>>36018611
>> “Fine, I’ll stick around. But only for my dog.”
Also more lectures

>>36018611
> “Fine, I’ll stick around. But only for my dog.”
Bikinis haven't been invented yet, so what are we wearing?

>>36018611
>“And you…” Wait. “You’re not even listening to me, are you not?”

>“Mhm.” No she’s not.


"I'm a Earth's greatest Green Lantern and am better than you. Also you smell bad, oui?"

>>36018611
>“Fine, I’ll stick around. But only for my dog.”

>>36018611
>“Fine, I’ll stick around. But only for my dog.”

>>36018700

I imagine Clarissa is wearing something like a modern one-piece, given that GL uniforms are pretty much bodysuits.

Lumi is probably in her uniform since she only stopped by the beach to gawk at Clarissa in shock and chastise her.

>>36018611
>Fine, I will stick around. But only for my dog!

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>>36018837
>>36018700

MAXIMUM OVERSLUT!

>>36018700
Lumi?

I think she's in her normal Lantern uniform

> “Fine, I’ll stick around. But only for my dog.”

You huff, pressing the back of your skirt down then sitting next to her on the sands. “D’accord. But only for my dog, I am sure he is missing me.” You look down at Clarissa’s chest. Ugh… C’est des conneries! There are children at this beach, darn it! A few people turn their heads, gawking and staring at awe at the two Green Lanterns apparently lounging at the beach together.

Clarissa tips her sunglasses down, looking at you. “Hey, you need some shade?” she asks. Before you can say anything, she quickly projects a large umbrella, staking it into the sand and giving you the shade you actually did want. BUT YOU DID NOT ASK FOR IT.

“Clarissa, I-“

She snaps her finger, smirking. “No need to thank me. You could use a towel too.” She quickly projects a beach towel underneath you, keeping your bum from getting sand in it. That was nice of her but- “Oh!” She snaps her finger again, projecting a little bathing suit for you.

…

“No,” you say.

“Come on!” she says. “We’re at the beach, this is the last bit of sun we’ll ever get!”

“I do not disagree with that, but you projected that,” you say. “What’s to keep you from making it disappear suddenly?” You’re onto her tricks.

She giggles, blushing a bit. “Okay, okay, you caught me, hehehe.” She snaps her finger again, making the bathing suit disappear into a cloud of green smoke. “Jeez, learn to live a bit, honeybunch.”

> “If you keep using your ring like this, you’re never going to have the charge you need!”
> “I know how to live, I read books!”
> Fume quietly, Red Tornado should be here soon.
> Write in

>>36019057

> “If you keep using your ring like this, you’re never going to have the charge you need!”
> Fume quietly, Red Tornado should be here soon.

>>36019057
> “I know how to live, I read books!”
> Fume quietly, Red Tornado should be here soon.

>>36019057
>> “I know how to live, I read books!”
I'm sure we have a spare one around too

>>36019057
>“If you keep using your ring like this, you’re never going to have the charge you need!”

And she can't deny that she uses a lot of power whenever she does on active duty. If she wants a bathing suit, she should just make one or buddy up with a tailor and commission one.

>“I know how to live, I read books!”

>>36019057
>If you keep using your ring like this, you're never going to have the charge you need
>Fume quietly, Red Tornado will be here soon

>>36019057
>“If you keep using your ring like this, you’re never going to have the charge you need!”
Clarissa please don't make me worry about you.

> “If you keep using your ring like this, you’re never going to have the charge you need!”
> “I know how to live, I read books!”

You huff, glaring at her angrily. “I know too how to live, Clarissa! I read books like Robinson Crusoe or Gulliver’s Travels!” Clarissa stares at you with a look that says, “I don’t know what those books are, I don’t care, and I am a stupid American.” Ugh, naturellement. “Look, Clarissa, you must watch how you use your ring.”

Clarissa turns over, sipping on her straw and look at you with a very glazed over look. She’s still not listening!

“You have only a limited charge for 24 hours, then you must recharge your ring! And that could be a very inconvenient process that halts you from stopping a villain!” Clarissa’s response is to lift her power battery. What? She carries that around with her? “W-Well… um. Charging your ring takes time-“

She presses her ring against the power battery. “In brightest day, blackest night, no evils escapes our sight, let those who worship evil’s might, beware power, Green Lantern’s light,” she says quickly. The ring briefly glows bright green before settling back to its solid shining green, recharged. “Yeah, really time consuming.”

You sigh. “Clarissa, this is not a game, you-“ You hear something. “Do you hear something?”

[1/2]

>>36019403
[2/2]

The beachgoers all start dispersing and running away down the beach as a small red tornado flies down the sands. You press your hands over your ears as it closes in on you two, and finally starts settling down. Red Tornado has arrived, in her familiar garb, with little Schteel in her arms like a baby. “Suh-WEEEET!” she yells as she comes up to you. “Hey girls!”

You take Steel from her arms, pouting. “Red Tornado, nice to see you.”

“Good to see you too, #1” she says. She looks over at Clarissa, sweeping her cape around then sitting in between you two. “Hey, #2.” Wait, #1? She pulls up a picnic basket, happily as her cooking pot helmet shakes and stirs from her natural movement. “I brought sandwiches~!” she says in a sing song manner.

> “Well, I should go.”
> Have a sandwich, couldn’t hurt.
> “How have you been, Red Tornado?”
> Write in

>>36019418
>Have a sandwich, couldn't hurt
>"How have you been, Red Tornado?"

Did Lumi ever get curious as to why Abin Sur took a spaceship instead of just using his space flight capable power ring ?

>>36019418
> “How have you been, Red Tornado?”
some pleasantries before we go won't hurt

>>36019418
>Have a sandwich, couldn’t hurt.
> “How have you been, Red Tornado?”

Socializing with a friend and a free lunch is hard to resist. Especially since Lumi's career as a waitress might be in a state of limbo right now.

>>36019499
I'll be surprised if she's still employed.

Homeless Green Lantern incoming

>>36019537
There are barracks and lodgins on Oa, and given how quickly she travels the cosmos with no heed to relativity, she could commute.

>>36019418
>Have a sandwich, couldn’t hurt.
> “How have you been, Red Tornado?”

>>36019574
I think JSA own a brownstone too IIRC

> Have a sandwich, couldn’t hurt.
> “How have you been, Red Tornado?”

You take a sandwich from the picnic basket. Ooh, ham and cheese! You take a good bite, then smile at how well it tastes! “So, Red Tornado, how have you been?” you ask. “And how come you are calling me #1?”

Red Tornado says, “Because now there are two Green Lanterns!” She points to you. “#1.” She points to Clarissa. “#2.” Her helmet rattles a bit as she looks over to Clarissa. “Nice swimsuit by the way #2, very daring!” Clarissa gives a thumbs up, barely looking as she continues to lounge in the sun. Red Tornado looks back to you. “As for me, I’m doing quite well! Little Steel has been such a joy, it’s like having a little brother!” Steel sits down, barking and requesting his own sandwich. “Oh, he thinks he’s people!” says Red Tornado. She quickly offers up a ham slice to Steel, who happily bites down on it then begins eating it ferociously. “What about you?”

You shrug. “I guess things could be better,” you say.

“Of course,” says Red Tornado. She turns her head up a bit. “Do you two hear something?”

Clarissa holds out her hands then immediately she catches something in her hand. She looks at it, then sees it’s a baseball.

A beeping baseball.

