>>35894813
>> “I won’t.”

>>35894813
> “Go away.”
> “I won’t.”
> Write in
"What's the point? Either I have to take Sinestro down, or Sinestro continues to play Herr Hitler. What's the point of even fighting even more?"

>>35894813
>> “Go away.”
Lumi is busy dying inside

>>35894813
>“I can’t.”

>>35894813
>> Write in

>>35894813
>Alright

>>35894813
>Write in

If you can think of a way to get ourselves free, then I'm all ears. I really can't do anything about this cage.

>>35894867
That doesn't make much sense. Isn't that the point of fighting?

>>35894813
>> “Go away.”
> “I can’t.”

>>35894902
Meaning she's conflicting in fighting Sinestro, she still has issues processing that he's not the paragon she thought he was.

>>35894902
She's having a hellish moment. She can brood and cry for a bit. Her hero figure is hitler.

>>35894813
> “Go away.”
> “I can’t.”
> “I won’t.”

ALL Three please!

> “No.”

“Casse-toi, Madam Tui.” You shift your body, turning away from her. “I’m done. I can’t. I won’t! Just when I thought I found a father to be proud of… he does this to me. Just go away, leave me alone.” You bury your head in your arms, drenching them with your tears. “I can’t do it.”

“Green Lantern. You’re a peacekeeper. I’ve heard stories about other Lanterns, how they make safe their sectors, how they keep order on worlds apart.” Madam Tui just won’t leave you alone. “You are braver than you think you are. You just have to show it.” She’s quiet for a second. “For goodness sakes. Please, you have to try.”

“Other Lanterns are coming,” you say. “They’ll free us. They’ll take him down without me.”

Another Korugan says, “So what?! You’re just going to let us rot here until they come? How do we even know they’re coming?”

“Yeah!” A third Korugan joins in. “You can’t just let us stay here! Who knows how long it’ll be.”

Madam Tui quietens them. “Guys, please.” She goes back to you. “Green Lantern, come on. At least me know how you feel about this.”

You don’t know how you feel.

Though, now that you think on it.

You feel…

> Sad.
> Angry.
> Hurt.
> Write in

>>35895157
>Sad.

>>35895157
> Sad.

>>35895157
>> Hurt.
Betrayed

>>35895157
>> Angry.
>> Hurt.

>>35895157
>hurt

>>35895157
> Sad.
> Angry.
> Hurt.
> Betrayed.

>>35895157
> Sad.
> Angry.
> Hurt.
> Write in
Betrayed.

Imagined if it turns out your new father figure turned out to be Hitler? How would you feel?

>>35895157
> Hurt.

>>35895157
> Angry.
> Hurt.

>>35895157
>Angry

>>35895157
>Sad.
>Angry.
>Hurt.
>Betrayed

A whirlwind of emotions!

>>35895157
>Tired.

>>35895157
>Hurt

>>35895157
> Angry.

>>35895391
Yep

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> All of the above

You cross your arms, standing up. “Madam Tui. I am hurt. So hurt right now. Sinestro was like a father to me. He was a better father to me than my own father was! Sure, he was harsh at times, but all fathers are! This… I can’t believe he would come to this!” You grab one of the bars of your cage. “I can’t begin to describe how betrayed I feel!”

Madam Tui nods. “Green Lantern-“

“And what’s more…” You grip the bar tight. “I can’t begin to describe how angry I am! How furious he has made me!” You let go and punch the bar. The pain barely registers through your knuckles. “His deceit!“ You punch the bar again, bending it outwards. “His treachery!” You punch the bar again, the gonging ringing through the basement. “His lies!” You smash the bar open.

“Everything was a lie!” You cry. “All of it!” You punch another bar out. You can feel blood pool in your gloves. “All of it…” You wipe the tears from your eyes, then you realize something.

You just punched your way out of your cage. You quickly scan the composition of the metal with your ring.

> 95% GOLD, 5% VARIOUS METALS

Huh, who knew gold was that soft?

The other Korugans stand up, surprised. “Hey, you’re free!” says one of them. “Quick, let us out of here!” They all start shouting at you, ringing their bars with tin cups, getting your attention. The only who isn’t is Madam Tui, who just looks at you, as if she were afraid of you.

> No, you all need to stay here for your own safety.
> Fine, but you stay here.
> Alright, let’s get out of here together.
> Write in

>>35895529
>Alright, let’s get out of here together.
Time for a prison break!

>>35895529
>> Alright, let’s get out of here together.
They've been held prisoner long enough

>>35895529
>Alright, let’s get out of here together.

>>35895529
>> No, you all need to stay here for your own safety.

>>35895529
> Write in
If I let you guys go, what will you do?

Also, why are you guys even in here for?

>>35895529
> No, you all need to stay here for your own safety.

>>35895529
Aaaw Yes delicious Rage.

> Alright, let’s get out of here together.

Maybe we shouldn't let them free, i mean they could all evil or some shit. Lets wait until sinestro is deal with

>>35895529
Red Lantern Lumi when?

>>35895529
>Fine, but you stay here. Don't want any of you getting killed.

>>35895607
>Implying she wont turn to yellow from the fear of getting betrayed again

>>35895607
Maybe, Red Lanterns are suppose to be chosen from rage born from losing a loved one, normally that means death, I'm not sure about betrayal though, I doubt it but hey who knows.

>>35895529
We should give them golden bars to defeat sinestro. Unless he already forged a yellow ring

>>35895607
Depends, are Red Lantern the GLTAS type, or the plasma vomiting, rageaholics from the comics.

>>35895607
Red or Yellow at this point.

Red for hating him and his Nazi filth HE MADE US LOOK UP TO HIM WE BELIEVED IN HIM!

Yellow as another said for fear of betrayal. We trusted him... perhaps everyone else is just waiting for their chance to stab Lumi in the back. Save for Mogo he seems legit.

>>35895819
Yellow Lantern is actually the ability to project or cause fear in others. There is an obvious weak point in this.

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>>35895753
>comics version will replace your blood with its plasma napalm and effectively become your heart. removal equals death iirc

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> Alright, let’s get out of here together.

You slice their chains, and their cages to pieces. Madam Tui’s chain is cleaved in two by a slice of your willpower energy. All the Korugans pat your shoulder, thanking you eagerly as they pass on and grab cut rods, chains, and other makeshift weapons for a breakout. Madam Tui walks up to you. “Are you okay, Green Lantern?”

