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>>35729249
[2/2]

“Hold.” The Guardians look up to see Professeur Sinestro floating downwards. He drops down in front of you, stern. “Before you sentence my student, please consider that she was forcibly coerced into this course of action by Ganthet.” You open your mouth to say that you actually volunteered. He quickly wills tape over your mouth, shutting you up. Rude!

“Green Lantern Sinestro.” Appa Ali Apsa looks down on him with a heavy glare. “It is our business to know these things. We will not alter our plans just because you have taken a liking to your student.”

“At least allow her to choose her punishment. She will know what she deserves.” Sinestro looks down on you, smirking. Ah, yes, good thinking Professeur. Maybe there will be a comparatively light sentence in mind!

The Guardians quickly glance at each other, in thought. Appa Ali Apsa says, “Very well. Green Lantern Berger. The choices of punishment are as follows.”

“You may undergo Planetary Arrest. You will be restricted to your home planet for a period of two cycles, two weeks equivalent in your time. If you attempt to break your Planetary Arrest, your ring will forcibly keep you within your planet’s atmosphere.”

“You may also choose demotion from Active Green Lantern to Reserve. Green Lantern Savage will take over your duties, while you remain in reserve until our selected trainers can re-evaluate you. You may undergo training again, but if a new Green Lantern in your Sector is found or if you fail your training again, you will be stripped of your Power Ring.”

“Those are our choices,” says Appa Ali Apsa. “What will they be?”

Those- those are not comparatively light at all!

> Demotion
> Planetary Arrest
> Write in

>>35729257
> Planetary Arrest

>>35729257
>Planetary Arrest
Savage is a bitch.

>>35729257
>Planetary Arrest
We can still be helpful on Earth, and I'm sure the green and now blue lanterns can cover the rest of the galaxy without us for two weeks, right? Ha! It's all going to burn.

>>35729257
Two weeks doesn't sound like a lot, but I get the feeling shit is going to go down soon and not being able to leave Earth probably won't end well

> Demotion
Well I don't think this will win, but oh well

>>35729249
Team Hope Corgi reporting

>>35729257
>Demotion
Savage'll probably do it better than we can anyway.

>>35729257
>Planetary Arrest

>>35729257
>Planetary Arrest
let all the rest burn

>>35729257

I will select Planetary Arrest, though I request instruction before I go on course of action for visible extra-atmospheric and orbital planetary threats that may arise while I am on house arrest and Reserve Lantern Savage is on Oa or busy in other parts of our sector.

>>35729257
>> Demotion

>>35729470
Sinestro would be proud, second

> Planetary Arrest

“I choose Planetary Arrest.”

The Guardians nod, then raise their arms. Their hands start emitting a glowing green aura. Your ring bucks, holding your arm up high. “Then for your crimes, you will be restricted to Sol 3, Sector 2814. Serve your sentence, and you will be redeemed in our eyes. Go now.”

Without a chance to thank Professeur Sinestro or apologize o Ganthet or Chaselon, you’re whisked back to Earth by your ring. The stars become a wash of colors you’re moving so fast!

-

-

You sit on a rooftop, sulking, kicking your legs off the edge. Steel barks, sitting next to you, happy as can be. Not even his usual happy demeanor can cheer you up. Usually it would, you love little Schteely, but there is something keeping your mood from lifting.

“Aw come on!” says Green Lantern Clarissa Savage. She sits next to you, chewing on some hotwings. “Planetary Arrest ain’t all bad, you little sadsack!”

“Be quiet you.”

“Come on!” She snaps her finger, then tosses away her hotwings. “I know what’ll cheer you up!” She stands up, then projects a piano down. She also projects herself a tophat and bowtie, then sits down and starts playing music. “A song!”

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

“Keep on the sunny side, always on the-“ She turns to you, throwing her blonde swirly ponytail back. “Come on, sing along!”

> Sing along reluctantly.
> No.
> Stop acting like this is a good thing!
> Write in

>>35729470
I agree.

>>35729522
> Sing along reluctantly.
She's trying to be nice

>>35729257
>>35729470
This

>>35729522
>> Sing along reluctantly.
Boo

>>35729522
>Sing along reluctantly.
I love Clarissa.

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>>35729522
>Sing along reluctantly.

>>35729522
>Sing along reluctantly.

>>35729522
> Sing along reluctantly.
It's a nice song

> Write in

> Sing along reluctantly.

You roll your eyes, still glum. “Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side, keep on the sunny side of life.”

“There we go!” Clarissa goes back to the piano. “It’ll help us every day, it’ll brighten all our way, if we keep on the sunny side of life! If we keep on the sunny side of life!” She finishes with a few high notes, happily laughing. “Haha! Now, do you feel better?”

You cross your arms. “Sort of.”

“Well, fine, there we go!” Clarissa’s ring beeps. “Hold on.” She brings it up. “Green Lantern Savage, responding.”

Kilowog’s little image pops out of her ring. “Yo, Savage. We still haven’t agreed on whose tougher. Hehehe.” He pounds his fist into his palm, grinning.

“Oh, we don’t need to,” she says. She grins evilly. “We already know I am.”

“You come back to Oa and I’ll wipe that look off your face!” he yells. With that, he dissipates back into her ring.

Clarissa sighs, bringing her arms back behind her head and walking over to you. “Whoops, looks like I can’t stay here long. Gotta show that overgrown warthog who’s boss, yeah?” You shrug. “Hey, take care of yourself.” She blows a kiss to you, floating up. “Keep Earth nice and safe for me!” She blasts off.

Ugh. At least she gets to fly through space.

Now what?

> Start patrol, maybe something interesting is happening
> Find the Justice Society down in New York
> Go find Red Tornado
> Write in

>>35729829
> Start patrol, maybe something interesting is happening

a good outlet for pent up frustration

>>35729829
>> Find the Justice Society down in New York
Let's check in, we never talked to them after we almost got our butt whooped by yellow robot man

>>35729829
> Find the Justice Society down in New York
Haven't seen them in a while.

>>35729829
>Go find Red Tornado
We must check in on Steel.

>>35729829
>bring RT with us to NY for the JS

>>35729829
> Write in
Contact Sinestro, does he think that the Blue Lantern was a good idea?

> Go find Red Tornado
> Find the Justice Society down in New York

In that order. Let's all go together.

>>35729829

>>35729921
Works, assuming no-one objects.

>>35729249
uhh you linked the archive in your twitter and not the live thread, just letting you know

>>35730007
Whoops.

>>35729900
Read more carefuly, Steel is with us.

> Find the Justice Society down in New York

You pick up Steel, covering him with your green aura. “Come on, little Schteel.” You rub your nose against his, happily. He licks you in return, barking. “It’s time to visit some friends.” You raise your arm and blast off.

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[1/2]

>>35730237
[2/2]

You have not had much contact with the Justice Society ever since the Dimensional Crisis. They did send a letter, saying for you to come by when you could. Their headquarters was based out of a brownstone hotel in New York City, just near Gotham. You and Steel float above the busy streets of New York, catching the views of men and women alike on the streets. You catch that phrase, “Look, it’s the Green Lantern!”

At least people recognize you.

You drop down in front of the nondescript brownstone building, then walk up the stoop to the door. You cradle Steel in your arm, then knock.

The door opens, revealing a lone hallway with a door at the end of it. You have to hand it to the JS, they know how to make things look ominous at least. You walk down the hall, the door closing behind you. The old floor creaks with your every step, making you stand on your tiptoes. Finally, you open up the door to reveal a huge room, much like a courthouse. At the center is a huge table, with the Justice Society emblem in the center.

“Ah, yes.” Doctor Fate and the Atom turn to you. “Green Lantern, we were not expecting you.”