[1/2]

>>36019819
[2/2]

Clarissa blinks. “Oh crud.” You dive over Red Tornado, shielding her with your body. Clarissa sits up then quickly tosses the baseball into the air. It explodes brilliantly. People start screaming, scattering as you three see what the hubbub is about.

“Well, well, well…” A huge man in a dark baseball outfit walks up the beach to you two, dragging his baseball through the sand. “So Earth’s mightiest heroes are a trio of girls! What a surprise,” he says. “The name’s Sportsmaster!”

You three stand up, ready to fight. Clarissa says, “Hey, we were just minding our own business!”

Sportsmaster yells, “Coney Island’s my turf, little girl! Speaking of which…” He scratches his heavy beard, looking down on Clarissa condescendingly. “Did anyone tell you that you look like a little whore in that outfit?”

Clarissa grits her teeth. “We’ll show you!”

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

Rolled 3, 20 = 23 (2d20)

>>36019845
Hit him with a tennis racket!

Rolled 5, 9 = 14 (2d20)

>>36019845
babe ruth

Rolled 1, 16 = 17 (2d20)

>>36019845
Project a whore to beat him up with. Who looks like Clarissa.

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>>36019865
>>36019927

>1 for will
>20 for shape

these inconsistencies will be the death of me

my kingdom for 2d100

>>36019927
Fuck.

>>36019865
>>36019927
I... what? How does that work?

>>36019865
>>36019927
Ok, so did we project a whore so arousing that we lost focus? And do did Sportsmaster?

>>36019973

Clarissa notices that this construct looks a little too similar to her for comfort and gets really mad.

Awkwardness of the situation reaches critical levels. Sportsmaster quietly excuses himself, not wanting to get included in the conflict.

>>36019973
We projected someething absolutely amazing, but it either goes out of control or fizzles out immediately.

>>36019966
If we come up with a good construct we can negate that 1, I think so at least

>>36019973
>>36020005
>>36020008
I think we invented the two piece bikini.

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>>36020021

SLUTTY BABE RUTH MAYBE?

> WARNING, WARNING, WILLPOWER AT INCONSISTENT LEVELS

Come on, make a tennis racket! Clarissa looks at you, confused. “What’s wrong with your ring!?” Your ring is fizzling and sparking green energy.

The Sportsmaster hefts up another baseball grenade. “Batter up!” He swings, knocking it fast towards you two. Oh merde. The grenade blasts against a shield Clarissa brings up. “I got more where that came from you two!”

You look back at Red Tornado. “Get Steel out of here!” She nods, whirling up a tornado, then flying away with your beloved dog.

Come on, what’s wrong with your ring!? You point at him, trying to project anything, a tennis racket, Babe Ruth, a whore! COME ON!”

> WILLPOWER DISRUPTED

What

Your ring blasts you and Clarissa backwards, into the sand dunes. The Sportsmaster stands there, dumbfounded. “Wow, I didn’t even do anything!” he says happily. “Welp, chalk one up to the Sportsmaster!” he says, laughing under his breath as he walks up to you.

Clarissa lies on top of you, dazed. “Ugh, what’s wrong with your ring, does it do that all the time!?” Your face is squarely in her cleavage. “Honeybun?”

You push her off, quickly recovering. The Sportsmaster stops, smirking as he aims his baseball bat at you. “Hey, come on! That wasn’t even my first home run!”

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

Rolled 16, 7 = 23 (2d20)

>>36020153
a giant milkman

>>36020153

Wow, at this rate different power sources are going to sound mighty attractive.

Still holding out for Orange.

Rolled 19, 14 = 33 (2d20)

>>36020153
Homerun? I'll show you! Babe Ruth for real.

Rolled 19, 12 = 31 (2d20)

>>36020153

Fooken willpower rings

Rolled 14, 17 = 31 (2d20)

>>36020153
Let's try this again

How about we give him a real fastball special

>>36020204
Nah, orange is way too petty

>>36020216
If both of them were 20s, I bet Babe Ruth really would appear and we'd have a celebrity crossover.

>>36020204
We just need our Blue buddy.

>>36020236

Iunno, we only really have one example of how it manifests, for all we know Lumi could be greedy in a completely different way. Needy for attention, or just act like a spoiled kid.

Besides, outside of yellow, green and blue, one of which is going to be led by a dictator down the line, one of which we have now, and one of which useless by itself, orange is still the emotion least likely to fuck everything up.

He throws up another baseball. “And here’s the pitch!” he screams. He whacks it wildly at you. Oh, here it comes.

> WILLPOWER RETURNING TO ACCEPTABLE LEVELS.

Yes!

You throw out a projection of famous baseball star Babe Ruth. He takes the time to call the home run, then hits the baseball grenade right back at Sportmaster. All the Sportsmaster can muster is, “Oh shit.” The ball hits him square in the head, then flies upwards and explodes.

You whistle admirably, patting Monsieur Ruth on the arm. Clarissa herself slaps hands with him as you two walk up to the Sportsmaster. He lies there, dazed and confused from that head on strike. You do not envy his position at all. “Looks like you’ve been struck out,” says Clarissa.

DAMN IT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY THAT.

-

-

“Righto, get inside the paddywagon there, boyo!” Two very Irish policemen named O’Hara and O’Brian escort The Sportsmaster into the paddywagon, disarmed and no longer a threat. “I’m sure you’ll make some new friends in there!”

They slam the door on him. “Don’t drop the soap, fucka!” O’Brian quickly says. They walk up to you as the Paddywagon speeds off under police escort. “Nice work there, lassies. We been chasing that mad batter for weeks.”

> “It was nothing!”
> “The Green Lanterns never rest!”
> “Looks like he’s been struck out.”
> Write in

>>36020486
> “It was nothing!”

Stay in school, don't do drugs, and eat your vegetables!

>>36020486
>“The Green Lanterns never rest!”

Lumi is classy enough to not steal other people's witticisms. Even if she thought of it first. Stupid Clarissa.

>>36020486

> “It was nothing!”

Rolled 4, 17 = 21 (2d20)

>>36020486
>> “It was nothing!”
Ignoring the whole nat 1, but other than that nothing

>>36020486
> “It was nothing!”
put say it in french

>>36020486
>“It was nothing!”

>>36020486
> “It was nothing!”

> “It was nothing!”

You smile, folding your arms up. “It was nothing!” The police officers however are clearly more interested in Clarissa’s swimsuit. Oh for God’s sakes. You snap your finger, getting their attention again. “It was nothing, honest. Make sure he does not escape and make sure he gets a fair trial, oui?” They nod, and then return to their squad car.

Clarissa sighs. “Looks like our little holiday is over.”

Red Tornado flies in, arms raised and ready to fight. “I’m here, let’s…” She realizes she missed the action. She sadly sulks, her helmet drooping a bit on her head. “Oh.”

She crosses her arms as well, pouting. Clarissa says, “I was really looking forward to a nice day of rest too.”

> “We are heroes, rest is not in our vocabulary.”
> “We can still rest if you’d like.”
> Write in

>>36020818
>> “We can still rest if you’d like.”

>>36020818
> “We are heroes, rest is not in our vocabulary.”

Assert yourself, SHOW SOME DAMN WILLPOWER!

>>36020818

> “We are heroes, rest is not in our vocabulary.”
> Unless it is

>>36020818
> “We can still rest if you’d like.”

We're only mortal,after all...

>>36020818
>> “We can still rest if you’d like.”
I mean I guess

>>36020818
>“We are heroes, rest is not in our vocabulary.”
> “We can still rest if you’d like.”

