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>>37570198
You roll your eyes. “Fine. But what are we going to do? Red Tornado is back in Great Britain managing things. Princess Amethyst is still rebuilding Gemworld. And the Universe under the Green Lantern Corps authority is surprisingly calm for the most part.” You frown. It’s like the world doesn’t need you! “What is there to do?”

She clears her throat. “Ahem. Glowing rings that can create anything our imagination can think of? People who commit crimes? It ain’t rocket science.”

Oh right. You slap yourself on the head, mentally of course, for forgetting that.

> “Alright. You go that way, I’ll go some other way.”
> “Let’s stick together then and patrol the world for CRIME!”
> “Nah, I don’t feel like it.”
> Write in

>>37570217
> “Let’s stick together then and patrol the world for CRIME!”

>>37570217
>Let's stick together then and patrol the world for CRIME!"

>>37570217
>“Let’s stick together then and patrol the world for CRIME!”

For truth, justice, and the American way!

>>37570217
>“Alright. You go that way, I’ll go some other way.”
Haven't been on patrol in a while.

>>37570217
Go find the other JSA members and see if they need help. Maybe we can free up some of their time?

>>37570217
>“Let’s stick together then and patrol the world for CRIME!”

> “Let’s stick together then and patrol the world for CRIME!”

“Let’s go patrol for crime then, Clarissa. AROUND THE WORLD!”

Clarissa checks her watch. “Um. Can it wait?” What? “I got something to attend to at around lunch time, something a bit confidential-wise?” She smiles, trying to at least get you to notice how cute she looks.

She looks about as cute as a warthog trying to stuff itself up its own arse. “Clarissa. What is so important that you would be willing to risk the safety of the common people over?”

She shrugs, now frowning. “Well… when you put it like that-“ She pouts. “Come on! Just give me like an hour, two hours tops!”

“Well, what would you be doing?” you ask.

She pauses, then says, “Secret.”

> “THERE ARE NO SECRETS IN THE GREEN LANTERN CORPS, CHIENNE!”
> “Fine, keep your secrets, I’m going out.”
> “It can wait.”
> Write in

Green butterflies to scout for crime?

>>37570420
>Fine, keep your secrets, I'm going out
She can catch up to us when she's done.

Though be careful if she comes back baring lunch for Lumi.

>>37570420
>“Fine, keep your secrets, I’m going out.”

>>37570420
> “Fine, keep your secrets, I’m going out.”

>>37570420

I'm torn between badgering her about her secret and attempting to get her to reveal it herself by being completely understanding yet crestfallen by accepting that she may have important personal reasons to do what she does.

>>37570548
Or we can ignore it now and it bites us later in the most hilarious way ever, like everything else

>>37570475
why should we be wary of lunch?

> “Fine, keep your secrets, I’m going out.”

“Fine then, Clarissa.” You turn your nose up so high it would turn blue. “I will leave you to your secrets. In the meantime I will do what is expected of me, and that is fight crime and keep the peace!”

Clarissa tilts your head. “Didn’t you forget-“

“I DID NOT!” you quickly say. “Now I will do as you Americans say and make myself scarce.” You wave goodbye to her, then close the door behind yourself. Hmph, who does she think she is, taking a break from fighting crime for her own personal ends! Why it’s deplorable!

Then again, you’ve probably done that a few times, but she’s Clarissa! What could she be up to? Singing in concerts? Signing autographs?

You gasp. Or perhaps… PORNOGRAPHY!

You slam the door open. “Clarissa, don’t bare your body to-“ Too late, she’s already gone.

… Oh.

Okay then. Fine, you don’t care. It’s not like she’ll find a good man to share the stork with anyway! That’s not how pornography works! She’s no Betty Grable! You won’t find her on any pin-up magazines! You step out into the street, then pull up a newspaper to quickly fill yourself in on the latest news.

And there you see her as a pin-up on page three.

…

AAAAAHHHH-

> Patrol the Eastern Seaboard of the USA
> Go back to Great Britain, familiar territory
> Go into more obscure territory, surprise yourself!
> Write in

>>37570805
> Patrol German occupied Europe
Hardcore time

>>37570805
>Go into more obscure territory, surprise yourself!
Maybe somewhere in the general direction of our father, so we can maybe drop in and check up on him, if we happen to have time.

>>37570805
>Go into more obscure territory, surprise yourself!

>>37570805
>> Go back to Great Britain, familiar territory

>>37570805
>Go into more obscure territory, surprise yourself!

>>37570805
> Write in
Nevermind, chase after her, screaming "YOU DON'T HAVE GET INTO PORN!"

>>37570805
>Go into more obscure territory, surprise yourself!