“Apologies,” you say. You let Steel down on the floor, and he happily walks alongside you. “I’ve found myself some free time to devote to the Society. Where are the rest?”

“Patrolling,” says Doctor Fate. “Mister Pratt here was just debriefing me on the Dimensional Crisis.”

The Atom nods. “That’s right, figured you would get it done at least,” he says. “Nice work.”

Doctor Fate nods, his yellow helmet shining against the lone little light at the ceiling. “Green Lantern, there is a favor I must request of you. Let me know if you have time for it.”

> I do
> Monsieur Pratt, everything is back to normal right?
> Write in

>>35730253
> I do
> Monsieur Pratt, everything is back to normal right?

>>35730253
>> I do
As long as it's on Earth, for reason we can't explain

>>35730253
> I do
> Monsieur Pratt, everything is back to normal right?

>>35730253
> I do

>>35730253
>> I do
>> Monsieur Pratt, everything is back to normal right?

>>35730253
>I do

> I do
> Monsieur Pratt, everything is back to normal right?

You nod. “I do, but uh…” You look over to the Atom. “Monsieur Pratt, is it?” He shrugs, crossing his powerfully built arms. You stand eye to eye with him even. “Monsieur, everything is back to normal, is it not? Is there anything we should be on the lookout for?”

Monsieur Pratt says, “There are a few anomalies here and there but otherwise, everything is back to normal.”

“Anomalies?” you say.

“A misplaced person here or there, a building someplace else there.” He is very matter-of-fact about it. “Nothing too serious. Vandal Savage is still a Nazi, but otherwise, things are back to normal. So I wouldn’t worry about it for now.” He snaps his finger. “And hey, don’t call me Pratt around anyone, because-“

There’s a thump, which sets all of you on your ears. Steel trots up to a closet, growling at it.

Doctor Fate walks up past you both. “It appears we have an intruder.” He raises his arm, and immediately the door flies open to reveal-!

Red Tornado. She stands there, trying to look normal amongst the brooms, buckets, and other cleaning implements. She looks around through her cooking pot helmet. “Um…” She quickly raises her arms up stiffly. “BEEP BOOP, I AM RED TORNADO. I AM AN ANDROID CAPABLE OF-“

Atom surprise her, pointing at her. “Hey! I didn’t build you! Who the hell are you!?”

> “Relax, that’s just my friend.”
> “It is Red Tornado.”
> Say nothing, they’ll solve it.
> Write in

>>35730564
>“Relax, that’s just my friend.”
Is she capable of love?

>>35730564
> “Relax, that’s just my friend.”
> “It is Red Tornado.”

>>35730564
>> “Relax, that’s just my friend.”
She's alright

>>35730564
>“Relax, that’s just my friend.”
RT is a cutie.

>>35730564
> Write in
Mess with them:
"OH MY GOD! When the dimensions were fixed, Red Tornado became a woman! :0"

>>35730564
>>35730647
...this is genius. Do this.

>>35730647
>>35730647
this followed by

>Relax she's just my friend

>>35730564

>>35730647
>>35730756
This>>35730564

>>35730647
>>35730683
>>35730756
If we want to take it too far, say that he was our boyfriend in the previous universe.

>>35730647
>>35730784
I wholeheartedly support this.

>>35730564
>>35730647
Haha, this

>>35730784
The reason why it's funny is because the original red tornado was thought to be a man.

>>35730877
I know, that's how I came up with the idea

> “Relax, that’s just my friend.”
> Write in

“Good god!” you scream. “The Red Tornado is a woman!”

Atom and Red Tornado practically snap their necks to turn to you. “What!?” they both yell. “You mean I was guy!?” yells Red Tornado. She looks at her hands, as if that somehow confirms she was at one point a man. She looks back up at you. “Was I at least handsome?”

Atom grabs her by the shoulders and lifts her up. “Listen, you have to tell me everything about your home dimension now!”

“Um…” Red Tornado taps the rim of her cooking pot, near her chin. “It’s hot where I live?” You laugh a bit, quietly. Even Doctor Fate seems to be in on it. The two of them look at you. “What are you laughing at?”

“I’m kidding,” you say. “This is my friend, Red Tornado.”

Red Tornado gasps, shaking her wrists in glee. “I’m your friend!? Heehee!”

Atom drops her, nearly flat on her rear. “Hold on, kid.” Red Tornado stands up, actually approaching his height. “Right, forget it. What are you even here for?”

Red Tornado sweeps back her cape, pointing to the sky. “I’m here to join the Justice Society!”

…

She looks at you all. “What? I can fight crime!” she whines. “Just-“ She looks around. “GL, you can vouch for me, right?” Doctor Fate and Atom look at you, expectantly.

> “I can vouch for her.”
> “Red Tornado, make your own case.”
> Write in

>>35731011
Eh, give her a chance

>>35731011
> “I can vouch for her.”
It's good to see more friendly faces here :).

>>35731011

>>35731064
One can say we're Super Friends!

>>35731011
>> “Red Tornado, make your own case.”

It seems Atom has talked to the original Red Tornado

>>35731011
>“I can vouch for her.”
She is actually competent, not just adorable.

>>35731011
>“I can vouch for her.”
> “Red Tornado, make your own case.”

She certainly has her heart in the right place and likes to be proactive, but it'd probably help a lot if she can throw in something to convince them.

>>35731011
>I can vouch for her competency, we've had several occasions where I have first hand seen her capabilities. and she is a team player.

>>35731011
>> “I can vouch for her.”
>> “Red Tornado, make your own case.”
If she gets in because we vouch for her, and she doesn't give them a good reason on her own merits, they'll treat her like a sidekick.

> “I can vouch for her.”
> “Red Tornado, make your own case.”

You cross your arms. “I can vouch for her skill and ingenuity. She works well with others as well, I’ve worked closely with her a few times.” You smile at her. “But Red Tornado, you should make your own case, show them what you are made of.”

Red Tornado nods, her cooking pot helmet violently clattering. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” She holds out her arms. “Tornados, on!” Wind starts swirling into the room violently.

“Yeah, yeah! We get it!” yells Atom, quickly stopping the indoor storm. “You can make tornados. Fine. But we can’t just let you in. We’d have to refer you to Hawkman and the Flash first, they induct new members.”

“So I’m in!?” She squees, happily bouncing about the place. Atom groans, holding his head.

Doctor Fate places his hand on your shoulder. “We must discuss things, come with me.” You and him start walking out of the room. “Green Lantern, this may be a stretch, but are you familiar with the Ancient Egyptians?”

> “Of course!”
> “Don’t tell me that our greatest enemy now is a mummy.”
> “Not in particular, Doctor.”
> Write in

>>35731338
>> “Of course!”
Don't underestimate Lumi's love of books, plus the ring knows evrthing

>>35731338
>> “Don’t tell me that our greatest enemy now is a mummy.”
>> “Not in particular, Doctor.”

>>35731338
> “Don’t tell me that our greatest enemy now is a mummy.”

>>35731338
> “Don’t tell me that our greatest enemy now is a mummy.”
Can't say no to a little bit of sass.

>>35731338
>> “Not in depth, Doctor.”

>>35731338
>> “Of course!”
>> “Don’t tell me that our greatest enemy now is a mummy.”

>>35731338
>> “Of course!”
Lumi's a reader, and from what we've seen of her tastes the whole concept of the 'curse of the pharoahs' seems right up her alley.

>>35731338

> “Of course!”

Nerd queen, ho~!

> “Of course!”
> “Don’t tell me that our greatest enemy now is a mummy.”

“Of course I am, Doctor!” Wait. You narrow your eyes. “Our greatest enemy is a mummy now, is it not?”