That probably took like 1-2 hours, tops? Faster than that if the Lanterns ferried him to the police instead of waiting for them to get there. There's still an entire day left to relax and recharge!

>>36020818
>write in: we could try a charity cook out

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Lumi is never going to get over her festering self worth problem and growing jealousy of Clarissa by taking it easy.

> “We can still rest if you’d like.”

You sigh. “If you’d like, we can still rest, Clarissa.” She grins happily. “I suppose I have earned myself a break.”

“Ah, how relevant.” That voice. You three look back to see who else but Doctor Fate floating in behind you. “Green Lantern, it is good to see you again.”

“Doctor Fate!” you walk up to him, happily hugging him. He pats you on the back, pushing you away quickly. Oh, does he not like body contact? “What are you doing here? Is there more you need of me?”

“I could not ask more of you after what happened in Egypt,” he says. “I do deeply apologize.”

Clarissa leans in, eyes narrowed and confused. “Who’s the buckethead?”

You huff. “Clarissa, this is Doctor Fate, of the Justice Society.” You look back at Doctor Fate, who stands there, patient and calculating. “Doctor, you do not need to apologize. It has led to a bit of revelation on my part. It hurt, yes, but you were not expecting anything that would risk my life. I do not blame you.”

“Still,” he says. “I only see it fair to invite you to a little dinner the Justice Society is holding tonight?” Dinner? “We have invited heroes from all over the United States, from Coast City to Metropolis, here at the Justice Society Headquarters. We hope that it will facilitate more manpower for the Justice Society.” He crosses his arms, pensive. “President Roosevelt will be there as well.”

Red Tornado jumps in place, happy. “Oh, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

Clarissa rolls her eyes. “Hmph.” Too cool for dinners, eh?”

> “We’d love to go.”
> “I’m afraid I will not be available tonight.”
> Write in

>>36021135
> “We’d love to go.”

>>36021135
> “We’d love to go.”
Can't turn down a dinner with the president

>>36021135
> “We’d love to go.”

>>36021135
>“We’d love to go.”
Free dinner! Plus if its heroes from all over Dick might be there.

>>36021135
>We'd love to go.

>>36021239
Don't you mean Bruce?

>>36021135
>“We’d love to go.”

High profile high society dinner with fancy dishes and lots of hobnobbing with famous and powerful people? How can we say no?

> “We’d love to go.”

You smile, happily. Eating and dining with the elite of the American people and their mightiest heroes as well? That would be lovely! Oh boy, maybe you get to see Robin again!

Or as the story goes, Bruce Wayne…

“We’d love to go!” You wrap your arm around Clarissa and pull her close. “All of us.” She glares at you, pouting furiously.

“Very well, it is lucky I found you here. The dinner is six O’Clock, we’ll be expecting you, Green Lantern.” He flies up into the air, then in a bright burst of magic, he instantly disappears. Man, if only you had command of magic like that, that would be wonderful!

Clarissa moans. “Ugh, why do we have to go?”

“Because it is our day of rest,” you say. “And since I am the senior, I say we go.”

“Well I say we don’t!” says Clarissa. She holds up her fist. “We’ll rock paper scissors for it, if I win I don't get to go, if I lose I'll go!” Oh jeez. “Come on!”

> Rock
> Paper
> Scissors
> No.
> Write in

>>36021527
> No.

She is not making us look bad in front of top tier FDR

>>36021527
Construct all three

>>36021527
>Write in

Put a hand on her shoulder and gently explain that if she really doesn't want to go, she doesn't have to. We understand that not everyone is comfortable around high-pressure & high society settings, and we also understand that she may not find such things as refreshing as we do.

If Superman is there, an it comes up that we are a space cop, do you think he'll ask if we can find out more completely the fate of his home world.

Also. Shouldn't Bruce be a public figure? Enough so that we know he is significantly older than we are?

Hilarity will ensue.

>>36021527
>No.

>>36021655
Seconding this post as hard as I can.

>>36021527

> Gun

I have yet to experience a game of Rock Paper Scissors where Gun did not solve all of my problems.

Man, looks like we're tied between No and the reassuring Sempai Lumi powers activate write in.

Who will break the tie?

>>36021527
> Black hole
It beats everything

>>36021527
Lets go with >>36021655

Though I can't imagine it not coming off as massively smug. Perfect for Lumi.

dosn't this seem like a trap for all super heroes. If something happened we'd have like no one to do anything important

>>36021768

Knowing Clarissa, either she'll be touched by Lumi's understand and try to better herself by willingly going into something she isn't comfortable doing *OR* she'll be challenged by Lumi's maybe-patronizing manner and go anyway to prove herself. Or she'll be touched by Lumi's understanding and it will further their friendship.

> Write in

You place a hand on Clarissa’s shoulder. “Now, Clarissa. I understand if you don’t want to go. You don’t have to. Not everyone is comfortable in the high society and the fast-paced tense of parties around the social elite like I am. I know you may not find such things entertaining like I do.”

Clarissa glares at you, crossing her arms. “Is that a challenge?”

You tilt your head. “Quoi?”

“You’re challenging me!” She jabs her finger on your chestplate, red cheeks puffed out heavily. “You don’t think I’m good enough for those parties, do you!?”

“… well no,” you say bluntly.

“Ha!” She steps back, planting her hands on her hips. “Well, tell you what, sweetcheeks! I’ll mingle with the crowd so hard they’ll think I was the only Green Lantern of Earth!” She starts stomping away. “I better get dressed!” She pumps her fist, and a swirl of willpower quickly envelops her then forms into an elegant green gown for her. “See you later, bitch!” She flies off.

You sigh, standing next to Red Tornado. She looks at you, confused.

> “Hey, the ring chose her, not me.”
> “You excited?”
> “Let’s go freshen up then.”
> Write in

>>36021888
>> “Let’s go freshen up then.”
I'm sure Lumi has a nice spare dress for RT

>>36021888
> “Let’s go freshen up then.”

>>36021888
> “Let’s go freshen up then.”

>>36021888
> “You excited?”
>“Let’s go freshen up then.”

When you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all.

>>36021888
>“You excited?”
> “Let’s go freshen up then.”

> “Let’s go freshen up then.”

You clap your hands together, smiling at Red Tornado. “Got any place where we can freshen up?”

Red Tornado nods. “Sure! There is one place I know of! It’s a super secret place!”

-

-

Red Tornado opens the door to her little home in a little neighborhood of New York. “Mom, Dad, I’m home from fighting crime and evil!”

“That’s nice, hun,” says Red Tornado’s mom from the kitchen. “Food’s in the fridge.”

You look at Red Tornado, confused as she stands there, apparently proud of her actually pretty cozy little home in the neighborhood. Dad sits in his big chair, reading the newspaper, indifferent to his daughter with magical wind powers and a Green Lantern walking. The two of you head up the stairs and quickly walk into Red Tornado’s extremely messy room. “Welcome to Tornado Alley!” she says.

You say, “So, your Mom and Dad know about your crime fighting?”

Red Tornado shrugs. “Actually, they don’t really care what I do. They actually haven’t noticed that I was gone for the past month,” she says quickly. Aw the poor thing. “But, that’s all over, go on and freshen up in the bathroom! I shall go about and find a dress!” She pushes you back into the hallway and slams the door.

Hm. Well.

> Go shower and freshen up
> “Can I see your dress?”
> Walk around Red Tornado’s home
> Write in

>>36022280
> “Actually, they don’t really care what I do. They actually haven’t noticed that I was gone for the past month,”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6pP0YO8KGQ

> Go shower and freshen up
> “Can I see your dress?”

