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>>37750427
[2/2]

“I am not,” you say. “I am simply being diligent, oui? Once Legion is beat, we can relax. Apres la pluie, le beau temps, oui?” She narrows her eyes. Ugh, typical Americans. “After rain comes sunshine, yes?”

“Ah, I see.” She sits down next to you, placing the plate next to her. “So, you think that Legion will actually come and invade the Earth?”

“I do not think, I know.”

There is a silence for a moment, then Clarissa hits you with a very hard question. One that you do not need right now. “Are you scared of him?”

“I fear nothing,” you say.

Clarissa shrugs. “Everyone’s scared of something, that’s how we live.” She snaps her fingers. “Oh, I know!” She smiles. “How about this, Lulu, you tell me what you’re scared of most and I will tell you what I am scared of most. We’ll trade secrets!”

> “No.”
> “Fine.”
> Write in

>>37750446
>> “Fine.”

>>37750446
> “Fine.”

>>37750446
> “Fine.”

going along with her bullshit is a running gag at this point

>>37750446
>“No.”
Clarissa's fear must be something silly, or something lesbian.

>>37750446
>“Fine.”

It might be extremely cathartic or extremely silly.

>>37750446
>“Fine.”
But with maximum exasperation.

>>37750446
>“Fine.”

Mildly surprised Clarissa hasn't got any art (to my recollection anyway)

> “Fine.”

You roll your eyes. “D’accord.” She looks at you, completely confused by your answer. “Fine.” She grins happily. “But you tell me first, I do not trust you with such a secret.”

Clarissa nods. “Fair enough.” She leans back against the wall, crossing her legs and thinking. “Now, my greatest fear in the world is being alone.” What? Really? Is that it? “Honest to goodness.” She holds up her hand, looking to you with a serious expression upon her face. “I dread being alone in the universe, not having a family or friends or anybody. If I’m ever alone in the world with no one to talk to or connect with, by God it would be like burning in Hell.”

You smirk. “Really…” That’s actually quite surprising coming from her. “That’s pretty-“

She grins. “Your turn!” Ah, back to business as usual.

You scratch your chin, then think.

…

You sigh. “The dark…” you mutter.

Clarissa blinks. “What?” She leans in, pressing her chin against your shoulder. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that!” She didn’t?

> “Sorry, that was your only chance.”
> “I said the dark, okay?”
> Write in

>>37750913
> “I said the dark, okay?”

>>37750913
>“I said the dark, okay?”

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>>37750851
She showed up in a pretty bad piece drawn by another QM as a result of hug box politics/madness/whatever the hell it is they do in irc, which I think lead to the other day's syrup golem aftermath

>>37750913
>“I said the dark, okay?”

>>37750913
I said the dark, okay

>>37750913
> “I said the dark, okay?”

I always thought it was failure or rejection

>>37750913
>“I said the dark, okay?”

>>37750913
>“I said the dark, okay?”

> “I said the dark, okay?”

“I said the dark, okay?” You snap at her, causing her to flinch. “I’ve been a bit scared of the dark since I was a child. When I was young some of the neighbor boys challenged me to stay a night in the woods and it was very er…” You really don’t want to tell this story. “It was scary.” And that is your story and you are sticking to it.

Clarissa scratches her chin. “Really? I would’ve assumed it was like failing the Green Lantern Corps or something.”

“Well, that too scares me but, but… not as much as being alone in the dark with no light and no way to guide myself,” you say. “I can handle it fine just… no, I’m just scared of it.”

Clarissa immediately grabs you in a tight hug. “Awww, there, there, Lulu-“

“Stop calling me Lulu, that’s not my name!” you say.

“It is now.” She nuzzles her cheek on your arm, purring. “And I tell you what, Lulu.” Oh God’s sake, that is going to be a recurring thing and you hate it. “You don’t have to be alone in the dark, you know why?”

You look to her. “Why?’

She happily rubs her cheek again on your arm, smiling. “You got me.”

You giggle. “Yeah, it’s great having you as a friend I suppose.”

Her smile drops immediately, and her eyes widen. “… yeah. Friend.” She breaks off the hug then coughs, clearing her throat. “Yeah.”

“Clarissa?” You tilt your head. “Is something wrong-“

Suddenly, the both of you are blasted by a gust of wind. A yellow surge of energy speeds by, then attaches itself to a powerline and continues moving like a locomotive. Clarissa brushes her mussed up hair back. “What the hell was that!?”

