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>>35131465
[2/2]

He looks back to you, revealing a bit of a pudgy face behind a smart pair of glasses. “Oh,” he says. Gruff voice, you never would have expected that from his stature. “You’re awake. I’m cooking you breakfast, I hope you don’t mind.”

The Sandman, he certainly does not look like any hero. In fact, this is probably some elaborate cover of his. No one would suspect a slightly overweight and… egghead looking person like him to be such a heroic figure. Ingenious. Whereas you…

Maybe you should adopt something from the Sandman.

You shake your head, slowly getting yourself out of bed. “Oh, no, Monsieur. Merci beaucoup.” You sniff again. It smells good! “Ah, Monsieur, what are you cooking?”

“Eggs and bacon with some egg cream,” he says as he returns to the oven. “I used to visit this nice diner in New York with some good bacon before I had to move to Gotham and chase leads on the Batman’s identity. Just started learning to cook since I didn’t have anyone to do it for me.” He presses his glasses further up his nose, returning to the cooking process.

> “Do you know the Batman’s identity?”
> “So, all that stuff, about the Justice Society, Monsieur…”
> Say nothing, get ready for the day
> Write in

>>35131482
> “Do you know the Batman’s identity?”
> “So, all that stuff, about the Justice Society, Monsieur…”

>>35131482
> Say nothing, get ready for the day

>>35131465
>not putting thread# in subject
At least you linked the archives though, better luck next time OP

>>35131482
>> “So, all that stuff, about the Justice Society, Monsieur…”
>> Say nothing, get ready for the day
Let's not ask about other heroes identities

>>35131482
>> “So, all that stuff, about the Justice Society, Monsieur…”
Batmn saved our skin so let's not ask for his identity

>>35131482
>> “So, all that stuff, about the Justice Society, Monsieur…”
>> “Do you know the Batman’s identity?”

Batman's identity is a good lead on to Robins identity, which is a good lead on sloppy makeouts.

>>35131465
>Magical Green Lantern
What is this and why haven't I seen it before?

>>35131482
> “Do you know the Batman’s identity?”
> “So, all that stuff, about the Justice Society, Monsieur…”

>>35131720
Green Lantern as a WWII french teenage girl styled somewhat after magical girls.
You haven't seen it before because you are very unlucky.

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>>35131756
>Green Lantern as a WWII french teenage girl styled somewhat after magical girls.
brb scouring archives

>>35131720
Honestly, haven't seen any magic yet. We're basically a straight up Green Lantern Quest

>>35131756
Also, we interact with the DC Universe.

>>35131482
>Do you know the Batman's idenity?
>So, all that stuff, about the Justice Society, Monsiuer..."

> “So, all that stuff, about the Justice Society, Monsieur…”

You quietly slink over to your breakfast table and sit down. “So, Monsieur. I am sorry for falling asleep during your lecture about the Justice Society.”

“No worries,” he says quickly. He turns and places down a plate of eggs and bacon and a glass of egg cream down for you on the table. “I guess you can say I’m pretty boring anyway. I’m no Doctor Fate or Hour-Man.” He grits his teeth, slowly taking his time to sit down across from you. “Sss… Okay… Sorry, old wound.”

You nod. “So, all of that, the Justice Society-“

“Putting it simply…” He leans back, squinting at you with a very calculation expression. “We are a group of very special people, who just want to make sure evil does not rule this Earth. Now, we’re gathering here, in Great Britain because evidence is that there might be some sort of invasion of the British isles. We want to make sure that either doesn’t happen, or, we make the Krauts pay for it.”

“I see.” You pick up your fork in your left hand and your knife in your right and start cutting up the eggs. “A-Are you not going to eat, Monsieur?”

He shrugs, patting his belly. “Diet.”

… Does not appear to be effective.

“Anyway, before I say anything else about us All-Stars, um…” He scratches his chin, scrunching his face up in confusion. “Tell me about yourself.”

You stop cutting. Oh boy.

“How did you become… you?”

…

“If it’s not too personal,” he says quickly. “I mean, I can understand if it’s sensitive stuff.”

> Explain it thoroughly.
> “Magic. I can’t explain it any other way.”
> Explain it shortly
> Write in

Have we found Captain America yet? bait.jpg

Now, for serious, GLs are powered by will power and stuff like that, right? What would happen if Batman got one?

>>35131783
the magic bit so fars seems to be the mc thinking of the green lanterns as magic

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>>35131829
Better question, what if Optimus Prime got one?

>>35131818
>> Explain it thoroughly.

As far as I know, gl's don't have a real need for secrecy. on other planets their even heroes and we don't seem to have any real family or friends to speak of that we could endanger

>>35131818
> Explain it shortly
> Write in
Space cops, Green Lantern ring powered by will and imagination, weakness to yellow of all things.

>>35131818
>> Explain it thoroughly.
It's not like it's a big secret or anything

>>35131783
Well magic is definitely a thing in DC, the Magical part of the title is mostly because Lumière styles herself after a Magical Girl rather than her actually having magic or anthing

>>35131818
>> Explain it thoroughly.

>>35131818
> Explain it thoroughly.

>>35131878
A lot of heroes would be good candidates for green lanterns. Batman would be to ineffective because he is haunted by his memory of his dead parents.

Now yellow Lantern...

>>35131818
>> Explain it shortly

>>35131918
I guess.

We're a better green Lantern than Hal Jordan already.

>>35131918
Magical Girls weren't a thing in the forties.

>>35132018
How about we spice up the term with some 40's equivalent?

>>35131818
>Explain thoroughly.

>>35132103
Witches? Sorceresses?

>>35132137
>>35132103
"Enchanting Gal"?

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> Explain it thoroughly.

You place down your ring hand for him to see. “Some months ago, I was living near Dunkirk when during the night, a spaceship fell out of the sky.” Monsieur Sandman nods. He seems understanding enough, alright then. He picks up a napkin and starts folding it up, carefully. “When I found the wreck of said spaceship, I found an alien, named Abin Sur. He gave me his ring which I wear, to succeed his as the Green Lantern for this Sector, Sector 2814.”

“With this powerful magic ring, I was able to make sure the British troops at Dunkirk retreated safely to Great Britain, and then I was called to Oa. Oa is the home of the Green Lantern Corps, and the Guardians of the Universe who created the Green Lanterns. There, I spent some time training under my teacher, Sinestro, a friend of Abin Sur. He taught me a lot about being a Lantern, about controlling my fears.”

“This ring allows me to fly, allows to do anything and make anything my mind can imagine. It is only limited by my imagination and my willpower. All Green Lanterns possess one, and we all possess only one weakness, anything that is the color yellow.”

“And so, I am here, as part of my secret identity that does not appear to be as secret as I’d like it to be. That is the gist of it as you would say.”

Monsieur Sandman nods. “I see.”

“Do I need to clarify anything?”

“Nope,” he says. “That’s… that’s honestly quite a mouthful.” He presents to you a crane, made out of that napkin he was folding during all of this. “Anyway, I suppose we at the Society can trust you very well. Will you consider joining us? We won’t force this upon you.”

Oh, the Justice Society! You look around your room, smiling. Oui, oui, being a hero! That-

… That clock says 9:30 AM.

“Something wrong, Green Lantern?”

> OKAYBYEINEEDTOGOTOWORK
> No, nothing is wrong.
> I will join!
> Write in

>>35132229
>OKAYBYEINEEDTOGOTOWORK
We have too many jobs

>>35132229
>> OKAYBYEINEEDTOGOTOWORK
Gotta maintain civilian identity.

