Aaarrharharhar…” He pats the crate. “And da booty is sound asleep?”

“Sandman’s gas only works for a few hours far as I tell, Skipper.”

“Aarrr… good, good. Stuff her into cargo, get some chains, paint it yeller. Get to it ya scallywags.”

“Aye, sir!” You feel the crate be lifted up, then dropped down in the darkness. “Jeez, what’s with this yellow shit? I got it all over my jacket.”

“Hey, the guy said to use yellow,” says another. “We’re using yellow, yeah?”

> Wait for them to leave, you can orchestrate your escape in a bit.
> “Let me out!”
> Manifest something to break out (2d20 Will+Shaping)
> Write in

>>34982475
> Wait for them to leave, you can orchestrate your escape in a bit.
We can't shape anything that will work because of the yellow box.

>>34982475
> Manifest something to break out (2d20 Will+Shaping)
Hey Pirate. Meet Sky Kraken. Vas te faire encule. (Fuck you).

>>34982475
> Wait for them to leave, you can orchestrate your escape in a bit.

Like to get an idea of how yellow everything is before we fight anything

>>34982475
>> Manifest something to break out (2d20 Will+Shaping)
It doesn't sound like they've finished painting it yellow, let's try and get away before they do, let's see if we can't cut a whole downwards

Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d20)

>>34982475
>>34982556
Forgot my roll.

Rolled 8, 13 = 21 (2d20)

>>34982572
Muh rolls

>>34982572
Actually reading back it looks like we're still in that yellow box so let's
> Wait for them to leave, you can orchestrate your escape in a bit.

>>34982475
>> Wait for them to leave, you can orchestrate your escape in a bit.
Random thought: can we pull a Black Prism and affect the box by changing a bit of the color of the inside? Say, by dropping a bit of RED blood?

>>34982732
I don't think it works that way.

>>34982902
Fair enough. It took that dude YEARS to dig out of the blue room, anyways.

>>34982932
Sorry, I don't get that reference.

>>34982732
>>34982902

in the old comics, GL got around the yellow BS like sometimes, usually just used paint and he had to cover em head to toe IIRC

>>34982732
>>34982902
>>34983018
Oh, I get that now. Clever. Yeah, that might do the trick if needed be.

>>34982960
It's a fairly recent novel about people using magic via manipulating light and color. One guy trapped another guy by putting him in an all blue room, so he couldn't use any ambient color to escape. The other guy used blood and piss to slowly burrow out of the room.

> Wait for them to leave, you can orchestrate your escape in a bit.

You take a deep breath and bide your time. You feel the crate shuffle and move about as you feel heavy chains be wrapped around your crate. At least they left you air holes.

But finally, you feel the crate settle again. “Ya know, it’s a damn shame we gotta keep her locked up like this. She was mighty fine. MIGHTY fine…”

“Hey, she’s still a kid, man.”

“Come on, did you see in nothing but that bathrobe? Anything but.”

“Oh, that would’ve been a sight. Better than your Mom at least.”

“Really. You went there.”

“I did, and she cooked me dinner too.”

“Would you stop?!” You hear their voices fade off. They’re gone. Great.

Okay, first things first. Perhaps you may try a distress signal! You hold up your ring, which glows and lights up the darkness of the inside of the crate. “Hello? Monsieur Ch’p? Monsieur Stel? I need assistance, please!”

… No response. Damn. This yellow must be jamming your communications to the other Lanterns too! Well that’s just great.

Suddenly, you hear a thumping noise. You cannot really see anything through some of the gaps. They even had the sense to cover the crate in a yellow tarp too. The evil geniuses. “I’m in.” Sounds like a boy. “Yeah, I’ll keep a look out.”

> He’s probably hostile. Stay quiet.
> “Help me!”
> Write in

>>34983102
>> “Help me!”
Help a lady out

>>34983102
> “Help me!”

What's the worst he can do? put us in another box?

>>34983102
> “Help me!”
Create a whistle that makes a sound for all frequencies.