You stand up. “We’ll find out soon.”

> “Split up, you’ll intercept.”
> “Let’s follow it as one.”
> Write in

>>37751732
>split up, we'll intercept

Pincer maneuver, mother fuckers

>>37751732
>“Let’s follow it as one.”

Poor Clarissa.

At any rate, Green rings are still weak vs. yellow. Might not be too smart to split up if it uses it extensively.

>>37751732
> “Let’s follow it as one.”

>>37751732
> “Split up, you’ll intercept.”

inb4 Sinestro ring goes to Scarecrow

>>37751820
That's too plausible.

>>37751732
> “Let’s follow it as one.”

>>37751732
>“Split up, you’ll intercept.”

>>37751732
One of these days, Clarissa, you're going to have to come out and tell her. Even if she rejects you it's still better than never saying anything.

>>37751732
>“Split up, you’ll intercept.”

> “Split up, you’ll intercept.”

“Split up! You’ll intercept, Clarissa!” She nods, then flies off in a green blur. You jump down and start flying on after that yellow blur. It’s not fear energy like the Sinestro Corps (you shudder using that name) that’s for sure. It actually seems familiar.

Hm.

Wait, it couldn’t be.

You speed on forward, trying to catch it. It leaps onto powerline after powerline, then speeds up even further, faster than you can ever imagine! But you’re a Green Lantern, you can imagine quite a bit.

It leaps up then immediately speeds down a powerline tower then onto the street. Civilians are scared away and forced onto the wall to get out of the way. You follow in after it. Hopefully Clarissa has a good idea on where to intercept it.

Then a giant green brick wall appears. The yellow blur smashes right through it. “Damn!” Clarissa flies in from around the corner. “I was hoping that’d work!” Ugh, even she should know yellow is our one weakness! It’s a stupid weakness but it’s a weakness regardless.

Alright, enough messing around. “Launch me!” She grabs your arms, then pitches you at the yellow spot with all her might. You feel the wind sting at your eyes and your mouth flabber open.

[1/2]

>>37752538
[2/2]

But it pays off. You smack right into the yellow being and tackle her to the ground.

And right there is a sight you haven’t seen in months. The Air Wave Kid! “Air Wave!” you yell. “What are-“ She simply disappears, then immediately starts running circles around you.

“Can’tstop,can’tstop,can’tstop,mustgofast,mustgofast,mustgofast!” She continues this mantra as if they were the only words she can say. Huh. She was not like this the first time you met her.

Clarissa drops in, confused. “You know her?” You nod. “What’s wrong with her?” She continues running circles. She’ll start burning a trench into the ground if you leave her like this.

“I don’t know, but we can’t leave her like this,” you say.

> “We’ll wait. She’ll tire herself out.”
> “Get a dumpster.”
> “Eh, let’s just go.”
> Write in

>>37752553
Huh. Looks like someone's on speed.

>>37752553
>“Get a dumpster.”

Is there any way we can get a reading on her vitals or see if she's under the influence of something?

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>>37752553
> “Get a dumpster.”

speed force?

>>37752622
I think she's too yellow for that to happen.

Too bad I don't really know electricity well enough to figure out how to best ground her.

>>37752553
>“Get a dumpster.”

>>37752553
>Make a ramp (all around her) so if she runs away she heads up then give her a big hamster ball.

>>37752553
>“Get a dumpster.”

>>37752705
Again, she's wearing a yellow costume.

>>37752742
But are the souls of her shoes yellow? If so put paint on the ground or something.

Treadmill maybe?

> “Get a dumpster.”

“Get a dumpster.”

Clarissa nods, then forces a dumpster over with her ring. In two seconds flat, Air Wave slams herself against the dumpster inside, then the both of you shut it. The dumpster rumbles and shakes as Air Wave still tries to move within. “What is her problem?” asks Clarissa again.

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out soon,” you say.

-

-

You’re back at Wayne Manor, in the garden as Red Tornado cuts the hedges happily. Again, you’ve had to call upon Chaselon to scan Air Wave, with her still safely in the dumpster of course. “Hm, it would appear that she has been touched by a Speed Force fragment.”

“Speed force fragment?” you ask.