>>35132229
>> I will join!

>>35132229
>> OKAYBYEINEEDTOGOTOWORK
Lumiere is a good girl.

>>35132229
>OKAYBYEINEEDTOGOTOWORK

>>35132229
>> OKAYBYEINEEDTOGOTOWORK
>> I will join!

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If we do meet Superman, is he going to engage in Superdickery (i.e. Declaring himself King Superman, Heat Visioning the Father's Day robe that Jimmy made right in front of him, Asking to be paid to save people, etc.)?

>>35132229
> I will join!
but for now...
> OKAYBYEINEEDTOGOTOWORK

>>35132229
>> OKAYBYEINEEDTOGOTOWORK
Superhero or nor, Lumière is still needs money like everyone else

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>>35132361
Yeah, Superman can be kind of an asshole.

>>35132361
His logic is undeniable.

>>35132018
Fair enough, Schteel styled her after a magical girl

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>>35132361
Okay, that was pretty damn cold...

> OKAYBYEINEEDTOGOTOWORK

You explode out of your chair, running to your closet. “AAHH! MONSIEUR, I NEED TO GET TO WORK!” You rip the closet open and start tearing through clothes to wear. “Look, I will join, okay!? Okay! But I need to work as well otherwise my boss will fire me and then my secret identity will be compromised!”

Monsieur Sandman nods. “Alright, I can leave you an address of where we’re staying.” He stands up and starts writing down on a napkin.

“Oui, Monsieur!” You take off your bathrobe and pick out a blouse- You look back to see him, still standing there. “GET OUT!”

“Ah! Okay, okay-“ You toss a pillow at him. “Ah! I’m leaving!” He grabs his coat, his mask, and other things before you can toss more stuff at him. “Look, give us a visit-“

“OUT!” You stomp your foot. “I AM CHANGING!”

“Okay, jeez. Man, Dian is never this crabby when she changes in front of me…” He quickly shuts the door behind himself.

…

…

You burst out of the apartment building, a strip of bacon hanging out of your mouth. You are late! You are so late! You are later than Grouchy at Waterloo! Oh, this will not do! You are going to get fired and then things will not be good and then Professeur Sinestro will think you are an idiot! AAAHH-

“Oi, Lumi!” You look to see Monsieur George Dickles, standing in front of his cab. “Ya look like ya need a lift!”

> No thank you Monsieur! I WILL RUN!
> THANK YOU MONSIEUR, WITH ALL SPEED
> I have other ways, Monsieur!
> Write in

>>35132598
>> THANK YOU MONSIEUR, WITH ALL SPEED
>then Professeur Sinestro will think you are an idiot!
>implying he already doesn't think that

>>35132598
>THANK YOU MONSIEUR, WITH ALL SPEED

Also, mention that we are a completely normal girl.

>>35132598
>> THANK YOU MONSIEUR, WITH ALL SPEED
if our boss ask why we were late tell him that some men broke into our apartment last night and we spent all night trying to see what was messing and cleaning up the mess. Must have spent more time then we thought cleaning seeing as we slept in a bit.... sorry

>>35132598
> THANK YOU MONSIEUR, WITH ALL SPEED

>>35132617
Lol

>>35132598
>> THANK YOU MONSIEUR, WITH ALL SPEED

>>35132598
>>> THANK YOU MONSIEUR, WITH ALL SPEED

>>35132598
> THANK YOU MONSIEUR, WITH ALL SPEED

> THANK YOU MONSIEUR, WITH ALL SPEED

You dive into the backseat of his cab. “WITH ALL SPEED, MONSIEUR DICKLES! MERCI BEAUCOUP!” Monsieur Dickles quickly shuts the door behind you, then heads into the driver’s seat and puts the car into drive. The cab speeds off into the deserted streets of London.

You sit up. At least you will not be late by much. You look around outside of the window, and indeed, there are not too many people out and about. “Monsieur Dickles, where is everybody?”

“Ah, everyone’s a bit frightened,” says Monsieur Dickles. “Hitler an’ Gory just blasted over the radio about how much they’re gonna drown London under the weight of bombs and shells. They’ll be turnin’ Great Britain into the World’s Largest Aircraft Carrier, I say.”

Oh, that would be a good reason to stay off the streets you suppose.

Suddenly, your ring flashes. Oh, no! Not now!

> Ignore it, it’s probably nothing
> “Drop me off here, Monsieur!”
> Write in

>>35132598
>> No thank you Monsieur! I WILL RUN!

DANGER WILL ROBINSON

Stuff never is this convenient for the heroine. ever. the dude in the car will kidnap us

>>35132947
>> “Drop me off here, Monsieur!”

It'll draw attention otherwise

and we -can- blame being attacked in our own home for our lateness if it comes to it

>>35132947
> “Drop me off here, Monsieur!”

>>35132947
>> “Drop me off here, Monsieur!”

The deliciousest quest.
I have finished archivebinge and have returned.
>>35132947
>> “Drop me off here, Monsieur!”
Although he knows who we are but whatever.

>>35132947
>> “Drop me off here, Monsieur!”
sorry Monsieur but I forgot but I need to do something before I get to work, just drop me off here Monsieur

Pausing thread, be back in half an hour.

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>>35133071
B-but I just finished the archivebinge TcT

>>35132947
> “Drop me off here, Monsieur!”

>>35133071
Cool. It's been days since I showered and this thread was keeping me away from it.

>>35132947
> “Drop me off here, Monsieur!”

Floff Bringer is in the thread and no one seems to care, is everyone filtering him, or just ignoring him?

>>35133224
More like there is no need to flip out because I'm here.

>>35133224
Just ignore him.

Back, writing update.

>>35133377
yay!

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>>35133224
Do you have a need to rush over and suck his dick? if not, who cares?

>>35133272
But the fluff is harmless these days. Don't worry about him.

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> “Drop me off here, Monsieur!”

You pat the driver’s seat, leaning forward. “Monsieur, drop me off!”

“What?” Monsieur Dickles looks back at you, confusedly. “Why? Ya gonna be late!”

“Please just drop me off!” you say quickly. “It is very important!”

Monsieur Dickles groans, pulling to the side street. “Fine, but if ya need me, I’ll be down yonder on the café.” You quickly get out and smile at him. He waves goodbye as he drives the taxi away down the street. Okay, good, now you have some privacy at least.

You run down into an alley, and once you are sure there is no one with you, you bring your ring up. “Hello?”

“Lumière!” Oh dear, it is the Professeur! “Are you alright? Did anyone attempt to attack you last night?”

“Well, Professeur, I did have some trouble. I was kidnapped but I escaped-“

“Okay, good. Did Stel and Ch’p attempt to contact you last night?”

“N-No, Professeur?”

“… Alright, listen you need to meet us up in the atmosphere. Now.”

“What is it?”

“No questions, now.”

You blink, then watch as the glow of your ring dies down: he’s stopped contacting you. You sigh, you have never seen Professeur Sinestro so frantic, so off of his element or as the Americans say. What could be doing this? No matter, you raise your ring, it is time to changing!

> 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 green aura sparkles and glows as it brings up a protective forcefield around you. Perfect for surviving the deep of space! You blast off up into the sky. Oh, Monsieur Buckle is not going to like any of this.

[1/2]

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>>35133589
[2/2]

…

…

“Monsieur Tomar-Re, Monsieur Kilowog, Professeur Sinestro!” You fly in beside them. Then you see what has them so scared.