“Never better,” you say. You shake your head. You’re seeing red now, but you have to keep it contained. Don’t let it explode out. “I hope I will not regret freeing you.”

Madam Tui crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes. “I was a leader of the Korugan Resistance against Thaal Sinestro’s rule. The other Korugans here are members of our Resistance, leaders, soldiers, the important ones. We all fight against him as you do now.” You look away at the word “fight”. Madam Tui places her hand on your shoulder. “We only wish to see him brought to justice. And I wish to see the legacy of the Green Lanterns restored. We must work together.”

You nod. “Fine then.” You and her lead the Korugans up the stairs out of the basement. You bust down the door and look around. You’re in a very discrete hallway, nothing too suspicious about it. Madam Tui and another Korugan stand behind you, keeping watch.

“Alright, we will follow your lead, Green Lantern,” she says.

> “Wreak havoc. I will call for help.”
> “We find Sinestro and end this.”
> Write in

>>35895858
> “We find Sinestro and end this.”

>>35895858
> “Wreak havoc. I will call for help.”
Sinestro has an ultra boner for order. Everybody starts jaywalking and he will lose his shit.

>>35895858
>> Write in
Let's head for the locked-up Ring, we could use a bit of back up here

>>35895858
> Write in
Is there a communicator we can use to call Oa?

>>35895858
>Find Sinestro and end this.

>>35895858
> “Wreak havoc. I will call for help.”

>>35895869
>>35895922
Small question, how do we plan on confronting Sinestro? I'm just curious?

>>35895858
>“Wreak havoc. I will call for help.”

>>35895893
Yes, our ring does that. We can probably have them remove his ring also.

>>35895972
But he took our ring. So we either need to get it back, or find another way to link up with Oa.

>>35895858
> “We find Sinestro and end this.”

>>35895858

I'll second finding that ring that Sinestro locked up. We'll need a way to communicate to Oa and possibly get another GL in the process.

>>35895858
>> “We find Sinestro and end this.”

>>35895858
>> “We find Sinestro and end this.”

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either way.

be prepared.
where is some paint?

>>35895993
No we have our ring, it's why he put us in a gold cage,plus
> Madam Tui’s chain is cleaved in two by a slice of your willpower energy.

>>35896044
John Wayne Batman was super not good

>>35896049
Or we dont and it's amazing that we just did that...

>>35896044
That batman was such an asshole.

>>35896049
If he let us keep our ring then he is an idiot.

>>35896059
well duh, nobody is saying that here. Just paint everybody yellow before we go apeshit is all I'm saying.

>>35896044
source?

>>35896117
All Star Batman and Robin I believe

>>35896099
These are magic space rings, they don't just come off when you pull

>>35896117
All Star Batman and Robin by Frank Miller and Jim Lee

its shit, Miller was(and still is) crazy when this came out.

Allstar Superman by Morrison is much more fun.

>>35896157
All Star Superman was amazing

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>>35896154
Actually...

>>35895753

How do GLTAS-type Red Lanterns work?

>>35896157
>its shit, Miller was(and still is) crazy when this came out.

Talk about blue pilled. Frank Miller is right about everything.

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>>35896099
Yellow cage but he did bring a french girl in WWII times to his fascist planet and thought she'd love it.

another man's sense of reason destroyed by his desire for booty.

I still ship it, its just on hiatus

>>35896199
Not like the comics. More sane and rational, had a invasion fleet and drones, kinda like a mirror to the Green Lantern core, more cartoonishly evil.

I'm trying to find that good comic page that perfectly describes comic Atrocitus of the red lantern core.

>>35896202
>Frank Miller is right about everything.
>in ASB&R, the Joker had consensual sex with the female DA before he killed her.

everything that man wrote post 9/11 has been shit.

>>35896228
It's too bad Sinestro didn't address the context behind Lumi's revulsion.

>>35896269
In the comics wasn't Atrocitus the only Red Lantern that wasn't constantly in a berserker rage?

>>35896274
>in ASB&R, the Joker had consensual sex with the female DA before he killed her.
sounds like fun

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>>35896274
>in my headcanon, the Joker doesn't have consensual sex with anybody

That's nice.

>9/11 was an inside job
>Bush lied people died
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/american-soldiers-exposed-to-chemical-weapons-during-iraq-war/

You're living in a fantasy world, libfag

>>35896304
I'm still mad we didn't get to take schway with us, did anyone even say it when we were in BatmanBeyond world?

> “We find Sinestro and end this.”

“We find Sinestro, we end this now. Now come on!” They all cheer and shout, following you Madam Tui through the hallways. Sinestro is bound to know you’re gone by now, but hopefully you’ll come meet him face to face.

You bust down another ornate door, finding yourself in another hallway. This great big mansion of his is only a greater show of his hubris! Why, if there weren’t innocent people in here right now right behind you, you’d be tearing this place to pieces!

Out of the walls comes a row of robotic servants. They brandish great big stunprods. “HALT IN THE NAME OF THE LORD SINESTRO’S LAWS,” they shout. One of the Korugans responds with a vase to the face, shattering them both completely. They rush forward, as do the Korugans. You slice and blast robots to pieces, stepping out of the melee with Madam Katma Tui.

“Where could Sinestro be?” asks Madam Tui.

You probably know where.

-

-

You and her bust down the door to your bedroom. Sinestro is there on the balcony, his hands gripping the rail. You brandish your ring at him. “It’s over, Sinestro!” you yell. “I am going to take you down and make you pay for your crimes?”

Sinestro looks back, quirking his brow. “Crimes? I have done nothing wrong. The only crime here is that you blatantly disobeyed me.” He turns his whole body around, throwing off the mighty cape, another sign of his arrogance. “A shame, I trusted you, Lumiere. And now it’s come to this.” He brings up his ring.

Madam Tui steps in front of you, surprising you. “If you think you’re going to kill a little girl while I’m here, think again.”

Sinestro smirks. “The Green Lantern Corps doesn’t allow me to kill. A shame.” A great green claw shoots out from his ring. Before Madam Tui can dodge, she is grabbed by the leg and smashed against the wall. She slides down, unconscious. “I’ll just have to make you suffer instead.”