>>37570805
> Go back to Great Britain, familiar territory

>>37570805
> Go into more obscure territory, surprise yourself!

Our mission is the whole sector, after all.

> Go into more obscure territory, surprise yourself!

> MEANWHILE IN QUEBEC…

“Help us!”

You drop down to a crowd of people fleeing what appears to be a large scale flooding of some kind of brown liquid. “What’s going on?” A Mountie rides up on a horse to greet you. He tips his cap then salute.

“Some kinda maple syrup creature, eh!” He points back to the large glob of syrup mass. It rears up and roars, its mouth globbing and sliming all over the streets. “Dang thing just overran most of Main Street!”

… Maple syrup creature?

Wait, this Quebec. “Oui, I understand.” You cross your arms. “I will contain the outbreak as best I can, d’accord?” He nods, moving on to coral the crowd to the safety. Alright, you’ve got a giant blob of maple syrup to contain!

> Project a construct
> Roll 2d20 (Will+Shaping)
> Current Costume: MAGICAL HERO!

>>37571114
> Go into more obscure territory, surprise yourself!

Lets go to Mars and say hi to J'onn

Rolled 9, 15 = 24 (2d20)

>>37571203
Change costume to FATE STAY BRIGHTEST DAY AND BLACKEST NIGHT

Create a giant troll to gobble up the syrup!

Seriously, we should use more costumes.

Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d20)

>>37571203
We have to contain it with giant pancake stacks. We can't not. Also, GS you are a terrible racist.

Rolled 5, 11 = 16 (2d20)

>>37571203
Giant stack of Crepes to absorb it.

>>37571235
Canadian is a race now?

Rolled 18, 8 = 26 (2d20)

>>37571203
The biggest stack of French toast to soak up the syrup.

>>37571235
But Quebecois are French and you can't be racist to your own kind.

>>37571247
Yes.

>>37571282
Sure you can. Also They're just self hating canucks, not actually french.

>>37571282
If anything, they consider themselves "More" French than the French.

Rolled 10, 10 = 20 (2d20)

>>37571203
giant waffle to trap the syrup

>these middling to low rolls
They still shouldn't send Lumi out unsupervised.

You drop a giant stack of pancakes, waffles, and crepes onto the Maple Syrup creature. It groans as it’s slowly absorbed into the gigantic mass of breakfast goodness. You feel yourself suddenly get full now, oh… oh, you’re probably putting on a few pounds now.

You fly down and sit on the curb, holding your arm out as the breakfast menu slowly slurps up the syrup. You wonder where that’s all going to go.

You hope it doesn’t go to your butt, it’s big enough as it is.

Finally though, you have bested the syrup monster. You lie back, groaning and holding your stomach.

Please say all that syrup didn’t go to your belly!

“Hurrah for the Green Lantern!” The crowd of people suddenly pick you up and start cheering your name. “Hip-hip, hooray! Hip-hip, hooray!”

… you feel sick.

So much syrup.

> “Please put me down.”
> Eh, let them cheer.
> Write in

>>37571543
> Eh, let them cheer.

> Write in
Go somewhere else! Work off those pounds!

See what's going on in Russia! Maybe stop by Japan! Or Mars!

>>37571543
>> “Please put me down.”

Put Lumi down before she has to construct a barf bag.

>>37571543
>> Eh, let them cheer.

>>37571543
>“Please put me down.”
GREEN LANTERN'S CANADIAN DEBUT
VOMITS SYRUP ALL OVER EVERYONE

You want that to be the headline?

>>37571543
>“Please put me down.”
Do not vomit on the plebs!

>>37571543
> Eh, let them cheer.

a little ego boost every now and then isn't a bad thing

>>37571543

You can continue cheering, but please put me down and get clear.

>>37571543
>eh let cheer

Important lesson. What our constructs eat/absorb we eat.

Mmmm Lumi syrup butt.

>>37571543
It's funny how completely unaware Lumi is of her fantastic ass.

>>37571543
Wait, I know what this is! Why are you giving them an excuse man?

>>37571862
I know exactly who to blame.

> Eh, let them cheer.

Immediately, a parade is held in your honor despite the fact that ten minutes ago there was a giant syrup monster plaguing the city. They carry you through the streets, cheering your name, celebrating your image, and throwing rice and streamers in the air. You just lie back, letting them carry you while you stare up at the sky, pale in the face, completely dazed.

You are going to throw up so hard that you’ll make a new you from the sick.

Finally, after you get your key to the city from the mayor and even a kiss on the cheek from his wife, the parade disperses and quietens down.

You quickly run to the nearest trash can in an alleyway, then hurl violently.