Oh goodness. Stel. Ch’p.

Kilowog is busy trying to piece Stel’s body together. Stel has the luxury of being a robot from where he comes from. He can always be pieced back together if he dies. But Ch’p… Oh Ch’p.

Oh, you are going to be sick.

Tomar-Re and Professeur Sinestro fly up in front of you, stern. “You said you were kidnapped. Did your kidnappers say who sent you?”

You shake your head. “No evidence besides Mark 5:9 and that they knew what our weakness was: yellow. They nearly had me until Batman and Robin intervened and saved my life in attacking the Sky Pirate.”

Tomar-Re and Sinestro glance at each other. You can detect hints of nervousness in their glances, but mostly anger in Sinestro’s.

> “Is Stel going to be okay?”
> “Do you know who is doing this?”
> “I must go.”
> Write in

>>35133606
>“Is Stel going to be okay?”
>“Do you know who is doing this?”

>>35133606
>> “Is Stel going to be okay?”
> “Do you know who is doing this?”

>>35133606
> “Is Stel going to be okay?”
> “Do you know who is doing this?”

>>35133606
>> “Do you know who is doing this?”

We might as well tell them about the Justice Society too

>>35133606
> “Do you know who is doing this?”

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>>35133606
>> “Is Stel going to be okay?”
>> “Do you know who is doing this?”
Are we going to get a new partner to assist us?

Squirrel green lantern died?

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>>35133703
is that our green lantern pantsu

>>35133733
Yes

>>35133733
That's your new partner.

>>35133606
> “Is Stel going to be okay?”
> “Do you know who is doing this?”
> Write in
We have 2 hints:
-They know about the yellow weakness. How many people know about this?
-Mark 5:9 refers to 1000 demons possessing a single man and acting as one. This implies a organization, conspiracy, or a being of 1000 minds acting as one. And want's to kill Green Lanterns. Do we know anyone like that?
Is it manhunters?

>>35133781
I've only a passing knowledge but aren't there some sort of spider hive race that hate GLs?

>>35133707
I'm waiting for G'Nort to show up.

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>>35133779

>>35133779
...we'll be working with our pantsu?

>>35133824
The Reach?

Maybe

>>35133781
Do you mean Martian Manhunter?

>>35133824
I probably know less than you, so it could be them to. But also another question is how are they getting stealth kills? It's hard to kill a green lantern without leaving evidence of who you are.

Or they are brutally exploiting the yellow weakness.

>>35133863
It's a symbiotic relationship.

>>35133874
No, the Manhunters are GL's Internal Affairs before they went rogue

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>>35133891
I'm sure it is.

>>35133874
>>35133895
See this introduction:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzTqXdxrUog

>>35133873
Is that what they were called? I remember something about a hive of spider people that have tech based off a yellow crystal that stuns people and can induce nightmares

>>35133895
Well, that is fine. Still, I would not mind seeing J'onn J'onzz showing up.

> “Is Stel going to be okay?”
> “Do you know who is doing this?”

You twiddle your fingers, floating up to Kilowog as he tries fiddling with the wires inside of Stel’s head. “I-i… is he going to be okay, Monsieur Kilowog?”

The pugfaced brute smiles at you. “Stel’s a tough customer. We can bring him back from anything. Right now, I’m just trying to piece him back together so we can figure out what exactly attacked him and uh…” He hesitates a bit. “And Ch’p.”

Oh… Monsieur Salaak is not going to like this. Not one bit. Oh Ch’p. You look back at Tomar-Re and Professeur Sinestro. “Monsieur, Professeur. You two have been investigating this, have you not? What is out there? What is doing this?”

Tomar-Re clasps his hands behind his back, stern. “We are not certain. But Sinestro however has a theory.”

Sinestro nods, crossing his arms. “Many years ago, before any of us were Green Lanterns, the Guardians and the Green Lantern Corps had to contain an expansionist race of insects, somewhat similar to your locusts, Lumière. The Green Lanterns contained them to their homeworld in Sector 407 on planet Tchk-Tchk. We assumed they had been driven to extinction by lack of resources considering overpopulation.”

“However, several months ago, the field around Tchk-Tchk experienced an anomaly during a solar flare of its home star. The field went down temporarily for only a few minutes, and we assumed it was nothing,” says Sinestro. “And then Green Lanterns across the Universe were being picked off, one by one, until Abin Sur…”

You look at your ring. No. You could not be…

[1/2]

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>>35133985
[2/2]

Tomar-Re says, “It is but a theory however. This monstrosity could come from anywhere, it could even be the Red Lanterns attempt to sow discord in our ranks.”

“Even so,” says Sinestro. “It further proves the incompetence of the Guardians. Rather than amputate the arm and stop the infection, they let it fester until it grew to be too much. Now my student is in danger.”

“Correct.” Tomar-Re looks at you, looking down upon you like a concerned parent. “Lantern. We respectfully request you return to Oa. It is not safe for you here.”

Return?

… No, you cannot return. Not now.

Sinestro glares at Tomar-Re. “Tomar-Re, this is not a request, it is an order,” he says. “She will return to Oa.”

> “I can’t go back.”
> “Why should I?”
> “Do I have to?”
> Write in

>>35134004
>> “I can’t go back.”

>>35134004
And why can't we, exactly?

>>35134004
>Ask if we can leave a note to say that we've gone away for further training and will try and be back as soon as we can

>>35134004
>> “I can’t go back.”
I am needed here

>>35134004
>> “I can’t go back.”

>>35134004
> Write in
No, we are letting our fear drive our actions. As long as our will overcomes our fear, we cannot be beaten.

Being defensive will kill us in the long run. We need to rally the Green Lanterns and sweep the sectors for our enemies. Have each Green Lantern double up or more. They will not resist attacking us, and we'll us that to find and arrest them.

>>35134004
>> “Do I have to?”

>>35134004
>>35134075
Yes
Best defence is offence.
Do you not see, Prof- no, Sinestro?

>>35134004

>>35134075

I agree with this line of reasoning.

Whoever is doing this may be hoping that the Lanterns will pull back in a knee-jerk response to prevent the deaths of their personnel. They may be aiming to steal something or to expand their range of operations while the Lanterns turtle up.

>>35134075
Pretty well reasoned. Supporting.

>>35134004
>>35134075
>>35134098
Thank Sinestro for his concern, but we were trained for the best and what better way to learn than walking through fire, or something?

>>35134075
You got my vote

>>35134133
Also, being a Green Lantern is about overcoming your fear. Fear literally weakens you.

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>>35134133
Don't forget smiles and hugs of course

>>35134075
I will second this!

>>35134189
This is Sinestro's dere side.

> “I can’t go back.”
> Write in

You shake your head. “I’d love to go back to Oa, but I can’t. There are things I need to do here.”

Sinestro floats up to, indignant. “Need I remind you that I trained you, and that I am your mentor. I decide what is best for you.”

“Professeur Sinestro. Please. Let me be…” You tap your head, thinking a bit. “Can I tell you a story?” Tomar-Re and Sinestro stare at you, apparently giving you your attention. Well, you did not think that would work. Okay then! “Look… a few months ago, my home country was invaded, and conquered by the Germans.

“The reason this happened, even though we saw it coming, our government attempted to play a defensive a war, a war like the Great War. We built a great defensive wall known as the Maginot Line, fitted with defenses that no army could penetrate. They let their fear drive their actions, and what happened was that Germans simply bypassed it. In weeks, our country was taken over by Hitler.