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

>>35896304
>The chemical weapons are not ones the U.S. went to war over, but old, discarded weapons manufactured during the 1980s

The article you linked for fuck sake.

>>35896304
I wish Frank Miller being shit was a fantasy world, /pol/. Year One and his Daredevil were GOAT.

I hope his cancer (or whatever he's got) goes away.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>35896337
Goddamnit, you're right. We need to go back to the future again.

>>35896359
Rollin'

Rolled 20, 7 = 27 (2d20)

>>35896359
a giant Beowulf

>>35896408
We're pretty fucking mad, apparently.

Rolled 11, 8 = 19 (2d20)

>>35896359
Armor up, smash him through a wall

Rolled 4, 4 = 8 (2d20)

>>35896359
> Project a construct (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)
Sinesto, the one we believe in, not the real one.

Rolled 6, 12 = 18 (2d20)

>>35896359
>Project a construct (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)
Something good for punching fascists, I dunno.

Rolled 13, 14 = 27 (2d20)

>>35896359
Hell if I know what to use.

>>35896425
YES! MAKE HIM FIGHT HIMSELF!

>>35896408
>>35896417
Yes, we mad.

>>35896359
Giant Eiffel tower

>>35896450
Don't believe in me. Don't believe in Sinestro. Believe in the Sinestro that I believe in.

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>>35896479

>>35896408
Shit, are we gonna rip his arm off?

>>35896470
For real this time

>>35896508
After this fight, I want to project a Sinestro so we can cry into his arms and mourn the fall of the real Sinestro that is dead to us.

>>35896520
Can't roll apparently

>>35896546
did you put it in the email field?

>>35896512
Reminds me of that one robot chicken short

>>35896512
>>35896566
That would technically be obsessive force, but whatever.

>>35896562
Options

>>35896562
Oh, didn't put dice plus

Rolled 20, 10 = 30 (2d20)

>>35896613
I put it in Email and it works.

>>35896628
Nice but don't waste 20 dammit!

>>35896594
Ok Eiffel tower for real this time

>>35896638
I quit

> CRITICAL SUCCESS: WILL

A great big axe falls down on Sinestro’s head. He slides out of the way, just in time for it to split the floor. You have summoned forth the champion of the Geats, the hero of Hrothgar! Born in epic ancient legend, and more of a hero than Sinestro could ever be. Beowulf! Your eyes glow green, flashing from your mask like great lighthouses. You scream, and Beowulf howls like the warrior he is in return.

Sinestro draws two green swords and charges at Beowulf. The two engage in combat, Beowulf having size and reach, while Sinestro having speed and maneuverability. Every sharp cut that Beowulf feels, you feel, but it doesn’t matter. You grit your teeth, powering Beowulf through.

Then finally Beowulf grabs Sinestro’s arm and throws him down on the bed. Instead of a light pomf, it was more of a dramatic crash, splitting it in half. Sinestro groans as Beowulf stands over him.

“It’s over!” you scream at him. “Sinestro, give it up!”

He turns his head up at you. His features start hardening into an intense glare. “Never!” he blasts you backwards, shattering Beowulf and sending you through a hallway and into another bedroom. Your back smashes into the wall, blackening your vision.

Sinestro stands up, holding his arm, injured. “Lumiere…” The dust and smoke settles down, blocking his view of you.

[1/2]

>>35896693
[2/2]

You burst out of the fog, tackling him down to the floor. You clasp your hands together in one great big fist, then smash it down on his face. You punch him again, cutting his cheek. And again, knocking out a tooth. You cry, screaming and wailing as you punch him again and again. “I trusted you!” you cry. “I loved you! You liar!” You beat his face to a pulp.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around.

Then you see Professeur Sinestro, looking down on you like the stern father he used to be. You glance at your ring, seeing it project that image.

Madam Tui awakens, trying to stand up. “Green Lantern…”

You look down at Sinestro, who groans and croaks in pain. His face is barely recognizable anymore. You look at your hands. Your gloves have been cut, and are bleeding.

Professeur Sinestro says, “No more.”

“Green Lantern?” Madam Tui looks at you.

…

> Scream
> Cry
> Keep punching Sinestro
> Write in

>>35896705
> Cry
Cry like the little French girl you are.

>>35896705
>> Scream
>> Cry

>>35896705
> Cry
> Write in
"I don't want to be a Magical Green Lantern anymore"

>>35896705
>Write in
"You're under arrest in the name of the Green Lantern Corps!"

>>35896705
>Cry
>Scream
>Cry more...

>>35896705
>One good punch in the face for good measure then cry.

>>35896705
remove his ring

>>35896705
>> Cry

>Scream.
No crying. You're a hero, dammit.

>>35896705
> Keep punching Sinestro

>>35896819
This. If it requires that we remove his finger then so be it.

>>35896705
> Scream

>>35896705
>Cry

>>35896705
> Keep punching Sinestro
Great way to vent frustration.

also screaming
>Scream

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>>35896705
>>35896755
Also, pic related if possible

>>35896921
Do you want us to fuck a table?

>>35896705
>>35896760
>>35896819
These first, then
>>Cry

how about some robot chicken green lantern
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqTOINFKZIg

>>35896985
Thanks!

> Cry

You take Sinestro’s ring hand. It still glows, as if he were still the policeman, the greatest Green Lantern ever known. “In…” You blubber, your lips shaking and your throat stopped up by a lump. “In the name of the Green Lantern Corps.” You huff in, your breath shaky. “You’re under arrest.” You whine, the tears flowing from beneath your mask. You press your forehead against his hand, crying, sobbing even.

Green Lanterns don’t cry. You need to stop crying.

Stop crying.

-

-

[1/2]

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>>35897059
[2/2]


You stand by the side on Oa in the Guardian’s Citadel. Green Lanterns from all over have been shocked by the news of Sinestro and his abuse of power. Chaselon and Tomar-Re stand next to you, solemn.

“Katma Tui, and Soranik Natu. Step forward.” The two Korugan women step forward into the sight of the Guardians. The rings have already chosen them as worthy replacements for Sinestro, Sinestro’s own ring going to Katma Tui. The Guardians announce: “The Green Lantern Corps welcomes you two as its newest members. This is an unorthodox introduction, so we apologize if we have caused any inconvenience. As replacements for the Sector 1417, you are to bring the light of justice over the darkness of this universe. You will be called upon to serve above and beyond, and more. You are what stands between the universe, and total chaos. Stand proud, for this is the highest of honors, and the highest of burdens.”