“It is an alternate dimension that we still do not fully understand,” says Chaselon. “Occasionally milligrams comes through tears which open and close before we can send scanners out. She appears to have had the unfortunate luck of coming into contact with at least ten grams of the matter from the Speed force.”

“Great,” you say. “How do we fix her?” you ask.

Chaselon rubs his diamond-hard body. “Hmmm… I do not know.” Oh great. “However, Speed force fragments do deteriorate over time. Perhaps she will tire herself out.”

“Is there another way?” You all look to the dumpster, which has very worringly dents all over the structure. “I don’t think that dumpster will hold,” says Clarissa.

> “Maybe we can ask Princess Amethyst for a magical treatment.”
> “We’ll do as Chaselon says, we’ll tire her out.”
> “Maybe the Flash might know, he’s fast isn’t he?”
> Write in

>>37753400
> “Maybe the Flash might know, he’s fast isn’t he?”

Jay is cool. He's like if your Grandpa had superpowers

>>37753400
>“Maybe the Flash might know, he’s fast isn’t he?”

>>37753400
>“We’ll do as Chaselon says, we’ll tire her out.”
Time for High Impact Sexual Speed

>>37753400
>“Maybe the Flash might know, he’s fast isn’t he?”

He wasn't the Flash forever. Even if he hadn't had to deal with Speed Force stuff, he could have had a panic attack similar to this and had to calm himself down.

>>37753400
>“Maybe the Flash might know, he’s fast isn’t he?"

>>37753400
>maybe flash will know

>>37753400
> “Maybe the Flash might know, he’s fast isn’t he?”

It's a bit Meta, but hell it's true.

>>37753400
in hind sight we could have found a way to remove her uniform, as a joke.
Eh, there's always next time a yellow suited character has a problem.

>>37753885
nah

>this girl is go fast! wat do?
>call go fast man!

> “Maybe the Flash might know, he’s fast isn’t he?”

“Maybe Monsieur Flash will know.” Clarissa and Chaselon look at you. “He is fast, oui? Perhaps he will know how to solve this.”

-

-

Monsieur Jay Garrick, AKA the Flash, was thankfully quite available back in New York. In the Justice Society Headquarters, you presented him and Doctor Fate with the dumpster containing Air Wave. It looked right about ready to burst open. Monsieur Flash looked upon it, bemused while Doctor Fate looked on. “So this is your speedster eh? Ol’ Air Wave’s protégé?”

You nod. “Oui. We were hoping you could fix her.”

“Sure!” He walks over to the dumpster and opens it.

“Wait! Monsieur!”

He grabs Air Wave’s collar before anything happens. “Relax.” She continues running even despite being hung in the air by Monsieur Flash’s grasp. “Here, I’ll settle this thing.” He carries her over to a large armchair, then sits down. He sets her down in his lap, then pulls out a smoking pipe and little bit of tobacco. Air Wave teaches constantly, trying to move her legs. “Alright, Air Wave.” He lights up, looking down upon the Air Wave kid. “You want me to tell you a story?”

“I gotta go fast!” she yells.

Monsieur Flash chuckles, puffing a bit of smoke from the pipe. “I’ll tell you a story anyway. It’s about the day I learned how to slow down.” Air Wave looks up at him, like a girl ready to listen to a story from her grandfather. “Now, it was about… oh say December, year of our Lord 1927.”

You and Clarissa stare on. “Um, Doctor Fate?” He looks down at you. “Is this really his solution?”

“This is his normal solution to rowdy youth,” says Doctor Fate. “Effective I suppose.”

> “We’ll stick around, make sure it works.”
> “We’ll just be going then.”
> Write in

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>>37754260

>this is Go Fast man, how can I help you?
>Go-Fast man! There's a girl here who is going too fast!

>>37754348

> “We’ll stick around, make sure it works.”

What could possibly go wrong?

>>37754348
>“We’ll stick around, make sure it works.”

>>37754348
>> “We’ll stick around, make sure it works.”
I wanna hear this.

>>37754348
>“We’ll stick around, make sure it works.”

Lumi loves stories!

>>37754348
>“We’ll stick around, make sure it works.”

>>37754348
>stick around

>and on that day Air Wave Gal became

Jailbait Flash

>>37754545
Gal Flash sounds better. Though Flash Wave has a nice ring

>>37754602
probably Kid Flash, maybe Impulse. assuming traditional names and nothing else of course.