“No.” Doctor Fate opens up a door, letting you into a rather cozy and well-kept study. You walk in and immediately gravitate towards his sizable book collection. Wow, he has everything, all the classics from Jules Verne, HG Wells, HP Lovecraft, the works! Doctor Fate walks up to his desks, then motions for you to sit. You quickly sit down and wow, this chair is comfortable! “I will be frank, Green Lantern. I have prior experience as an archaeologist, predominantly in the study of the Ancient Egyptians.”

You nod. “I had not noticed.”

He opens up his drawer, then slides over a map with a large red X on it. “During one of my travels, I discovered this tomb. Even with my magical powers, I was not able to open the doors to see what was inside.”

You cross your arms, frowning a bit. “What makes you think I will be able to?”

Another paper is slipped to you. “I found these hieroglyphics on the door. I believe it to be alien in origin.” The hieroglyphics are nothing like you’ve seen in the photos of ancient Egyptian tombs. This is more… strange even. “Can you translate them?”

You present your ring to it.

Through darkest depths and deepest craters,
We will never give up, we always get our man,
Evildoers beware, for justice is our plan

You blink. “It can’t make out the last line.”

“Scratched and dinked, most likely by tomb raiders.” Doctor Fate hands the papers to you. “I want you to investigate this tomb. And report to me what you find. I must stay here, keep the peace. Will you do this?”

> Of course.
> I’ll need help.
> I can’t.
> Write in

>>35731755
>> I’ll need help.
Back up is always appreciated

>>35731755

> Of course.

Not like we have anything to better to do with the planetary arrest. Maybe we'll get some hope to go with that willpower once they hear what's up.

>>35731755
>> Of course.

>>35731755
>Of course.
Something to do for a couple of weeks!

>>35731755
> Of course.

>>35731755
> Of course.
> Write in
"Hey, is it just me, or does that have the same iambic pentameter as the Green Lantern oath?"

>>35731755

>>35731852
this,

> Of course.

You stand up and offer your hand. “Doctor Fate, consider it.” He shakes your hand.

“Good, I eagerly await your return, Green Lantern. In the meantime, you may find me back here.” He tilts his head. “Perhaps we can discuss matters on ancient culture, such as Charlemagne.” Oooh, a smart man. You love it when a man is smart!

You and Doctor Fate leave the room and walk out to see Atom and Red Tornado waiting for you. “Well, what did you two discuss?” asks Atom.

“The Green Lantern will assist me in an investigation,” says Doctor Fate. “We will remain here, and continue our duties as crimefighters and spybusters as normal.” He looks over to Red Tornado. “I will forward your offer to the Flash. He is an amicable man, and he will be glad to know another hero has offered their services.”

The Red Tornado jumps up in glee. “Yes! Thank you!” She happily shakes Doctor Fate’s hand, then looks over to you as you begin leaving. “Oh, Green Lantern!” She quickly jogs up to you. “Can I come with you? You know-“ She assumes an action pose, punching the air. “Sidekick at your side!”

> Not this time.
> Sure.
> Write in

>>35732128
>> Sure.
The more the merrier

>>35732128
>Sure
Inb4 death flags.

>>35732128
>Sure.

If the JSA won't object or doesn't have any training for such for her at this time.

>>35732128
>> Not this time.
Something makes me think this would be a bad idea.

>>35732128
Sure

Wait a tic. Egypt is north Africa, where does that fall in Rommel's campaign?

How far are we into the war now anyway?

>>35732128
> Sure.
Might as well

> Sure.

You smile, wrapping your arm around her and leading her on. “Come on you, we’re going on a trip to the desert!” You look back at Doctor Fate. “Um, Doctor, could you take care of my dog for me?”

Doctor Fate tilts his head. “Dog?” Steel barks, sitting at his feet. The two heroes look down at Steel, confused.

Right, onto the desert!

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-

“It’s so hot!” Red Tornado has said for another thirty times as you scope out the sands of Egypt in search of the tomb. “Can we take a break, GL?” she whines.

“Not yet,” you say. “We’re close, I can feel it.” You project yourself a pair of binoculars to scan the landscape. So much sand, so much sky. You wonder how Doctor Fate has the patience to be an archaeologist in this kind of environment. You sigh, bringing down the binoculars and using the old eyeballs to see what’s what.

“It’s so hot…” She flaps her hand useless, trying to fan herself as you both hover over the landscape.

You look at her. “Maybe you should take off your helmet. It’s probably cooking you in there.”

“NO!” She grabs her helmet. “This helmet conceals my secret identity! I could never…” She sighs, then begins panting. “… so hot.”

> Fine, be that way.
> Come on, take off your helmet.
> Write in

>>35732545
>> Come on, take off your helmet.
We're friends, we won't tell

>>35732545
>> Come on, take off your helmet.

>>35732545
>Come on, take off your helmet.
Your secret is safe with us!

>>35732545
>Come on, take off your helmet.

You can always carry it with you and put it on when we're about to meet or confront some other people.

>>35732545
>Come on, my friend, take off the helmet. You are no good to anyone if you pass out.

Wait, since we're in Africa....what part of the North African campaign are we at?

> Come on, take off your helmet.

You sigh. “Rouge, take your helmet off. You are going to pass out, and you are going to make me worry.” She looks at you, twiddling her fingers. “You can trust me, I will not reveal your secret identity.”

She sighs. “Fiiiiine…” She grabs the handles, then lifts it up. Underneath that helmet was the face of a young girl, with freckles on her cheeks, green eyes, and very lovely flowing red hair. She pouts angrily at you, holding her helmet underarm. “… you can stop looking at me!” she yells.

You quickly go back to scanning the horizon. Oh she was so adorable, you want to take her home now.

Wait, there it is! “There!” you say. You both quickly fly down to where you pointed. You plant your boots down on the stand, to see a very square entrance carved into a sanddune. The doors appear to have been blasted off it seems. “Someone’s beat us here,” you say.

“We can take them!” says Red Tornado. You smile at her. She quickly holds her hands over her face. “Stop looking at me!” You roll your eyes, looking inside. You both walk inside into the dark tomb. You hold up your ring and start projecting a green light for you to guide your way.

You stop, at what appears to be a very long set of stairs leading down into more darkness. You look up to see more hieroglyphics. “Those are the same glyphs that were on the door,” you say. You point your ring at the glyphs.

Through darkest depths and deepest craters,
We will never give up, we always get our man,
Evildoers beware, for justice is our plan
No man escapes the Manhunters

Manhunters? Here?

For one thing, you do not know what Manhunters are but… Hm. “What’s the plan?”

> Contact the Professeur
> Go in deeper
> Yeah, nope, time to bug out
> Write in

>>35732924
>Contact the Professeur

They were mentioned before, and in a way to suggest that they were a pretty big threat to the Lanterns. Might be a good idea to let the rest of the GL know about this.

>>35732924
Crap crap crap...
> Yeah, nope, time to bug out
While we're flying out:
> Contact the Professeur
> Write in
Afterwards, explain to Red Tornado how much trouble we are in.

>>35732924

> Contact the Professeur
> Go in deeper

This is probably above our pay grade, but fuck it! Adventure!

>>35732985
I think you severely misunderestimate how dangerous they are.

>>35732924
>Contact the Professeur

>>35732924
>> Contact the Professeur

>>35732924
>Contact the Professeur
>>35733011
>misunderestimate
bush pls

>>35732924
>> Contact the Professeur

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>>35733011

What could POSSIBLY go wrong?

>>35732924
> Contact the Professeur

Sinestro will want to know about this shit

> Contact the Professeur

“Professeur.” Professeur Sinestro stands upon your ring, hands behind his back, looking quite cross. You smile nervously. “Um, sorry, you must be busy.”