You all applause, you do as well, as enthusiastically as you can muster. It’s only a few pats however. Katma Tui and Soranik Natu bow. Madam Tui says, “On Korugar, the symbol of the Green Lantern has been tarnished. No longer is it known as a symbol of peace and liberty, but of oppression and harshness. Myself and Soranik Natu will do our best to restore the legacy of the Green Lanterns on Korugar, and across Sector 1417, and across the Universe. We will never back down from this duty you have bestowed on us.”

Applause again.

“Then go forth, Kilowog is training the newest members. You will need all you can get,” says a Guardian. The meeting disperses, allowing you all to leave.

Sinestro’s trial before the Guardians begins soon. Perhaps a visit is in order.

Chaselon floats up next to you, twiddling his tentacles. “Hello, Green Lantern Berger. Would you like to partake in refreshments and perhaps casual communication?”

> “Not now, Chaselon.”
> Keep walking
> “Fine.”
> Write in

>>35897092
> “Not now, Chaselon.”

>>35897092
> “Fine.”

Please. Something to take our minds off of Sinestro. We can't keep brooding on it and Chaselon is a bro.

>>35897092
>> “Fine.”
He's trying to be nice

>>35897092
>“Not now, Chaselon.”

>>35897092
> “Fine.”
Take our mind off things

>>35897092
>“Fine.”

>>35897092
>“Fine.”

Might want to apologize about that whole Blue Lantern Battery thing if we haven't gotten around to it.

>>35897092
> “Not now, Chaselon.”
Really? After this social with Chaselon... I think not.

>>35897194
That too.

>>35897092
>> “Fine.”

>>35897092
> "Fine."
After what we've been through, we could use a friendly face- er, crystal.

>>35897092

> “Not now, Chaselon.”

If Thaal had taken Lumi on picnic to just about any planet besides Korugar, they'd be lovers by now, holding hands in the vacuum of space

>>35897441
yep

> “Fine.”

You sigh. “Fine, Chaselon.” Chaselon happily leads you on to the Mess Hall. Maybe some alien cuisines will help you think and get through this.

-

-

Alien cuisines did not help you think and get through this. Now you feel sad, angry, and sick. You spit out a green… thing that used to be some sort of alien lifeform. Oh how you wish you had some strudel or perhaps orange juice. The mess hall is filled with new Green Lantern recruits, all discussing Sinestro in hushed tones and whispers. Some even glance towards you, knowing you used to be his student.

Chaselon sits across from you on the table, sipping on a beverage through a straw into his crystalline structure. “Green Lantern Berger, are you feeling okay?” You shake your head. “If it helps, I forgive you for pulling me into the Blue Lantern Heist, and I cannot imagine how painful it must be now for how Sinestro betrayed you like that.” He sips further on his straw.

You sigh. “Chaselon, at least you are not looking at me as if I am a ticking time bomb.” You cross your arms, crossing your legs as well. “Merci beaucoup. Honestly.”

“What will you do now?” he asks.

“I was hoping to visit him while he was in prison,” you say. “Perhaps find out why he would do such a thing.” You also hold onto the faint hope that this was all a misunderstanding. Perhaps you can even redeem him. Just that thin glimmer of hope.

[1/2]

>>35897494
[2/2]

Clarissa Savage shows up, slapping your shoulder. “Forget about it, hot stuff.” She sits down next to you, chewing on a glowing blue fruit as if it were an apple. “People like him don’t change. You should just stuff it and let him rot.”

“Now Green Lantern Savage!” Chaselon hovers up a few inches in defiance. “Gree- Er, Sinestro has been Green Lantern Berger’s friend for such a time, it is understandable she would want to visit him.”

Clarissa shrugs, indifferent. “Hey, bad guys are bad guys, what difference does it make?”

> Clarissa is right, forget about him.
> Chaselon is right, I’m going to go visit him.
> None of you are right, leave me alone!
> Write in

>>35897516
> Chaselon is right, I’m going to go visit him.
Even if it's just to talk.

>>35897516
> Write in
"I intend to find out, Clarissa"

>>35897516
>Chaselon is right, I’m going to go visit him.
If we don't know why he did this, how can we expect to prevent something like this from happening again?

>>35897516
> Clarissa is right, forget about him.

Find a new person to love! Like some British pilot!

>>35897516
> Chaselon is right, I’m going to go visit him.

>>35897516
> Chaselon is right, I’m going to go visit him.

>>35897516
>What difference does it make?
"When you a stabbed, does it matter if it's in the back? Does it matter if they twist the knife? If they then leave you to rot? It makes a difference Lanter Savage. It makes all the difference."

>Chaselon is right, I'm going to visit him.

>>35897516
>Clarissa is right, forget about him.

>>35897516
>“Forget about it, hot stuff.”
Clarissa please, stop making me love you.

Also >>35897557
That.

Lumi's daddy issues most likely give her an affinity for older men

>>35897763
Bullshit Clarissa a best

>>35897763
>>35897784
Pourquoi pas les deux?

>>35897516
>>35897572
RAF pilots. So let's go with this.

>>35897763
From what we've seen, her interests are more in the direction of hunky British fighter pilots.

>>35897845
once again, we are french we go either way

>>35897784
While Clarissa is great, she's a bro, not a ho.

Lumi is too straight for best girl.

Dick's dick and flying dead guy have the best chance.

>>35897861
So many people, so little time.

>>35897870
We could sleep our way through the Justice League, I mean Society

>>35897880
I wonder how many people got that from legally blond.

>>35897870
Bullshit! She's French they're always Bi. And hell she kept calling Sinestro Father. She apparently didn't have the hots for him. Just a daddy complex.

> Chaselon is right, I’m going to go visit him.

You plant your fist into your palm. “You’re right, Chaselon. I do want to visit him, to at least talk to him one last time before he is sentenced.” You stand up, sliding your tray of uneaten food over to Clarissa. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go.”