>>34983102
>Help me!
Come on Robin help a lady out.

>>34983102
>> “Help me!”

Seduce dick Grayson or raf pilot?

>>34983415
Which one do we want in the fridge more?

>>34983102
>“Help me!”

>>34983415
Both? Or do we not want to be a slut? We are french though. And Dick is the biggest manslut in the DC universe.

>>34983415
They'll have to fight for us

>>34983450
Fridge

>>34983158
>>34983172
>>34983221
>>34983260
>>34983477

Anybody agree with my idea?
>>34983178

>>34983495
Yes, reap the NTR

> “Help me!”

“Help!” You bang against the wall of your cate. “Help!”

“… um, hold on.” You see a silhouette hang over the crate. “Is someone in there?”

“Oui! Get me out!” You kick against the crate as the person throws the tarp off then starts jiggling at the chains. “Careful with the chains, they-“ You hear them snap and them promptly slip to the ground. Huh.

Then the box flies open, and you look upon a boy wearing a domino mask like yours, and over his red and green suit is a yellow R on his heart. He offers his hand quickly, and you take it, climbing out and catching a wonderful breath of fresh air. It feels like drinking soup. “Um hi,” he says. You can see the faintest twinge of a blush on his face. “One second.” He turns away and speaks into some kind of communicator. “Yeah, listen. I just saved someone, she looks like…” He blinks. “Green Lantern.”

You smile at him, nodding. “Oui, that is me, the Magical Green Lantern!”

“… right,” he says. He goes back to listening on his communicator. “… okay. Alright. I’ll meet you up there.” He turns to you, hooking his thumbs on his belt. “Right, um… Green Lantern. My name is Robin. Me and Batman aim to take down the Sky Pirate and turn him over to the Federal Authorities, will you help us?”

> “Sure.”
> “I can’t, I gotta get outta here!”
> Write in

>>34983553
>> “Sure.”
We kind of want to know how they knew about our weakness, after all.

>>34983553
>> “Sure.”
Not a fan of people that kidnap me anyway

>>34983553
> “Sure.”

>>34983553
> “Sure.”
Is destroying this ship ok?

I'm a big fan of sky Kraken.

>>34983553
>“Sure.”
They put us in a box and destroyed our favorite bathrobe. They will suffer.

>>34983553
>> “Sure.”
"Do you need the ship in one piece afterwards?"

Wiat wait wait waaaaait....
I just realized something, the bad guys, yeah? They came to our appartment and they knew our actual non-GL name. How did a random group of villians get such closely guarded information? Is there a security leak?

>>34983917
domino masks are never enough

maybe get a hood

>>34983917
Maybe the big bad told them? Green Lanterns are being targeted.

>>34983946
Why stop there? Mutherfucking full plate!

>>34983917
That artist knows. Maybe he's in cahoots, maybe he just blabbed to the wrong people. Either way, maybe we should think about paying him a visit.

>>34983946
I would like a scarf wrapped around our face more.

> “Sure.”

You hop out of the crate, balling your ring hand into a fist. “I will tear this ship to pieces. Lead on, Robin!” With that, the two of you head out of the cargo bay and down past all the crates. It is time to exact vengeance!

Wow, you are really working alongside the World’s Greatest Detective and the Boy Wonder! Gotham’s Dynamic Duo! The Batman and Robin! You can hardly contain yourself, this is so exciting that you can barely handle it. Robin stops as you are about to turn a corner. You and him peak past the corner slowly.

Before you, see a huge hangar bay, filled with planes of all kinds. They are hooked aboard to the ship via flying trapeze systems which allow them to deploy and reconnect with the Flying Dutchmen mid-flight. Dozens of crewmembers all talk and work on their planes. “Alright, we need to sabotage these planes. It won’t be easy though,” he says.

“What do you have?” you ask.

“Thermite grenades,” he says. “But that’s about it. There’s way too many guys for me to take on if I get caught. You have any ideas, Lantern?”