“What is it?” He does not sound happy. Must not be considering he had to bail you out from the Guardians. “I am busy. Make it quick.”

“Professeur, do you know anything about Manhunters?” His glare drops into a confused frown. “We found some kind of tomb with what appears to be their oath on it. And we were wondering if the Manhunters have something to do with the Green Lantern Corps.”

Sinestro hums a bit, tapping his chin. “The Manhunters were the precursors to the Green Lanterns. For unspecified reasons, the Guardians took them offline and scrapped most if not all of them. We know very little else about them. You say have found Manhunters?” You shake your head, shrugging. “Well, I suppose I should take a look around. I will gather a team then meet you down there, Lumiere. Stay where you are, and avoid direct confrontation.” He disappears.

The Red Tornado says, “We can’t stay here!” You narrow your eyes at her. “Someone’s already beaten us here! If they’re down there, maybe they’re trying to use the Manhunters for something.”

> You’re right, we should head down
> No, we stay where we are.
> Write in

>>35733252
> No, we stay where we are, green lanterns are very fast it'll take them an hour at most to get there

not sure if that's true but meh

>>35733252
>> You’re right, we should head down

>>35733252
>You’re right, we should head down

But we might want to update Sinestro on our findings as we proceed inside. We weren't here first, and whoever is in there may know exactly what they're looking for.

>>35733252

> You’re right, we should head down
>"We'll scout in advance and interfere with whoever's trying to bring them back online. Is that acceptable, Professeur?"

>>35733252

Yeah, supporting this.

>>35733252
> You’re right, we should head down

USE STEALTH

>>35733393
We are a glowing green French girl in a tomb with a pan carrying, excitable red girl with us.
Stealth is not an option

>>35733252
>You’re right, we should head down
We can still try to avoid confrontation though.

> You’re right, we should head down

You nod. “Alright, let’s go,” you say. You both start heading down the stairs. The Professeur certainly is not going to like that you’re heading down without his permission. Then again, you could be wasting valuable time staying down there. Oh well, you’ll see when it comes and you’ll meet that train when it arrives at the station.

You continue projecting your ring forward, until finally the stairs level out into a large room. What appear to be giant conveyer belts dot the area, with round silo looking appendages jutting from the walls, and great big barrels strewn about here and there. “Wow…” Red Tornado looks around. “It’s like a factory!”

You blink. “What are the Egyptians doing with a factory?” You continue walking onwards. Then you see a light, at the far end of the room. You and Red Tornado duck down, as you hear indeterminate chanting come from it. It sounds almost robotic in nature.

Red Tornado looks at you, fearfully. “I’ll go in if you go.” You nod, you carefully crouch over to the entrance. You carefully poke your head out. Down there is another hallway, but at the end of it, you can see shadows moving. Like great big men marching with great staves. Then you hear it.

:: Many years ago you shut down because the Guardians no longer believed in your ability to dispense Justice. I have reactivated you because we have a common goal, vengeance. We will see Oa destroyed, and we will see your successors, your pretenders, the Green Lantern Corps, crushed underfoot. ::

[ WE UNDERSTAND ]

No… it can’t be.

:: Show them what it means to be a Manhunter. Show them your determination, your infallibility, your grit and might. ::

[ NO MAN ESCAPES THE MANHUNTERS ]

You growl under your breath. “Legion.”

“Who’s that?” asks Red Tornado.

> “Nobody. Let’s get out of here.”
> “An enemy of the Green Lantern Corps.”
> “About to be stopped. Let’s get him!”
> Write in

>>35733771
> “An enemy of the Green Lantern Corps.

>>35733771
>> “An enemy of the Green Lantern Corps.”

>>35733771
>“Nobody. Let’s get out of here.”

They're about as strong as GLs but probably with more experience. Might be prudent to bow out before we get detected.

>>35733771

> “An enemy of the Green Lantern Corps.”
>Retreat outside, create an ambush

>>35733771
>“Nobody. Let’s get out of here.”
People need to know, before we start a fight.

> “An enemy of the Green Lantern Corps.”

“He’s an enemy of the Green Lantern Corps. And he’s a great threat to everything we stand for.” You sigh. “But we can’t take him on, not just yet. None of us are strong enough to defeat him. He nearly won in a fight with some of our strongest Lanterns. We must wait for reinforcements.”

Red Tornado nods. “Okay, what’s the plan?”

“We head back up. Lay an ambush if they try anything,” you say. You both fistbump in agreement, then stand up and start tiptoeing back to the exit.

Only for Red Tornado to trip and fall over herself. She knocks over a barrel, it loudly clattering and spilling out green liquid all over the floor. You freeze in place, cringing.

The chanting has stopped.

:: You two, investigate that noise. ::

Red Tornado looks up at you, smiling nervously.

> Hide!
> Stand and fight!
> Write in

>>35734116
> Hide!

>>35734116

> Hide!

>>35734116
>Hide!

>>35734116

>Hide!
>Create a construct of ourselves running for the exit

Not like the Manhunters could see a difference between us without any previous knowledge or imagery. They'll just notice our fancy green energy, crush the construct, assume they bagged a Green Lantern because Manhunters 2stronk, and fuck off.

>>35734171
This sounds good.

> Hide!

You quickly grab the barrel and slam it over her, concealing her. You look around for any place to hide. Ah, to hell with it. God give you the cunning to hide! You quickly jump underneath a conveyer belt.

Two giant metal men walk into the area. Their eyes glow red, engulfing the room with some sort of scanner. They march, holding some sort of staff in their hands as they sweep the area. You can see where they look based on which areas glow red under their vision. One bends over, scanning underneath the conveyer belt next to yours.

You quickly duck and slide down underneath one, just as he turns his head to look where you previously were.

You have to get out of here. Professeur, please hurry!

[ NO MAN ESCAPES THE MANHUNTERS. ]

They’re very strict about that, lifting up an entire conveyer belt. You can see how thick their bodies are. They must be strong and yet so light on their feet.

[ GREEN LANTERNS DETECTED ]

You cover your mouth. No!

“Lumiere!” Sinestro and other Green Lanterns have arrived. The Manhunters direct their staffs at them, ready to fire.

Yes, time to ambush them!

> (Roll 2d20 Best of three Will+Shaping)

Rolled 19, 6 = 25 (2d20)

>>35734434
King Kong with 2 Tommy guns

Rolled 19, 11 = 30 (2d20)

>>35734434

A Werewolf (or werewolves). They thought they were hunting a man, but discovered something far worse!

Rolled 20, 2 = 22 (2d20)

>>35734434

>>35734434
We're in Egypt right? Time to wrap them up like mummies.

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>>35734618
how about brain remove tools instead?

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> CRITICAL SUCCESS: WILL

You feel a sudden burst of willpower.

You hop up onto the conveyer belt. The Manhunters quickly turn to face you.

Only to find a growling Werewolf and Mobster King Kong. They stand there, confused for a moment. You wave your arm forth, ordering them. “Attack!” The giant werewolf growls pounces on one, sending him barreling back and over a conveyer belt. The other aims his staff, only to be riddled full of holes by King Kong’s machine guns.

Yes, yes!

The last Manhunter stands up, the Werewolf biting into its neck. King Kong throws his machine guns at him, knocking him off balance. He roars, then jumps and smashes the Manhunter to bits. He tears the arm off and starts further beating down the automaton beast.

You wipe your forehead of sweat to see Professeur Sinestro, Chaselon, Stel, and Rot-Lop-Fan standing there, completely amazed. Professeur Sinestro walks up to you, smirking. “As expected from my most brightest student.” You grin, blushing a bit.

More Manhunters arrive, with Legion leading the pack.

