[identity profile] guy-lantern.livejournal.com

"Rental? check

beer? check

food on grill? check

awesome island getaway? check

completely hot ice goddess I’m in love with?... "

Guy looks over to the hammock Tora is lounging in.


"No douche bag super villains looking to ruin our vacation?"

Guy looks skyward, his ring telling him where the squad of rookie Lanterns were on their ‘training patrol’.

He grins.


Picking up a blue toned margarita in one hand and a cold beer in the other, he saunters over the white sand over to the shaded area where Tora has been relaxing. Setting the drink down by his love, he lets his toes wriggle in the sand as he plops down beside her.

"Hey beautiful, yer givin paradise an inferiority complex." He quips, taking in the tantalizing view of Tora Olofsdotter in a sapphire colored bikini.
[identity profile] guy-lantern.livejournal.com
The roof didn't have wheelchair access, but that's what power rings were for.
The building had been rebuilt a whole lot of times and in the last refit there had been a number of alterations. The basement was Arisa's pad, the ground floor was Warriors and the second story was Guy and Tora's place. The roof had once sported a private helicopter pad, during Guy's days as Warrior, but that was a few demolitions ago. After that it had featured a structure that served as a third apartment rented out by a rookie Lantern. Now it was just an open space used in common by the tenants. So Guy was putting it to use today.

The sunset over the city was a nice touch to the scene as Guy floated a cooler of beers to where they sat. Burgers grilled over a hibatchi, attended by a monkey in a chef's hat and apron, while a few gibbons made sure Tora had enough pillows and refilled her drink.

Getting in and out of the wheelchair still smarted allot, but the JLA medical facility coupled with Arisa's healing techniques had demoted life-long injuries into something that he just had to be patient with for a few more days.

Ok maybe a week or so.

Settling down, Guy soaks in the fading light of the day, the smell of cooking burgers and best of all, the sight of Tora.

"There's no place like home."
[identity profile] gotham-gargoyle.livejournal.com
Less than an hour ago, he was trapped inside the world's smartest supercriminal, their minds tethered together by strange dimensional energy. His friends and allies had been able to separate him from Lex Luthor without killing either of them - no mean feat.

Forty-five minutes ago, he arrived in the infirmary, courtesy of Guy Gardner's power ring, completely exhausted and unconscious - the strain of fighting with Luthor for control while at the same time maintaining his own sense of self had taken its toll. Monitoring devices were affixed, and his body scanned for lingering damage. His condition was still uncertain - no one wanted to prematurely announce the news of his return until they were certain he was stable.

Twenty minutes ago, his subconscious mind awoke once more, fighting to remember something essential - something he had to do, and soon. Visions of a planet overrun by technology gone mad filled his dreams.

And five seconds ago, his eyes opened.

"Get me the Flash."
[identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
After the rescue party's return and some subsequent revelations, the Justice League has assembled to discuss the significance of those revelations - and verify their truth.

"I've scanned him every way I can, and everything I do tells me the same thing - 'Lex' is telling the truth. He's not insane, he's not lying. Batman is really in there, his body out of phase, and his mind enmeshed with Luthor. Honestly, I'd say this is one of our best-case scenarios - but it's still not good. By my calculations, we have a limited amount of time to get Batman back to normal before he fades away entirely."
[identity profile] toraolafsdotter.livejournal.com
The hush of the room is broken only by the pings and beeps of machines, all of them hooked to and transmitting information about the man currently laying in the hospital bed.

He's been still too long for Tora's comfort, and she was attempting to keep an eye out for any movement, any changes.

Not at the moment though, as she's curled up in a chair next to the bed, fast asleep.
[identity profile] jla-sinestro.livejournal.com
Gleen was annoyed. Before the Cyborg recruited the human imprisoned on Oa, HE was the one in charge of their genetic engineering projects. Now, now this..this..arrogant, bald monkey was given reign over the project. There wasn't a species in the galaxy that were greater practitioners of the art of genetic engineering than the Krolotean Gremlins.

Still, what the Cyborg asked bordered on the impossible. He literally wanted to create brand new unique, lifeforms. Anyone even remotely aquainted with the science would tell you that you can't make something from nothing. You can meld DNA, you can evolve DNA, or you can alter DNA to such an extent that the end result would not even remotely resemble the parent subject. However, you cannot create something from nothing, it was scientifically unfeasible. Henshaw would be better off turning to magic if he wanted something from nothing.

Gleen sighed at the insanity of it. Still, the venture was not a total dissappointment. He had aquired enough knowledge of Psion scientific tenchniques to justify this venture. Also, the run-in with the Green Lantern was an unexpected bonus. Malefic wanted to know if the Lantern had alerted his fellows to the events on Rann, as well as any other significant information he could pry from the human. Gleen didn't think for a minute that he would learn anything fruitful. Green Lanterns were notoriously hard to break.

Gleen smiled as he reached the interrogation room and its unconscious prisoner. Gardner's ring was removed and locked inside an energy field. He was bound on a metal operating table, arms and legs spread. The table itself was positioned so that the prisoner could face his interrogator face-to-face. Gleen had accessed his ring's knowledge on the human, and despite himself he found the human's history interesting. Yes, this would be fun.

With little fanfare he walked up to the unconscious prisoner and gave the man a swift backhand to the face.

"Wake up, monkey. You've slept long enough."
[identity profile] scourge-of-mars.livejournal.com
The Cyborg was busy conversing with their new ally, though Malefic was hesitant to consider the human that just yet.  While he was away, Henshaw had commissioned him to take charge of the surface occupation of the planet. In truth it was not a difficult task considering the population's evacuation, but you never knew. However, his immediate goal was to apprehend the Green Lantern, Guy Gardner.