> Go in, ring blazing! (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)
> I will make a distraction, you sabotage the planes. (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)
> I will wait for you to get this done
> Write in

>>34983917
A few people know, them knowing about the weakness to yellow is the thing that bothers me.

Rolled 9, 12 = 21 (2d20)

>>34984000
>I will make a distraction, you sabotage the planes. (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)
Let's try a mixed approach. LOTS of fists this time!

Rolled 20, 10 = 30 (2d20)

>>34984000
> Write in
Sky Kraken!

Please?

Rolled 6, 16 = 22 (2d20)

>>34984000
>> Go in, ring blazing! (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)
Fuck alla dis shit up.

Wait a sec, is this Robin wearing pants or tights?

Rolled 7, 16 = 23 (2d20)

>>34984000
>Ring a blazing!

>>34984067
And is he an actual boy, or a tasty young man?

>>34984054
>Sky Kraken
>20 will 16 shaping.
That'll do, anon.
That'll do.

>>34984000
>> Go in, ring blazing! (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)
Lotsa flying buzzsaws, let's cut these planes to pieces

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>>34984067
prolly tights and I dunno, probably close enough to Lumi's age so that it wouldn't be creepy

>>34984054
I want ww1 aces

>>34984094
I'm hoping boy, so when he gets old enough to court Green Lantern she'll be a French ara ara~

>>34984148
Fun fact:
Female superheroes like Batwoman were created so that Batman and Robin can't be seen as gay or a man-child relationship.

>>34984188
We can do aces any time. But a sky pirate needs a sky kraken.

I'm just wondering. Does the Justice Society exist yet? Then we should form one! Or a Super Friends.

>>34984242
Thanks to good ol' Dr. Wertham, his book seduction of the innocent, and politicians looking for easy targets.

> Go in, ring blazing!

You run in. “Wait, what are you doing!?” yells Robin.

You grab onto a railing and vault over, landing in between a group of crew members. “Whoa! Who the hell is that!?”

“It’s da Green Lantern!” yells another. “Get dat landlubber!” They draw machetes and guns at you.

Hmph. As if. You present your ring, and channel one of your innermost fears. The Kraken. Tentacles as thick tree trunks reach out from the ring and slap the men aside. Other crew nearby observing this quickly begin turning tail and making a run for it. They may escape today, but what is important now is destroying the Sky Pirate’s plans.

You command the great tentacles to crush the planes within their suckers, constricting the metal constructions like a snake would choke a little squirrel to death. No offense, Ch’p. A tentacle tosses a crushed hulk at one of the walls of the airship, smashing a hole in it and exposing the inside to night sky and the winds.

Finally, after a full minute of wanton destruction, you withdraw the tentacles back. Robin walks up to you, jaw dropped. “… whoa.”

> “Impressed?”
> “Come on! We have a Sky Pirate to arrest!”
> Write in

>>34984094
I hope it's the former or else Robin would be a creepy older person wearing tights around us...

>>34984473
>“Come on! We have a Sky Pirate to arrest!”
Engage Duty Mode!

>>34984473
> “Come on! We have a Sky Pirate to arrest!”

>>34984473
>> “Impressed?”
Charming smile time

>>34984473
> “Impressed?”
*Flirt*
> “Come on! We have a Sky Pirate to arrest!”

>>34984473
> “Impressed?”

Hair flip

>>34984473
>Impressed?
When you meet Dick Grayson, if you are a straight girl or a gay guy, you flirt with Dick Grayson.
>Come on, we have sky pirate to arrest

>>34984473
>“Come on! We have a Sky Pirate to arrest!”

>>34984473
>> “Come on! We have a Sky Pirate to arrest!”

Wait...how did the Sky Pirates know about the color yellow?

>>34984473
>> “Come on! We have a Sky Pirate to arrest!”
I'm really hoping Robin's a kid. Teenage GL giving Robin a peck on the forehead looks adorable in my mind.

>>34984702
Clearly they have a contact in spess. Or the Nazis do and they informed the pirates.