Clarissa nods. “Yeah, yeah, good luck, sweet cheeks.” She makes a pinching motion with her fingers, eyes downwards at your you-know-what. You roll your eyes, then pat Chaselon on the head. He twiddles his tentacles, nervously.

“Thank you, Chaselon.” You give him a kiss to his crystalline structure, to which he immediately starts glowing red on the inside. You start walking away.

-

-

The Guards give way, allowing you to visit Sinestro in his high security cell. You step forward to see him behind a glass wall, surrounded by yellow metal walls. Even his cuffs are yellow. His ring has not been taken away, but it has been sealed with a yellow bolt, keeping it from being useful. For now, the only thing he has access to is his protective aura, and his translation. He can’t even fly.

Sinestro sits on his cot, then looks up at you, neutral. “Hello, Lumière Berger. Come to gloat?’

You press your hands against the glass, glaring at him. “Why?”

[1/2]

>>35897897
>She apparently didn't have the hots for him.
That wasn't said anywhere

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>>35897926
[2/2]

He sighs. “I assume you know. Because I want order. I trust no one else but myself, and maybe even you to understand that.”

You say, “A wise man, an American by the name of Theodore Roosevelt once said that ‘Order without liberty and liberty without order are equally destructive.’ We have a man on my planet, by the name of Adolf Hitler. He’s just like you. He takes liberty away in the name of order, in the name of progress. The only thing that separates you from him is that you don’t discriminate.”

“Of course not,” says Sinestro. He crosses his arms, dismissive. “Why discriminate, everyone should be equal under the law.”

“Do not-!” You catch yourself yelling, then calm down. “Do not sidetrack this, Sinestro. You were the best of us. You abused your power. You… you betrayed me.”

Sinestro is quiet for a moment, then says, “You know they mean to send me to the Antimatter universe?” You blink, confused. “It is the maximum punishment for my charges. The trial that is to come is simply a formality.”

You glare at him. “So what, you want to help me free you?”

He shakes his head. “No. I will let you mull over it. You will understand that everything I do, it is in the name of a peaceful universe. Those blue midgets that call themselves Guardians of the Universe are nothing more than senile old coots. I know you are smarter than that, Lumière.”

> Leave, you don’t need this.
> “I don’t want you to go.”
> “I loved you.”
> Write in

>>35897952
>> “I don’t want you to go.”

>>35897897
electra complex

the RAF pilot is dead and Lumi is canon straight (right from Schteel's ask.fm) let it go anon(s)

>>35897952
> “I loved you.”

>>35897952
>Leave, you don’t need this.

>>35897952
> “I loved you.”
> “I don’t want you to go.”

>>35897952
> Write in
"For someone like you, it would be a vacation"

> “I loved you.”
then leave

>>35897952
>"I don't hate you. You wa-are a father to me even now but I can't forgive you not for this."

>>35897952
> “I loved you.”
> Leave, you don’t need this.

Just say it and then leave.

>>35897952
> “I don’t want you to go.”

>>35897952
there's always another way around things like this. I will find that way.

>>35897952
> “I loved you.”

>>35897952
> “I loved you. Still do in a way. Like how a lover cannot forget him, even after a betrayal.”

> Write in
"Let's talk hypotheticals. Let's say you escape. Then what? Lead a rebellion against the Guardians? You have no ring. Your reputation is ruined.

And who is to say your solution was better? The Guardians may be incompetent, but they don't go out of their way to oppress people.
"

>>35897952
>“I loved you.”
>Leave, you don’t need this.
Make our point and then get gone.

>>35897952
> Write in
It did not have to be like this, If he had just a little bit of faith in his fellow man(or alien equivalent) things could have been very different.

his ideals are commendable but his method was wrong.

I don't feel like he should be banished, he'll have enough shit to deal with when they take away his power. It would also just be another thing the guardians tried to put away and pretend it didn't happen.

>>35898176
I agree. I wonder what a fair trial would look like.

> “I loved you.”
> Leave, you don’t need this.

“I loved you.” You shake your head. Sinestro simply glares at you, as if this were some great insult. You sigh, then turn around.

“That’s right, walk away. You will see. I will be another problem for the Guardians to sweep under the rug and drown out like Legion! I will be back! You will see!” he yells. “I will be vindicated! I’ll be back!”

You hope not. The door slide shut behind you.

-

-

You sit on the edge of a platform on Oa. Kilowog is busy drilling new recruits on the mechanics of flying nearby, and you read a book to his screams and cries of incompetence to them. It’s nice background noise you suppose but you would prefer the accordion or a good violin tune.

Oh, Sinestro. If he were here right now, he would probably be discussing this book with you. Or just slap it out of your hands and drill you. That would probably be the latter.

You miss him already.

“Ice cream?” You blink, then look over to see Clarissa sitting next to you, her stockings on her curvy legs glowing by the stripes and licking a cone of strange looking ice cream. She holds a cone over to with you what appears to be a dark blue goop scooped into it. A worm pops out of it, squealing. She grins, cooing, “It’s Xlorian Fruit flavored~…”

You narrow your eyes at her.

“Come on!” she says.

> “Fine.”
> “No thanks.”
> Ignore her
> Write in

>>35898414
> “Fine.”
>Thank you.

>>35898414
> “Fine.”

our resistance will only bolden her attempts

>>35898414
>“Fine.”
It's good that she's trying, at least.

>>35898414
>> “No thanks.”

>>35898414
> “Fine.”
At least she's trying.

>>35898414
>> “Fine.”

>>35898414
>“Fine.”

>>35898414
>“Fine.”

This better not be one of those "exotic" alien flavors that are all over the cafeteria.

>>35898594
pretty sure that fruit is not from earth

>>35898414
>> “Fine.”
>>Thank you

>>35898414

> “No thanks.”

Projectile vomit would be a bit of a damper for the incoming conversation.

> “Fine.”

You carefully take it. “Merci, Clarissa.” She smiles, continuing to lick her exotic ice cream. You look down at yours. It can’t hurt to try can it? You take an experimental lick-

OKAY OKAY THAT UGH SPICY

You cover your mouth. She looks to you, curious. You smile, giving her a thumbs up, to which she gives a thumbs up in return, then returns to licking her ice cream. You quickly toss the ice cream over the side, leaving only the cone. “So, Clarissa, how are things back on Earth?”