Never again.

No more syrup.

You hear a whistling. “Hey, honeybunch!” She floats in happily. “Did your hips get wider?”

“Spare me your insults, Clari-“ You blink, to see her accompanied by a tiny little girl that comes up only to your waist. “Who is this?” you ask. She’s adorable! You smile happily as you kneel down to her level. She has a cute little swirly ponytail like Clarissa, but wears a nice pink bow in her hair and a green dress.

“Uh, yeah, this is Tiny,” says Clarissa. She steps to the side and reveals…

Merde.

[1/2]

>>37572028
[2/2]

It’s an entire crowd of children of varying ages!

“Yeah…” Clarissa smiles sweetly, scratching the back of her head. “Listen, I might’ve brought an entire orphanage’s worth of kids with me.” What. “They followed me! I swear!”

You cross your arms, looking her straight in the eye. “They followed you from New York to Quebec, Canada. Regular orphans with no superpowers. What a lovely and honest explanation.” Clarissa deflates heavily at that.

“Hey!” Tiny whines. “Auntie Clarissa just wanted to show us what it’s like being a Green Lantern!”

And one of the other orphans, another little girl like Tiny, says, “Yeah! And she figured she’d bring all of us on a field trip!”

Clarissa grins awkwardly. “Yeah, that’s what… happened.” She tilts her head. “You aren’t mad, are you?”

> “It’s sweet. But seriously, send them back.”
> “I suppose we can show off our powers for a couple of hours.”
> Write in

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>>37572050
> Write in
>Auntie Clarissa

>>37572050
>Write in
"Auntie Clarissa?" Giggle a little.

>>37572050
> “I suppose we can show off our powers for a couple of hours.”

>>37572050
> “It’s sweet. But seriously, send them back.”
It could be dangerous and I want to make these adorable orphans cry.

>>37572050
>Write in

So, Auntie Clarissa, how did you manage to come into possession of a gaggle of orphaned kids?

>>37572050
>I suppose we can show off

Warn her of our syrupy discovery

>>37572050
> “I suppose we can show off our powers for a couple of hours.”

>>37572122
>It could be dangerous and I will want to take them home with me

FTFY

>>37572050
>"Yes, I am. However they are your responsibility."

> “I suppose we can show off our powers for a couple of hours.”
> Write in

You smirk smugly, leaning in close. “Auntie Clarissa?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, eat it up.”

Tiny happily tugs on Clarissa’s hand. “Auntie Clarissa is the best! She always comes to visit and gives us candy and reads us bedtime stories!”

A little boy with a crutch comes up. “Yeah, and she always runs races with me!” Does she REALLY run a race with a boy with a limp? “And she always plays with Morgan too!”

Clarissa sighs. “I worry about Morgan sometimes. He keeps playing with the crabgrass outside.”

“Regardless, I suppose they can stay and we can show off our powers for them.” They all beam happily. “But only for a couple of hours.” Their smiles fade a bit, but Clarissa at least seems elated. “The work of a Green Lantern is a dangerous one and I will not risk the lives of you poor little orphans in a fight.” It is dangerous, but only because you just want to eat little Tiny up, she’s so precious!

Clarissa happily wraps her arm around you, motioning to all the orphans. “Right, lemme introduce you. You know Tiny, the one with the crutch is George. Morgan’s the kid with the crabgrass. That girl there is Ashley. That one over there is little Cindy. That one there is Suzie. Those are Wilder Brothers, Ben, Calvin, and Quentin. That’s Peter, Victor, and Hector. Call him Dory, call him Boris, and call him Gilbert. And the big one is Chewy.” They all happily wave, greeting you in their own ways.

Tiny tugs on your skirt. “Miss Green Lantern. Why is your skirt so short?” You… you really don’t have an answer for that. You thought it looked cute. Some of the boys giggle, whispering to each other. Oh boy, they better not have seen your underwear.

[1/2]

>>37572533
[2/2]

“Right, boys and girls.” Clarissa motions to you. “Sweetcheeks here has got loads of stories to keep you occupied.” She pats your back. “Lemme go secure the perimeter!” Wait, what!? She blasts off before you can protest.

Great. She just left you with a gaggle of orphans.

…

One of the kids raises his hand. “So, are you like her sidekick or something?” AAAHHH

> “Forget stories, let me show off my powers!”
> “So, do you kids like Les Voyages Extraordinaires?”
> “How about I get you all something to eat?”
> Write in

>>37572550
> “So, do you kids like Les Voyages Extraordinaires?”

NEEERRRD

>>37572550
>“So, do you kids like Les Voyages Extraordinaires?”