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> “Come on! We have a Sky Pirate to arrest!”

You smile. “Come on, Robin. We have a Sky Pirate to arrest.”

Robin blinks beneath his mask. “O-oh. Right!” He shakes his head quickly. “Come on, let’s go!”

You quickly climb up a ladder then head for the upper levels of the Flying Dutchman. Through narrow halls, and under jets of steam and over metal catwalks, the Flying Dutchman truly is a formidable machine. Crewmembers do not put up much of a fight, especially when they realize that Batman, Robin, AND the Green Lantern are aboard. Robin quickly gets to sabotaging the Flying Dutchman’s guns, great big howitzers which can fire out the sides of the envelope.

“Alright.” He pulls the cord on his last thermite grenade. Sparks fly and smoke shoots up as the concoction burns a hole through the gun. “That’s my last grenade. Now we have to go to the Captain himself.” He pulls up his communicator. “Batman, where are you?”

“Working my way down,” you hear. That is what he sounds like? So gruff, so handsome!

“Alright, we’ll keep moving up.” He looks up, then immediately pushes you aside. “Look out!” A yellow Javelin splinters off the gun and showers you with wooden shards. You pick yourself back up and check on Robin, who is okay for the most part.

But this assailant, a masked man with a quiver of yellow Javelins. He’s huge, an athlete most likely.

“I’ll nail you kids to the wall like picture frames!” he yells.

“Go!” yells Robin. He collapses a staff from his belt and brandishes it at the Javelineer. “I’ll cover you!”

> Go
> No!
> Write in

>>34984975
>> Go, but after giving him a kiss on the cheek for good luck.
Trust the brave boy.

>>34984975
> Go

you have to trust your parnters

>>34984975
>> Go
Good luck Robin

>>34984975
> Go
Blow an air kiss.

>>34984975
>Go
Not like we can do much against Sir Yellow Trousers anyway, might as well keep moving.

>>34984975
>Go
Don't get speared Robin. That's our place in this relationship.

>>34985007
>SECONDING
>>34984975

>>34985035
I've been thinking of ways of defeating enemies in yellow:
>A super high pitch whistle for a sonic attack
>A giant radio to blast them with sound.
>A slingshot or catapult to launch stuff, increase size as necessary
>Create a air pressure wave or shock wave by either compressing air or popping vaclume bubbles.

>>34985142
Here's another one:
>Create a series of powerful fans blow them away.
>Separate water in the air into hydrogen and oxygen and create a spark
>Or just filter a pocket of pure oxygen and spark it
The last 2 may be difficult

>>34985142
>>34985232
Clearly we need to borrow Batman's yellow repellant spray. Or a sleep dart gun.

>>34985117
No you kiss him after the mission for a job well done

>>34985232
Just came up with at very simple attack. Create spheres, shrink them tiny to compress the air, then pop them. Repeat until the enemy is defeated.

>>34985324
Or just carry paint bombs. Green paint bombs for thematic consistency.

> Go

You start down the hallway. “You be right behind me!”

“Awww…” The Javelin steps up to Robin. “She your girlfriend? What happen to Batgirl?”

“Shut up!” Robin charges at him, staff held high.

That’s all you see before you keep on running. You keep scaring away crewmembers here and there, running up more stairs, climbing up more ladders, and running through more narrow hallways. The Flying Dutchman is nothing if not complex. But the bridge should be in sight soon.

And there it is, a huge metal door. You will yourself a giant green fist and punch it open.

The bridge is huge circular room, with windows all around for maximum visibility. All that is inside are two rows of consoles, and the great big steering wheel in the style of the old 19th century ships. The Sky Pirate and two of his most loyal crewmembers look back at you. “Yarhar!” yells the Sky Pirate. “It be the Emerald Gladiator!” They draw cutlasses, brandishing them at you.

The Sky Pirate grins beneath his bushy black beard, then pulls out a lighter. With that, he starts lighting up the braided ends of his beard. They spark and shoot, like firecrackers! “Hehehe… ready ta shine some light on this here vessel, darling?”

