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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
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a marvel/dc roleplay
When Green Wept for Yellow (Closed, Tag Sinestro)
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on May 10, 2013 17:24:55 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/blackmiddle.png] Sinestro dropped her ring in the sand, letting it sit there between the two of them. It didn't shoot off trying to find a new host, nor did it seemed to leap right back to Soranik. It was in an over-ride initiated by him, with no extending command drawing it back to his daughter or off on an adventure for someone new. Of course, if she put it on, the over ride would be nulled, and the ring would likely acknowledge her as its owner once more. However, he wasn't thinking about telling her that. He just wanted the pain in his head to subside for a moment so he could think clearly. Not that he was entirely sure what thinking clearly was supposed to mean. He was starting to think he hadn't been thinking clearly the whole time, but that had to be impossible. It was the other lantern, the green failure, that was the one he didn't want to be again. So what was causing the pain? Why was something inside of him fighting it? He looked at his daughter, narrowing his eyes as she spoke. She wanted to join him, but could he allow it? She wanted to help him, and was likely the only person in the universe, his own corps included, that he was trust with such a task. "You don't really look like the type to bring fear onto others," he informed her in a clearly pained, struggled voice, "but if that is what you want." He raised his ringed hand, letting yellow energy swirl as he created a ring for her. It didn't take long- he knew how to make them so easily it came to him even through the worst headache known to the universe. When the yellow light dispersed, he found it wasn't a ring of fear sitting in the palm of his hand, but a ring of will.
"W-what?" He gasped, mostly to himself, pulling his hand out from under the ring like it was burning his flesh. "this is... impossible..." No, it wasn't. Through the head ache, he could swear he almost remembered. "my ring... is not... yellow..." he muttered, "a... spell?" He shook his head furiously. "No! No, I don't believe it! This is all... this can't be real!" He pointed his ring at his unarmed daughter, his hand wavering so badly it seemed to be dancing. "I am Sinestro! Leading of the Sinestro Corp, and nothing else!"
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Let me help you. I'm a doctor.
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Post by Soranik Natu on May 10, 2013 17:26:30 GMT -5
Soranik eye'd the ring in the sand. She had no idea he could do that with rings, but she knew he knew a great deal more than any other ring slinger in the universe about how those rings worked. Had he broken it? She'd have to get it later if she could and see. When she watched Sinestro with wide eyes and curious tone on her face, the events unfolding began to make a modicum of sense. Hadn't he very nearly given his life on a beach near here some six months ago fighting a witch? Who knows what sorts of evil non sense she'd cast on him, they hadn't defeated her, had they? Oh man if she could just force him to realize he was being manipulated, it would drive him insane until he found a way to break it. But clearly what ever 'spell' as he put it, was influencing him, was powerful, so powerful he's gone back to random aggression. Soranik sighs and temples her thumb and index finger. This was beginning to wear her out and without her ring to control her body at the microscopic level, she was wearing thin quick. "And just what do you plan to do about it, Sinestro? Are you going to kill me and go back down to your hole to do what ever it was you were doing before? Think about it. Are you willing to risk that I'm an illusion or some kind of fraud? What if I'm not? What if I'm really your daughter, and you really kill me. Think about it. I'm gonna go find some place to take a nap. Come find me when you've sorted it out and are ready to have me at your side." She points to the tatoo on her face, a quick reminder that he can indeed find her when ever he wishes. Then she turns on her heel and starts to march away. This whole thing was to much. She's likely a hundred miles from the nearest civilization, but after a few hours of rest, she reasoned she could probably make it to the nearest high way and hitch a ride. If not? Well at least this is warmer than the transluminals of deep space. She wouldn't take her ring with her, going for it at all might provoke Sinestro, and it didn't seem like it would be going any where any time soon, besides, who would find it out here in the middle of no where? Surely it would be safe if she needed it....She's got a good memory, she wont forget where it is, and really, she just needs to get away, she needs a moment of peace. Being without the ring is having more of an effect on her than she expected and in truth, she feels quite close to passing out.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on May 11, 2013 0:56:41 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/blackmiddle.png] Sinestro could only watch her go, keeping his arm raised even as she moved from him. But it was as empty a threat as she seemed to know it was, his ring never firing off any attacks. She had nearly drowned herself to prove that he wouldn't let her die, so it was obviously of no use for him to threaten to harm her. Clearly, he was unable to do so, though he knew he ought to. Something was pushing him to, something that didn't really feel like his own line of thinking. Perhaps the others were right in there being more to the problem then some kind of memory loss. Perhaps there was something pushing him along, leading him into actions he otherwise wouldn't have considered. If he had less will power? Would he have attacked without thought, attempting to kill her? Or would he have found some way to push those thoughts aside? When they had been underwater, the pain in his skull had prompted him to attack, and he hadn't been able to resist the sensation. He had punched her without relenting any force behind the blow.
Guh. Everything was going to hell and he didn't know what he was supposed to do with himself.
Sighing heavily, he finally lowered his hand, letting it sink and sag at his side, his ring sparking green before going quiet once more. It seemed as though his mind was splitting in two different directions. One pulse of thought told him to forget about it and focus on making everyone suffer. To make her suffer, too, should they meet again. Memory and feelings weren't important- only causing harm to those around him was worth any kind of attention. Meanwhile, the other side of his thought process was begging him to fight back. To try and remember things that only seemed to be blurred imprints of scattered images. Attached to the fragments were feelings. Emotions he was sure he had given up so very long ago, after the death of his first love.
Shaking his head, the Green, no, Yellow Lantern took to the sky. He didn't feel like going under water and returning to his base. Maybe he just... needed some air. Or some time off planet. She was still right in that it made no sense for him to be there all the time, like he was obsessed with the place. But he was, wasn't he? It factored back into the first portion of his thinking. Needing to make everything hurt.
Why?
Looking up, he fought against the thoughts swirling around in his head, pushing through the pain as he launched himself into the sky and up into the atmosphere. It really took no time for him to get out into space, the cold, encompassing darkness was almost welcoming. No confusing humans. No confusing thoughts. Just space.
Maybe he could find his team and figure out if there was a time difference he wasn't aware of. Surely they would be of some use to him, considering they were his minions and that was what they were meant to be. Of use to him.
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