>>37754348
>“We’ll stick around, make sure it works.”

> “We’ll stick around, make sure it works.”

You decide to sit down by the chair, curling up your legs and looking up at Monsieur Flash. “Right, it was about 1927, the Roaring Twenties! Time of prohibition and alcohol all around, and of flappers and what not. Now at the time, we stuck an onion our belts because that was the fashion at the time, really made the girls wrinkle their noses. And I was just a young man who had inhaled the right type of vapors to give himself speed!”

You can see Air Wave look up at him, completely confused.

He continues on. “Anyway, we had our issues back then, Al Capone was still at large, Alcatraz was chockfull of villains, and the damned anarchists thought they could rule the country. I was just running from place to place, tiring myself out! Eventually, one day, I just couldn’t stop running! Now you can imagine what it must feel like it to not stop even if you’re tired, because boy howdy it was a doozy! Took me three days to decelerate back to a normal running speed and by then I was nearly dead.”

“And so, from that point I knew that my powers weren’t as unlimited as I thought they were. So I had to make sure to limit myself! And that was the day the Flah learned how to slow down!” He puffs on his pipe, humming a little bit. “Do you understand now, Air Wave?” She’s completely fast asleep in his arms, slumbering quietly. “Ah, darn it, they always fall asleep.”

You stand up, clapping quietly. “I thought it was a brilliant story, Monsieur.”

“You think so?” You look over to Clarissa who has fallen asleep as well. Doctor Fate as well looks ready to nod off. Monsieur Flash looks down at the Air Wave kid. “So, what shall we do with this one?”

> “She’s yours.”
> “We’ll bring her back to London.”
> Write in

>>37755243
>Now at the time, we stuck an onion our belts because that was the fashion at the time

zzzzzzz

> “She’s yours.”

>>37755243
> “She’s yours.”

>>37755243
>“We’ll bring her back to London.”
She has a yellow ring, no?

>>37755243

> “We’ll bring her back to London.”

He did us a solid, dumping someone on him right after isn't really legit.

>>37755243
>"I have other concerns at the moment. Would you mind watching over her? Make sure she doesn't run herself to death?"

>>37755243
>“She’s yours.”

>>37755243
>“She’s yours.”

>>37755332
no where the fuck did you get that

>>37755243
> “She’s yours.”

Speed Force Ed. for you Air Wave

>>37755243
>“She’s yours.”

I think she could benefit from the Flash's tutelage for a while. The original Air Wave neglected her, and she kinda drifted after he passed. Perhaps they can teach her better than her original mentor.

>>37755243
>“She’s yours.”
I can see this leading to claims in the news after the flash dies like the Garry Glitter stuff but this is a more innocent time.

>>37755389
Something yellow sinestro something

>>37755540

The scene described her as yellow, but not possessing the same yellow fear energy that the Sinestro Corp uses.

> “She’s yours.”

“She’s yours, I honestly would not know how to deal with her.”

He smiles. “Fair enough.” He strokes the hair on her head warmly. “I’ll have her sorted in a few weeks. She’ll be a regular speedster like my boy Kid Flash by the end of it.”

You grin. “Merci beaucoup, monsieur!” You tap Clarissa awake, and then start dragging her out of the building. “We are going now, please keep alert for any sightings of Manhunters and Legion, oui?”

He and Doctor Fate wave goodbye. “See you!”

And with that, the Air Wave kid is settled, for now. Clarissa receives a call on her ring from Kilowog. “What’s up, piggy?”

Kilowog growls loudly. “I thought I told you to stop calling me piggy! Get your butt down here to Oa right now! It’s time for you to train, train, and train some more young lady!”

She sighs. “Alright, alright.” She flicks the message off, then turns to you. “Typical. I gotta go back to Oa to review stuff with Kilowog. Did you want to come?”

> “Sure.”
> “Nah, I’m good.”
> Write in

>>37756069
> “Nah, I’m good.”
>Write in

Patrol the sector more!

>>37756069
>“Nah, I’m good.”
>Go fantasize about Sinestro's strong and impressive physique

>>37756069
>Nah, I'm good.
"It's been too long since I did a proper patrol of the sector."

>>37756069
> “Nah, I’m good.”

>>37756069
>“Nah, I’m good.”

>>37756069
> “Nah, I’m good.”
Gotta finish the rounds.