> “Surrender!”
> Manifest something to attack (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)
> “Who are you working for?”
> Write in

>>34985453
It's Green Lantern you brute. You already lost. Now tell me who you work for, or I'll make you the laughing stock across America.

>>34985453
>> “Who are you working for?”
I'm just going to be in this corner disappointed by lack of cheek kissing.

Rolled 12, 3 = 15 (2d20)

>>34985453
British Royal Navy

Rolled 9, 17 = 26 (2d20)

>>34985453
>Manifest something to attack (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)
Trap him in a hamster ball.

Rolled 15, 5 = 20 (2d20)

>>34985453
>>> Manifest something to attack (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)
Street Sharks!

Rolled 10, 11 = 21 (2d20)

>>34985453
>> Manifest something to attack (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)

bust the wheel with big hammer

Rolled 8, 10 = 18 (2d20)

>>34985453
>> Manifest something to attack (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)
Moby Dick

Rolled 16, 15 = 31 (2d20)

>>34985453
>> “Who are you working for?”
>> Manifest something to attack (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping)
Make a bunch of soldiers and charge him and his henchmen

>>34985453

Since my dialog is not popular:
>>34985506

Supporting British Royal Navy:
>>34985528

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>>34983973
That is actually an option

> Manifest something to attack

“Beware my power, Green Lantern’s Light!” You present your ring to him, and out projects an image of the HMS Pearl, the 42-gun fifth-rate of the British Royal Navy. It crashes through the windows, only smaller than actual size, but still relatively lethal. The guns fire, slapping and knocking out Sky Pirate’s henchmen.

“Aaaarrrrr! Of all the things!” He deftly slashes and slices the cannon shots out of the air. Then turns to you and charges.

You jump to side, missing a heavy blow from his cutlass. He slashes again, but you simply will yourself to slide out of the way. You slide forth towards the HMS Pearl.

“Here, here…” He growls. Then he’s slapped by a green glove. He looks to see your other projection.

A projection of Captain Robert Maynard.

“Ah… my worst enemy,” says the Sky Pirate. He charges Maynard, and they join swords. The green spirit of Maynard aptly dodges, slicing and slashing at the Sky Pirate with no trouble.

Then finally, Maynard simply steps back. The Sky Pirate licks the blunt end of his cutlass, laughing madly.

Maynard simply pulls out his service pistol and shoots him dead in the chest. “Aaaarrrghh!” The Sky Pirate kneels down, gripping his bleeding chest. With that, Maynard fades away, no longer needed. “Aaaah! You little bitch!”

> “I’m not the one screaming like a little girl.”
> “Who sent you to kidnap me!?”
> Tend to his wounds and bind him up
> Write in

>>34985981
>“Who sent you to kidnap me!?”
>> Tend to his wounds and bind him up
No reason we can't do both.

>>34985981
"It's Green Lantern you imbecile."
> “Who sent you to kidnap me!?”

>>34985981
> “I’m not the one screaming like a little girl.”

Banter! And Snark!

Also tie him up, I guess.
Wait.

>Use the ring to tue him up from a distance.

No sense in coming close to him when he might still have something up his sleeve.

>>34985981
> Tend to his wounds and bind him up

SUBDUE HIS ASS

>>34985981
>WHO SENT YOU TO KIDNAP ME?
Is there a Jail on Oa we can drop people who violate intergalactic law?

Kidnapping a GL is probably against intergalactic law.

Also, we just shot a man...Bats will not be happy.

Though I thought Rings could only intentionally kill with special dispensation fro the book of Oa?

>>34985981
>>“Who sent you to kidnap me!?”
>>> Tend to his wounds and bind him up

>>34986083
I'm pretty sure we didn't actually kill anybody.

>>34985981
>> Tend to his wounds and bind him up
Woops

>>34985981
>> “Who sent you to kidnap me!?”
>> Tend to his wounds and bind him up

>>34986083
early bat was cool with shooting people

>>34985981
>Tend to his wounds and bind him up

We're a space cop. We're not supposed to kill our quarry if we don't have to.