>>37572550
> “Forget stories, let me show off my powers!”
> “So, do you kids like Les Voyages Extraordinaires?”

>>37572550
> “So, do you kids like Les Voyages Extraordinaires?”

>>37572550
> “So, do you kids like Les Voyages Extraordinaires?”

>>37572550
>> “So, do you kids like Les Voyages Extraordinaires?”
Lantern-construct-illustrated storytime go!

>>37572550
>"Right kids, have you ever heard the story of a girl who was born a little different from other girls, and her adventures in a magical school where people risk their lives to become the best wizards of all?"

>>37572881
Is this a reference to something?

>>37572931
>>37572881
BFQ, I believe.

Heh, good times.

> “So, do you kids like Les Voyages Extraordinaires?”

You sit down happily, and they all sit down in response as well. “So, do you children like Les Voyages Extraordinaires by the famous Jules Gabriel Verne?”

“Who?” asks Tiny. Everyone looks to each other, confused.

… Ah. Well. “Well, he wrote Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Seas, perhaps you know of that?” They all look at you, completely dumbfounded. “Robur the Conquerer? Master of the World? In Search of the Castaways? The… Mysterious Island?” No, nothing appears to click with them. “Ah, oui, I see… uh-“

One of the kids raises his hands. “What’s with that funny accent of yours?” Accent? Oh, right, you’re French.

“Well, I am from France, you see,” you say. “And so-“

“Do they have protestants over in France?” asks a boy.

“No, nobody likes protestants,” you say. They all nod, happily. “Anyway-“

“Is France a big country?” asks another boy.

“France is very big, oui. I’ve rarely ever been to Marseille, for example.”

“Is that the place where Louis had all those parties?” asks Tiny.

“No, that’s Versaille. I-“

Another boy raises his hand. “Are French girls pretty?”

> Keep answering questions about France.
> “Irrelevant, it’s time for a re-telling of Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Seas!”
> “Ah, forgot this. Is there anything you kids want me to do?”
> Write in

>>37573128
> “Are French girls pretty?”

The prettiest.

Also, shouldn't we just go patrolling?

>>37573128
>“Ah, forgot this. Is there anything you kids want me to do?”
Fuck it, engage pandering mode.

>“No, nobody likes protestants,” you say.
RT is crying inside right now, she heard it right across the ocean.

>>37573128
>“No, nobody likes protestants,” you say. They all nod, happily. “Anyway-“
Thank you based Mother Church

>>37573128
> Write in
"The Prettiest. One more question and then..."
> “Ah, forgot this. Is there anything you kids want me to do?”

>>37573128
>> Keep answering questions about France

>>37573128
>Keep answering questions about France.
>“Ah, forgot this. Is there anything you kids want me to do?”

>>37573128
> Keep answering questions about France.

this is educational

>>37573128
>Keep answering questions about France.

> Keep answering questions about France.

“Oh, oui, oui! French girls are the prettiest girls in the world!” You hug yourself happily, proud to answer that question. The boy who asked it does not looked impressed though. “I am telling the truth!” you quickly say.

Another boy raises his hand. “Does France have rivers?”

“Oui, they do.”

“Have you ever been to the Eiffel tower?”

“Once, I nearly fell off of it, in fact, not fun.” Your papa saved you that day at least, now that you remember it.

“If a tree falls down in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”

“… what?” That-… Ow, your head.

Tiny tugs on your ring arm. “Show us your powers, Green Lantern!” All the children start cheering, egging you on.

> “No, my powers are for use in emergencies only!”
> “Okay, okay, just this once.”
> Write in

>>37573566
> “No, my powers are for use in emergencies only!”

We are a hero of justice!

>>37573566
> “Okay, okay, just this once.”

a small replica of the Eiffel Tower....with a slide

>>37573566
>Doesn't Clarissa show you all the time? It's not much different.

>>37573566
>“Okay, okay, just this once.”

>>37573566
> “Okay, okay, just this once.”

>>37573566
> “Okay, okay, just this once.”

How big should we make the penis construct for the orphans be?

breach orbit?

>>37573566
>Use it to have Clarrisa suddenly wearing a nun outfit.
>"You see, children, Clarissa's actually a woman of the cloth!"

Bam. reputation tarnished

> “Okay, okay, just this once.”

“Alright, fine. Just this once though. My powers are not be used lightly!” You hold out your ring and think. What to project that’s relatively harmless and not very willpower intensive…

You snap your finger. You project yourself a little book. “There we go!” You hand it to a very confused Tiny. “It is Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne!” You snap your finger again, bringing up H.G. Wells War of the Worlds for Morgan in place of his crabgrass. “And there you go, little boy!” You start popping in more books for everyone, who look positively astonished at their size and weights.