>>36022280
>> “Can I see your dress?”
We can get her a better one if we need

>>36022280
>Go shower and freshen up

Where are we going to find some sort of elegant green-lantern themed formal-wear? I guess we could just go in costume since there's going to be other superheroes there, but we should put in a little effort at least.

>>36022402
If we really need we can just change our current uniform like Clarissa did, make a nice evening gown out of it

>>36022280
> Go shower and freshen up

>>36022280
>Go shower and freshen up

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>>36022452

>>36022554
Perfect

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>>36022573
>mfw Clarissa shows up wearing the same outfit

> Go shower and freshen up

You let the ring disintegrate your clothes as you step into the shower. You turn the knob, and fresh hot water hits you like a locomotive. You’ve gotten into the habit of not really wearing anything anymore since you got the ring and it simply makes your clothes for you. Of course, you have to deal with the vast majority of your wardrobe being green, black, or white in those shades.

You slick your hair back and sigh in bliss, you needed a good shower, especially after what happened on Korugar and with Legion. Things have just been so stressful lately. It’s nice to get a day of rest after so long.

Your ring project a screen. “Green Lantern Berger.” It’s Salaak.

You cover yourself. “Ah, Monsieur!” you scream. “I’m naked!’

Salaak nods. “I can see that. Green Lantern, this is important.”

You sigh. Oh great. “What now, Salaak?”

“The Guardians have detected a time-space disturbance in the vicinity of Earth.” Oh great, more dimensional chaos. “It should be nothing as they say, but please keep alert.”

> “As long as you stop interrupting me when I’m bathing.”
> “Yes, Monsieur.”
> “Perhaps you could send someone to investigate?”
> Write in

>>36022671
> “Yes, Monsieur.”

the ring comes with responsibilities

>>36022671
> “Yes, Monsieur.”
I'm sure it'll be nothing

>You’ve gotten into the habit of not really wearing anything anymore since you got the ring and it simply makes your clothes for you.
I'm sure she'll stop once her ring depowers and she's left naked in the middle of nowhere

>>36022671
>“Yes, Monsieur.”

>>36022671
> “Yes, Monsieur.

Warn #2 and the league when we get the chance.

>>36022671

> “As long as you stop interrupting me when I’m bathing.”
> “Yes, Monsieur.”
>Phone Clarissa to go on ahead, we got called away on a routine inspection and we need the Lantern Corps to make a good impression
>Secretly revel in her suffering

>>36022671
>> “Yes, Monsieur.”

warn the justice society and remind Salaak. to use voice only at first its less likely to cause attention to our self

>>36022713
Perhaps we should call her right now.
We can see which way she swings

>>36022671
>>36022848
Yes.

> “Yes, Monsieur.”

You nod. “Very well, Monsieur. I will be on the lookout.” You would also like to say, “Monsieur, perhaps you will stop interrupting me when I’m on the bath?”

Salaak says, “The bath is the only time when you’re available.” Oh great, now he has an actual reason to peek on you. Whatever. You wave the screen away, ending the conversation. At least you can try to relax now with the threat of something. Maybe it’ll just be that Billy Numerous boy from that different dimension.

Oh well, time to finish this shower. Oooh, strawberry shampoo!

-

-

You step out, wearing a towel with your ring as you step over to Red Tornado’s room. You knock on the door. “Rouge, it’s me! Are you ready?”

“Yep!” She opens the door, revealing her wearing her dress, a nice elegant but simple red dress complete with a short cape hanging off her shoulder. But still she wears that helmet. “What do you think, too simple?”

> “You look fine.”
> “You might want to get rid of the helmet.”
> “Perfect.”
> Write in

>>36022887
> “Perfect.”

>>36022887
> “You might want to get rid of the helmet.”

zits?

>>36022887
>> “Perfect.”
Nice

If people ask about the helmet we should be all like "What helmet?"

>>36022887
> “Perfect.”

>>36022887
>> “Perfect.”
(we should make her a proper helmet one day, order one from a Gl world with good teck so its made of space age material this girl don't need no head damage"

>>36022887

> “Perfect.”
> "Why the helmet, though?"

> “Perfect.”

You sigh. As much as you want to make her take the helmet off, you decide you might as well indulge her. “You look perfect, Rouge.” You pat her on the helmet, and she squeals in delight, happily letting you pet her head. “Anyway, where did you get that dress?” you ask.

“Oh, this is my Mom’s,” she says. “She and I are about the same size so we can pretty much share our clothes. She never notices when I take clothes of hers.”

“Righto,” you say. “So, what do you think, Rouge?” You step inside her room, projecting up three potential options for dresses. One is your usual uniform as usual, the black miniskirt the black chestplate, the green blouse, the gloves and the thigh-high socks.

The second is a green dress, nice and simple, much like the one you wore back home. It comes with a nice green bow in your hair to tie it all together along with the black gloves and stockings.

And third is the armored dress. Much like the second except with armored plates running up the skirt, and with your chest plate, and with light gauntlets.

Which one?

> Uniform
> Dress
> Armored Dress
> Write in

>>36023128
>armoured dress

>>36023128
>Armored Dress

Elegance, readiness, and confidence all in once package.

>>36023128
> Dress

>>36023128
> Dress

>>36023128
> Dress

>>36023128
>Armored Dress

>>36023128
>Armoured dress uniform
There is no other choice.

>>36023128
> Dress

This is a formal event.

>>36023128
>Dress
We don't need to look battle ready just for a dinner.

>>36023241
>>36023207
>>36023188
>>36023181

Perhaps we can add a green lantern pin to the ribbon in Lumi's hair or somewhere on the dress? Would that be tacky or would the white on the insignia work as good contrast to the rest of the dress?

>>36023128
> Armored Dress

>>36023324
a brooch or maybe a black shawl with the logo in jade

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1. Dress
2. Fate/Stay Green Lantern

>>36023381
Thanks Dice gods.

>>36023381
Yes, we saber now

but dress won 4-5

>>36023405
Will be done, my Kingdom Come.

So, is the whole nude without ring thing going to become a joke later on. Either way we should wear something underneath our costume.

>>36023496
Non, why do you think Lumi advocates keeping the ring charged at all times?

>>36023496
It's a Chekhov's gun to be fired at the most hilarious moment possible

> Armored Dress

You happily set the armored dress upon yourself. The swirl of willpower runs around your body, forming the dress and the armor on you. Just for a bit of style, you add on a small cape that reaches down to your elbows, and tie it around your neck with a brooch with the Green Lantern emblem. Excellent! You tie back your hair into a swirly ponytail as well with a white bow as well, and of course you must add on the domino mask.

“Wow.” Red Tornado stands there, amazed. “I wish I could do that. But all I can do is make winds blow!”

“That’s an amazing power,” you say. You pat her on the head again, happily placating right. “Right, it’s almost Six O’Clock.” You check a clock projection, accurate to the millisecond. “We should go, Rouge.”

You and her head down the stairs. Red Tornado yells, “Mom! We’re going to have dinner with the Justice Society and President Roosevelt!”

Mom yells from the kitchen. “Okay, just be back by eight, honey.”

Red Tornado leans in close, whispering in your ear. “It’s okay, they won’t notice if I’m still gone by eight.” You roll your eyes. She’s not making this as tragic as it sounds.

-

-

The Justice Society Headquarters is ablaze with activity. Reporters, curious folk, and policemen are all around, flashing pictures and trying to catch glimpses of people. You see some superheroes fly in, under the watchful eye of the US Army Air Force. You can even see the planes of the Blackhawks fly overhead. You wave to everyone as reporters take pictures of you from all angles. Red Tornado stands behind you, hiding a bit.

