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G R E E N L A N T E R N
G R E E N L A N T E R N
G R E E N L A N T E R N
Location: San Francisco - California
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Titans Together! #1.18: Riding in style
Interaction(s): Robin - @Master Bruce, Miss Martian - @Half Pint
Previously:Soldier Poet Tinkerer Spy
"I just wonder which one of you Troia thinks is the Squire and which one is the Paladin."
Megans words rang as Kyle saw everyone else spring into action. The plan was solid. Split the team, Cinderblock barely proved a challenge before when they all had showed up one at a time, now, all together he'd be a cakewalk. Barely worth a sweat. Yet, Kyle's spine tingled, like he had a bad feeling about it. His mind wandering, returned to the question asked by his alien friend. He always wondered what she would have seen if she ever saw into his head - maybe nothing new. His thoughts tended to manifest themselves on the outside, anyway. He smiled at her, patting Robin on the shoulder fraternally as his eyes lit up with green light.
"I figure Robin's been carrying swords or whatever for The Dark Knight for so long, somebody should do that for him. Though I've thought of myself as more like Merlyn than a squire, but, hey. A gig's a gig." He grinned, playing his admiration for Robin & The mythical Batman of as a joke than the actual reverence he felt. Light swirled around Robin as a medieval great helm, translucent and sporting a visor in the form of a bat symbol for a moment sat on his dark head. It disappeared as Kyle finished his thought, he turned his attention to the task at hand.
Having lead the other two out towards a balcony where he swiftly opened a window and put his fingers to his lips.
"We'll get there in style. I'll call a cab." He blew harshly, creating a very loud whistle.
With great theatrics, a limousine with six doors pulled up from the bottom of the building. Entirely made out of green light, tinted windows and all. The car sported wings on it's back wheels and a hood ornament that matched the lantern symbol on Kyle's outfit. Out stepped, into the air but remaining afloat, a portly and short green skinned man in a black driver's uniform, opening the door for the three Titans. He bowed ceremoniously.
"Ganthet, floor it." Kyle ordered, as the flying car took off towards the last known location of the prison transport.
In but a few minutes the three had pulled up on the last known location of the prison escort. The car neatly parked at a safe distance from the crime scene. The three disembarked and Kyle nodded in approval towards the car before he saw it disappearing, Ganthet and all.
As the trio arrived, they were greeted by a chaotic scene. Four police cruisers were flipped over and sirens were going wild. A fire hydrant had been busted and some small fires were dotted around the crime scene. Cinderblock and the other Titans were a couple of blocks away, Cinderblock had clearly hoofed it as far away as possible in the brief time that had passed since they all had gotten ready in the tower. The transport was tipped over, clearly having been attacked both from the outside but also the inside. Traces of supercooled material were evident at a mere glance, and the guards had their feet and hands frozen in place. One of the guards was shouting about Cinderblock tearing out of the cell in the transport, but also about a 'snowman' attacking the convoy. Kyle left the statement-taking to the other two, as he was focused on damage mitigation at this point.
Kyle scoped the area, looking for other people in trouble. His eyes widened as he saw a building about to collapse. Quickly, the aloof artist flew towards them, four mechanical and intricately constructed hands sprouted from the ground, holding the building in place. As if the falling building was held together by the fingers of a giant robot. Emergency slides appeared on the upper floor, neon arrows pointing the ten or so people that needed to get out towards the slide. The slide lead onto a gigantic fart pillow, making a delightful little noise every time someone landed on it. People crawled out from under the rubble held up by the gigantic hands, he checked if there were anyone else left in there. Asking those that were getting out, running past him. They let him know all who were still inside of the building were accounted for, thanking him.
"Thank you, Booster Gold!" One child shouted as she and her parents ran past Kyle. The Green Lantern had a furled brown as he was standing a few feet in the air manipulating all constructs at the same time, staying focused. He had to stifle a laugh to not break his concentration, so he simply gave a quick thumbs up to the young girl, grinning.
I'm so awesome people mistake me for Booster? Hell yeah.
Megans words rang as Kyle saw everyone else spring into action. The plan was solid. Split the team, Cinderblock barely proved a challenge before when they all had showed up one at a time, now, all together he'd be a cakewalk. Barely worth a sweat. Yet, Kyle's spine tingled, like he had a bad feeling about it. His mind wandering, returned to the question asked by his alien friend. He always wondered what she would have seen if she ever saw into his head - maybe nothing new. His thoughts tended to manifest themselves on the outside, anyway. He smiled at her, patting Robin on the shoulder fraternally as his eyes lit up with green light.
"I figure Robin's been carrying swords or whatever for The Dark Knight for so long, somebody should do that for him. Though I've thought of myself as more like Merlyn than a squire, but, hey. A gig's a gig." He grinned, playing his admiration for Robin & The mythical Batman of as a joke than the actual reverence he felt. Light swirled around Robin as a medieval great helm, translucent and sporting a visor in the form of a bat symbol for a moment sat on his dark head. It disappeared as Kyle finished his thought, he turned his attention to the task at hand.