Tiny flips through the pages. “Um. Thank you?”

“Do not mention it!” You beam brightly as the kids confusedly browse and skim through the green papers of their books. Oh, they will thank you even more for these wonderful books!

Of course, you can’t project them forever, so you hope that-

Your ring beeps.

> WARNING, WARNING
> DISTRESS CALL INITIATED: GREEN LANTERN CLARISSA SAVAGE – 2814 IN TROUBLE.

Oh boy.

“Uh, stay here!” You quickly start running away to track Clarissa’s signal. You manage to get to the other end of the alley before you realize they have not stayed there. They have followed you. “I said stay!”

“Can we come with you?” asks Tiny.

> “No!”
> “Okay, fine, but stay back!”
> Write in

>>37574159
>“No!”

>>37574159
>Call Clarissa, see how bad it is.

>>37574159
> “Okay, fine, but stay back!”

>>37574159
> “Okay, fine, but stay back!”

inb4somekindofsurprisepartyfortheorphans

>>37574159
> “Okay, fine, but stay back!”

>>37574159
> “Okay, fine, but stay back!”

>>37574159
>“Okay, fine, but stay back!”

The syrup monster was a minion of that creepy demon auntie from teen titans, Mother May I. She probably had Clarissa at the mercy of her latest confection! The fiend!

Those toned legs will be missed.

>>37574465
>WW2 Teen Titans

I'd like this.

>>37574479
Who's in the line up?

>>37574159
>No!”

>>37574159
>“No!”
"If you do, it'll spoil the surprise gift"

> “Okay, fine, but stay back!”

“Okay, fine, but you stay back!” You start running to at least give them some time to catch up, especially the boy with the crutch. Oh no no no, this is not good! Who could have Clarissa in their deadly clutches? Perhaps it is Legion? Or maybe Vandal Savage? Or maybe the Mad Trapper!? Oh no no no!

You track the signal down to a spotty and dilapidated warehouse. You bust down the loading door. “In the name of the Corps, surrender!”

There, you see two things. One is Clarissa hanging from the ceiling by a rope around her waist. Surprisingly not in her Green Lantern uniform, instead in a yellow shirt dress and white stockings. “Help!” she yells. What happened!?

“MWAHAHAHAHA!” A very thin and crazed man stands atop a pedestal, shifting colors from red, to blue, to yellow, to orange, to indigo, and others. He “You’re too late, Green Lantern! The Rainbow Raider has kidnapped your lover!”

“I-“ You narrow your eyes. “… lover?”

Clarissa nods violently. “Oh yes! We are so-“

“Shut up, Clarissa!” you yell. All the orphans gather around the bust down door, looking at you all and waiting for a fight to happen. “This ends now!”

The Rainbow Raider drops down from his pedestal, brandishing a entire collection of rings! Except the Green Power Ring! “Choose your fate!”

…

He motions onward. “No, seriously. Choose. I’m a sporting man.”

> Red
> Orange
> Yellow
> Blue
> Indigo
> Violet

>>37574824
> Other
Sucker punch him. Fuck fair fights.

>>37574824
Just project a green boot right into his nuts instead of answering. We ain't got time fo this shit.

>>37574862
>>37574824
Supporting.

>>37574824
> Red

haven't been red yet

>>37574824

Is he asking us to choose a ring for him to use? Or are we going to be dual-wielding rings for this event?

>>37574824

> Orange

>>37574824
Supporting:>>37574862

If possible, say the Black Ring. The one that's about to be on his eye

>>37574824
Violet!
It's Sinestro/Robin summoning time!

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>>37574824

> Violet

After the fight is over, we're going to end up having adopted every single kid from that orphanage, aren't we?

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>>37574918
Where's Rainbow Batman when you need him?

>>37574938
>>37574824

Oh, whoops. I meant Indigo. Mistook compassion and love there for a moment.

>>37574824
>Indigo

It can brandish all the wavelengths of the emotional spectrum. Not sure if we can do that guilt-trip attack, though.

>>37574824
Beat his bitch ass in. Just grab his face and hit it against things until he stops trying to fight it.

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>>37574862
Pic Related

>>37574824
> Indigo

>>37574824
>Yellow

>>37574968

I wonder if we can try to force the Indigo ring on him. If it can turn the most hardened of killers into compassionate (if a little robotic) Indigo tribe members, it could very possibly defuse the encounter as soon as it binds to him.

Finally remembered where the best Oath is
http://youtu.be/Fp_ISI_LB6U?t=1m28s

>>37574824
>Indigo
Fuck it.
I also support
>cast fist
but I doubt that'll work.