“And that is what you are doing here. If you let fear of this… thing drive you, we are hopeless. Our will can overcome this, I am sure. Rally the other Lanterns, sweep the Universe, never leave a Lantern either. It will come to us, and we will use that to our strength.”

[1/2]

>>35134294
[2/2]

…

You blush a little, pulling on your hair. “So… oui. That is my opinion.”

Sinestro, in one of the most wild things you have ever seen him do, smiles and pats your head. “That is very bold. I did not expect that from someone as mousy as yourself. I suppose my training has gotten through to you.” You grin, swelling with pride. “Fine, we will leave you in Sector 2814. We will propose this case to the Guardians. In the meantime, all of us must return to Oa to report our findings, and if need be, perhaps find you a partner.”

Kilowog floats over, carrying Stel and Ch’p’s remains in his arms. “We’ll keep in contact you little poozer.” He blasts off towards Oa. Sinestro follows as well.

“Before I go,” says Tomar-Re. “Lantern. You are quite close to Thaal Sinestro. He trained you. So I feel I must inform you that Sinestro is under investigation.”

You blink, all your good feelings gone. What? “Pardon? Investigation for what?”

“Misconduct, abuse of power, other charges.” Tomar-Re floats down, coming eye to eye with you. “I was investigating until this business arose. And I was wondering if Sinestro seemed suspicious to you.”

> No.
> Maybe.
> It is not clear.
> Write in

>>35134311
>> No.
A bit grumpy sometimes but he's never done anything bad

>>35134311
>> No.
Monsieur Sinestro would never do anything to betray the Corps! Absurd!

>>35134311
> No.
> Write in
He is a hard professor, but his will is strong. He thinks about not only solving crime, but also attacking the root causes of it. We criticizes other Lanterns, but only because he wants justice to be done. We will need him in surviving what is attacking the Lanterns.

>>35134311
> No.
He's stern and the frowny sort, but he means the best.

>>35134311
>Maybe?

I've never seen him act so... personable? Usually he doesn't give out open compliments like that or gestures like he just did.

>>35134311
> No.
He hasn't done anything suspicious around us

>>35134311
> No.

A grump yes but he means well

>>35134397
So being nice or recognizing strong will is suspicious? That is a stretch.

> No.

You shake your head. “Um, no, Monsieur Tomar-Re. No. I mean- He does not normally…” You still blush a bit at that. “He does not normally pat my head like that or compliment me like that… but… no I do not believe him to be guilty of misconduct in my view. He may be a grump but he is firm.”

Tomar-Re nods. “I will take your word for it then, Lantern.” He starts floating away. “I wish you farewell and safe travels. May the Light of Will protect you.”

“Um, Monsieur!” You stop him a bit. “D-Did the Guardians really do that? To those poor people on Tchk-Tchk?” Tomar-Re halts, crossing his arms. “I mean… it seemed harsh to let an entire people die like that.”

“Some call it a mistake,” says Tomar-Re. “I too consider that a mistake, but we all make them, Lantern. I am not free of my own, no Lantern is. But you must learn when to improve and correct upon one, rather than let it sit there and fester.”

You nod. “Merci.”

He waves, then speeds off into the void of space.

…

…

You stand outside of the café. There are not too many people in it today. You check the time.

11:30 AM.

… Oh, Monsieur Buckle is not going to like any of this.

One of the waitresses, Vicky, opens up the door to the café and looks at you. “Lumi!” She looks positively surprised, and a little bit scared. “Buckle has been screaming your name! And not in a romantic way!”

Ellie pops her head out as well. “Yeah, looks like you’re in the barrel today.”

Vicky looks up at Ellie. “Hey? Aren’t you shorter than me?” Ellie nods. “What are you standing on?”

> “Merci, girls.”
> “Could you please distract the Monsieur while I work?”
> “Maybe I should not come in.”
> Write in

>>35134586
>> “Merci, girls.”

>>35134586
>> “Merci, girls.”

>>35134004
>Red Lanterns
We might actually get a Blue Lantern best friend

>>35134586
>> “Merci, girls.”

>>35134586
>> “Merci, girls.”
>> “Could you please distract the Monsieur while I work?”

>>35134645
I want a red lantern love interest

>>35134586
> “Merci, girls.”

>>35134645
>>35134677
I wonder if it's the plasma vomiting red lanterns or GLTAS red lanterns?

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>>35134645

>>35134677
You could give Ray Rice a red ring and get the same result. It won't be pretty

> “Merci, girls.”

You nod, opening the door to reveal Ellie sitting on top of Vicky’s back. “Merci, girls.” You walk past them, then hear a thump as Ellie is dropped onto the floor. You quickly grab an apron and walk into the kitchen.

“Monsieur Buckle?” You look to Monsieur Buckle talking to one of the Chefs. He waves him off, then glares at you as he walks up to you.

Oh boy.

“Lumi. I was wondering when you were going to show up,” he says. “You realize what kind of thin ice you’re on right now?”

“I know, Monsieur, I know. My- my house was broken into last night and I was busy cleaning it all up…” Monsieur Buckle visibly softens at that, groaning as he shakes his head and rubs his nose. “I must have overslept, severely.”

“Lumi, Lumi, this is an excuse,” he says. “But I’ve been meaning to talk to you. These random breaks where you disappear for over an hour or two. Arriving late, and not just that-… Do you know how close I am to firing you.”

You lip quivers at that. Fired?

Monsieur Buckle places his index finger and his thumb together, putting it right in your face. “Very close. That close. I will give you this chance, and this chance only. You mess up, you’ll be out of here.” He places a notepad and pen in your hands. “Now get to work.”

You stand there, frowning. The Chefs hastily make themselves scarce and get to work as Monsieur Buckle returns to his Office. Oh… You walk back onto the dining floor to see what customers need what. Only two seem to be waiting on a waiter. One is a man reading a newspaper, and the other is a very smart looking man having a conversation with a very short angry man.

> Go to the conversing pair
> Go to the man reading the newspaper
> Write in

>>35135013
> Go to the man reading the newspaper
He's up to something...

>>35135013
> Go to the conversing pair

>>35135013
>Go to the man reading the newspaper
Let's play it safe, just for a minute or two.

>>35135013
> Go to the man reading the newspaper

>>35135013
>> Go to the conversing pair

>>35135013
>> Go to the man reading the newspaper
Oh man Lumi is gonna get fired

>>35135013
> Go to the conversing pair
Hey, it's those two guys. They're always fun.

>>35134645
You know that image Schteels been posting of Lumi with that three eyed blue lantern? Yeah.

>>35135134
You mean our pantsu? >>35133703

>>35135013
>> Go to the conversing pair

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>>35135134
I'm still holding out hope for Hope Corgi...

>>35135134
Yes, that is what I was referring to

> Go to the man reading the newspaper

You flip to a fresh page on your notepad and walk up to the man reading the newspaper. He seems like a crusty man, probably a factory worker. “Bonjour, Monsieur.”

He looks up at you, surprised. “Huh. Did I walk into France?”

“I’m sorry,” you click your pen and get ready. “May I take your order?”

“Just a tea with milk,” he says. He tilts his head, curiously. “You look a bit sad.”

“I have had a long day,” he says. “Is that all?”

“Yes, yes,” he says. He adjusts his newspaper and continues reading. “You know, I’m reading news. Apparently Kampfgruppe Savage is testing out these new weapons and the like. They look real dangerous.”