Plus it'll win us brownie points with Batman and Robin.

> “Who sent you to kidnap me!?”
> Tend to his wounds and bind him up

You quickly project a roll of bandages, which wrap around his chest and glow. The Sky Pirate starts breathing more easily now, lying back against a console. You step up to him, glaring at him. “You know the weakness of the Green Lantern Corps. You knew where to find me. You know my real name.”

He grins, shakily laughing. “That’s… right.”

You narrow your eyes. “Who sent you? A common malfaiteur like you should not know any of this.”

He grits his teeth, clutching his chest. “Even if I knew who he was, why would I tell you?”

“Because someone much more dangerous than me is coming, and he will not be as nice.” You kneel down next to him. “Tell me.”

He looks ahead, past you. “He left me a Bible. Wrote in the margins all I needed to know. Told me to ship you down to some random island where he… they would pick you up. He highlighted a passage next to it the instructions. Mark 5:9.”

You blink. Mark 5:9. The Holy Bible.

Then coming in from the door walks a huge man, clad in grey and black. You stand up, surprised at his cowl. You know who he is. “I’m Batman, what happened here?” he says quickly.

You gesture to Sky Pirate. “I subdued him.” You withdraw your bandages, and find that they have completely healed his wound, and even removed the bullet.

“And Robin?” he asks quickly.

Robin walks in, dragging an unconscious Javelin by the arms. “Oh… he’s heavy.” He lets go, rubbing his back. He looks at you, then at Batman. “… What?”

Batman looks at you. “What are you doing here? Why was the Sky Pirate after you?” Quick and to the point. On point for the World’s Greatest Detective.

> “He was hired to kidnap me.”
> Lie
> “I will not tell. It is business of the Corps.”
> Write in

>>34986483
> “He was hired to kidnap me.”

the box incident should make it obvious

>>34986483
>> “He was hired to kidnap me.”
Robin DID help us out, and we could use the help of the World's Greatest Detective.

>>34986483
>> “He was hired to kidnap me.”
No reason to lie to Batman

>>34986483
>“He was hired to kidnap me.”
Robin a badass. We should flirt with him at some point.

>>34986483
>“He was hired to kidnap me.”
It's Batman, he would find out anyway. Also,
>"My name is Legion"
Well, we're certainly in for it now.

>>34986483
>Mark 5:9
>And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many.
If anyone is curious

>>34986483
> “He was hired to kidnap me.”
I'm a member of an interspecial police force, called the Green Lantern Corp. There have been numerous, apparently targeted killings of Green Lanterns recently, I could have been the next one.

I owe you two my life and my thanks.

>>34986583
I want to do it in front of batgirl, I hope she's around

>>34986483
>He was hired to kidnap me.

>Someone left him a bible with intructions on how to capture me and told him to leave me on some island. Also, something about Mark 5:9.

>Wanna team up and kick his as- I mean defeat and capture him?

>>34986590
You mean like a Kraken's tentacles, or a Hydra?

>>34986633
Legion is a bunch of demons

>>34986633
>or a Hydra?
>a Hydra?
>Hydra
No way, Schteel wouldn't dare... would he?

>>34986633
Worse. HYDRAKEN

Now, seriously, is there any Green Lantern villain who fits that quote?
It Can't be anyone from Earth, since there were murders IN SPACE.

We're seducing robin, right?

>>34986721
we're a female in the DC universe, we have to at least flirt with him. Its the law

>>34986721
porque no los dos?

>>34986721
We're going to sure as shit try

>>34986721
I think he's still a boy, so seducing seems off. Giving him a kiss on the forehead and him having a crush up until he's older and Lumiere is an ara ara~, however...

>>34986721
Why not?

We may be Magical Girl but that doesn't mean we Have to be a lesbian.

Then again, there is no reason NOT to be a lesbian, or bisexual.

Who's up for Magical Green Lantern/Robin/Batwoman?