>>37574824
> Red
> Orange
> Yellow
> Blue
> Indigo
> Violet

I choose all of them.

>>37574824
Indigo
&
Sucker Punch

>>37574824
>Knock his ass out and take all of the rings
Rainbow Lantern get.

You know, this whole thing was set up by Clarissa, wasn't it.

> Write in

“BLACK!” you scream.

He looks to his hands, confused. “Wait, I don’t have-“ You smash his eye in with your ring hand. He goes sailing right into a pile of crates. All the orphans cheer in glee, and at that you can’t help but feel much taller. Aw, the little rascals.

Oh wait, Clarissa. You slice her rope bindings, and you catch her in your arms in a princess carry. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

She pauses for a second, blushing, but quickly shakes her head. “Um- He took my ring!” She points to a recovering Rainbow Raider. You drop her on the floor. “Ow! You little-“

“Twerp!” he yells. A red projection of a rhino comes charging at you. Oh boy. All the children scream and run away. If it hits you, it’ll hit them!

Not on your watch!

A green Locomotive flies through the wall and smashes the Rhino out of there!

…

Was that you? You look to your ring, glowing, trailing on the locomotive.

It was you!

The Rainbow Raider projects a pair of yellow swords. “Time to finish you off, twerp!”

> Project a construct!
> Roll 2d20 (Will+Shaping Best of three)
> Current Costume: Magical Hero!

>>37574824
>> Red

Rolled 13, 4 = 17 (2d20)

>>37575390
Jutte

Rolled 17, 12 = 29 (2d20)

>>37575390

>Giant vacuum cleaner

That'll throw him off-balance and collect the ring(s?) he's stolen from Clarissa (and the others?).

Rolled 14, 15 = 29 (2d20)

>>37575390
Rapier.

>>37575390
Grab his leg with two shackles. Bend it a direction that it should not go. Proceed to break every finger he has as we figure out which one has the real ring. Take it.

>>37575455
Second. Take his power from him.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>37575390
> Cyrano de Bergerac

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>37575487
forgot second die

>>37575390
>Rapier
>Go Knight mode

You pull up a giant vacuum cleaner, and then smash him against the ground. “Ah! You little twerp!” He struggles and writhes as the giant machine starts sucking all the dirt and grime. You run it over his face. “AAAAHHHH!” Then roll it down his front and down his legs until finally, he’s completely clean of dust, grime, and all other imperfections. You swear you could see a sparkle gleam off from his head.

“How’s that you colorful queer stranger!?” you yell.

He immediately flips up onto his legs. “Like a giant vacuum will stop me!” He rushes at you, swords held high. Uh oh. You quickly shape up a rapier to block, and another as well. DUAL RAPIERS! You turn it around and start slashing, thrusting, and cutting at him. Just like Errol Flynn!

“Get him, show him the ropes!” yells Morgan.

“Beat him!” screams Tiny.

You slash up his leg, and he recoils in pain, kneeling. “Agh! You bi-“ You swipe his cheek, cutting it.

“There are children present, don’t swear!” You hold the rapier beneath his chin. “Hand over the rings, Rainbow Raider, and explain yourself.”

He holds up Clarissa’s green ring. “Oh, this one?” He immediately slides it over his middle finger. No! “Hahaha!” He stands up, now hovering in the air and glowing green. “I HAVE THE POWER!” He immediately is shocked and buzzed. He screams in pain, then falls to the ground, scorched and smoking.

Clarissa walks over. “Security measures.” She rips the ring off of his finger and then places it back on. Her costume immediately rips away her civilian clothes. “How’d he get those rings though?”

You smile. “We can find out!” Clarissa pulls the rings off of his fingers and examines them all. “What do you make of it?”

“They’re real alright,” she says. “Strange.” They immediately roll off of her hand and then fly towards the Rainbow Raider, sliding onto his fingers. He still lies unconscious. “What do we do with him?”

> Let the Guardians figure it out.
> Send him to the Mounties.
> Write in

Rolled 5, 16 = 21 (2d20)

>>37575455

>>37575982
> Let the Guardians figure it out.

>>37575982
>Keep them
We can use some of them, and our allies could also benefit frmo having alternatives. Legion is still yellow and immune to green lanterns, after all.

>>37575982
> Let the Guardians figure it out.

They'd like to know how he can make constructs and such

>>37575982
>Send him to the Mounties.
>talk to guardians about this

>>37576047
Derp, I skipped the last line. Ignore this.

>>37575982
>Let Chaselon and the other Lanterns figure it out.
Someone who can steal rings and have them count as his own might pose a danger in the future if that sort of ability can be exploited.