Clarissa stands there outside the door, looking at you. “Well, well, nice look Joan of Arc,” she says. “Are we going to get this show on the road or not?”

> “Don’t you want to appeal to the adoring masses?”
> “Sure, fine, let’s go.”
> Write in

>>36023570
In which we would need clarissas help.
Coincidntally this is how the two piece would be made.

>>36023611
>> “Don’t you want to appeal to the adoring masses?”
but seriously
>> “Sure, fine, let’s go.

>>36023520
I sure hope no one can drain a Lantern ring

>>36023611
>“Don’t you want to appeal to the adoring masses?”

>>36023611
> “Sure, fine, let’s go.”
Tell her about the temporal distortion or whatever it was..

>>36023611
Don't you want to appeal to the adoring masses.

>>36023611
> Write in
"jealous?" with a bitch smirk

>>36023648
I think other green lantern rings can

>>36023611
>“Sure, fine, let’s go.”

Give her a heads up about that time-space disturbance that Salaak told us about. Might have to bow out early if we get an alert about it.

> “Don’t you want to appeal to the adoring masses?”

You smirk. “Don’t you want to appeal to the adoring masses, Clarissa?” You wave to the reporters. Red Tornado continues to hide behind you, using your body as a shield. “Come on, at least say hello to them!”

Clarissa rolls her eyes, then waves to them. “Hi, hello.”

“Green Lantern, Green Lantern!” A woman in purple pushes her way through the crowd, notepad in hand while her trusty redheaded photographer gets your photos. “Can you take a few questions for the Daily Planet?”

You shake your head. No more than you need to. You start pushing Clarissa and Red Tornado inside. “Sorry, no questions!” She gets swept by more reporters trying to get photos of you as you step inside.

And inside it is a lot more cozier. The Justice Society’s HQ has been turned into a neat little ballroom, you guess it was Doctor Fate’s doing along with a bit of funding from Hour-Man. The atmosphere is more quiet, and more gentle. Costumed superheroes walk to place from place, converse with each other at tables. At the table reserved for the highest of honorable guests sits Franklin D. Roosevelt, President of the USA, along with the Flash and Hawkman.

Wow! And there’s the Batman and Robin as well! Clarissa and Red Tornado immediately gravitate towards the catering table, going to get their dinners.

> Grab a dinner
> Mingle with the President
> Gravitate towards the Dynamic Duo
> Write in

>>36023959
> Grab a dinner

>>36023959
> Grab a dinner
> Gravitate towards the Dynamic Duo

>>36023959
> Mingle with the President
[SQUEALS INTERNALLY]

>>36023959
> Grab a dinner

look for finger food to feed to dick, possibly in suggestive manner

>>36023959
> Gravitate towards the Dynamic Duo

>>36023959
>Grab a dinner

>>36023959
>> Mingle with the President

>>36024021
Go for the oysters, if possible.

>>36024048
Anon! What kind of girl so we want people to think we are.

>grab a dinner
>dynamic duo

> Grab a dinner

Oooh, Deviled eggs! You happily take a few and place them on your plate, along with a slice of ham and other good dinner foods! Wow, they have everything, even Bleu de gex! You walk over to Clarissa and Red Tornado, who stand there awkwardly as heroes converse and chat with each other. “Are you two not going to mingle?”

Red Tornado says, “We don’t know anybody!”

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” you say. You point over to the boy in the starry uniform. “There’s the Star-Spangled Kid, and his partner Stripesy!” You point over to… oh God. “And there’s Aquaman…” You, Clarissa, and Red Tornado practically drool as he walks on by, without a shirt. And that wild mane of his! Ooooh… You clench your thighs together, yes.

Wait. You blink. “Clarissa, there was an alert we needed to keep alert of,” you say.

“Alright, great!” Clarissa stuffs a devilled egg into her mouth. “A good excuse to get out of this.” She looks over and smirks as you see the Boy Wonder walk up to you three.

“Oh, hey, Green Lantern.” Robin seems happy to see you. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

You smile. “Hey there…”

> Robin.
> Bruce.
> Write in

>>36024214
> Robin.
Breaking his cover would be a dick move

>>36024214
> Robin.
Let's not be a dick.

>>36024214
>Robin
>say we want to tell him all about our alternate reality adventure, and the interesting things we learned, and wanted to compare that realities facts to our own.

>>36024214
> Robin.

>>36024214
>Robin.

>>36024214
>Robin

>>36024258
this

>>36024214
> Robin.

>>36024258
seconding

> Robin.

You smile. “Robin!” He smiles back, holding a glass of soda for the kid sidekicks and the like. “It has been some time, oui.” You size him up and down. That costume certainly compliments his strength, even for being only around your age. Hehehe… You motion over to Clarissa and Red Tornado. “This is the new Green Lantern of Sector 2814, Clarissa Savage, no relation to the Nazi. And this Red Tornado, relation to Red Tornado of New York.

Clarissa leans in, her great tits bouncing. “Hey there!” Robin blinks, blushing a bit as he glances at her great big bust. “So, I hear the Batman is your mentor. Is he as crazy as they say?”

“Uh…” Robin can’t stop staring at her tits. Damn it! You quickly push her out of the way. “Oh, hey GL. Well uh… it was nice to see you again, I suppose.”

“Oh, is that all?” you ask. “Do you not want to get to know each other?”

Robin shrugs. “Eh, I shouldn’t keep you from your friends. I mean, I suppose we could go see the Batmobile.” What. Wait, he knows what he’s doing. “But, you know.”

> “Let’s go!”
> “Let’s go, all of us!”
> “Nah, we’re good.”
> Write in

>>36024481
> “Let’s go!”
Slut mode activate.

>>36024481
> “Let’s go!”

>>36024481
> “Let’s go!”

>>36024481
>Let's go!

>>36024481
>“Let’s go!”
Oh my.

>>36024481
> “Let’s go!”
Roll to seduce

>>36024481
>“Let’s go!”
Prepare to be disappointed Lumi

>>36024481
>“Let’s go!”

> “Let’s go!”

Clarissa huffs. “You’re already leaving us behind?”

“I’ll be back!” you say as you push Robin out. “It will only be a few minutes!” Most likely a lie but you really don’t want to just leave them behind. You just go for the reassurement at least, just to keep them waiting on you.

Red Tornado waves. “Have fun storming his castle!” Oh, you will storm his castle so hard…

-

-

“Well, here we are,” he says. The Batmobile is parked in an alley outside of the HQ, sitting shrouded in the shadows. “The Batmobile.” You run your hands along the sleek hull. It’s so smooth and so streamline moderne! Robin stands next to you, smirking. “So, what do you think?”
“I’ve never seen it in person!” you say. “I’ve seen pictures and artists interpretations!” You snap your finger. “Can we go inside?”

“Oh…” Robin scratches his neck, nervous. “I don’t think the old man would let me.”

> “Come on!”
> “Oh, fine.”
> Write in

>>36024844
> “Come on!”
"But I want to learn how to work stick"

>>36024844
>“Oh, fine.”

>>36024844

> “Oh, fine.”
discuses temporal shenanigans

>>36024844
>Write in

That's OK, I just wanted to talk to you.

>>36024844
> “Come on!”

>>c36024844
>“Come on!”
It's not like we'll take it anywhere.

Show him your French girl charms Limit.

>>36024844

> “Oh, fine.”

>>36024979
This.

>>36024979
Seconding.