:: Green Lanterns, kill them. ::

Professeur Sinestro looks back at you. “We need a way to stop these Manhunters from breaking free! If they defeat us here, they could overrun your planet!”

> Go find a way to seal the Tomb
> Stand and fight
> Write in

>>35734699
IT IS TIME FOR YOUR LOBOTOMY DR. KLIEN

>>35734794
> Go find a way to seal the Tomb
STOP!
Hammertime

>>35734794
>Rouge seal the tomb!

>>35734794
>Go find a way to seal the Tomb
Time to be proactive!

>>35734794
>Go find a way to seal the Tomb

There's gotta be some sort of containment field or deactivation/EMP bomb thingy here to disable the Martian Manhunters in case they ever got free. Or maybe they just have a profound weakness against sand and stone.

>>35734794
> Write in
Get the guardians online. There must be a deactivation code or a weakness we can exploit.

> Go find a way to seal the Tomb

Red Tornado bursts out of her hiding place. “Here I am!” She generates a blast of wind, throwing several Manhunters off their feet. She flies forth to the safety of the crowd. “Let’s show these metal men who’s boss!” She looks over at Stel. “No offense.” Stel nods.

Chaselon leaps forth, smashing down a Manhunter with his construct drills. Sinestro follows behind, slamming another Manhunter to the ground with a brick wall. The other Manhunters lower their staves and fire. Stel quickly jumps in front of Sinestro and Chaselon and projects a shield. “Lumiere!” yells Sinestro.

There are far too many Manhunters. You look around. These old stones are susceptible to a lot of things, energy blasts, sound… waves. You look over at Rot Lop Fan, apparently unknowing of his purpose. “F-Sharp!” you yell. He looks in your direction. “We need a cave in!”

He nods, then shrieks sharply. The green waves of sound echo through the chamber. Stone starts shattering and crumbling under his cry. Sand starts leaking through the ceiling, then a giant hole opens up. Manhunters in the back are completely buried, while others struggle to make their way out. “Go, go!” yells Sinestro. He puts up a shield above your heads as the sand starts flooding into the room.

You hover up. Then something grabs your leg. “Ah! SINESTRO!” you scream. Legion bursts from the sands, grabbing your leg. Professeur Sinestro looks back, then his eyes widen.

“No!” he yells. He fires off a shot, which bounces harmlessly off of Legion’s armor.

Red Tornado flies in, sweeping away the sand with a powerful wind gust. “Take my hand!” she yells.

> Roll to take her hand! (1d20 best of three)

>>35735190
If it was that simple, we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>35735204
>Roll to take her hand! (1d20 best of three)

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>35735204

>>35735223
>not bearing your shame

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>35735204

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>35735204

>>35735223
ouch, we fucked uo

>>35735223
And this is Sinestro's new supervillain origin story.

Rolled 431 (1d2000)

>>35735223
rip lumiere

>>35735223
So, our hands fall off I guess.

>>35735333
broken ankle/leg I reckon

>>35735223
This is going to be one of those moments, isn't it?

>>35735469
Are you referring to something?

> CRITICAL FAILURE

She’s too far! A blast of sand nearly envelopes her, but swift timing from Chaselon pulls her away. “Green Lantern Berger!” He tries to grab you with a construct, only for Legion to pull in further and block the blast with his arm.

“No!” Sinestro runs up, strutting through the sand. Stel and Rot Lop Fan catch him, pulling him towards the entrance. “No! Let go of me!” He holds out his hand to you. “Lumière! Nooo!”

“Sinestro!” you scream. Not like this! Not like this! “Thaal!” Legion pulls you under the sands.

“No!”

You cover your mouth. You can feel the hard grians of sand invade your eyelids, your nostrils, and your ears. Everything is nothing but a rush of sand. You can’t see, you can’t hear, you can’t do anything but choke. You feel Legion’s hands grab you by the throat, slowly squeezing. No! No!

:: Be thankful, Green Lantern. I will grant you the mercy of a quick death the Guardians denied us.”

No… No! No! Not like this! You present your ring to him. It fizzles and sparks. No! NO! NO! Please, work! Why won’t it work!? You can feel the air leaving you, the tears flowing out of your eyes, the sands sticking to your face.

Please no… Not like this.

No.

No.

>>35735580
Black lantern?

>>35735580
I have hope

Anons. We must not give up hope.

Bleu Lantern Deus Ex Machina or NEW PROTAGONIST: CLARISSA SAVAGE?

>>35735580
-

-

You open your eyes, breathing deeply. You feel so much better now. Just a minute ago you were dying but now…

You sit up, underneath the fine sheets of a blanket. You are still in your Green Lantern outfit. You look around to find yourself in a very fine master bedroom. Yet, you can’t recognize the architecture. Everything seems so alien. You look to see a Power Battery at your night stand. You look again to find curtains, covering up what seems to be a balcony. Where are you?

The door opens up, and in walks a robotic servant. “HELLO GREEN LANTERN BERGER. OUR LORD AND MASTER THAAL SINESTRO WILL BE ELATED YOU ARE AWAKE.” He presents you some tea. “WOULD YOU LIKE SOME TEA? FRESH FROM YOUR EARTHLY GARDENS.”

> Drink tea, drink it like mad.
> “Where am I?”
> “Who are you?”
> Write in

>>35735660

> Drink tea, drink it like mad.
> “Where am I?”
> “Who are you?”

>>35735660
> “Where am I?”
> “Who are you?”

>>35735660
>Drink tea, drink it like mad.
> “Where am I?”
> “Who are you?”

>>35735660
>Drink tea, drink it like mad
>Where am I?

>>35735660
> Drink tea, drink it like mad.
> “Where am I?”
> “Who are you?”

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Did mai husbando Sinestro off planet? I hope the guardians okayed that, I don't want Lumi kicked out (I mean it happened all the time to Hal but we're not affected comic book sales like he was in the 70s and the 80s ... the and 90s)

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> EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

You take the saucer and cup and quickly down it. The hot liquid burns your throat, but it’s enough to remind you that yes indeed, you are alive. Thank God, glory to the Lord! The Robotic Servant pours more tea for you, which you drink, a little more slowly this time. “Where am I? Who are you?”

“I AM LORD THAAL SINESTRO’S TRUSTED SERVANT. YOU ARE ON THE PLANET KORUGAR, HOME TO THAAL SINESTRO AND CENTRAL POINT OF SPACE SECTOR 1417 AS DIVIDED BY THE GUARIDANS,” the Robot explains. He pours another cup of tea. “ANOTHER CUP?”

You’re about to take it, when the man himself comes in. Professeur Sinestro, wearing his Green Lantern Uniform, but adding on a mighty green cape with a brooch in the symbol of the Green Lantern Corps. He smiles, holding his arms wide. “Lumière.”

You place down your cup and saucer, then hop off the bed. You immediately hug him as tightly as you can. He is real! This isn’t heaven at all! Everything is real, so real! “Professeur!” You feel a lump in your throat. Oh, you’re close to crying. “Professeur…”

“Sssh.” He pats your back, warmly. “It is okay, my student. You are safe.”

“How?” You look up at him, wiping a tear out of your eye. “How did you save me?”

“It was not easy. Truth be told, when I ran into the sands to save you, you were already dead. Clinically.” You gasp. “But Chaselon managed to revive you, long enough for me to take you to Korugar, with the Guardians’ permission. You have been recovering for about a few of your Earth days.” He smiles, brushing a few stray locks from your eyes. “Do not worry, you are safe now. And I invite you to stay a while on my home planet.”

> “I’d love to.”
> “I can’t, I must return to Earth.”
> Write in

>>35736030
>>> “I’d love to.”
SENPAI ROUTE - ENGAGE

>>35736030
> “I’d love to.”