>>37756069
>“Nah, I’m good.”

Clarissa wouldn't have to be afraid of being alone if we got her a boyfriend!

>>37756794
Yeah. We should totally get her a boyfriend.

> “Nah, I’m good.”

You shake your head. “Move on, Clarissa. Unlike you, I do not need constant training.”

She rolls her eyes. “Go figure.” She hops up into the air. “See you later, Alligator!” She blasts off into the sky, leaving only a sparkling green trail of willpower behind her. You have to admit, Clarissa can be entertaining sometimes.

You sigh, scratching your chin. “Now what…” You feel a tug on your skirt. Huh? Oh, it’s Tiny from the orphanage. Aww, and she’s crying! “Tiny, oh my goodness, what is going on?” You pick her up into your arms and cradle her. “Aww, ma petit chou fleur…”

She sniffles. “Some boys down the street pushed me to the ground and took my ball!”

“Awwww…” You can’t help but be enthralled by her adorableness than be mad at the fact that some bullies took her toys.

“Can you get it back for me, Green Lantern?”

> “Sure!”
> “I can’t fight all your battles, Tiny.”
> Write in

>>37756885
> “Sure!”

>>37756836
I can already see the hurt on her face.

>>37756885
>“Sure!”

>>37756924
Why would she be hurt?

A blind date shouldn't go too bad.

>>37756885
>sure
>help her find her own confidence and get her ball back mostly by her own hand with a little help from a GL

>>37756885
>“Sure!”

>>37756885

> “Sure!”

>>37756885
>“I can’t fight all your battles, Tiny.”
Orphans again?

>>37757112
3 walls aren't enough

The day that Jay Garrick was Abraham Simpson

> “Sure!”

You smile, then poke her on the nose. She giggles a little. “Sure thing, Tiny! Which way did they go?”

She points down the street. “That way!” You put her down and start jogging down the street. Hehehe, this should be simple! Kids will be kids after all, but you honestly cannot stand bullies. All you really have to do is give them a show of force, a little construct here, a little construct there, and you will be good! C’est bon!

Or, you would be if a bat hadn’t swung around the corner and clotheslined you. You fall back onto the pavement, scraping your bum. You whine as you hold your face. Oh, that’s going to bruise!

“Well, well, well, lookie what we got here, boys!” Ugh, the Sportsmaster. He stands over you, grinning while a pair of boys stand on either side of him. They do indeed have a large ball in their arms, Tiny’s ball.

You stand up. “Sportsmaster, I thought we put you away!”

“Out on good behavior!” He grins. He brandishes his bat at you. “You got a problem with my boys, Lantern?”

You smack the bat away with your hand, then brandish your ring. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

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

Rolled 17, 20 = 37 (2d20)

>>37757499
>knight costume go
>Shape a catapult or trebuchet beneath him to sling him alone to the sky

>>37757499
>Project a construct (Roll 2d20 Will + Shaping Best of three)

Giant referee. Sportsman and his team gets disqualified for unsportsmanlike conduct (i.e. acting like a total douche and stealing an orphan's toy).

Rolled 4, 1 = 5 (2d20)

>>37757563
>>37757499
Seconding Knight costume change.

Rolled 4, 13 = 17 (2d20)

>>37757499
>>37757614

Forgot to add my roll.

>>37757499
"Is this... a distraction or something? Are you really stealing toys from children?"

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>>37757656
I KNEW I'D GET A ONE I JUST KNEW IT

>>37757683

But since crits override failures in their respective areas we still get this one, don't we?

>>37757656
Oh...my wondrous contribution

>>37757614
I like this one

>>37757683
whats that pic from again? I can't quite remember

>>37757563
>>37757656
Christ, this always happens.

>>37757813
"I want my hat back"

>>37757702
Crits cancel each other out, so we're left with the 13, it's barely a success.

>>37757867

I thought that it was mentioned that crits override critfails in a previous thread instead of canceling each other out. Can't remember which one, and I wasn't so sure about the circumstances that allow crits to override critfails.

>>37757867

Well, we're wearing Magical Hero, right? At least we get a chance to negate the 1, right?

Goddamnit why did we ever stop wearing Greedy Showstopper

>>37757867
We get a shaping bonus on medieval stuff in knight modo

>>37757966
Because we don't want to go into Orange Lantern Withdrawal Syndrome.

