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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Critique and Anger (Sinestro)
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Nov 14, 2012 15:09:13 GMT -5
Looking for Superman was boring. It seemed that the man of steel was no where to be found whenever Superboy looked for him. Sometimes he felt like causing some big kind of commotion to get his attention. But he knew, at least to some degree, that that wasn't right. He couldn't put anyone in danger. That wouldn't be doing right by his heritage. His namesake. Not only was looking for Superman boring, it was painstakingly boring and very frustrating. SO now Superboy was taking a break from that to do something possibly even more frustrating: trying to fly. His lack of certain kryptonian abilities, namely his flight, has baffled Superboy ever since he escaped Cadmus. It was emasculating not being able to the things you should be able to do. Not only was he an abomination, a clone, but he was also apparently a cheap knock-off of the real thing as well.
So there Superboy found himself. Nameless, flightless, emasculated as he fell yet again plummeting towards the earth. He crashed into the dessert below him creating a small crater in the ground as tremors passed through the ground. Superboy laid there for a moment, angry, annoyed, pissed, emasculated, it wasn't even begin to describe how he felt as the hot dessert sun beat down on him. He rose from the ground not a single mark on his body from a fall that would've killed anyone other than a kryptonian or other super powered person. Frowning, Superboy bent his legs and with his super strength he pushed off of the ground rocketing through the air at a speed that would make most jets go back to their hangar and cry. But it didn't last long as he began yet again to plummet towards the earth. This time landing on his feet he bent down again and pushed off only to fall back again. "Why can't I fly," Superboy screamed at the top of his kryptonian lungs as he fell back to the earth and landed on his feet the impact doubling the crater in size and sending out tremors for miles around him.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 26, 2012 15:01:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,426,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/greenmiddle.png] Sinestro’s ring had picked up on unknown seismic activity somewhere in the area, the lantern mildly surprised as he hadn’t thought there were any plates in the area of the world he currently inhabited. However, his readings soon set things straight- the activity wasn’t coming from beneath the surface of the earth as it should have, but rather along the surface in a rather confined stretch of land. To him, that meant only one thing: it was some one and not a something that was causing all the fuss. Sinestro frowned, deciding the day had been just boring enough for him to want to go and investigate things. So he moved out of his underwater base and took off into the air, cutting through the skies as though he were merely crossing the street.
Time went by quickly, and before long he was there at the source of all the commotion. Much to his surprise, he discovered it was a kid causing all the ruckus, though perhaps he should have known. No one mistreated their powers like children. But what was he trying to do? It seemed like his was springing up, only to fall back down and throw a bit of a hissy fit every time he landed. It seemed to indicate that he was… trying to fly?
Perhaps that was one of his abilities that he hadn’t quite mastered. Of even got off the ground, by the looks of it. Sinestro smiled, watching the way the boy let his rage get the better of him every time he failed. This boy was fueled by his anger, much like a red lantern.
He floated up behind the boy, hovered around him like a vulture circling its prey. “Perhaps you should try flapping your wings more,” he said to the other, a chuckle escaping him. He had just managed to hear the boy ask himself why he couldn’t fly, confirming his suspicions and making things all the more amusing for him in the process. Watching the kid, he allowed himself to turn upside down in the air, pretty much showing off at that point.
“Or maybe you need to work on that little anger issue of yours- maybe all the childish rage is keeping your grounded.”
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Nov 26, 2012 16:15:22 GMT -5
The voice that pursued his scream was definitely not welcomed in Superboy's mind. The only person he wanted to see was Superman and seeing as Sinestro certainly wasn't Superman, Superboy would have preferred he minded his own business and gone off to deal with some galactic problem rather than be nuiesance to him. The sarcastic comment caused his blood to boil in rage. His anger rose. He had been trying his best since his escape to keep a cap on his anger. But everything seemed to make him angry and the green lantern circling around him sure didn't make it any better. Flap his wings. He didn't have wings and Superboy didn't know what sarcasm was so he took it literally. The unwelcomed guest had outstayed the welcome never extended to him.
"I DON'T HAVE ANGER ISSUES," Superboy bellowed his rage boiled! He pushed down with his full force and kryptonian might and he propelled straight through the air at a speed that almost made him a complete blur to the normal eye, but he could just barely be made out. He began to fall back to Earth his anger not subsiding at all as he crashed making a decent size crater in the ground where he had landed. He huffed and he puff in rage. If he were a cartoon character his head would be steaming and red bby now. He was through with everything that was going on. For was he jsut wanted to be able to get done what he wanted to get done without any problems.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 27, 2012 20:12:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,426,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/greenmiddle.png] The way he raged about not having rage actually made the red-skinned alien laugh. “Oh, I see. There’s no anger there at all.” He watched as the boy made another leap at the air, moving so he could get higher up and watch the fun. The boy was still having no luck getting airborne, and he was not surprised. It would be unlikely that he would be able to get himself flying with his mind so distracted by his own anger. That was why Sinestro didn’t like rage- it was nothing but a distraction and a useless tool for further chaos. This kid didn’t seem to get that, causing himself more and more frustration.
It was amusing. Floating over the crater, Sinestro smiled. “You’re never going to fly with that kind of technique,” Sinestro informed him. “Perhaps I could lift you several hundred feet and drop you to the ground? Since you seem to like making useless holes, I could at least help you make a big one.” He shrugged his shoulders, floating around the other. My, was the kid really angry. His ring had scanned the boy, too, the trinket suggesting that he had both human and kryptonian DNA. A half breed.
How very interesting.
“You really should find a moment to calm yourself,” he continued easily enough, “as long as you let your rage continue to control you like some kind of wild beast, you’ll never be able to accomplish your goals. You have goals, don’t you? Or are you so much of an oaf you can’t comprehend what it means to strive for something?”
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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