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> “He was hired to kidnap me.”

You might as well tell him, he is the World’s Greatest Detective. “He was hired to kidnap me. For a man or a… thing that refers to Mark 5:9 in the Bible.”

Batman nods, grabbing Sky Pirate by the shoulder and placing some Bat Handcuffs on his wrists. “And let me guess, he also knew of your weakness as well.” You nod. “I guessed it considering Robin told me he saved you from a yellow prison. I will have to keep that in mind.”

Oh. Joy.

Robin smiles, walking up to you. “The Blackhawks will be by to take over the ship and send the crew to US Jails. We can take you back to Great Britain if you’d like?”

You smile at him. “I’d love that!”

…

…

The Batwing is a significantly sleek and dark vehicle. With VTOL capabilities even like an autogyro! Now that is something you do not see every day. You spot out your apartment from the skyline, and down dives the Batwing. It lands on top of the apartment roof, silent and stealthy. You hop out after sitting between Batman and Robin. “Merci, monsieur!”

Batman nods. “We’ll be watching you.”

Robin leans forward, out of the Batwing. “Yeah, and uh… good work out there- Wasn’t um.” He scratches the back of his head. “Wasn’t expecting all that from you.”

> “Oh? What were you expecting?”
> “Feel free to visit me, Robin.”
> “Thank you for saving me!”
> Write in

>>34987105
>> “Thank you for saving me!”
>> Kiss on forehead.

>>34987105
>> “Oh? What were you expecting?”
>> “Feel free to visit me, Robin.”
>> “Thank you for saving me!”

>>34987131
Seconding

>>34987105
> “Feel free to visit me, Robin.”
> “Thank you for saving me!”
> Kiss his cheek
Lumi is full of surprises

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>34987105
> “Oh? What were you expecting?”
> “Feel free to visit me, Robin.”

Tease! And Seduce!

>>34987105
> “Oh? What were you expecting?”
coyfully speaking~~

>>34987105
>> “Feel free to visit me, Robin.”
>> “Thank you for saving me!”
Cheek kiss.

>>34987105
>> “Oh? What were you expecting?”
>> “Feel free to visit me, Robin.”
>> “Thank you for saving me!”
All three

>>34987105
>> “Oh? What were you expecting?”

>>34987186
the dice call for this

>>34987186
>>34987276
The Dice Gods demand it!
Let the words be said in a teasing, amused tone while we cover our mouh Juuust enough to almost hide our smile!
Let the invitation be spoken in an Almost sultry tone, with a gaze that says "Come Hither" in the softest of voices!

>>34987559
Dammit, has the shotacon spread from Rookie to Lumiere?

>>34987276
>>34987559
>>34987599

Its Dick Grayson. In the Nightwing books, Practically every female flirted,dated, oogled, kissed, or at least had dirty thoughts about him.

A vigilante/supervillianess raped the guy once!

the man is a modern day adonis and is catnip for women and gay men

Its just the natural order

>>34987599
Not really, its just the enthusiasm from getting a nat 20.

That was actually my first roll on /tg/ today.

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>>34987734
Everyone loves Dick

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>>34987829
I ain't even gonna spoiler this.

>>34987599
Rookie is a shotacon in a non-sexual way, being totally gay and all, Lumiere is straight and actually interested.

>>34987802
I rolled double nat 1s somehow

> “Oh? What were you expecting?”
> “Feel free to visit me, Robin.”
> “Thank you for saving me!”
> Write in


You smirk, quirking your brow up high. “Ooohhhh? What were you expecting? A damsel in distress for you to carry to safety, Robin?”

Robin coughs, clearing his throat. “Oh, no, I don’t mean to- I just- I didn’t think you’d do that weird thing with the tentacles and… stuff. You know uh… I just- yeah. No. What?”

You lean in, leaning on the Batwing. “Well, if nothing else, thank you for saving me, Robin.” He looks down, his cheeks burning as red as apples. You giggle a bit, whispering to him. “You know where I live. You are free to visit if you would like.”