She shrugs. “Doing good. I told that little gusty redhead of yours that you were fine along with the Justice League.”

“Justice Society.”

“Yeah, those guys.” She nods. “Other than that, things have been quiet. We can’t interfere much in the politics of Hitler unfortunately, something about a Spear of Destiny or something. I don’t understand it. But anyway…” She takes another lick of her ice cream. “That’s some real stuff you got going with Sinestro there.”

“I would not like to talk about it right now,” you say, returning to your book.

“Hm.” She takes a huge bite out of the ice cream, then shoves the entire cone in her mouth. The crunching and the biting, ugh… where are her manners? She stands up, licking her fingers and wiping some stray droplets of ice cream off her chest. Damn her chest, damn it. “Well, okay then. How about we wrestle then?”

You narrow your eyes, looking up at her. “Excusez-moi?”

“Come on, me and my brother would always wrestle together to relax!” she says! She brings up her fists in a boxing stance, bouncing place to place. “Come on, put up your dukes, you know you want to!”

> “I don’t want to.”
> “Fine.”
> “Clarissa, is this some strange way to make me feel better?”
> Write in

>>35898902
> “Clarissa, is this some strange way to make me feel better?”

>>35898902
> “Clarissa, is this some strange way to make me feel better?”
> “Fine.”

>>35898902
>“Clarissa, is this some strange way to make me feel better?”
Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, but it's kinda weird.

>>35898902
>“Clarissa, is this some strange way to make me feel better?”

>>35898902
>> “Fine.”
>> “Clarissa, is this some strange way to make me feel better?”

>>35898902
> “Clarissa, is this some strange way to make me feel better?”
> “Fine.”
> Write in
If we're doing this, we're doing it in a proper place.

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>>35898902
>on, me and my brother would always wrestle together to relax

>>35897092
>Sinestro's own ring going to Katma Tui.

>>35897926
>[Sinestro's] ring has not been taken away.

Uhhh, I know I'm late, but OP?

>>35898902

>L-lewd!

>>35898902
> “Fine.”

>>35899093
Plot hole, it's actually with Katma now.

> “Fine.”
> “Clarissa, is this some strange way to make me feel better?”

You roll your eyes, standing up and placing your book down. “Is this some strange way to make me feel better, Clarissa?”

She shrugs. “If you want to call it strange.” She raises her fists, grinning. “Come on! Show me your moves!”

You punch her once in the face, flooring her. “Ugh…” She lies there, dazed. Ha, one punch! She goes down after one punch! You can’t help but laugh. “Hey, I said wrestle, not box,” she whines.

“Haha!” You grab Clarissa by the shoulders and stand her up. “I am sorry, Clarissa. I could not resist.”

Clarissa puffs her cheeks out, playfully glaring at you. “Tell you what, I’ll bring you down with one punch, and you will never see it coming.” You immediately see her next punch coming, and handily block it with the palm of your hand. “Damn it!” She recoils, folding her arms in a huff. “How do you do that?”

“Sinestro taught me to hone my reflexes,” you say. It’s not exactly something you want to say but there it is. Your ring beeps however, as does Clarissa’s. Trouble. You bring it up. “Green Lanterns of 2814, what is your emergency?”

“Green Lantern Berger. We have detected a new Red Lantern in Sector 2814, Sol 3. Your home planet. Apprehend her if practicable,” says the Guardian. “She is relatively new to the Red Ring, but do not underestimate her ability.”

Clarissa grins. “We’ll get to it!” The ring stops glowing, indicating a cessation in communications. “Alright, honeybuns, follow my lead!”

> “You follow my lead, I was the Green Lantern first!”
> “Fine, let’s go!”
> Write in

>>35899375
> “Fine, let’s go!”

>>35899375

> “You follow my lead, I was the Green Lantern first!”

We might not want to let Clarissa take the lead on this. Who knows, she might be perfectly reasonable!

>>35899375
> Write in
"I can't hear you over the sound of me taking the lead!" fly off quickly!

>>35899418

The Red Lantern. The Red Lantern might be perfectly reasonable. My bad.

Maybe she's just directed cold fury kind of angry?

>>35899375
> “You follow my lead, I was the Green Lantern first!”

Respect seniority

I'm surprised our ring being successfully used against yellow hasn't been brought up

>>35899375
>> “Fine, let’s go!
capcha
was ooferspl
apparently her name is ooferspl

>>35899375
>“You follow my lead, I was the Green Lantern first!”
We're the sempai here dammit!

>>35899375
> “You follow my lead, I was the Green Lantern first!”
Nitpick about seniority

>>35899452
Wait, it did?

>>35899375
>> “You follow my lead, I was the Green Lantern first!”

>>35899375
>“You follow my lead, I was the Green Lantern first!”

>>35899448
Unlikely, but possible.

>>35899452
When did that happen?

>>35899452
>>35899519
There were no other lanterns in captivity I think?
We were the only one in a yellow cage.
And we punched our way out.

>>35899583
well Katma was there...

>>35899583
the bars were made out of mainly gold

>>35899583
I think we physically punched out. We said our knuckles didn't hurt.

>>35899583
>>35899616
How thick were those bars? Lumi is what? 15? and probably doesn't lift.

>>35899700
Gold cage was shit. Should have been gold alloy

Oh God.. if it was our little tornado I'll be horribly sad.

Maybe it's that flash girl?

>>35899909
How? No where enough anger in her heart. Needs to be quite exceptional

>>35899961
No idea. Just thought of what would make me cry.

>>35899909

Maybe she at first thought we died and that triggered it?

Iunno, just tossing it out there.

>>35899909
I hope neither of those is the case.

Maybe it's another french refugee.

> “You follow my lead, I was the Green Lantern first!”

“I was Green Lantern first, darn it!” Clarissa blasts off, leaving you behind. “Clarissa! You come back here!” Ugh, typical Americans! You fly off after her. “Come back! As your Senior I order you to slow down!”

-

-

You fly over North Africa, the sands and deserts familiar to you, still being a colony native to France after all. Clarissa says, “The tracker ends here. The Red Lantern should be in this country!”

You nod, looking out over North Africa. “Gee, Clarissa. She is somewhere in North Africa, that narrows it down.” She looks at you, obviously biting at the venom in your tone. “Anyway, let’s find a nearby town, see if we can find anything.” She nods, following your lead down the coast. “And next time, Clarissa, you are to follow my lead! I am your senior! I was Green Lantern first!”