You nod. “So I hear.” You write down the tea and walk away. “It’ll be there soon, Monsieur.”

“Ah, danke.”

...

You turn around, surprised. He looks at you, confused for a second.

Then he realizes his mistake. The other patrons, the waitresses, and even Monsieur Buckle and the Chefs come out of the backroom, hearing the accursed word.

He slowly begins folding the newspaper up. “Well… I will just take my leave-“

> Tackle him
> “IT’S A SPY!”
> “Get him!”
> Write in

>>35135362
>> “IT’S A SPY!”

We need a pyro

>>35135362
>> Tackle him
And that's part of the reason why the British actually controlled all of Germany's spies a few years into the war.

Seriously. Nazi spies were terrible.

>>35135362
> Write in
Punch him in the nuts. Or kick him. We had a tough day.

>>35135362
>> Tackle him

>>35135362
>> Tackle him
>> “IT’S A SPY!
Let's be heroic and smart at the same time!

>>35135362
> Tackle him
> “IT’S A SPY!”

>>35135362
>> Tackle him
>MAGICAL LYRICAL GREENICAL LANTERNICAL WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HEADBUUUUUUUUUUT!

>>35135362
>Tackle him
>> “IT’S A SPY!”
Just to cover our asses in case it becomes important.

>>35135362
> Tackle him
It turns out that he's actually just a normal German national and this is a huge misunderstanding.

>>35135391
So were the stories of Nazi spies being outed when random Brits did the Heil Hitler salute and they started doing it on reflex true?

>>35135483
Not sure about that, but the fact of the matter is that the Nazi handlers were kind of incompetent (and also kept hiring spies who were already spying for the British) and had kind of terrible ways to infiltrate their spies. Also, the Enigma Machine being cracked way early on helped.

There's a book called Double Cross that details all of that: it's quite excellent.

>>35135362
>> Tackle him

>>35135483
>>35135528
To put in perspective, every single spy in Britain was found and turn against Germany by the end of the war.

It didn't help that Germany's social darwinism led to competing spy agencies sabotaging each other. Nor were they loyal to Hitler.

When one spy reported in, one reaction was "holy crap, you're still working for us?"

>>35135362
> Tackle him
> “IT’S A SPY!”
> “Get him!”
Ganking time!

Just a thought, if he pulls out a gun, grenade, or a space gun, then we need to whip out our ring, subdue him, then cry that we can't keep a secret identity for shit.

>>35135625
"By the end of the war"? Like I said, it wasn't even at the midway point that England realized they had all of the Nazi spies in their possession.

Also, one of the best spies: a Spanish chicken farmer that had volunteered to spy for England, was turned down, then decided to "spy" for the Nazis by giving them bullshit reports that he had no way of knowing because he had never been to England. The British ended up hiring him on because he had the trust of the Nazis and because they didn't want him accidentally screwing up their operations by giving contradictory information to the false information they were leaking.

Fun stuff.

>>35135701
You gotta love espionage. If I remember, the British once dressed up the corpse of a recently deceased homeless guy as an officer (with a briefcase full of fake info), tossed him into the Atlantic which landed him in Spain, and handed over to the Germans.

> Tackle him
> “IT’S A SPY!”

“IT IS A SPY!” You run at him, dropping your notepad and pen. He stands up, trying to reach into his coat, ostensibly for a gun you imagine! Oh, this going to be close!

“HERE I COME!” You pause, only for the short man to fly in between you and immediately crash into the table, wrecking it. “Ah, damn it!”

“Nice one, Pratt,” says his smarter companion.

“Fuck you, Rex.”

You jump over the wreck of the table and leap onto the spy as he tries to run. You manage to hook onto his back, holding onto his shoulders. He yells as he spins around and tries shaking you off. “Aussteigen!” Oh, now he was DEFINITELY GERMAN.

But since you are just a little girl, he grabs onto your arms and manages to toss you off. You land on a chair and tip over, your breath leaving you for a second. You recover, only to hear Ellie’s scream.

“Nobody move!” The spy holds Ellie, a gun to her head. “Nobody move!” Everyone in the café freezes. “Or I blow her brains all over the floor!”

Monsieur Buckle walks forward. “You do not want to do that, friend.” The spy stops him by pointing gun at Monsieur Buckle.

> Slip away and come back as the Green Lantern
> Try and talk the Spy down
> Try to take him down now
> Write in

>>35135818
>> Try and talk the Spy down

>>35135818
>> Try and talk the Spy down

>>35135818
>> Try and talk the Spy down
Exchange yourself for Ellie

>>35135818
>Try to take him down now
Transform and kick ass! Fuck subtlety, that's our friend with a gun to her head.

>>35135818
>> Slip away and come back as the Green Lantern


>>35135783
Operation Mincemeat, yeah. They used it to fake out the Nazis and Italians regarding the invasion of Southern Europe.

>>35135818
> Try and talk the Spy down
"Your cover is blown. We know your face, and killing all of us is only going to draw more attention to you. Your only option here is to surrender."

>>35135818

>>35135887
Ooh, good one, supporting. Then we go has his hostage and we can strike at Savage directly.

>>35135887
Supporting this if plan A fails.

>>35135818
>> Slip away and come back as the Green Lantern
Time to get fired and save Ellie

>>35135818
>> Try and talk the Spy down

Allow him to take us hostage instead and leave, then beat him like a redheaded stepchild

>>35135893
Heh heh, I love Mincemeat. It was a disaster for the Nazis and they never trusted any actually accurate intelligence they captured later.

>>35135954
No, we need to stay a hostage and be patient and take down bigger fish.

>>35135818
> Slip away and come back as the Green Lantern

> Try and talk the Spy down

You stand up and hold your hands up. “Hold it, Monsieur.”

“You be quiet. Get a phone out here!” he yells.

“Wait, Monsieur. You do not want to do any of this!” you say quickly.

“Yeah!” says Pratt. “Minute you let that broad go, I’m going to take that gun and shove it so far up your ass you’ll be spitting bullets!”

The spy aims his gun at Pratt. “You shut up you little dwarf! How about you and Snow White just shut up while I take my phone call.”

“Monsieur, it is over.” You walk over slowly to him. He frantically points his gun at you, gritting his teeth. You can certainly see the fear in his eyes. He does know it is over. But if you know people like him, he will not go down without a fight. “Do you really think you can get out of London without attracting the authorities? Especially with a hostage?”

“You shut up!” he hisses. Ellie sobs a bit in his grip.

> Take me instead
> Think about yourself
> This is hopeless
> Write in

>>35136164
>> Take me instead

>>35136164
>> Take me instead

>>35136164
> Take me instead
I... I will go willingly with you, if you let Ellie go. But please, don't hurt her.

>>35136164
>Take me instead

>>35136164
> Think about yourself
> This is hopeless
Hostage swapping is a silly idea.

>>35136164
> Take me instead

hue hue hue

>>35136164
>Take me instead
This heroism schtick is kind of a drag.

>>35136164
>> Think about yourself

>>35136164
>> Think about yourself

>>35136164
>> Take me instead

>>35136164

> Take me instead

>>35136261
But if this works, we can deal am inside blow to savage.

>>35136317
An inside blow? What, you think this guy is somehow gonna drag us all the way to Germany?

>>35136364
No, but this guy is going to try to run somewhere. Hopefully to his handler.