Talk about old Bruce!

>>36024844
>Oh fine.
>ingage flirt mode

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36025014
This
rolling to seduce

>>36024844
> Write in
Doesn't matter, just start flirting/seducing him.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36025014
Better roll to seduce

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36025014
Rolling to seduce

>>36025034
>>36025053
>>36025081
Crap that mediocre. I hope our french powers make up for that.

>>36025107
Of course, these are rolls before we add the French modifier

>>36025125
In our fate/stay armour dress

> “Oh, fine.”

You cross your arms, sighing as you lean your bum on the hull of the Batmobile’s hood. “Oh fine. I wanted to talk to you anyway, Robin.” He leans in next to you, twiddling his thumbs. “How have things been with you?”

Robin shrugs. “Oh, fine I suppose. The old man is a bit frigid you know but…” he smiles at you. “I’m glad you’re here at least. I mean, Batgirl is nice, but you’re pretty cool.”

“Batgirl?” you ask.

Robin leans in, whispering in your ear. “She’s watching us.” He points upwards, and you see the silhouette of who else but a young girl in Bat garb on the roof, silhouetted by the moonlight. “If something happens, she’ll pounce.”

You smirk, leaning in closer, surprising him. “Oooh… what kind of ‘something’?”

He blinks, blushing. “Um, well… you know, if thugs come out of the woodwork or something.” He scoots away, nervous. “Just uh… yeah…” He smiles. “You ever been inside the Batmobile, I can show you!”

You roll your eyes. “Come on, Robin.”

“Okay, okay… um. You know Green Lantern I really do think you’re pretty cool.” He scratches the back of his head, still nervous. “I hear there was some transdimensional trouble?”

“Yeah,” you say. “it was fixed a while ago, thankfully by moi. But…” Hm, curious. “I found out in one dimension that Alfred was Batman.” Robin coughs, a hint of a snicker stretching across his face for a brief second. “Which made Robin Bruce Wayne!” He covers his mouth, apparently shocked. “Are you Bruce Wayne?”

“No!” he says. “I-… I can’t tell you my secret identity.”

> “Fine.”
> “You tell me, I’ll tell you mine.”
> “Tell me!”
> Write in

>>36024926
Dammit, I laughed.

>>36025269
> “You tell me, I’ll tell you mine.”
Little shit probably already knows

>>36025269
> “You tell me, I’ll tell you mine.”

>>36025269
>“Tell me!”

>>36025269
> “You tell me, I’ll tell you mine.”

>>36025269
>“Fine.”
It's common courtesy not to go poking around that kind of thing.

>>36025269
>“You tell me, I’ll tell you mine.”

>>36025269
> Write in
I'll show you mine if you show me yours ;)

Also, I wonder which batgirl is up there?

>>36025348
Babs most likely.

If she interrupts offer threesome

>>36025375
It would be cool if it's Cassandra Cain

>>36025269
> Write in

Take him flying

>>36025402
>I COULD SHOW YOU THE WORLD

>>36025402
Ooh, that would be cool.

Make out in high orbit.

>>36025452
>Fly into temporal distortion.
>Lost in time

>>36025452
Stealing Supe's best move.

>>36025491
Again?

>>36025269
>> “You tell me, I’ll tell you mine.”

>>36025452
I hope he's wearing pants, the scaly panties would useless in the cold void of space/ upper atmosphere.

>>36025526
Oh my, if it is too cold for him we must do our best to make sure he does not suffer from hypothermia. How ever could we ensure he stays warm in the cold dark of space.

> “You tell me, I’ll tell you mine.”

“You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.” He narrows his eyes beneath his domino mask, skeptical. “Come on!”

He looks up at Batgirl, who stands on a constant vigil. “I dunno. I don’t think Batgirl up there would really approve,” he says. “Or Batman for that matter.”

You lean in, pressing your arm against his. “Come on… we do it at the same time, okay?” He bites his lip, nervous. “I won’t tell anyone else, and if I do tell someone else it will be an alien who never visits Earth anyway and doesn’t have business with you.”

He sighs. “On three.”

One.

Two.

Three.

“Dick Grayson.”

“Lumière Berger.”

The look on both of your faces indicates that it was pretty painless. He smiles and you smile back at him. “Well, that was not so bad, was it?” you ask.

“Yeah, I suppose not.” He turns on his side, leaning his hip on the Batmobile as he says, “Listen, um… would you prefer GL?” You shrug. “Um, GL.” You glance, seeing Batgirl turn away, off her vigil. Ohoho, time alone at last. “I don’t think it’s likely we’ll see each other in person all that much so…”

You smirk. “Oui?”

“Um.” You can tell he’s blushing. Oh he’s so cute, he’s nervous! “Could you, maybe…”

Oh, you know what he’s asking for.

BUT YOU HAVE NEVER DONE IT BEFORE, FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING.

> Kiss him on the lips
> Kiss him on the cheek
> Hug him
> Write in

>>36025625
Kiss him on the lips

>>36025625
> Kiss him on the lips

NO FEAR!

>>36025625
>> Kiss him on the lips

>>36025625
> Kiss him on the lips
> Write in
A chaste kiss first, then turn up the heat as he reciprocates.

>>36025625
>Kiss him on the lips

>>36025625
> Kiss him on the lips
WHO DARES WINS

>>36025625
>inb4 we are interrupted.
And then Limit was pissed.

>>36025625
>>36025699
KISS HIM ON THE DICK

>>36025625

> Kiss him on the cheek

>>36025625
>Kiss him on the lips
It's called french kissing for a reason.
[spoiler/Incoming batarang.[/spoiler]

Rolled 12, 6 = 18 (2d20)

>>36025800
Make green bubble shield and big bright sign that says "Eat it BG"

>>36018611
umm i think these quest threads are dumb but that's one funny OP

>>36025625
> Kiss him on the cheek

>>36025763
He is.. Dick? So that's anywhere really..

>>36025625
Take him to space!
DO THE SUPES KISS

>>36025906
FLYING KISS TIME

>>36025625
>>36025906
Sure, why the hell not?

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>>36025625
>It's Dick
>The Dick

>>36025906
Why would we want to erase Dick's memory?

>>36025625
>>36025934
seconded

>>36025963
next deculture drawthread someoneshould request a Lumi version of that pic

>>36025963
>>36025984
Can't get enough Dick.

Never enough Dick.

>>36025625
>> Kiss him on the lips

> Kiss him on the lips
> Write in

You grab Dick, then fly upwards. “Whoa!” You float over the city of New York in a mere few seconds. The lights of New York provide a warm backdrop to your occasion, as the gentle winds flutter your skirt and his cape. “W… wow.” He looks down as you hold him by the arms. “This is an amazing view.” He looks back at you, grinning. “I-“

You press your lips against his.

Your first kiss! Your first real kiss with a boy, and in near orbit too! Oh Papa is going to be so mad and yet this feels so right! It feels so good…

“Robin!” You hear Robin’s earpiece go off. “We need you here, now, something’s happened!” Oh no… Robin breaks away from you, concerned.

“We need to go back,” he says. You nod, determined. You suppose this moment will have to wait.

-

-

You quickly follow him back inside the HQ, busting down doors, then you see what has went on. A huge portal has opened up from the wall, and out step from it more and more giant black armored troopers. Nazis, and not just any Nazis, Nazis under Vandal Savage’s command! And speaking of Vandal Savage, the man himself was there! The Justice Society battle it out with the soldiers, beams of magic, heat, and other superpowers flying everywhere

“Vandal Savage!” you scream. Robin stands next to you. Clarissa and Red Tornado fly in behind you, ready to support you.