She huffs. “Kilowog says I’m better.”

“Kilowog thinks everyone is better,” you mutter. He’s not wrong, but you’d wish he’d stop saying that. You look down to see a coastal city. If you’re right, you’re flying over what used to be French North Africa, Algiers to be precise. Now, most of it is under control of Vichy France, the collaborator government. You sigh, then tilt down and start flying towards it.

[1/2]

>>35900028
inb4 holocaust survior

>>35900044
[2/2]

You and Clarissa land in a square, surprising a few locals. “Now, now,” says Clarissa. “Don’t panic, we’re not here to-“

A squad of French soldiers come out of the woodwork and aim their rifles at you. «Put down your weapons!» Oh jeez. You and Clarissa bring up your rings, ready for a fight.

« Stop! Stop! » You hear someone come up the street. You and Clarissa look over to him. « What is going on!? What is the meaning of this disturbance in my city!? »

Your eyes widen as you see who it is. A man with a heavy beard, brown eyes, neatly cut hair. He looks like an official for Vichy France, but you could care less about that. He looks at you, then his eyes widen.

…

“Lumi?” he whispers.

> “Papa?”
> “How did you recognize me!?”
> “Nope, not me.”
> Write in

>>35900065
>“Nope, not me.”
We are not dealing with this today.

>>35900065
> “Papa?”

>>35900065
>“Nope, not me.”
Fuck That Guy. Christ Last thing we need is this fuck up or we'll be running around with a red ring.

>>35900065
>Father is an official for Vichy France.
THAT TRAITOR
>Slap him. Not with the Green Lantern ring, just the hand of a furious 15 year old girl

>>35900065
> “Nope, not me.”
It's like the universe wants us to go red. Screw you Universe.

>>35900065
>“Nope, not me.”
We don't have time for this shit.

>>35900065
>> “Nope, not me.”

>>35900065
> “Nope, not me.”

>>35900149
Yes, bitch slap him!

Day seems to go badly for father figures

>>35900065
Vichy France... fucking snake.

>>35900065
> “Papa?”
> Time to SLAP A BITCH.

>>35900065
>> “Papa?”

>>35900065
>>35900149
Time to slap a bitch

>>35900065
> “Papa?”

> “Nope, not me.”

You look around, then place your hands over your cheeks. How did he recognize you!? “Um, er… Nope, my name is not Lumi. It is Green Lantern!” you say quickly. The French soldiers and the Algerian locals all look at you, confused.

Papa walks up to you, in disbelief. “What are you doing? What-“ He lifts up your skirt a bit. “What are you wearing!?”

You slap his hand away. “Papa! You are embarrassing me!” you squeak at him. “How did you-!?”

“You really thought you could get away with disguising yourself in front of me?” he says, shocked. “I raised you, taught you how to walk, changed your underwear, I bathed you for God’s sake! You thought I wouldn’t recognize you because I couldn’t see your nose and your cheekbones!?”

“Papa!” You slap him on the face. “You- I don’t even!” He grabs your wrists and starts pulling on you. “Wait, what are you-!? PAPA!” you whine.

“We have something to discuss,” he says. He looks over to Clarissa. “You might as well come too.” Clarissa shrugs, walking after you both as he drags you away.

[1/2]

>>35900524
[2/2]

-

-

“So why did you run?” you ask.

He sits at his desk, in a little air-conditioned office in the City Hall. Clarissa and you sit down across from him in very uncomfortable wooden chairs. Around you see filing cabinets askew, papers strewn about, and on his desk you see a photo of you and him, happier times. And you also see a photo of your mother as well. He looks at you, looking almost sixty instead of fourty.

“I was scared,” he says. “I did not want to die, not there on the battlefield.”

You huff. “I wish you would have.” You look away, crossing your arms while Clarissa sits there, awkwardly. Papa simply leans back in his seat, looking at you. “Papa, I have had a very bad few days this past week. This is not something I need.”

Papa nods. “Of course. So why are you here?”

“We are tracking someone called the Red Lantern, he or she is here somewhere. We don’t know where.”

Papa grunts. “I will have the troops on alert then.”

“Not hunting for Jews?”

He rolls his eyes. “There are no Jews here in Algeria, that is what I told the Nazis and what I believe personally. I am simply overseeing operations here.”

Clarissa raises her hand. “Can I leave?” You both nod at her, to which she quickly stands up and goes.

Papa pulls out a cigarette, then begins lighting up. “Lumi, you might as well go too. I won’t try to justify anything. Not to you, heaven forbid, you do not need a coward for a father. I have done some things I am just not proud of.”

> Leave
> “What things?”
> “Papa, why serve the Nazis?”
> Write in

>>35900524
>You thought I wouldn’t recognize you because I couldn’t see your nose and your cheekbones!?”
Haha

>>35900553
>Leave

>>35900553

"You are not my father."
>Leave

>>35900600
This

>>35900553
>> Leave
Dont give him anything

>>35900553
> Leave
We have a Red Lantern to hunt. Daddy issues later

>>35900553
> Leave

we know why he signed up, "better to be at the devil's side than in his way."

>>35900553
>>35900600
Supporting this.

>>35900553

> “Papa, why serve the Nazis?”

Seriously, this shit is starting to get out of hand.

>>35900600
Ow, that is fucking dark

> “What things?”
> “Papa, why serve the Nazis?”

>You could have joined the resistance and fought for our freedom.

>>35900553
>>35900600
Seconding fuck that prick.

>>35900553
>> “What things?”
>> “Papa, why serve the Nazis?”
>"All the things you said about being proud of the French army, to have comrades by your side only to leave them behind to follow a madman. "

>>35900553
Hey, Lumi, what if you're in the wrong here? What if your Papa and Sinestro are both right? The Green Lanterns don't do much, and there's only one guardian that seems to care. Maybe Will isn't the way to prevent crime and protect people. I mean, both Papa and Sinestro can't be wrong, right?

You should go back and free him.

>>35900553
>> “Papa, why serve the Nazis?”

>>35900740
>Nazi Lumi

Only when we have the Inverse Earth arc

>>35900774
Is it time to go to anti matter earth already?