> Take me instead

“Take me instead. Do not hurt Ellie, please. She has a family.”

Vicky nods, tears flowing from her eyes freely. “Fuckin’ right she has a family! Let her go!”

The Spy looks at you, sizing you up. He quickly sizes up Ellie as well. Then he points the gun at Pratt and Rex. “Alright, fine.” He pushes Ellie to the ground, and Vicky quickly runs over to shelter her. You walk over to the Spy, then he instantly seizes your hand and starts dragging you out. “None of you follow me!”

“I’m gonna rip your skull out of your head and beat you to death with it you kraut!” yells Pratt.

He quickly drags you to his car, then pops the trunk. He shoves you inside then shuts it tight.

… So this is how your week is going. First you get nailed in the face by a Fiddler, then you get kidnapped by a Sky Pirate, then you find out something is out there and really wants to kill you, and now you are in a spy’s car.

Oh well. You suppose it could be worse.

> Call for help
> Transform
> Bide your time
> Write in

>>35136479
>> Transform
>> Bide your time

>>35136479
>> Bide your time
Time to get info.

>>35136479
>> Transform
>> Bide your time

>>35136479
> Bide your time
Wait for it.

>>35136479
>> Bide your time

>>35136479
>> Bide your time

>>35136479
> Bide your time

>>35136479
>> Bide your time
No transformation yet.

>>35136479
> Bide your time

>>35136479
>Try not to cry
>cry a lot

>>35136479
>>> Bide your time

> Bide your time

You spy with your little eye, something… black!

… yeah, it is the interior of this trunk. This waiting around is killing you.

You can hear the car stop however. It appears you are finally at your destination, great! You can hear the Spy get out of his car and start colluding with other spies. Wherever you are, it sounds like the docks.

« Stark! What are you doing!? »

« I was chased here! The British have finer spy counterintelligence than we thought, we may be compromised so we need to pack up and leave and report what findings we have to Herr Savage! »

« He’s not going to like that our ring was just blown out of cover! »

« Screw what he thinks, start packing! We have a hostage here! »

« Why do you have a hostage!? »

« Why are your eyes so close to your nose! Shut up and get her out of there! »

There is a loud metal thumping noise.

« What was that?! »

« Get the guns, quick. I’ll dump the car. » You can hear someone get back into the car and start it back up. Oh boy.

> Keep waiting
> Burst out and transform
> Write in

>>35136892
>> Burst out and transform

>>35136892
>> Burst out and transform

>>35136892
>Burst out and transform

>>35136892
>> Burst out and transform

>>35136892
Now it's time to capture a spy ring

>>35136892
> Keep waiting

>>35136892
> Burst out and transform

> Burst out and transform

> 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!

You smash the trunk open.

«What was that!?» You stand in the trunk to see a group of men, spies in casual ware. No different from other Britons who live in these parts. «Who the hell is that!?»

The Spy points at you, in awe. «It’s the Green Lantern!» He runs and quickly pulls an MP40 out of a crate. The others as well pull guns out of their coats and point them at you.

One of the men yells, «What do we do!?»

«I’ll go for help!» yells the Spy as he runs out of the warehouse floor. The other men, all five of them, point their piddly little guns at you.

> Manifest a construct (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping, Best of first three)
> Run past, go after the Spy
> Try and convince them to surrender
> Write in

Rolled 15, 13 = 28 (2d20)

>>35137184
>> Manifest a construct (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping, Best of first three)
Put them all in stocks and chase after the one dude running away

>>35137184
>> Manifest a construct (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping, Best of first three)

Wrap them in rope

Rolled 16, 4 = 20 (2d20)

>>35137184
> Manifest a construct (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping, Best of first three)
The stockades for them.

Rolled 8, 1 = 9 (2d20)

>>35137184
>> Manifest a construct (Roll 2d20 Will+Shaping, Best of first three)

snatch their asses up in a bear trap

Rolled 7, 5 = 12 (2d20)

>>35137184
No need for anything fancy, encase them in bubbles and after that guy!

>>35137267
Welp.

>>35137267
I hate you

>>35137218
>>35137246
>Stockmind
I can dig it

>>35137293
I hate d20 and your mother's mineshaft of a pussy

> Manifest a Construct (WILL SUCCESS, SHAPING CRITFAIL)

You present your ring to them. They fire off their shots, only for your protective aura to bounce them off like nobody’s business. You power your ring up and project a stockade for all five of them to wear.

Unfortunately, one of those bullets must have addled your brain. The stockings are far too large for them to wear. They turn to face them, looking at them.

…

«I’m out of here! » One of the men drops his gun and starts running away. The others start running away as well.

“Hey!” you yell. “Get back here!” Too late, they manage to succeed in getting away. Ah, oh well. You go after the Spy, running in the general direction he ran and knocking the door he shut behind him down.

You end up in a supervisor’s office. «Herr Savage, I-» He looks up, then immediately points your gun at you.

Only for the gun to disintegrate in his hands. He yells in fright, dropping the melting slag of metal to the ground. What the heck!? Suddenly, behind him, an Egyptian symbol lights up on the wall. Then through it, a man in blue and with a yellow helmet simply flies right through. As if like a ghost.

His voice booms like a God. “Your fate has been decided.”

> Hold it!
> Who are you!?
> Attack the man
> Write in

>>35137604
> Who are you!?

>>35137604
> Who are you!?
Shit, I'm glad no one was there to see us fuck up like that

>>35137604
>Bubble shield around the spy
>Who are you!?

>>35137604
> Who are you!?

>>35137604
>> Who are you!?

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> Who are you!?

You step in between the Spy and the newcomer, brandishing your ring at him. “Stop! Who are you, Monsieur and who do you think you are!?” The newcomer stops, standing tall, very tall. He looks down on you, eyes indiscernible beneath his helmet. Oh… you immediately regret this decision.

“You must be the Green Lantern,” he says calmly. The Spy tries to make a run for it. The newcomer responds by simply throwing some kind of magical rope over his legs. He trips and falls, struggling.

You step back, pulling your ring back as well. “… That is me.”

He offers his gloved hand to you. “I am Doctor Fate.” You shake his hand. “Justice Society.” Justice Society? You hear more bangs and thuds out there. You and Doctor Fate pull the Spy out of the room, and walk out to see the remaining men tied up and beaten up by two other men in costume. “Well,” says Doctor Fate. “It appears you all have caught up.”

“Yeah, shove it up your ass, Goldilocks,” says the extremely short man in a blue hood.

Doctor Fate motions to the two. “Atom-“ he gestures to the short man in the blue hood. “And Hour-Man,” and onto the man with the yellow cloak and the black suit.

> “Where are the rest of you?”
> “Thank you for your help.”
> “I did not need your help, hmph.”
> Write in

>>35138011
>> “Thank you for your help.”
Lumi is a picture perfect polite frenchgirl

>>35138011
>“Thank you for your help.”
> Write in
"There were at least to others. We need to capture them."

>>35138011
>> “Thank you for your help, but we're not done yet. A few more escaped!”

>>35138011
>>35138041
>>35138044
>>35138067
To me fair, we should say "Merci"

>>35138011
>> “Thank you for your help.”
>> "And you, Mssr. Atom, you shouldn't be so crass! Why, you make me recall a rude man I saw at a diner earlier!"

> “Thank you for your help.”

You nod. “Merci beaucoup, Monsieurs. There are still spies out there though-“

“Sandman and Corrigan are working on it,” says Hour-Man. “We’ll have them by tonight.” He looks down at the Spy. “This little birdy though will tell us all we need to know.”