Probably lost the waitress by now anyways

>>35736030
> “I’d love to.”

>>35736030
>> “I’d love to.”
ask if are dog is ok

>>35736030
>> “I can’t, I must return to Earth.”

>>35736030
>Write in

How long is "a while"?

Because there's a war going on. And some unresolved stuff with the JSA. Red Tornado must be freaking out right now. And Schteel, too! We should at least let everyone know we're OK. Maybe apologize to our boss in that one cafe about our long periods of being absent.

>>35736030
>> “I can’t, I must return to Earth.”
>>35736126
This

>>35736030
> “I’d love to.”
> Write in
Do you have a communicator to earth? I need to earn them of everything that happened.

> “I’d love to.”

You grin. “I would love to, Professeur. Absolument! How long?”

Sinestro shrugs. “As long as you would like. I know I should not keep you long, you have duties on Earth. In the meantime, rest up, wash up. I have some matters I must attend to very quickly, I apologize. My Servant will be here in case you need him.”

You nod, stepping back and looking around the room. Oh, it feels like being a Princess in here! Your very own master bedroom! Ehehe! “Merci beaucoup.” He nods, then leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

You giggle, skipping over to the bathroom. It is time for a bath and a quick brush of the teeth-

Your ring beeps. Oh, please. You hold up your ring. “Allo?”

“Green Lantern Berger. It is Tomar-Re.” He doesn’t come up in visual like other messages. “Salaak has just informed us that you are quite better now. That is good, very good.” He sounds distressed, strange. “Has Sinestro done anything?”

You roll your eyes. Tomar-Re is investigating those bogus claims of power abuse, of course. He probably knows you’re on Korugar by now. “No, Tomar-Re, he has not. Why?”

“Because the second ring of 1417, his Sector, has not been accounted for. We cannot track it anywhere. It is as if it has completely disappeared. Sinestro will not allow anyone near his home planet, let alone his Sector.” Okay, that is slightly strange. “Green Lantern Berger, we must ask that you investigate this matter for us. I cannot talk long, he may be tracking messages. We will be in contact.” The ring dims, the message over.

Hm. Well…?

> Nope, go take a bath
> Might be worth investigating.
> Write in

>>35736518
>Nope, go take a bath
The Professeur abusing his power? Inconceivable!

>>35736518
> Nope, go take a bath

we'll do it eventually.

>>35736518
>Nope, go take a bath

Think about it in the bath.

> Nope, go take a bath

Sinestro up to something bad? INCONCEIVABLE!!!

> Take a walk around town.

Time to explore this strange new world and go where no French girl has gone before.

>>35736518
>Nope, go take a bath

One of the most distinguished Green Lanterns in existence and in recent history abusing his power and claiming dominion over others? That's ridiculous. This isn't a comic book or one of those adventure novels. There would have been plenty of warning beforehand. They're probably being extra paranoid and stuff because of recent events.

>>35736518
> Might be worth investigating.
This is actually something serious. We can hop off Sinestros dick long enough to investigate, I would hope.

>>35736518
> Nope, go take a bath
> Write in
Maybe tell Sinestro. The Lanterns are worried about the other ring.

Maybe the Manhunters got him/her/it?

>>35736518
> Might be worth investigating.
I know this is going to be outvoted but can we please be serious here? They wouldn't have said anything if they didn't have reason to suspect something is wrong.

>>35736518
>> Might be worth investigating.

>>35736706
Dude they're shitty leaders. Don't you remember the whole
>Let's send in our best!
>Should we let the person who's home planet it is guide our best?
>NOPE
>OH NO THEY AREN'T RESPONDING
>ROOKIE WHO LIVES ON THAT PLANET, GO RESCUE OUR BEST LANTERNS AND DEFEAT WHATEVER DEFEATED TIME WITH YOUR RING AND THIS NERD HERE.
thing?
>>35736518

> Nope, go take a bath

>>35736706
Dude, we just died. Bath now.

>>35736755
>>35736812
It just seems like everyone voting for bath intends to dismiss the problem entirely. I'd rather hope that's not the case.

>>35736518
>Might be worth investigating.

> Nope, go take a shower.

You sigh, stripping out of your clothes then pouring yourself a bath. God, even his bathrooms are lovely! It’s as if you were taking a bath in the home of the Lord himself! You giggle happily, covering yourself with your hands as you test the water. Ah, hot as can be. You moan happily as you lower yourself into the hot steamy bath, then lie back.

Oh, God have mercy.

…

You look to the side, to see the Robot Servant. “I AM HERE IF YOU NEED ME.”

You narrow your eyes. “Could you not? I would prefer to bath alone,” you say.

“I AM NOT TO LEAVE YOUR SIDE,” says the Servant.

Hmph. You suppose it is just Professeur being a bit cautious. Oh well, you take a sponge and some of his very exotic alien soap, then kick your leg upward. Hmph, you may not have breasts like Clarissa Savage, but you make up for it in legs! You gently lather your leg with the soap, quietly singing to yourself in French.

Though, you must admit. Something about the situation is odd. Wouldn’t the Professeur have a backup Lantern? You did. And even then, the ring usually finds people quickly thanks to Mogo. How would it have gotten lost so quickly? This merits some investigation you suppose but…

No, no. The Guardians are being paranoid. This is your teacher, nay, your new father you are speaking of! To heck with your coward of an old one.

There is a knock at the door. “Lumière. May I come in? This is something important.”

> “I’M BATHING!”
> “Oui, come in.”
> “Not now.”
> Write in

>>35736880
We know it's serious, but we're playing in character

>>35736925
>> “Oui, come in.”

>>35736925
> “Not now.”

>Quickly change

>>35736925
>“Oui, come in.”
Of course!

>>35736925
> “Oui, come in.”

we can try to use sex appeal to get him flustered to give us info and hot dickings

>>35736925
> “Oui, come in.”
No shame

>>35736925
>> “I’M BATHING!”
>> "... You can come in if you want..."

>>35736925
Once again, French.
> come on in

>>35736925
>“Oui, come in.”

The GL costume manifests really quickly if the GL in question wants it to, right? It wouldn't take too long for Lumiere to quickly towel off and then don her costume again.

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>>35737038
>if the GL in question wants it to, right?

That's the real question isn't it?

>>35737117
Lel

> “Oui, come in.”

You nod. “Oui, oui. Come in!” He’s an alien anyway. He probably isn’t attracted to the human body. He opens up the door, and his eyes briefly widen upon seeing you in the bath.

Okay, maybe you are wrong. You quickly cover yourself with your hands.

“Well, Lumière. Let me ask a question. Have the Green Lanterns contacted you about the second ring?” You tilt your head. “Or anything regarding my Sector?”

You blink. You don’t want to lie, but you’re not sure if you should tell the truth. “Um, why?”

Sinestro sighs, turning to the face the mirror. “I have served the Green Lantern Corps faithfully for much of my life, Lumière. The Corps is my life, and yet there are those who question my loyalty. They think me to be some traitor in their ranks. I say phooey to them, they know not what they speak.” He leans forward on the sink, glaring at himself. “I am no traitor. I simply know that this is not a universe of absolutes.”

You nod. “I see, Professeur. So, you are no traitor?”

He smiles at you. “I will never betray the Corps or its ideals. We are to maintain order in the universe, and I do it now, almost as well as the Puffball Collective.” He kneels down by your bath, again brush your wet locks from your eyes. “Fear not, Lumière. I will be as truthful to you as possible. I am doing nothing wrong. I promise you.”

> “What about the other ring?”
> “Thank you.”
> “Can you please leave now? I’m bathing.”
> Write in

>>35737306
>> “What about the other ring?”

