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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
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Post by Razer on Feb 22, 2013 16:01:18 GMT -5
"Humph." Razer mutters, not dignifying Sinestro's taunt at the expense of his corps with anything more. He didn't talk to them, not because they were mindless animals, though the vast majority of them were. He didn't talk to them because they didn't offer him eanything. His revenge was his own task, and for the war against the Green Lanterns, the only person he needed instructions from were his ring and Atrocitus. What the other Red Lanterns thought about their service and their goals meant less than nothing to him. The fact that they were silent was a blessing to him.
Unfortunately, the same thing could not be said about this Green Lantern.
When Sinestro agrees that he's spoken too long, Razer doesn't bother holding his smirk back. "Finally, something we can agree on. I was starting to think I'd never see the day." If he was just going to ramble and insult him, he'd rather the Green Lantern try and attack him. There, at least, something might be learned.
Sinestro's response to his refusal annoys him. What use does his past have in events happening now? What use would it have to give him besides to harass him? "Personal loss, strong enough to make any other emotion pale in comparison to your anger. Is that enough, or were you hoping for something specific? I'd personally like an explanation why it would have any relevance at all to your teaching."
Constructs...those were not the usual weapons of a Red Lantern. The fact that he could make them at all separated him from the majority of Red Lanterns, just like his control did. He didn't even try to make them at first...he was just fighting, and he felt like he needed a weapon, and a red sword was in his hand. He had experimented a little when seeing Green Lanterns make their own unique constructs, but he'd never gotten very far. Forming one of his personal favorites, a viciously clawed arm that covered his own in the red energy, he manipulated it.
"And what is the problem with my constructs? I don't have the luxury to back them up with enough power as I normally would, so I need to make due with what I have. Or is there some obvious flaw that you might deign to share with me?"
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Feb 22, 2013 17:10:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] Sinestro smiled. Clearly Razer did not want him snooping around in his past. “Call it a teacher’s right to know what he’s dealing with,” he hummed without much thought, leaving it at that. If he wanted to know more about the way someone ticked, the way someone harnesses their powers, then he would figure it out one way or another. Razer wouldn’t be able to hide things from him forever.
He was good at research.
“How much power you have isn’t the only thing that goes into a construct,” Sinestro remarked, “I could like make a hundred constructs with the power you have left, where I imagine you would only be able to create a handful before losing your power. That’s because you waste too much energy. It’s the same reason why the constructs you can make are feeble and easily broken.” He shrugged his shoulders, creating an arena all around them, taking up the whole of the park. He made himself a large scythe, swinging it around a bit before letting it rest against his shoulder. Looking at the red lantern, he smiled faintly, creating a portion of wall between them. Slowly, he walked around it, joining Razer on the other side.
“This wall isn’t created to the peak of my power,” he informed the other in a clear moment of bragging rights, “but it should prove more than enough for you, at least for now. You just have to break it. Then maybe you’ll see how inferior your constructs are and we can move on a little.” He motioned for him to advance.
“Go on- I’ll let you charge your ring if you use too much of your power, so don’t hold back, fire cracker.” He wanted the other to see that, while he was indeed powerful, most of his energy was wasted in his unfocused hatred of everything around him. Rage was wild and tended to splay out everywhere. Sinestro would help the lantern focus his loathing and make his constructs more powerful. He would be able to use his power like Atrocitus, though perhaps he wouldn’t be as powerful. He was still smart enough to gain the kind of control of rage that his leader had.
Sinestro had to admit- it was kind of fun to be teaching again, even if he was mostly being an asshole for the sake of it. There was something to be said about getting to help someone control the power of their ring.
Maybe he was sappy old fool.
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Post by Razer on Feb 23, 2013 13:48:56 GMT -5
Razer simply gives another grunt. Teacher's right...if he wants to invoke something like that, have him give him something first. Especially for something that he holds as close to him as his greatest failure. At this point, he'd rather die than give that knowledge to anyone willingly...and while there were some people with the power to rip memories from the mind by force, a Green Lantern was not one of them. And if he ever did encounter one of those...things...then he would fight to hold that memory down until it had to drag it out of his cold, dead, mind.
Razer crouches lower into a more ready stance as Sinestro begins to form the arena and scythe. Did he intend to fight him? He wouldn't mind...it would give him the excuse to put a little hurt into the arrogant Green Lantern. Sinestro's words at his expense were annoying, but they at least had the feel that they might be useful, so he actually listened to them. He did not think his construct's were weak, but they did seem to break easier than Sinestro's. Whether that was a testament to his inexperience, his ring, or simply Sinestro's skill...he couldn't tell. His ring had never failed quite as often as it had against the muggers...though he simply blamed that on his dwindling power reserves.
Listening to Sinestro's challenge, Razer gives a laugh. "Really, Green Lantern? I just have to destroy a construct? I was expecting a challenge." Forming a second claw, Razer charges at the wall with a shout, scratching the projected brick with blows that could cleave a human in half. However, the scraping effect dulled the claws, and eventually he was left simply hammering at the construct wall with stumps.
Incensed, Razer forms his plasma whip, and not witholding his powers in the slightest, lashes out at the offending construct with plasma hot enough to melt concrete. After several strikes, the wall was still standing, though it was starting to look a bit worse for wear. The fact that it was still standing at all, though, surprised him. The fact that his claws had fallen at least made sense to him...the power of rage was supposed to be overwhelming, but brittle. It could be shattered easily enough. But for the green construct to remain as unharmed as it was...that was a shock to him.
"How..." he murmurs, before getting angry again, and continuing to lash at the wall to present, but insignificant effect until his construct began wavering at the lack of power feeding it.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Feb 28, 2013 13:24:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] Sinestro watched, amused. The Red Lantern was easily worked into a frenzy just because his attacks weren’t doing what he wanted them to. But that really didn’t come as much of a surprise- getting angry was about all a Red Lantern could do. Rage drove their power. The more pissed off they were, the more power their constructs had. But it was never what it could be- it was never all the rage in their hearts.
When the Red Lantern seemed to grow more stunned than annoyed, Sinestro moved over, swinging the weapon he had created around someone casually, like he was playing with a stick he had picked up on the side of the road.
“Your rage does have the capacity to break that construct,” he informed the other without enthusiasm, “but you’re wasting so much of your power with your mindless anger- you’re not focused enough on your ring. Red Lanterns had the unfortunate burden of a constant struggle with their ring’s efficiency- it comes from picking such a wild emotion to draw strength from in the first place. I had told Atrocitus that it was foolish to wield rage, but he would not listen.” He shrugged his time. A memory of what seemed like another time, back when he had been in yellow and the red lanterns had only just been established. It felt like an eternity from where he was standing at that moment.
“Rage has only a small margin where you may access its full potential. Too much, and you waste it without harnessing it. Too little, and there simply isn’t enough power in you to fight at all. But perhaps we can find that fine line, where so many others have failed to land.”
Noticing the general lack of power from the reserves in his ring leaving, Sinestro took a moment to open a pocket dimension, pulling the red power battery from it. Even if he wasn’t so sure this lantern could be trusted, he wouldn’t allow his heart to stop just yet. Not before he at least tried to see what the kid could become. If he ended up too much like the others, then he would have to forget about bringing the battery out in a moment of need.
Not just yet, though.
“You may recharge your power a little,” he said, aware of just when he would need to take his power battery to keep him from taking back too much power, “and try again.”
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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