Atom looks at Doctor Fate. “Speaking of which, we thought you were up at Cambridge you egghead.”

“I came down to assist,” says Doctor Fate. “For now, I am in charge until Flash and Hawkman come down from the United States. Hour-Man, pack the criminals up. I will question them later.”

The Spy’s eyes bug out. “W-wait! Don’t! I- I can tell you everything! We’re working for Savage! Vandal Savage!” You all look down at him. “He’s going to invade! He’s going to invade!”

“Yeah, no fucking shit you sauerkraut sucking whore.” Atom steps on his chest, looking down on him. “We all know he’s going to invade the UK.”

“He’s going to invade tomorrow!”

…

“Tomorrow?” says Doctor Fate.

“Yes!” The Spy nods frantically. “Yes! Tomorrow afternoon! He is going to precede the attack with a strategic bombing strike on military targets, airfields, LDV bases, even Blackhawk Island will be targeted! Then he will move in with his Infantry and his Special Forces!”

“Special Forces?” asks Hour-Man.

“He keeps a monster in that damn Zeppelin of his! And- And… he has some sort of weird armor, that’s nothing but yellow! Fuck- Just don’t- I’ll tell you all you want to know!” He cries, sobbing in fright.

Doctor Fate is quiet for a second. “I did not realize I was that scary.”

> “What is our next move?”
> “We need to warn the British government!”
> “We need to stop them before they attack!”
> Write in

>>35138377
>> “We need to stop them before they attack!”
No time to waste

>>35138377
> “We need to warn the British government!”
Can't fight off an invasion without an army

>>35138377
> “We need to warn the British government!”
Inform Churchhill at once!

>>35138377
> “We need to stop them before they attack!”
> Write in
"Do we have any way of contacting the Flash? He can warn every government and military official in a blink of an eye."

>>35138377
>> “We need to warn the British government!”
We need to warn Churchill! JACK Churchill!

>>35138516
I will second this.

Here's an idea. After leaving a message for Churchill or getting the flash to warn the Government, we summon the Blackhawks and make a preemptive attack.

We have to target the bombers and aircraft. Without those, the invasion is stuck in it's tracks and we have more time to deal with Savage.

> “We need to warn the British government!”

“We need to warn the British!” you yell. “D-Doctor Fate! Do we have any line of communication to the Flash and Hawkman?”

He nods. “I will see to them personally. Atom, go take care of our friends here.” Atom chuckles darkly as he picks up the Spy and the other men and start walking off with them. Quite the stout strength. “Hour-Man, Green Lantern, you two must alert every garrison and every government in this city. If we alert London, the rest of the country will follow.”

“Alright,” says Hour-Man. “Come on, kid!” You two run out of the warehouse and run to the car. “Come on!”

“No, the car’s too slow!” you say. “Split up!”

The Hour-Man sighs. “Lemme guess, you can fly.” You nod. “Alright. I’ll take as many streets as I can, get civilians to head to the underground. Go alert whoever you can quick!” He speeds off down the street.

> Go alert the Government
> Alert the LDV
> Write in

>>35138742
>> Go alert the Government

>>35138742
>> Alert the LDV
Grab your guns boys, the Krauts are coming!

>>35138742
>> Go alert the Government

>>35138742
>> Go alert the Government
Talk to the honchos real fast

>>35138742
> Go alert the Government
We need to to activate every fighter and defense they have. Especially the Blackhawks.

>>35138742
> Alert the LDV

>>35138742
>> Alert the LDV

>>35138377
>he has some sort of weird armor, that's nothing but yellow!
Well, huh. He knows our weakness to, kinda predictable.

>>35138905
Well, then we need to start pulling out our anti-yellow tricks.

We need to get a ton of not yellow paint.

>>35138905

It's far more likely that they're referring to a Yellow Lantern's garb, considering that this guy's one of the most feared Nazi generals and the rest of the world is currently fighting a war with them.

>>35138905
Not unexpected, though. If this is going to turn into a reoccuring theme, we'll have to eat the space-bug eventually.

>>35138742
> Go alert the Government

>>35138905
There is a guy trying to kill Lanterns hanging around, not too surprising that he would spread their weakness around

>>35138945
There are no Yellow Lanterns yet, Sinestro hasn't turned evil yet.

>>35138950
>>35138990
Yeah, once we beat Savage, we should learn who told him about the weakness.

>>35139049
That said, he COULD be doing "research" by leaking ideas to Savage. After all, Nazis just love their fear...

>>35139207
The weakness is not uncommon knowledge among the lanterns. So Sinestro doesn't need to go research.

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Vandal's brother would be disappointed in him

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> Go alert the Government

…

…

You bust down through the roof of the Parliament building, the Palace of Westminister. Guards immediately draw guns on you, shouting at you. “Hold it! Hands in the air!” But you see who you are here for. The big man himself. The Prime Minister of Great Britain. Winston Churchill. “Identify yourself!”

“I am the Green Lantern!” you yell. “I am here to warn you!” you yell quickly. Winston Churchill and his panel of Generals and other staff members all look at you, surprise. “There’s going to be an invasion!”

“An invasion?” Winston Churchill marches up to you. “Well, what next? Aliens knocking down our door? Hitler is not crazy enough to invade the British Isles.”

You shake your head. “No, but there is one man who is. Vandal Savage.”

The Generals are quiet. One of them says, “Sir, perhaps we should look into it. Put the Army on alert. Wh- Where are they landing?”

… Ah, damn. You did not get that information. “I- I do not know but they are going to precede it with a bombing strike, then an invasion.”

“The most likely avenue would Folkestone near Dover. Shortest distance from Calais over the Channel,” says another General. “We can send the army down there. We alert the RAF, put Coastal Patrol on alert. Call for Captain Blackhawk and Hop Harrigan as well as well. We do that, our defense should be solid.”

Winston Churchill nods, looking down on you with his pug face. “Well… all well and good. But why should we trust you? Perhaps you are some spy from Savage sent to subvert.”

> I am a Green Lantern, we do not lie.
> You will have to trust me.
> You have no reason to trust me.
> Write in

>>35139306
>> You will have to trust me.
The alternative is being burnt to the ground

>>35139306
>You will have to trust me.
We don't really have much else.

>>35139306
>Write in
"Do spies fly in with no clear information and give you vague instructions?"
"Come on, think about it, if I was a spy I'd have given you proper directions and most likely attempted to appear semi-normal in front of you, instead of flying and busting through your roof."

>>35139306

>"Have you seen a Nazi spy lately? Do you legitimately think they'd be creative enough to use the Green Lantern in one of their ruses?"

>>35139306
> Write in
Show him the recording of us creating the Tripod, saving the british troops. He must of heard of that from them!

>>35139306
>> Write in
Lord Churchill, I covered the good men of the British Expeditionary Force at Durkin. Our goals align with yours, in pushing back the Axis forces and saving the free world.

>>35139306
> You will have to trust me.
We're the low rep rookie now.

>>35139306
Combine mine: >>35139424
With this: >>35139431

>>35139306
>>35139415
This amuses me. Backing.

>>35139306
>>35139415 this.

>>35139415
We can combine this with the others. This and Durkin should prove our worth.

> Write in

“Have you seen any Nazi spies recently, Monsieur Churchill? Do you think Hitler would actually be creative enough to bring me into this ruse? Especially after I saved the troops at Dunkirk?”