>>35737306
>“What about the other ring?”

>>35737306
>“Thank you.”
>“What about the other ring?”
>Write in
"Do you think it might have been intercepted en route?"

Despite my years of GL reading screaming at me, Lumi has no in character reason to suspect Thal of wrong doing yet

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>>35737306
>> “Thank you.”
>> “What about the other ring?”

Both of these, in that order

>>35737306
> “Thank you.”
> Write in
"Of course I trust you, you are no traitor, you are a hero of the green Lantern corps. People don't trust a righteous man, they are just jealous and want to see you fall. "
> “What about the other ring?”

>>35737306
> “What about the other ring?”
> “Thank you.”

>>35737306
>You nod. “Oui, oui. Come in!” He’s an alien anyway. He probably isn’t attracted to the human body. He opens up the door, and his eyes briefly widen upon seeing you in the bath.
>Okay, maybe you are wrong. You quickly cover yourself with your hands.

Aww, that makes sense I think the last two aliens who saw us like this didn't care.

> “What about the other ring?”
> “Thank you.”

> “What about the other ring?”
> “Thank you.”

You smile at him. “Merci, Professeur. Thank you.” Your smile drops however. “But, what about the other ring?”

“Pardon?” His eyebrow quirks a bit.

“The other ring, for the other Lantern of 1417. Was it intercepted or stolen or something?” you ask.

Sinestro takes your hand, clasping it within his. You blush a bit, looking downwards. “Lumière, rest assured. The ring is safe. I know where it is in fact. But I will choose its user when I say so.” What? Only Mogo has that authority. You’re about to say something, when he presses his finger to your lips, shushing you. “Think nothing of it.” He stands up, letting go. “I have business to attend to. I will be in my study if you need me.”

You nod, watching him as he leaves. The Servant continues to watch over you.

Okay, now this is getting strange. The Professeur only has authority over his ring. Unoccupied ones are driven by Mogo and the Guardians. You sigh, as nice as this bath is, you need to investigate this. You stand up, and hop out. You dry yourself quickly, then project your uniform back on. You walk to the door.

The Servant blocks your way. “YOUR BATH IS NOT FINISHED, GREEN LANTERN BERGER. STAY A LITTLE LONGER.”

> “Out of my way.”
> Perhaps he’s right.
> Destroy the Servant.
> Write in

>>35737577
To be fair he's essentially a pink skinned, mustached human.

>>35737625
>“Out of my way.”
The game is afoot!

>>35737625
>Perhaps he's right.

The Guardians are really just incompetent assholes. Sinestro is way more trustworthy than them. If he says it's fine, it'll probably be fine.

>>35737625
>> “Out of my way.”
Of all the excuses... our bath is done when WE say it's done, not some tin can.

>>35737625
> “Out of my way.”
Oh now that certainly isn't suspicious at all, trying to keeep us in here for some reason.

>>35737625
> Write in
Contact Mogo. Is Sinestro allowed to handle the other ring?

>>35737625
>> “Out of my way.”

We stay wet any longer and we'll prune!

>>35737625
>“Out of my way.”
Don't be one of those creepy robots.

>>35737625
> “Out of my way.”

>>35737707
this too

>>35737707
Of course he isn't.

> “Out of my way.”

You push him aside. “Out of my way.” He does nothing but stare at you as you step out of the bathroom, then follow you as you continue on. You pull up your ring and start up the tracker.

> INITIATING TRACKING PROTOCOL…
> POWER RING B-1417.

The ring beeps. It’s a very faint signal, but it’s there. You exit your room, then walk the well-kept halls of what you think to be Sinestro’s mansion. The Servant continues to follow you, keeping his distance. Perhaps that is the Professeur’s way of keeping a tab on you. It’s certainly something but you’d rather be alone right now. It beeps again, and you continue on with will and instinct.

Finally, you reach some sort of living area. On one side is a balcony and windows, completely covered with curtains like the one in your bedroom. A pair of couches face the fireplace in a triangular formation, with a little coffee table in between. Books as well line his shelves. Above the fireplace is a full-body portrait of Professeur Sinestro himself, in lordly Green Lantern Regalia. Hm. The Professeur seems to have a high opinion of himself.

Well, you did figure that out the minute you met him.

The ring beeps again. The other ring must be here, and if adventure novels have taught you anything it’s behind the portrait. You carefully will the portrait off the wall, revealing a safe behind it, covered in yellow.

You sigh. Of course it’s yellow. The Servant manages to catch up with you. “PERHAPS YOU SHOULD REST IN YOUR ROOM.”

You look back at him. That might work.

[1/2]

>>35737990
[2/2]

You slam the Servant into the safe, cracking it open. You toss him aside, then hop onto the fireplace, and pull it open. Inside is a yellow jewelry box. You grab it, then step onto the rug. You open it up to reveal the Power Ring, glowing green, bounded to the yellow interior. It shakes and struggles, trying to break free like a prisoner.

Why would the Professeur-

“Lumière. What are you doing?” You look back to see Sinestro, looking very disappointed at you. He holds two glasses of what you assume to be wine.

“Why is the ring locked up like this?” you ask.

“Safety,” he says. “It is one of the most powerful objects in the universe. Can’t let the average person have it. In my care, it will never fall into the wrong hands.” He walks up to you, offering a glass.

“But-“ You look over to the curtains. “The Guardians said it, two lanterns to a sector now! This Ring needs to find its rightful owner! And you-“ He offers you the glass.

“Come have a drink with me,” he says. “Don’t worry, you are on a different planet. No drinking laws.”

> “No!”
> “What are you hiding behind those curtains!?”
> “Fine.”
> Write in

>>35738027
> “What are you hiding behind those curtains!?”

Maybe its candy?

>>35738027
> “Fine.”

Let's hear him out.

>>35738027
>> “Fine.”

trust in professor sinestro

>>35738027
> “Fine.”

>>35738027
>> “Fine.”
>Explain

>>35738027
>“Fine.”
Well, let's not actually drink anything, but I want to hear how he tries to spin this.

>>35738027
>> “What are you hiding behind those curtains!?”

>>35738143
I gatta say I'm all for agreeing with him. He brought us back to life. The guardians are dicks.

>>35738027
> Write in
"why are you doing this? Trust me, I know how incompetent the guardians are. But I fail to see anything wrong with the selection process."

>>35738027

Is Sinestro implying that Lumiere is too young to drink?

>>35738165
Well besides the one side that wants to go sinestro route (not sure if joking or nor) we do owe him to sit down and listen to him

>>35738027
"Professeur. Just- please tell me what's going on."

>>35738027
> “What are you hiding behind those curtains!?”
so ya after seeing everything sinestro has gone full badguy

>>35738190
She's late teens.. I think. Drinking age in U.S. where schteel is from is 21

>>35738222
In our timeline the americans are still mostly irrelevant

>>35738027
> "Fine."
We'll listen, but no drinking, who knows if he drugged it or not.

>>35738222

Oh, I know that, but I thought the drinking age overseas were more relaxed than over here, even back in the WW eras. Purchasing laws notwithstanding.

You'd think Professeur would pick a less AUTHORITARIAN part of Korugar for R&R and romancing(?) Lumi.

>>35738361
I think romancing Lumi is kind of weird. I think Sinestro had a daughter around Lumi's age

>>35738361
I think it's less romance and more playing to her weaknesses to keep her from questioning things.

>>35738430
He probably see's her that way.

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>>35738430
So what? Soranik can call Lumi "Mom" and we can braid each other's hair, share clothes. It'll be fun.

assuming she's a thing in this universe.

>>35738430
And suddenly a great many of our interactions make much more sense.

>>35738430
>>35738474
It would be better for sinestro to be completely honest with us

> “Fine.”