> Leave

You stand up. “You are not my father. And if Mama could see you now…” You shake your head. “She would never love a man like you.” Papa simply stares at you, sadly. You shake your head, stomping out of his office.

You meet up with Clarissa outside in the hall and start walking. “Hey, sweetcheeks!” She walks next to you, concernedly. “What was all that about?”

“Nothing,” you say.

“Sure didn’t look like nothing.” She crosses her arms. “Come on, you can tell me.”

You sigh. “My father was the command of a tank. When the Germans arrived, they arrived in force. He fled, leaving his crew to die. He never came back for me.” Clarissa’s concerned look drops into one of shock. “And now he’s working for the Nazis. Cowardice is one thing, but this is…” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. “This is terrible.”

“Wow. And I thought my great-grandpa fighting for the Union was bad,” says Clarissa. You glare at her. “Just saying.” You both end up outside city hall. “So, what’s the plan, honeybunch?”

> “We wait around, she’ll come to us.”
> “Split up, we’ll cover more ground.”
> “We search together.”
> Write in

>>35900877
>search together
"I need some fresh air"

>>35900877
> “We search together.”

>>35900877
>“We search together.”

>>35900877
>> “We search together.

>>35900877
> “We search together.”

>>35900877

> “We search together."
Something something "I don't want to be alone right now."

>>35900974
Agreed

>>35900877
> “Split up, we’ll cover more ground.”

if we tempt fate hard enough, it will chuck reddy at our head

>>35900877
>>35900974
seconding the
> "I don't want to be alone right now."

>>35900974
Yeah I like this

>>35900974
so Clarissa can abandon or betray us too?

So we now have daddy issues x2. This has been a bad day.

We should probably blow off some steam. With shagging

>>35901066
WE WOULD JUST CRUSH HER! IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE!

>>35901066
Then we have more evidence that the universe is taking a shit on us.

>>35901136
Does Oa allow conjugal visits?

>>35901219
Dude, we can fuck anyone on earth. Who was the hottest dude at this time?

>>35901270
Sinestro

> “We search together.”

“We’ll patrol the area together.” You cross your arms, sighing. “I’ll let you lead this time.” Clarissa smiles, patting you on the cheek, then blasting off into the sky. You roll your eyes and follow on after her.

You pull a fly over of the city. Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Clarissa flies alongside you. “Hey, hotbuns.” You look at her. “Just saying, if you need someone to talk to. I’m usually available. I know Daddy issues can be pretty tough so uh…” She shrugs. “Yeah. We’re working together in the same office here, we might as well try to be friends.”

“I would love to, Clarissa,” you say. “But right now, we have a duty to the Guardians. Right now we have a rogue Red Lantern on the loose and if we stray, we will fail. So keep alert.” Clarissa nods, looking ahead with a giant pair of constructed binoculars.

“Hey!” Clarissa stops, as do you. “I see something coming up!” You summon up a giant telescope as well, to see what she’s aiming at.

Sure enough, it appears to be a red light rushing across the Mediterranean. That must be your Red Lantern. You can’t make out who it is now, but you’re sure to get into close combat with her soon.

> Prepare a defense
> Meet her head on
> Write in

>>35901270
that would be JFK

>>35901297

I thought it was Elvis.

>>35901290
>Meet her head on
We've got her outnumbered, let's just do this.

>>35901290
>> Meet her head on

>>35901290
>Meet her head on

>>35901290
> Write in
Megaphone.
"Red Lantern, this is the Green Lantern Corp. We are not looking to fight, only to talk for now. "

>>35901290
>> Meet her head on

>>35901338
JFK did some accidental spying.
Elvis became popular in the 50s.
Elvis might be pedo bait at this time

>>35901297
>>35901338
This is the 1940's, you guys are a couple decades too early.

>>35901290
> Meet her head on

Lumi good cop
Clarissa bad cop

"Don't you mean better cop?"
"Shut it rookie!"

>>35901428
Reverse it, we need to blow off some steam.

>>35901290
Might as well go say allow to our viking brok

What if Red Lantern is a cat?

>>35901290

> Meet her head on

Lets at least try and be friendly at first. If she's incoherently angry, we can beat the shit out of her after she throws the first punch.

I mean, there's no yellow involved so we got this, right?

Right?

>>35901475

Run. Before the cat's owner decides to show up. But that's meta.


Make it our space pet. You can't go wrong with space pets.

>>35901426
>>35901270

Dick "every heterosexual woman and homosexual man wants me" Grayson

>>35901475
DEX-STAR!

We will die happy

>>35901520
what about our corgi

>>35901290
>Write in

Attention flying red object! You are flying too fast! Pull over!

>>35901428
bad cop
worse cop

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>>35901543
Dick's dick powers are magical.

>>35901568

Good question. Has the Justice Society been doing a good job of caring for it?

>>35901395
You dumb.

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>>35901597
to be fair, Starfire is and has always been a slut

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>>35901661
>the next page

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> Meet her head on

You and Clarissa drop down in front of his path. Clarissa pulls up a great big green megaphone the size of a car. “ATTENTION RED LANTERN! STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!” she shouts across to him.

You observe through your giant telescope. He does not appear to be stopping.

Wait. Long red hair… It’s not Red Tornado, but it’s a girl!

“WE’RE WARNING YOU! STOP IN THE NAME OF-“ She is interrupted by a long chain smacking her out of the way. Oh jeez. You drop your telescope, only for another chain to smack square in the gut and knock you backwards. You smack into the side of a building and fall into a dumpster.

At least your landing was soft!

She flies up onto the spire of a belltower. You can see her more clearly now. She is a young girl, much like your age, wearing a red dress adorned with black plates of armor. Her red hair flows like embers in a fire. On her breastplate is the Red Lantern emblem. Her arms are adorned with heavy leather gloves which bear red lines upon them, and her legs are covered by black stockings and heavy boots. She smashes a red lance into the side of the building as people scatter in fear of her. “Where is Berger!?” she screams. “Where is Berger!? Come out you coward!”

Well, she’s about to find one Berger. You quickly hover down in front of her, catching her notice. Clarissa as well comes in next to you, ready. “In the name of the Green Lantern Corps, surrender!” you say.

She grabs her construct lance and spins it her hand, ready to strike. “Never!”

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