Churchill shrugs. “Eh, stranger things have happened.”

“Why are you being so contrary?”

“Because if I wasn’t, we’d be flying the Swastika and not the Jack.” Churchill smirks a bit at you. “Fine then, I believe you.” He walks back over to the map. “We will contact Captain Blackhawk’s company, and alert Hop Harrigan’s forces as well. And the so-called Justice Society has lended their aide to us as well in case of an amphibious invasion which is most likely.”

A General nods. “We will make a pre-emptive strike to knock Savage off of his nerves. RAF Fighters along with Captain Blackhawk’s men will strike at the known coordinates of Savage’s airbases in Calais. Objective will be to knock as many planes out as we can. It may be slightly disorganized, but it will be all we have. We must attack now or we will lose surprise.”

“Agreed,” says Churchill. “That Savage bloke, he flies around in that big Zeppelin of his. Can we take it down?”

“No sir,” says another General. “It’s heavily armored, hydrogen-based but he’s taken care to arm it to the teeth with triple A guns all over the envelope and screen it with constant fighter cover. No squadron could get close.”

“We know one,” says Churchill as he turns to you. “And they’re going to have some help.”

> You’re sending me?
> Be glad to help
> Write in

>>35139730
>> Be glad to help
No chance we could make a quick supply run first?

>>35139730
>Be glad to help
>Write in
I know this is a strange request, but do you know where I can get large amounts of paint on a short notice?

>>35139730
>> Be glad to help

>>35139730
>> Be glad to help
>> "So long as you find me as much paint as you can supply. Red, perhaps."

>>35139730
> Be glad to help

>>35139730
> Be glad to help
We can probably just grab the whole thing and chuck it into orbit, but that's not very exciting.

>>35139730
> Be glad to help

> Be glad to help

You smile. “I am at your disposal, Prime Minister.”

“Right then,” says the Prime Minister Winston Churchill. “Gather the boys, and send Savage a British welcome.”

[1/2]

>>35140272
[2/2]

…

…

“Alright, we are up to speed, Green Lantern.” You take the head of the formation ahead of the legendary Blackhawks, under the command of the enigmatic Captain Blackhawk. Behind their formation is an even greater one comprised of as many RAF Fighters and Bombers they could muster. You look back to see the Bombers, flying lower than the fighters, going right on the deck.

You bite your lip. Marvin Nodell could be one of those pilots.

“Lantern!” says Captain Blackhawk, the man speaks with a heavy Polish accent. “You will have to cover us from those AA Positions! Remember, we go directly for Vandal Savage’s flagship!”

You nod. “Alright!”

“I must say,” says Captain Blackhawk’s companion, Andre. “That skirt of yours leaves very little to the imagination, child.”

“Thank you for your input,” you say in your most amused (but not amused) tone. Maybe a skirt was a bad idea.

Soon enough, through the clouds and with the setting sun behind you, Calais is in sight. You are flying only a thousand meters above sea level. Then sharp black clouds start popping up. “Incoming ack-ack!” yells Captain Blackhawk.

“Down there!” yells Chop-Chop, another one of Blackhawk’s pilots, a Chinese man. “The Zeppelin!”

You turn down and soon enough, that Zeppelin is in sight, right above sea level below the clouds. And it is crossing the channel with a huge wing of fighters and bombers of its own. That spy said they would invade tomorrow! Ugh…

“Alright Boys!” yells Captain Blackhawk. “For liberty! HAWK-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” The Blackhawks yell like furies as they start diving down on the Zeppelin. The RAF follows behind them, guns blazing.

> Manifest a Construct to attack (Roll 2d20 Will+ Shaping Best of three)
> Project a shield to protect yourself and the fighters (Roll 1d20 Will Best of three)
> Dive directly onto the Zeppelin
> Write in

Rolled 6, 10 = 16 (2d20)

>>35140292
>> Manifest a Construct to attack (Roll 2d20 Will+ Shaping Best of three)
Polish Hussars riding Pegasi

Rolled 1, 15 = 16 (2d20)

>>35140292
> Manifest a Construct to attack (Roll 2d20 Will+ Shaping Best of three)

Flying monkies from the wizard of OZ

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>35140292
>> Project a shield to protect yourself and the fighters (Roll 1d20 Will Best of three)

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>35140292
>> Project a shield to protect yourself and the fighters (Roll 1d20 Will Best of three)


>“Lantern!” says Captain Blackhawk, the man speaks with a heavy Polish accent. “You will have to cover us from those AA Positions! Remember, we go directly for Vandal Savage’s flagship!”

Eyes on the mission

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>35140292
>> Project a shield to protect yourself and the fighters (Roll 1d20 Will Best of three)

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>35140292
> Write in
Make a one-way bubble shield around the Zeppelin. We can fire in, but it can't fire out.

>>35140348
damn it

This system fucks us so much

>>35140292
> Project a shield to protect yourself and the fighters (Roll 1d20 Will Best of three)

Better to protect our allies, since we can't take a life anyway. And in an air battle where we're the only one who can fly without assistance, that a bit of a tricky thing to work around.

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>>35140345
As cool as that sounds, I'm not sure how effective it would be.

Rolled 58, 37 = 95 (2d100)

>>35140292
> Manifest a Construct to attack (Roll 2d20 Will+ Shaping Best of three)

Dragons, fearsome fire breaking kind with sharp teeth and claws.

>>35140430
welcome to 3d20 with crits

Rolled 18, 20 = 38 (2d20)

>>35140484
oops, wrong dice.

>>35140489
6d20 actually

Its even worse

>>35140430
>>35140489
Shields won anyways. No time for flash now, eye on the mission.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>35140292
>> Project a shield to protect yourself and the fighters (Roll 1d20 Will Best of three)

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> Project a shield to protect yourself and the fighters (Roll 1d20 Will Best of three)

You punch the air, throwing shields up around the diving fighters. The Messerschmidts all turn up to engage, only to bounce their rounds off your willpower. Still however, you feel every little impact! It feels like getting stung by bees! Lots of bees!

The Blackhawks, with your shielding support, manage to come in for a low strafing run against the top of the Zeppelin which is bristling with AA guns. Their heavy cannons shred the guns apart, sending the crew scattering back into the Zeppelin. You fly down around the side of the Zeppelin past them, seeing the name sprawled across the side of the envelope.

“No Time Like the Present”. Interesting name. Around you, fighters clash, ram each other, or split wings against one other. Cannon and machine gun fire fill the sky. Your ears get assaulted by the heavy droning of gunfire and prop noise. A bomber flies past you, being pursued by a pair of fighters. You get ready to take off after and help, but then Captain Blackhawk yells, “Lantern! Harrigan’s boys tell me there’s a hole in the bottom of the Zep!”

You nod. “Yeah!?” You look down, and sure enough, it appears the cargo bay has been forced open by an explosion.

“Get up there! You can do more damage on the inside!”

“Alright, Captain! Godspeed!” You fly up into the cargo hold. Mechanics and soldiers all run at the sight of you. Huh, you have the reputation it seems.

> Start tearing up the ship
> Go to the bridge, go after Savage
> Write in

>>35140680
>> Go to the bridge, go after Savage
Let's go straight for the bridge, if we take him down maybe we can get the whole zeppelin to surrender

>>35140680
> Start tearing up the ship
A giant buzz saw to the inside should do nicely.

>>35140680
>> Start tearing up the ship

This goes down, the invasion fails.