Having lead the other two out towards a balcony where he swiftly opened a window and put his fingers to his lips.
"We'll get there in style. I'll call a cab." He blew harshly, creating a very loud whistle.
With great theatrics, a limousine with six doors pulled up from the bottom of the building. Entirely made out of green light, tinted windows and all. The car sported wings on it's back wheels and a hood ornament that matched the lantern symbol on Kyle's outfit. Out stepped, into the air but remaining afloat, a portly and short green skinned man in a black driver's uniform, opening the door for the three Titans. He bowed ceremoniously.
"Ganthet, floor it." Kyle ordered, as the flying car took off towards the last known location of the prison transport.
In but a few minutes the three had pulled up on the last known location of the prison escort. The car neatly parked at a safe distance from the crime scene. The three disembarked and Kyle nodded in approval towards the car before he saw it disappearing, Ganthet and all.
As the trio arrived, they were greeted by a chaotic scene. Four police cruisers were flipped over and sirens were going wild. A fire hydrant had been busted and some small fires were dotted around the crime scene. Cinderblock and the other Titans were a couple of blocks away, Cinderblock had clearly hoofed it as far away as possible in the brief time that had passed since they all had gotten ready in the tower. The transport was tipped over, clearly having been attacked both from the outside but also the inside. Traces of supercooled material were evident at a mere glance, and the guards had their feet and hands frozen in place. One of the guards was shouting about Cinderblock tearing out of the cell in the transport, but also about a 'snowman' attacking the convoy. Kyle left the statement-taking to the other two, as he was focused on damage mitigation at this point.
Kyle scoped the area, looking for other people in trouble. His eyes widened as he saw a building about to collapse. Quickly, the aloof artist flew towards them, four mechanical and intricately constructed hands sprouted from the ground, holding the building in place. As if the falling building was held together by the fingers of a giant robot. Emergency slides appeared on the upper floor, neon arrows pointing the ten or so people that needed to get out towards the slide. The slide lead onto a gigantic fart pillow, making a delightful little noise every time someone landed on it. People crawled out from under the rubble held up by the gigantic hands, he checked if there were anyone else left in there. Asking those that were getting out, running past him. They let him know all who were still inside of the building were accounted for, thanking him.
"Thank you, Booster Gold!" One child shouted as she and her parents ran past Kyle. The Green Lantern had a furled brown as he was standing a few feet in the air manipulating all constructs at the same time, staying focused. He had to stifle a laugh to not break his concentration, so he simply gave a quick thumbs up to the young girl, grinning.
I'm so awesome people mistake me for Booster? Hell yeah.
Someone give this man the car keys to his magical space ring.
(I came down with an acute case of Labor Day drunkenness. I've had... Far too much booze for one lil' man to handle since Monday.)
Post is being hacked away but I don't think it'll be out before Friday nite friends.
Post is being hacked away but I don't think it'll be out before Friday nite friends.
Just wanna say that I'm up to date on everyone's posts and it's all really good stuff so far. I had some doubts about joining at first, since the last few games I've been in have hit a snag and my posting ability was a big reason, but the more team-focused gameplay and the nature of everyone being in one location have made this a breeze. Maybe laying off the multi paragraph-driven solo stuff and actually focusing on interaction was what I needed all along.
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<Snipped quote by King Kindred>
Well he wasn't in the room this time so we all gucci
Would be a real shame if someone could see through walls... While having super hearing... That'd be super awkward.
Darkness fell over the desert, the four men had made camp deep between enemy lines. This whole operation had gone to shit - it was off the books, running ops for the snake Waller truly was a suicide mission. They were out of supplies, and they knew no backup would find them. Each had little more than what little rations remained in their packs, two armor plates each and six reserve mags worth of handgun ammunition. It would truly require a miracle for any of them to make it back home - not to mention how they still had a mission to complete. Major Stewart had gone through inventory, what little they had. Lieutenant Gardner had produced his empty shotgun and half a sniper rifle, missing the barrel. Captain Jordan had emergency flares, a parachute, some medical supplies and a flashlight. And Sergeant Rayner had a multitool, a Byalian dictionary and a empty and mangled hand-held lantern.
Stewart wasn't gonna lie to them. The situation was fucked. They all knew it. Fear was seeping in, they weren't gonna succeed in their mission. Thousasnds of Allied troops were going to die to the Byalian superweapon. And then all out war would start. Not to mention how the death toll would start with these four men. They dug into their rations, Stewart grabbed a crumbling map from his back pocket and laid it out, marking where they were and where the objective was. 14 clicks. Not impossible on foot. If it was a hike. This was deep into one of the most surveillance areas in the world.
Hal, Guy and John were all in unison, eyebows furled. Deep in thought. Guy was picking at his food, barely eating. The guy always ate. Rayner, their engineer who had the least combat experience. They had known Rayner since they were kids. He was grinning... No, he was smiling. Holding something in his hand.
"The hell is so funny, Rayner?" Captain Jordan snapped
"Heh. Just that I can't wait to see my wife and kid".
There it was, in his smile.
Hope.