>>37758042

The one time we got a 1 while wearing the costume, it didn't even set anything off. If it accumulates per fight as opposed to over time, then there's absolutely nothing to worry about unless we get about four or five consecutive 1s.

Plus, we've got friends to hold us back if things go wrong and unlike last time, it's a bit unlikely we'll take Larfleeze by surprise. It probably won't actually get that far even if we do get a withdrawal moment.

>>37758191
>unless we get about four or five consecutive 1s
So standard Lumi luck.

You shift costumes into the armored dress, brandishing sword and shield. “Take this!” You slash down. His bat takes it like it was made of metal though.

“Ha!” He pushes you back, grinning smugly. “What are you going to do, Menelaus? Surround me and besiege me for ten years?” He-

… how does he know about the Illiad?

Whatever!

You drop your sword and shield and project a giant catapult beneath. “Get back, kids!” The two boys quickly run off down the street as civilians start gathering to see what is going on. The Green Lantern fighting the Sportsmaster! You grab the lever and pull. The arm flings him up into the air forward.

And he responds by pulling a flip, and spinning around a street lamp. He lands without another word.

Wow, that- That was actually impressive.

“You got guts, kid! Too bad I gotta tenderize the hell outta them!” He spits out some chewing tobacco onto the ground. He starts charging at you, winding his bat up. “Batter up-“

You hear a whistle.

[1/2]

>>37758503

We won't get that much. The costume turns 1s into 20s, so that would mean Lumi would completely destroy everything in the scene and display a staggering amount of competence.

We both know that that's not happening. But it is a very nice safety net.

>>37758559
[2/2]

“Foul!” yells the magical Green Umpire.

“What!?” Sportsmaster stops in his tracks, glaring at him. “I’m clear, Ump! What the hell is wrong with you!”

“Foul!” yells the Umpire again. Sportsmaster starts yelling and screaming in his ear until finally the Umpire has had enough. He picks up a wooden chair, then slams it over Sportsmaster’s head. He drops to the ground, dazed and stunned. The umpire points at him then throws his thumb back. “YOU ARE OUTTA HERE!”

Thank God for the Umpire.

-

-

The two cops throw him into the paddywagon. “Nice work there, GL,” says the redhaired one.

“All in a day’s work,” you say. The paddywagon speeds off without another word as you walk over to Tiny, ball in hand. You hand it off to her. “Here you go, Tiny!”

She grins happily. “Thank you, Green Lantern! I’m gonna tell all my friends about you!” She starts running down the street happily. Ah, you remember when you were that age. Kids…

You sigh. You wish you were a kid again.

> Continue patrol
> Retire for the day, back to Wayne Manor
> Write in

>>37758581
>> Continue patrol

>>37758581
> Continue patrol

>>37758581
> Continue patrol

>>37758581
>Continue patrol

>>37758581
>Continue patrol

>>37758581
>Continue patrol

In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape our sight.

>>37758581
> Continue patrol
We're only on page two, we can do more.

>>37758581
Let's take this patrol to SPACE.

Or are we not allowed to do that?

>>37758799
we're no longer under house arrest IIRC

> Continue patrol

-

-

The two rhinoceros looking humanoid abominations growl and snap at each other, rubbing horns and wrestling as they circle around a particular rock in between them. You are on some rock in the middle of nowhere in this particular galaxy, and you answered this particular distress call to help them retrieve that rock which contains some diamond.

You sigh however, because they did the worst thing imaginable.

The two rhino-beings fell in love with you at first sight.

“She will be my wife!” yells Gordon (at least you think he’s named Gordon.)

“And I say she will be my wife! I will show him a real alpha by throwing her down and taking her body!” yells Cordon. You shudder. Ugh, aliens.

You step up to the both of them. “Listen you two, I know I am very pretty.” You smirk a little, brushing your hair back. “But this is no reason to fight over me.”

“Quiet, wife!” yells Gordon. You frown. Rude. They continue pushing and shoving each other, kicking up red sand.

Hmph. At least they’re fighting over you, you must be pretty enough for that! You can never seem to attract males of your species though, which is a shame.

> Let them fight, that’s how males do, right?
> Break it up
> Write in

>>37759443
>Break it up
Sometimes being a green lantern sucks.