>>37575982
>Cut his fingers off and take the rings.
Or, I dunno, replace your own fingers with his.

>>37575982
>Let the Guardians figure it out

>>37575982

I'll second this: >>37576070

>>37575982
supporting
>>37576070

>>37575982
> Send him to the Mounties.

>>37575982
>Let the Guardians figure it out.
Always trust in the Guardians. They know best, after all.

It occurs to me, if we had told him blue, he would have fucked himself over.

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Never forget, Lumi is a pure maiden.

>>37576263
That better be some dick syrup

>>37576263

No she isn't! She's hugged and cuddled with at least two other girls! Nobody will marry her now (Or at least that what she thinks)!

>>37575982

> Send him to the Mounties.

We'll just have to keep a hold of those rings until we figure out who to send them back to.

Especially Orange.

Yes, we should definitely hold on to Orange.

>>37575982
>Send him to the Mounties.
Isn't he just going to ecape...?

>>37576263
Please...no more syrup. I'm already so full. My corset will burst!

>>37576334

The problem is that the rings seem to be bound to him, and he can at least use them with some competency. Leaving him with the mounties would certainly allow him escape as soon as he comes to. At the GL corps HQ, we will at least have security measures designed to deal with ring bearers.

>>37575982
One thing we should take from this is that however he got the rings, he clearly had no clue what to do with them. Additionally, he's not dead after losing his red ring.

waffles are better than pancakes but pancakes are easier to make.

>>37576427

I don't think that red rings replace blood with napalm. They seem to be more inclined to use constructs and such, like in the vein of the Green Lantern animated series that aired on CN for a while.

> Let the Guardians figure it out.

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All the kids are in awe at Chaselon’s diamond round shape. “Ah, I see.” He scans the bound up and non-lethal Rainbow Raider. “Yes, this person is quite the anomaly. He appears to show extraordinary rage, avarice, fear, compassion, hope, and love all at the same time. The only thing he seems to lack is willpower.” He picks up the Rainbow Raider with a butterfly net, then sets him in a glass box. “I will take him back to Oa for further study with the Guardians, Green Lantern Berger.”

“Thanks, Chaselon,” you say. “You’re a real help.”

“Yeah you floating crystal ball you.” Clarissa pets Chaselon on the head happily.

Chaselon eye smiles. “Excellent! I will return with the results in good time!” He flies off into the sky, the Rainbow Raider following after him.

Clarissa sighs, then looks over to all the orphans. “Alright kids, time to go back to the orphanage.”

They all groan. “Awww, but Auntie Clarissa!”

“Don’t Auntie Clarissa me.” She picks up Tiny in her arms, then boops her finger on her nose. “It’s probably time for bed in New York!” She smiles at you. “Hey, sweetcheeks, wanna come round? I know the orphans must’ve been a real handful!”

You shrug. “Well…”

> “Not today, another time.”
> “Sure, why not.”
> Write in

>>37576629
>Sure, why not

>>37576629
> "Sure, why not."

>>37576629
>“Sure, why not.”

>>37576629
> “Sure, why not.”

>>37576629
>“Sure, why not.”

>>37576629
>“Sure, why not.”

>>37576629
>“Sure, why not.”

Sure, Auntie Clarissa.

>>37576629
>“Not today, another time.”
Fucking orphans

>>37576629

> “Sure, why not.”

What could possibly go wrong?

>>37576629
> “Sure, why not.”

> “Sure, why not.”

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You share a bit of tea with the orphanage’s owner, a very hardworking but nice woman who insisted you just call her Lilah. You sit at a table in the shared bedroom where Clarissa happily piggybacks three girls on her back, while the others cheer on her feats of strength. “So, does Clarissa come here often?”

Lilah nods. “Very. A lot of the sponsors and royalties she gets from appearing in newsprints she pours into orphanages like this one. She grew up here in fact.”

“Really?” You take a sip of tea. You shudder. This isn’t tea. This is just what Americans call tea. But you’re not going to say anything about it, she’s too nice. “I did not know.”

“She’s not very vocal about it. Honestly, I don’t think she looks back on those days rather fondly,” she says.

“Why’s that?” you ask.

“Bullied a lot, tended to get into scraps with other kids, never backed down.” Lilah sighs. “It’s nice to see her all grown up though.”

“Yeah.” You lean back, smiling at Clarissa as the kids all dogpile her. She laughs, happily hugging with one arm and giving a noogie to another with the other. “Strange, I think of her as a bit of a loon honestly.”

“Well, yeah, there is that,” says Lilah. You both giggle.