Guy had heard the plan. He didn't like it. He barely believed it. But after this shitfest? He just wanted to fight. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism. If he wasn't angry, he'd be scared. Fear was the enemy. They all knew it.
"If we pull this off, we better get medals." He jeered.
"We better get fuckin' Knighted if we pull this off buddy." Hal filled in, John shook his head.
"You guys both know that if we pull this off, nobody is ever gonna know. Our only thanks is that tomorrow's correspondence from our war-reporter, Perry White will be about Great Ceasar's Ghost, and not about World War Three."
They all chuckled.
"Well, you know what guys? Nobody else will thank us. So I guess we better thank ourselves." Rayner commanded, the others, sitting in their makeshift camp perked up. Rayner ripped open the last pencil he had and started drawing something - he didn't have a great hand, but it was good enough. He made an insignia, a crest. Like two T's, connected by a ring on each end, a small circle in the middle. They had all seen this before. A really long time ago. Before they all drifted apart, and then suddenly were reunited in the military.
"I used to draw this when we were kids, remember?" Rayner asked rhetorically.
"What is it?" Guy questioned, Hal chuckled in disbelief.
"It's our crest, for our knightly order." Rayner answered. John laughed. "Order of what?"
Taking one of the waning emergency flares they had used to make a campfire with a tong, he placed it in the broken down lantern he had just taped back together.
"Knights of The Lantern" Rayner grinned. They all laughed. John had been their quarterback in highschool football, and he always held speeches before the big games. Rayner handed him the lantern.
"You wanna do the honors, Sir Captain?" Bowing and kneeling in jest. John took the lantern and smirked.
"Remember how the old saying went?" John asked, reffering to the mantra their football Coach, Mister Scott had taught them so long ago. They all nodded in agreement.
For a brief moment, these four soldiers, certain of their death, barely clining onto hope were once again the football team The Coastal City Lightkeepers.
All four of them kneeled cerimonously in a football huddle. The burning lantern in the middle of them.
They all spoke in unison.
"In brightest day.
In Blackest night..."
Stewart wasn't gonna lie to them. The situation was fucked. They all knew it. Fear was seeping in, they weren't gonna succeed in their mission. Thousasnds of Allied troops were going to die to the Byalian superweapon. And then all out war would start. Not to mention how the death toll would start with these four men. They dug into their rations, Stewart grabbed a crumbling map from his back pocket and laid it out, marking where they were and where the objective was. 14 clicks. Not impossible on foot. If it was a hike. This was deep into one of the most surveillance areas in the world.
Hal, Guy and John were all in unison, eyebows furled. Deep in thought. Guy was picking at his food, barely eating. The guy always ate. Rayner, their engineer who had the least combat experience. They had known Rayner since they were kids. He was grinning... No, he was smiling. Holding something in his hand.
"The hell is so funny, Rayner?" Captain Jordan snapped
"Heh. Just that I can't wait to see my wife and kid".
There it was, in his smile.
Hope.
Guy had heard the plan. He didn't like it. He barely believed it. But after this shitfest? He just wanted to fight. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism. If he wasn't angry, he'd be scared. Fear was the enemy. They all knew it.
"If we pull this off, we better get medals." He jeered.
"We better get fuckin' Knighted if we pull this off buddy." Hal filled in, John shook his head.
"You guys both know that if we pull this off, nobody is ever gonna know. Our only thanks is that tomorrow's correspondence from our war-reporter, Perry White will be about Great Ceasar's Ghost, and not about World War Three."
They all chuckled.
"Well, you know what guys? Nobody else will thank us. So I guess we better thank ourselves." Rayner commanded, the others, sitting in their makeshift camp perked up. Rayner ripped open the last pencil he had and started drawing something - he didn't have a great hand, but it was good enough. He made an insignia, a crest. Like two T's, connected by a ring on each end, a small circle in the middle. They had all seen this before. A really long time ago. Before they all drifted apart, and then suddenly were reunited in the military.
"I used to draw this when we were kids, remember?" Rayner asked rhetorically.
"What is it?" Guy questioned, Hal chuckled in disbelief.
"It's our crest, for our knightly order." Rayner answered. John laughed. "Order of what?"
Taking one of the waning emergency flares they had used to make a campfire with a tong, he placed it in the broken down lantern he had just taped back together.
"Knights of The Lantern" Rayner grinned. They all laughed. John had been their quarterback in highschool football, and he always held speeches before the big games. Rayner handed him the lantern.
"You wanna do the honors, Sir Captain?" Bowing and kneeling in jest. John took the lantern and smirked.
"Remember how the old saying went?" John asked, reffering to the mantra their football Coach, Mister Scott had taught them so long ago. They all nodded in agreement.
For a brief moment, these four soldiers, certain of their death, barely clining onto hope were once again the football team The Coastal City Lightkeepers.
All four of them kneeled cerimonously in a football huddle. The burning lantern in the middle of them.
They all spoke in unison.
"In brightest day.
In Blackest night..."
<Snipped quote by Master Bruce>
Time to break out the L word.
Love?
Kyle and Conner are gonna become the Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster of DC.
You're the Michael Jordan of Basketball my friend.
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