You take the glass, glaring at the red liquid inside it, then sigh. “Explain yourself.” He nods, motioning for you sit at a couch. You sit down, and he sits down as well, very close to you. “What is happening here? What are you doing?”

“I explained myself earlier. I do not trust the Guardians or Mogo, trustworthy as he is, to choose the new Green Lantern of 1417. I have kept this Sector safe for so long. I cannot have a rookie Lantern ruin it for me.”

You place the wine down on the table. “But Professeur, I mean… I-“

“Take you and Clarissa Savage for example. Already she is taking your place. She dabbles with Kilowog and the Guardians, and she polices your Sector. But do you trust her?”

You narrow your eyes. “That is not relevant.”

He rolls his eyes. “Sure it is not.” He takes a sip, then places his glass down on the table. He scoots closer, pressing his leg against yours. You blink, scooting back a bit. “Listen, what I have here is one of the most safest Sectors in the Universe. And if I had my way, I would do the same with the rest. There is so much more I could teach you.” He gently places his hand on your thigh. You blush heavily, looking him in the eye. What is he-? “There is much I could show you.”

You swallow heavily. “P-Professeur, this is inappropriate. I-“ You look to the curtains.

He looks to the curtains as well. “Would you like to see?”

[1/2]

>>35738535
[2/2]

Oh, anything to get away from this! You stand up and stomp over to the curtains. You throw them open.

… Good Lord. Green Banners of the Green Lantern Corps fly across skyscrapers. Sinestro’s face is broadcasted across the city with flying robots. “… know that I, your Lord and Master, Thaal Sinestro, am doing this for your own protection. Your neighbor may be arrested, like your children, or your relatives. But know that all have the capacity to commit crimes, and all have the same capacity to take a life. That will not happen under my rule.”

No. No… You cover your mouth, that lump in your throat returning. But not in a good way. Tears start flowing from your eyes. Sinestro walks up behind you, then places his hands on your hips. “Is it not beautiful? Order, across an entire planet.”

You quietly whisper, “You monster…”

“Call me a monster if you wish, you will thank me, and so will they,” he says bluntly. “This is the safest planet in my entire Sector.” He bends down slightly, bringing his mouth to your ear. “And if you stay, I can teach you. Show you how to make your planet safe and orderly as well.” Not like this. “The Green Lanterns are sending a force to capture me.” What?

“How?”

He points down to your ring, which has been glowing without your knowledge. “They have been listening. The Ring works both ways. They are coming for me. They look at this, and reject it.” He places a hand on your shoulder. “Lumière, help me fight them.”

“What?” you blink, looking up at him. He takes your chin, running his fingers below your jaw. “B-but…”

“I can show you so much.” He leans in, slowly. “I can be your guide. And so much more. Join me.”

> “Okay.”
> “Never.”
> Write in

>>35738558
> “Okay.”

>>35738558
>“Okay.”

It's ahppening.

>>35738558
Okay.

>>35738558
[X] “Okay.”

>>35738558
>> “Never.”

>>35738558
>“Never.”
Never again. After what Vandal Savage did to my home, did you really think I would support such tyranny?

>>35738558
>“Never.”

>>35738558
>“Okay.”

>>35738558
>Never

World War 2. Nazis. France. Yeah.

>>35738558
>> “Okay.”

Because of reasons. Aw yiss.

>>35738558
> “Never.”
> Write in
"Sorry Professeur but fascism is a real turn off for me. I am promise I will visit you in the science cells when ever I can.

>>35738558
>"This is what the Nazis did to my homeland. In the name of German "Security" and "Wellfare"

Also him doing that is kind of creepy, bad touch

>>35738558
>> Write in
There has the be a better way

>>35738558
> “Okay.”

Professor route is go!

>>35738558
>“Never.”

He's no better than the Nazis!

>>35738558
>“Never.”
Let's not be fascists.

>>35738558
>> “Never.”
>>35738605
Supporting this.

>>35738558
> “Okay.”

Search your heart, you know it to be true.

>>35738558
>“Okay.”

Well shit, I can't resist this. Sowwy guys.

>>35738558
>> “Never.”


Christ.....this is going to be as bad as the whole Fairless debacle.

>>35738558
> “Never.”

Nazis are bad yo

he's my husbando too, but going with this is OOC.

>>35738558
>>Okay
>>35738647
Nothing to be sorry for! Though.. a final destination vote may be needed...

>>35738628

If only he had gone full Ur-Quan instead of full Third Reich.

>>35738558
> “Never.”

>>35738558
> “Never.”

>>35738558
>> “Never.”

>"Never."

The Nazi undertones are too strong.

>>35738558
>“Okay.”

Husbando is always right.

>>35738558
[x] Okay

>>35738558
> "Never."

>>35738558
>> “Never.”

>>35738558
>> “Never.”

>>35738558
> “Okay.”

>>35738558
>Never
Time to stop lurking since this is closer than I thought it would be.

>>35738558
>>"Okay."

>>35738558
>> “Never.”

>>35738558
> “Okay.”

Now we just need a yellow ring...

>>35738726
Same fagging is strong in this vote anon. Both sides are guilty.

>>35738558
> “Okay.”
Sinestro is love. Professor is life!

>>35738558
> “Never.”

we'll have more opportunities for best ship later

>>35738739
Maybe I'm being idealistic, but I just think that it's the importance of this choice calling the lurkers to vote.

>>35738558
> Write in
"Order like this is wrong and can never last forever. But, I've seen how blind the Guardians can be and I won't let those pompous fools take you."

>>35738739

I'd be backing Sinestro if he just wanted to depose the Guardians and stuff, but such is life in glorious Korugar.

>>35738558
> “Never.”
We saved the universe from the nazis a couple threads ago. Why pick them now?

>>35738739
Agreed, I say sudden death Vote needs to be used.

>>35738558
> Write in
"convince me. Convince me they you are better than savage. "

>>35738764
Idealistic as HELL. Like you're tripping sinestro levels.

>>35738558
> “Never.”

>>35738739
Of course. I just thought this stuff would turn off most of the Yellow supporters.

Votes closed.

Can someone explain to me that accepting will be in character?

I mean besides shipping sinestro? Why would Lumi accept this is just like what Vandel Savage and Hitler want to achieve and Sinestro had done to an entire galaxy.

It's simple. The Nazi's where committing GENOCIDE. Their vision of order was corrupt. Sinestro isn't. He's stopping crime. Everyone is free to make mistakes... but they will be punished for them. If you're too simplistic to see the difference you are a fool!

Fifteen for, twenty-two against.

>>35738558
"I can't- I don't know if I can agree with this. It's so much like home. At its worst.
But... I trust you, professeur. You say you want to show me? Show me. Convince me that... this... is right."
There is still hope. It's faint, but it's there.

>>35738813
Yeah no fucking way that many people are actually here.. on either side.

>>35738796
I'm pretty sure it's all Sinestro shipping. I wish people would stop being so blindly loyal to him.

>>35738799

If this Sinestro is anything like his comics version, he wants the universe to walk in perfect lockstep to his beat. Woe be to those who don't.

That's a bit better than what the Nazis had in mind, but not much more so.

>>35738796
This isn't hilter. This is order. Actual Order. Not war... death murder. Destruction of races based on ethnicity.

But simplistic view is OH MAH GOD NAZI'S

>>35738837
Demagouged race/class conflict vs draconian law/Pleasantville.

The distinction is so clear cut.

>>35738845
tl;dr using the power of fear means you can avoid bloodshed.

It's weaponized Diplomancy.

Don't you want that?

>>35738222
Drinking age? Bitch Lumi is from Europe, during WWII.

Haha! France