[1/2]

>>37577151
[2/2]

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Night has fallen. You yawn as the both of you make the last walk to check in on the kids sleeping. You scan them with your rings, careful not to pull the light over their shut eyes so you don’t wake them. They all slumber peacefully however. Clarissa quietly yawns as well. “Been a good day I think.”

“Oui.” You nod. “Honest though, Clarissa. I was not aware you were raised in an orphanage.”

She shrugs. “I don’t want you to think different of me for not having parents.”

You place your hand on her shoulder. “I do not.”

She beams, then takes your hand. “Well, come on! Come on!” She starts dragging you out of the bedroom and down the hall. Finally, you reach a room entitled “Reserved for Clarissa Savage.” Huh? She opens it up to reveal a very simple and Spartan bedroom. A desk, a bed, a chest, and that’s about it. “Here’s my room!”

“… you still have a room here?” you ask.

“Still have? This is where I sleep!” she says. She hops onto the bed, then dresses herself down into a silk green nightgown. She pats the side of the bed, inviting you to her.

“I’m not reading you a bedtime story if that’s what you think,” you say.

“Come on!” She gives you a pouty face, complete with watery eyes, hands in prayer, and jiggly tits- wait no. Don’t pay attention to those. “Read me something! Anything! I promise I won’t get bored!”

> “Fine, just this once.”
> “Eh, I’d prefer to just head to sleep.”
> “Yeah, good night.” Fly away
> Write in

>>37577166
>“Yeah, good night.” Fly away

>>37577166
>“Fine, just this once.”
Goddammit Clarissa, stop being so perfect.

>>37577166
> “Fine, just this once.”
WE CAN FINALLY INTRODUCE HER THE JOY OF LITERATURE!

Dracula!

>>37577166
>“Fine, just this once.”

We can't resist the compelling force of the MAXIMUM POUT.

>>37577166
>“Fine, just this once.”

>>37577166

> “Fine, just this once.”

Time to educate the shit out of her!

>>37577166
>“Fine, just this once.”
Can't hurt to indulge her in her own home.

>>37577166
> “Fine, just this once.”

>>37577166
>Fine, just this once
20,000 Leagues

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is there a way to moot mute without muting the computer?

>>37577567
He's done. Just pause the youtube account.

>>37577608
I can't believe I missed that little thing at the top...

anyway sweet sweet silence...

free comic as apology for dumb question
glorious product placement starring the Justice League

http://www55.zippyshare.com/v/93SuPT55/file.html

> “Fine, just this once.”

You sit on the end of her bed, and she immediately pulls the sheets up to cover herself. “Fine, just this once.” She happily kisses your cheek and then tucks herself in, ready to listen. You roll your eyes, then pull up a book. War of the Worlds! A classic. You snap your fingers and also project yourself a light to read from. “Ever read War of the Worlds?’

“Nope!” she says.

“Well, let’s begin then…” You happily recite the opening passage. “No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency-“

“Boring!” she says. You glare at her. “Come on! Get to the good part!”

You sigh. “All of it is the good part, Clarissa.”

“Well if this is good, I can’t wait to see what happens next!” she says. “Come on, just skip ahead!”

[1/2]

>>37577719
[2/2]

You roll your eyes, and then shut the book. “Tell you what. I’ll put it in language you can understand, oui?” She nods. You hop up and stand on her bed. “The Martians came down from the red planet of Mars, and proceeded to start their invasion of Earth! They bring with them flying machines, walking tripod machines that disintegrate people to ash with but a single look, and red grass which stains the countryside!”

Clarissa gasps. “Whoa.”

“Indeed!” You kneel down as well. “Now, let me tell you the story of the Torpedo Ram, the Thunder Child!” You project a light on the wall, and use the shadows of your constructs to make a makeshift movie theatre. “On the docks of Great Britain, people were evacuating to mainland Europe across the channel, when suddenly Martian tripods came in out of the water to attack! But on station…” You bring the shadow of a large ship behind the tripods. “Was the torpedo ram, Thunder Child! Moving swiftly through the waters! Cannons blazing as she came! The vessel deployed torpedoes, and rammed the tripods!”

And into the night, you entertained Clarissa with the story of Thunder Child and the War of the Worlds.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tb4BWSUV8mM

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>>37577732
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEq4tXATjrw

That's it for tonight's episode of Green Lantern. Hope you all enjoyed it. I will update as to when it will run next.

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See you next time.

>>37577761
thanks for running

>>37577761
Thanks for running. I wish to pet the Clarissa, she really is a good girl.

>>37577761
Thanks for running boss! Fun, cute thread!

>>37577761
Delightful

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