Vandal Savage looks back at you. “Well, Mister Degaton.” His aide smirks, standing next to Savage they look at you like one would look on an amusing child. “If it isn’t the ‘magical’ Green Lantern.” He motions to Degaton. “Get the President.” Degaton leads a squad of soldiers onwards through the fight.

“We’ll get the Pres!” says Clarissa. She and Red Tornado blast their way through the crowd.

Vandal Savage walks towards you, smirking as a pair of giant armored soldiers back him. “And we’ll get you,” he says smugly.

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

Rolled 8, 19 = 27 (2d20)

>>36026093
Teddt Roosevelt's head on a grizzly bear

Rolled 4, 1 = 5 (2d20)

>>36026093
A giant teddy bear with a baseball bat!

>>36026093

A good ol' fashioned tank.

Rolled 16, 2 = 18 (2d20)

>>36026093
Sword and board

Rolled 3, 6 = 9 (2d20)

>>36026149
>>36026093

Sure would be great if I remembered to roll.

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>>36026093
I was going to say pick related, but then
>>36026135
happened.

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>>36026135

Magical Green Lantern Quest: the 1s the game the movie the sequel's revenge.

>>36026135
Every damn time. Poor Lumi.

>>36026135
Lumi should probably give up. At this point I think she's just.. useless.

Just let the reserve lantern take over.. and go cry back in France. I mean Christ she's almost got Parker luck.

>>36026217
>>36026223

I bet none of the other Green Lanterns have an inherent 5% to just completely fail at something regardless of experience or circumstance.

>>36026223
Maybe we can get some Blue Lantern support later...

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>>36026135
every thread until it kills us

d100 is better

>>36026266
Some one keeps pushing that... maybe it's you.

But why on earth would the blue lantern not be better off helping someone who is more competent? Why use it as a crutch for the weaker lantern when you could power up the stronger one?

>>36026252
For real, man.

>>36026266

So our critical failures can be supercharged critical failures?

>>36026322
Backlash harms the hope dog. All.. will *whimper* be hell... I-i... was a d-dog.......

>>36026322
Exactly!

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> CRITICAL FAILURE: SHAPING

You stand in front of Robin, grinning. “Robin, stand back and observe the light show, Green Lantern’s got this!” You project a sword and a shield for yourself, then at your side a grizzly bear with Teddy Roosevelt’s face on it and a teddy bear with a baseball bat. You fly at Vandal Savage, ready to send him flying!

Only for a soldier to smash your projections and punch you away. You flip end over end, smashing into Doctor Fate and knocking him out, then flying into a wall. Then you fall right onto the dinner table. Then a pair of soldiers come in and start punching. “Ow, ow, ow!” you scream.

Vandal Savage walks up to you. “Pathetic. I would’ve expected more.” A soldier grabs your neck and lifts you up, letting your legs hang loosely as you lie limp in their grasp. “Kill her.”

He grabs your head, intent on your twisting your neck, but then a shuriken embeds itself in his arm. You both look to see Robin, standing there. “Hey, that’s my girl you’re trying to kill.” The soldier drops you, and he immediately goes after Robin.

[1/2]

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>>36026440
[2/2]

“Degaton!” Vandal Savage looks back to his aide a pair of soldiers as they drag forth a very wounded President Roosevelt. “Very good.” What!? Clarissa, Red Tornado!

Clarissa is dragged forth by another soldier, struggling as she fights against the grasp of the soldier. “You’ll never get away with this, you kraut bastard!”

“I’m not here for you,” he says as he walks up to FDR. “Mister President.”

FDR looks up at Vandal Savage, a tired old man with weak legs. “… go to hell you monster.” Vandal Savage huffs, then pulls out a pistol. No, no! You try to crawl forth and stop it. Everyone else is too busy.

BANG

No! FDR drops down, dead. Clarissa stares at FDR’s corpse, shocked.

“Degaton, split up, we’ll meet back at the Rendezvous.” His aide pulls out a remote and opens up a new glowing portal. Vandal Savage and his soldiers quickly make their retreat through the portal. You don’t have any time, you need to do something now!

> Follow Savage
> Follow Degaton
> Finish the fight
> Write in

>>36026464
We just killed FDR. All is fucking ruined.

>>36026464
> Follow Savage

I hope that was double....

>>36026464
>Write in
Any way to revive the President?

>>36026464
> Follow Savage
We can fix this if we can steal his time travel or dimension hopping device and save the president before he is killed.

>>36026496

He still has his vice president in line. He did pretty well handling WW2 after Roosevelt died, didn't he? Although RL history is hardly a pattern to follow for DCU history.

>Follow Savage

I'm a bit reluctant to do anything because we just critfailed two times in one thread, but let's go ahead and do something stupid.

>>36026464
> Follow Savage
Fuck it let's get Lumi killed as well.

>>36026622
>FDR dies from assassin instead of a stroke in a health spa with the woman he loves, his mistress.

bit of an upgrade imo

>>36026584
Theoretically, if we fix this problem with space time we could come back in time to before this happened. I think it worked before.

>>36026748
>>36026604

Unless the dice stop us.

>>36026748
If we want an easy method, just ask the flash to break through the time barrier.

> Follow Savage

The portal starts closing. You quickly bring yourself back up and start running towards it. “Hey, sweetcheeks, where are you going!?” Clarissa stands up. “Come back, wait!” Too late. He just killed the President of the United States and facilitated the downfall of the Justice Society, and the harm to Robin and others! You are not going to let this go easily!

You jump.

-

-

You land on an the asphalt, scratching your face and your dress as you tuck into a roll and brandish your ring. Vandal Savage turns around to meet you, along with his soldiers. “In the name of the Green Lantern Corps, you are under arrest, Vandal Savage! Surrender!” The portal closes behind you, damn, no turning back.

Vandal Savage smirks. “Oh, Green Lantern, you have made a terrible mistake. My aide was the one with the time travel device, not me.”

“That doesn’t matter now,” you say. You point your ring at him. “No evil escapes the Green Lanterns. This ends now.”

And just like that, a Soldier is blasted by a green blast of energy, falling forward, dead.

… uh, that wasn’t you.

[1/2]

>>36026464
>Follow Savage
That mother fucker Killed FDR!
Time to channel some red in our diet and kick some ass!

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Guys, a thought occurred to me while a kind /co/mrade was storytiming the Blackest Night event. There's a very interesting part in the story where Nekron forces Black Lantern rings onto resurrected superheroes. Lumi, as we already know, was dead but brought back ot life. When the Blackest Night comes in this universe, it's very likely that we could see Lumi turning into a Black Lantern herself.

LUMIERE BERGER OF EARTH...RISE

>>36026853
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A Green Lantern speeds past you, quickly kicking another soldier square on in the face, shattering his gasmask and sending him sprawling backwards. Another Soldier raises his rifle. The Green Lantern quickly fires a projection of herself at the Soldier. The projection bashes and batters the Soldier to death with quick rapid kicks and punches. You and Vandal Savage stand there, completely confused.

Until finally, the woman makes a stop at kicking out Vandal Savage’s knee. He falls over, in pain. She wears a uniform similar to your own, except a bit more heavily armored, with gauntlets instead of gloves, and her stocking suspenders are completely visible with her miniskirt as well! She wears a small green cloak, hood over her head. “Vandal Savage, you are under arrest.”

Hey, that was your line! You walk up to her, and she turns to see you.

… oh God. “Who… who are you?” you ask.