“Oh…” He twiddles his thumbs. “You know- I’m- I’m busy these days so uh…”

You step back, the wind of the Batwing fluffing at your skirt and your blouse. “Then whenever you are free.” You plant a kiss in the palm of your hand, and blow it to him. He leans back, right into the seat of the Batwing. He grins stupidly, waving as the Batwing rises into the night sky, and departs for parts unknown.

Hehehe… Such a nice little boy.

…

…

You are tired. Dead tired. You have managed to switch back into your torn up bathrobe at least as you walk through the hallways of the apartment complex. Good thing most people are asleep by now. You open up the door to your apartment.

To find a man in a heavy trenchcoat and a gas mask sitting in a chair, facing the door. You flinch backwards, presenting your ring to him. “Hello.”

You blink. “W-Who are you?”

“My name is not important.” He slowly stands up, groaning as he holds his back. “Aah… sorry about that.” He walks over to you, a burly short man in a gasmask, a trenchcoat and a smart suit, and a fedora. “We were looking for you.”

> Attack him
> “Who are you!?”
> Run away
> Write in

>>34987909
> Write in
"I've a real busy night and I've got work tomorrow, so make it quick!"

>>34987909
> “Who are you!?”
Increase personal barrier thickness

>>34987909
>Write in
"Well, can you stop being cryptic, approaching me, and sounding like a sterotypical villain before I smash you with a green fist the size of a car?"

>>34987893
For some reason, my rolls tend towards either 18-20 or 4-1.

And I tend to get either really good or hilariously bad rolls whenever I put in an Inspiring or Funny write-in.

Dunno if its luck or just /tg/ dice being /tg/ dice.

>>34987909
>Who are you?

>>34987909
>“Who are you!?”
Throw up a barrier and see what he wants.

>>34987909
>> “Who are you!?”
Get ready to fly away

>>34987909
> “Who are you!?”

>I didn’t think you’d do that weird thing with the tentacles
Cute. Lewd. I want one.

>>34987909
> Write in
"WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW WHERE I LIVE!?!?!?"

>>34987909
This:
>>34987991

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>>34987909
> “Who are you!?”
> "Why does everyone know where I live?!"
WE DID A GOOD JOB! WE SAID WE WEREN'T GREEN LANTERN!

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> “Who are you!?”

You step back and keep your ring pointed at him. “Stop right there!” He stops, holding his gloved hands up slowly. “I have had a very bad day today. And I am looking to have a busy day tomorrow as well. Who are you!?”

The masked man is silent for a moment. “I have seen you in my dreams.”

…

Okay, that’s it. You project a fist and start advancing on him. He steps back. “Okay, that was not the right thing to say. Listen… do you read the Bible? Jeremiah 29:11.”

You blink, stopping. “… For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord.”

“Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” You slowly lower your ring, glaring at him. “Listen, we got off to a bad start. Sit down.” You walk over to your bed, then quickly cover yourself in your sheets and sit down. He slides the wooden chair over and sits down. “My name is not important because we do not identify by our real names. For a time, I was a Private Detective working in Gotham City until a good friend of mine by the name of Hour-Man, told me about this initiative.”

You tilt your head. “Initiative?”

“Yes. I am here in place of our chairman. He is busy wrapping up affairs stateside. All of us realized something, that Great Britain is under siege, and if we do not do something… if we let Great Britain fall, the rest of the world may yet follow.” He sighs, looking upwards. You can hardly see his eyes beneath those tint glasses of his gas mask. “I have seen you, others, in my dreams. All gathering… gathering for one grand purpose.”

“What purpose?”

“Justice.” He drops his head back down to face you. “My name is Sandman. I would like to talk to you about the Justice Society.”

>>34988253
... Didn't those pirates get their sleep stuff FROM Sandman?

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>>34988253
That is it for tonight's round of Magical Green Lantern Quest! I will update on twitter when the next thread oughta be. Tomorrow however, I will be running Magical Girl Liberty Quest Redux.

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