>>37759443
> Break it up

“And I say she will be my wife! I will show him a real alpha by throwing her down and taking her body!”

sounds like me sex ed teacher

tell them you are already married... to the job

>>37759443
>Break it up
Just wait for Clarissa to show up, beat them both up, and shout that Lumi will be HER wife.

>>37759443
>Break it up

They need to resolve their difference and also the distress call.

>>37759443
Maybe just fly off?

I mean we retrieved the rock right?

>>37759443
>Break it up

>>37759685
seconding flying off.

> Break it up

You step in between them, and push them away from each other with a gentle blast of willpower. “That’s enough you two. There will be no fighting over me! I happen to already have a great love in my life.” They look down at you, surprised.

“What is his name!?” yells Gordon. “I will destroy him!”

“He is called the Green Lantern Corps, and I am intesnsely devoted to him,” you say.

The both of them frown. “Oh…” They hang their heads low. “So, no marriage?” You shake your head. They hang their heads down again, saddened. “Okay. Well you are free to visit, yes?”

“Of course!” says Cordon. “We will always welcome you to our planet, Green Lantern!” You smile happily at them.

“In the meantime, I must be going!” You blast off into space once again, with another conflict resolved.

Ah, all in a days work!

Your ring beeps.

> DISTRESS SIGNAL ACTIVATED IN: SECTOR 2800, ALL NEARBY GREEN LANTERNS RESPOND.

Hm, that’s strange.

> Respond, you might as well.
> Nearby Green Lanterns, that’s 14 sectors away, just retire.
> Write in

>>37760179
> Respond, you might as well.

Maybe we won't have to deal with creepy aliens.

>>37760179
>Respond, you might as well.

>>37760179
> Respond, you might as well.

>>37760179
>Let Clarissa know we'll pop in at the distress signal; someone has to keep an eye open for Legion.

>>37760179
>Respond, you might as well.

>>37760259
this seems like a good idea as well

>>37760259
This seems like a better idea.

>>37760179
>Respond, you might as well.

>>37760453
oh....

oh god, anon...

...i...i need more

the moon is lovely this evening

>>37760453
Her breasts aren't that big i think/

>>37760546
Maple syrup works in mysterious ways.

>>37760453
Tubby Lumi, please no, put something on, this boner isn't right.

>>37760453
how is she not in a diabetic coma from all that syrup?

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>>37760453
Absolutely disgusting, even worse than the ones with the dicks.
I hate fat people so much.

>>37760743
I'm in complete agreement

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>>37760453
Lumi what are you doing?! Stop! My boner can't take much more!

> Respond, you might as well.

-

-

You begin your flight down to 2800. It’s not a Sector you visit all that much. For one thing, it’s not your Sector and secondly because you’ve met the Green Lanterns who guard it before. Strange octopus-like creatures. At least they’re actually quite polite, if somewhat strange and eccentric. You do remember a memorable incident in which one of them actually tore the back of your shirt off with their suckers. Ugh, took you weeks to remake that shirt.

You arrive in 2800, a galaxy spiraling vertically. You bring up your ring. “Clarissa? Are you there?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m investigating a distress signal at 2800. Please make sure Earth is secure while I am gone, oui?”

“Alright, let me finish something up with Kilowog and I’ll be with you soon.”

You hang up, then start the scans for the distress signal. Your ring beeps occasionally, and it will start beeping faster when you near the source of it. The only things that could set off a ring’s distress signal are if a Green Lantern is near-death and there are no suitable replacements nearby or is in desperate need of help.

You sigh. You hope it is the latter.

Finally however, you see what the source of the distress signal is. A fallen Green Lantern floating amongst a field of asteroids, partially obscured by the metallic and rocky structures as they float past. You look around. No other Green Lanterns, you must be the first response.

> Investigate further
> Wait for help to arrive
> Write in

>>37760918
> Investigate further


if Decu ever does another drawthread, I'm gonna ask for LumiXSinestro on top of a giant waffle, maybe using one of the syrup traps as a hot springs

>>37760918
>Investigate further

>>37760918
> Investigate further
Watch out for ambushes.

>>37760918
>> Investigate further
This is certainly not a trap. That would be silly.

>>37760918
>Investigate further

>>37760991
Include Sinestro teasing/bullying FatLumi

>>37760918
>Inform OA that we have a fallen Lantern here.