She blinks in surprise. She pulls back her hood.

She’s you.

> “Um. Bonsoir.”
> “What year is it!?”
> “What’s going on!?”
> Write in

>>36026861

Oops, rolled a 1 to resist.

Then rolled a 1 to re-animate.

Well, this is awkward.

>>36026748
That's how Booster Gold got his sister back. Time fuckery can be undone by time fuckery....maybe we'll get to meet Booster and Rip! or Barry or Wally! or Zoom

>>36026759
naturally

>>36026875
>Write in

Oh, alternate me. Okay then. Let's go and deal with Savage before anything else.

>>36026875
>“Um. Bonsoir.”
"Did we accidently ourselves?

>>36026875
> “What year is it!?”

fucking time travel, how does it work?

>>36026875
> Write in
"I would love to talk, but he just killed the president and we need to undo it!"

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>>36026875
>> “Um. Bonsoir.”
>> “What year is it!?”
>> “What’s going on!?”

All three, in that order!

>>36026875
>“Um. Bonsoir.”

>>36026875
"So you're...what, the version of me that kept punching Sinestro until he was a smear? How did that go, by the way?"

>>36026875
> “Um. Bonsoir.”
> “What year is it!?”

>>36026875
>“What year is it!?”

>>36027230
The year of our lord Sinestro 22SN

> “Um. Bonsoir.”

You blink. “Um. Bonsoir!” You twiddle your fingers as the two of you stare at each other, awkwardly. Finally, you decided to break the ice. « What year is it? »

«1954. The Allies lost the war, the United States was conquered, I am you from this future, and I am part of the Resistance.» She shrugs. «There is much more you need to know, but I can fill you in later. It seems Vandal here does not carry his time travel device with him, a shame, I was hoping I could follow him and then reverse it relatively quickly but it seems he has covered his tracks. » She picks up Vandal Savage and punches him, knocking him out cold.

«I see, oui. May I follow you then? »

« Of course, come on. » She opens up a sewer grate with her ring, then the two of you drop in.

-

-

It’s been a very long, quiet walk through the sewers. Everything is so dark, and yet you hear nothing but the rushing of dirty water, and you smell nothing but the dirty scent of garbage and excrement. “So… what has happened?”

“A lot,” she says. “The Justice Society was disbanded after most of its members were killed or captured during the fight where FDR was killed.” She pauses for a bit. “Robin was one of them, along with Red Tornado.” You pause, just for a second, before continuing. Oh Rouge… “When the war started going poorly, heroes started going underground. And that wasn’t even the worst of it.”

You nod. “I noticed you killed those soldiers. What happened to the Corps?”

“The Corps no longer exists.” That hits you like a freight train. “Legion and his Manhunter armies swarmed Oa, killed many Lanterns. Tomar-Re, Kilowog… Chaselon. All good Lanterns.” Oh no… “We have been provided help from the other Corps but, the Green Lanterns are no longer a single body. Some here and there in their Sectors but that’s it. Even Clarissa has disappeared, I don’t know where she is.”

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>>36027308
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You nod. “Alright.” You both stop, then pause at a wall. Lumi fires a burst of energy at a little hole, which sends the wall sliding to the side. You both step into the darkness, and the wall shuts behind you. “What else did I miss?”

The lights go up, revealing a large warehouse and storeroom. People rest in little shacks, but you also see the colorful outfits of other heroes and even recognizable villains. You hear the familiar laugh of the Joker in the distance too!

Savage is dropped in front of a giant green man with a blue cape. “Jon, I have Savage for you.”

You blink. “Martian?”

He looks down at you. “J’onn J’onzz,” he says simply. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I will scan Savage’s brain for clues as to where we can find a time travel device, and hopefully reverse this mess before it happens.” He picks up Savage, and walks off with a guard of other heroes following him.

Lumi stands there with you, crossing her arms. “I hope he’s thorough.”

> “What else has happened?”
> “What heroes do we have here?”
> “I can’t handle this.”
> Write in

>>36027332
> “What else has happened?”
> “What heroes do we have here?”

at least tell me Schteel is okay

>he defected

>>36027332
>“What else has happened?”
More sadness please!

>>36027332
>What else has happened?”
> “What heroes do we have here?
please Nightwing

>>36027332
> “I can’t handle this.”

>>36027332
>“What else has happened?”
> “What heroes do we have here?”

I wonder if this Lumi found a way to overcome /tg/ dice upon his throne of 1s.

So I assume that the Spear of Destiny is still in Nazi hands.

What does it exactly do though?

>>36027358
Yeah, this

>>36027458
I don't know what it does exactly, but I remember that it blocked the Spectre from intervening in Germany during WW2. Otherwise, he'd go apeshit and kill Hitler and any other Nazis or generally horrible people in a large radius around Germany in less than a day.

It can also harm divine beings.

>>36027511
>>36027458

Yeah, I think it also messed with Myth, Magic and Supernatural based superheroes. I think it also had a Sphere of Influence effect as well.

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> “What else has happened?”
> “What heroes do we have here?”

You cross your arms. “What else has happened, what do we have?” you ask.

Lumi says, “Legion has expanded across the universe, conquering galaxy after galaxy. They’re quite the vicious horde. The Red Lanterns and what Green Lanterns are left are busy trying to keep them at bay, but without Mogo to direct any new rings to their successors or Guardians to forge new rings and even choose successors, the Corps numbers only over a few hundred. The Blue Lantern Corps assists when they can, but Legion knows they are useless on their own.”

You nod, looking around. “And this?”

“The Secret Society, we call ourselves. Heroes and villains from all over the world, banded together to fight Vandal Savage and his Third Reich.” She points down the way. “There is Lady Shiva, and over there is Slade Wilson.” She points over to a large mech and a little girl in a starry outfit, busy unloading new weapons. “There is Stargirl and Pat Dugan in his STRIPE Mech. Elsewhere, we have Batgirl, Victor Fries, and even Killer Croc roaming the sewers waging guerrilla war on Savage’s armies.”

You cross your arms. “This is something.”

“It is,” she says. “And if you are wondering, Steel is okay, he is in my room.” She crosses her arms, sighing as she disintegrates the cloak she is wearing. “In the meantime, I would like some rest, you are free to stay in our room.”

You nod. “That would be nice-… ours?”

She smiles at you. “You are me. You hold our destiny in your hands, provided we can send you back in time to make sure this never happens,” she says. “Plus, I have… found someone to love, someone I thought I would never-“

“Lumi.” You turn around. A man wearing shining gold armor and a man in cowboy garb carry a crate, obscuring the person in question. But then you see him.

What. No. No! No!

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>>36027622
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“Thaal!” Lumi grins, running up to him.

No. No. This is not happening.

Lumi runs up to Sinestro, wearing a yellow uniform and wearing a yellow ring. He is accompanied by a huge alien as well in a similar uniform and a woman in the same outfit.

No. Don’t you dare.

Lumi steps up on her tiptoes, and Sinestro leans down as well.

NO. NO. NO.

They kiss.

THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.

Lumi kisses him again on the cheek, then looks back at you, and immediately her happiness dissipates into concern. “What? Is something wrong?”

> Faint.
> “THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!”
> Attack Sinestro
> Write in

>>36027648
> Faint.

>>36027648
>Write in

What's wrong? REALLY? Do you absolutely have NO IDEA what could possibly be wrong here? Since I assume that you are still me, and have had the same experiences as me?

>>36027648
> Write in
Barely keep it together.
"So, were you right all along?"

>>36027648
> Attack Sinestro