>>37761118
My student, look at how you've degraded yourself into sloth and gluttony. *pinch* you should be ashamed of letting yourself go soft. Even if I now lead my own corps, I must discipline you for this egregious failure. "But proffessuer!" I will hear you explanations for this sorry state. Look at what you've done to your once slender and smooth thighs. This soft and pliable excess, where you too busy stuffing your face to notice it? At least you had managed to keep your waist trim...oh, what is this? The sudden guilty expression? "I...I am wearing a corset, Professuer" And so you are. *unties* *insert appropriate sound effect here*

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>>37761641
Well done, anon.

>>37761641
No! Bad anon. No more fetishes today.

> Investigate further

You slowly edge yourself down. It is indeed one of the Green Lanterns of 2800, those octopus people. It floats seemly still, one or two of its arms severed from its body. The ring however remains around one of the tentacles, still giving off the distress signal.

You have to be careful however, your ring’s scanners can only detect so many things, and only if they are careless enough to be found by it.

You quickly scan the Green Lantern. The vitals read negative on all levels. He is dead. Oh, what a shame. You place your hand over your heart, then quickly perform a crucifix gesture. The poor Green Lantern has given his life in service, and now all you can do is honor it by defeating Legion and making the universe safe once more.

Your ear twitches. “Is someone there?” You point your ring out. Nothing but asteroids and rocks. “Show yourself!”

You hear the twitching and clicking of teeth behind you. Gasping, you turn around to meet the toothy and throaty maw of a very familiar alien. You’re too slow to react, no! Don’t freeze now! Shoot it! Shoot it!

Too late, it snatches onto your chest, and immediately you feel the vision sucked from your eyes. No! No! No!

The Black Mercy has entangled you.

>>37761808
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEq4tXATjrw

That's it for tonight's chapter of the Magical Green Lantern. Hope you all enjoyed. Next thread will be announced during the week hopefully.

Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel

See you next time.

>>37761808
fugg

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>>37761641
nice
>>37761808
OH SNAP!

>>37761808
Sonuvabitch!
>>37761832
Thanks for running, Schteel!

>>37761832

See you next thread, GS. Thanks for running!

>>37761832
thanks for running

>>37761641
>>37761641
*poke* How ever did you manage to conceal all of this? "My...my corset was a construct, Professuer. I had imagined gorillas help tighten it," The gigantic gangsters you are fond of using? Yes, it would take that sort of power, wouldn't it. *grab an jiggle* Do you know what your punishment will be, my student? "You will work me back into fighting shape!" Oh, in a manner of speaking. Don't sound quiet so hopeful, I will not be denying you responsibility for your own success or failure. I worry this has come to pass because you have lost the strength of your Will power, so we shall test it. What do you suppose is under this dome? "Steamed vegetables, Professuer?" Oh, don.'to sound so dejected. Also, you are quite wrong. *lifts* A yellow sponge cake. Tell me, Lumi, do you still have the will?

>>37761832
Thanks GS

Reminder: GermanSchteel is a yuri pandering faggot incapable of writing anything beyond that.

>>37762207
Prove him wrong German. More boy butts for Lumi to ooo la la at despite having no knowledge of the working parts.

>>37762117
I must say, my student, I am sorely disappointed in you. Dry your tears and we will try again. Once you conquer this mountain you will begin your journey toward your former self. "But Professuer, if I cannot resist these cakes, soon I will be the mountain" then you are only creating more work for yourself later. Think of what your peers would say if they could see you now. I have seen the way you've watched your reserve Lantern in Jealousy. I wonder how you must feel at more than twice her weight, but less than half her bust? -Lumiere Berger of Earth. You are filled with great rage. You belong to the red lantern corpse- ...hmmm, I may have crossed a line

>>37761768
Never.

>>37761768
Better than Futa Lumi

>>37762665
>red lantern corpse
They have a black ops division, or is Atrocitus hosting Nekron?

>>37762896
black lantern far lumi festering and bloated, snapping her jaws to a fleeing and horrified Clarissa's heels in the ruins of a city. "I'm here for you Clarissa; you aren't alone! Don't be afraid, we'll be together forever just like you wanted,"

>>37762665
Shots fired.

Though it's funny how lumi has become the totally spies of questing.

What else can we project onto her?

>>37764637
mind control?
clowns?
dick fingers?
jorts?
Peruvian pan flutes?
heart shaped pupils?