Since his attack on the Psion mothership, the Lantern preceded to make a nuisance of himself. Attacking facilities, destroying Chemos, basically anything he could do to piss them off. Malefic had had enough, it was time to end it.

"Gleen, take your two compatriots and bring back Gardner. Alive if possible, dead, just as well. His disruption ends here."

[identity profile] scourge-of-mars.livejournal.com
Ma'alefa'ak could feel it, his body was nearly healed of its wounds. The burn scars on his body, a souvenir from his last battle with his brother, were nearly gone. His strength, almost returned, he could feel his the pinpricks of energy as he tested his connection to his Martian vision. He stretched and morphed his arm into a serrated blade, then willed himself intangible. His powers were nearly restored, except of course..

"Damn him!" Malefic roared, as several Psion doctors jumped in fear.

Once he had had his telepathy stolen from him, making him a freak and outcast of Martian Society. Then his brother had returned it to him so that he'd once again be vulnerable to fire. The fire had nearly killed him, his body floating in space after his assault on his brother's allies. Then the Cyborg had found him and commissioned his servants to heal Malefic. Malefic had no delusions that the Cyborg wished to use him for his own ambitions, but that was fine with him. He sensed a kindred hatred in the Cyborg, which is why Malefic was willing to stay, for now. But soon, his brother would die, his allies would die, and then his adopted home would also die. At last, he would be the last Martian.

The last time he had seen Henshaw, Malefic was still in the healing chamber. From what he had been told, the Cyborg and Despero were attempting an invasion of the planet, Rann. It was not his fight, he would not intervene unless asked. Malefic returned to his hibernation chamber and closed his eyes, dreaming dreams most beings would consider nightmares.
[identity profile] keystonesfinest.livejournal.com
 Dr. Alchemy sits atop the Gothic Revival Tribune Tower in Chicago, legs dangling over the edge of the tall ledge he's perched on, the Philosopher's Stone in one hand, and a smaller book than usual in the other. He's having to use a metal clip to keep the pages open where he wants them, given the high winds this far up, so he's less than happy. Any damage to a book puts Alchemy in a bad mood.

He reads from his book; Atlas Shrugged. "Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another–their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun. What an interesting philosophy…" Alchemy doesn't even look up as he activates the philosopher's stone, and the walls of the Chicago Mutual Bank turn into oxygen, exposing the vaults to the public.

"When you have made evil the means of survival, do not expect men to remain good. Do not expect them to stay moral and lose their lives for the purpose of becoming the fodder of the immoral. Do not expect them to produce, when production is punished and looting rewarded. Do not ask, ‘Who is destroying the world? You are."  He sniffs. "I merely change the world. I destroy nothing. This Rand woman has some gaps in her knowledge." Again without looking, he clutches the stone and the roads beneath him begin to change into mercury.


Meanwhile, other villains, rogues and criminals run rampant throughout Chicago, all intent on causing the largest distraction possible for the Justice League.
[identity profile] elfinlantern.livejournal.com
Arisia hasn't been in her below the bar apartment in awhile. She's be busy cleaning up after the whole Sinestro issue and then there had been an outbreak of Graxosian measles (the closest English approximation) in her home sector. Then she had family obligations she needed to take care of while she was in the area....

Well, she's been kept away from Earth for awhile, especially as she wanted to make sure she wasn't going to bring anything contagious back with her. These things can be tricky, even for Oan power rings to spot. So, settling back into the apartment is a little strange. Going back to something more of a day job is even /more/ strange. This place runs without her well enough but she likes to help, likes to be here.

After a nap and a shower, she's back out walking the floor, checking the inventory and taking orders with a smile on her face.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_kip_/
The Justice League Watchtower has a highly sophisticated comm system that can send messages to individuals, to separate rooms, to separate floors or to the whole place. Right now, the entire system is activated. An emergency? Not quite. There is holiday music being played, from Vince Guaraldi to Nat King Cole to Ella Fitzgerald, classics all. And in the dining hall, a towering spruce tree has been erected. Atop a ladder, a young man sings along with the music as he carefully feels his way along the tree to hang lights. His usual attire of slacks and a neatly pressed shirt has been exchanged for jeans and a sweater with a red-nosed reindeer knitted into the fabric. Looks handmade, too.

Across a table near the front are at least eight pies of different sorts: fruit, chocolate, pumpkin, chess. Homemade, from the looks of it. A basket nearby seems to be brimming with cookies, too, and beside that basket are a few hot beverage dispensers labeled cocoa and mulled cider.

Someone is bringing the holiday spirit to the Watchtower.
[identity profile] guy-lantern.livejournal.com
Earlier in the day a horde of decidedly green monkeys were witnessed to have been carting furniture, laundry, appliances and other random household items out of the third story window of the building that hosts the bar known as 'Warriors'. Said simians proceeded to scale the side of the building and deposited their cargo onto the roof. A number of 'public disturbance' calls went out to the police, who in turn were later mollified by the building's proprietor...with some effort.

Now, standing in an newly 'empty' apartment, Guy looks around critically at the recently dried coat of primer on the walls as he makes ready to mix up a can of 'Grass Green' paint.
[identity profile] guy-lantern.livejournal.com
Consciousness creeps up on him like a big clumsy, and highly distracted, kitten. It's fuzzy, unfocused and pinches allot.

Guy's eyes feel like their welded shut, but he gets them to open. His first instinct is to sit up..



He gives that up and the lancing pain through his side settles back under the comfy blanket of painkillers. Instead he looks around. Yep, it's the watchtower medbay.
Better than County any day.
[identity profile] elfinlantern.livejournal.com
Seeing that Sapphire light during the Sinestro conflict sent Arisia's thoughts into something of a spiral. That color of light has never meant good things for her nor much anyone else in any of the 3600 sectors. There is one place she goes when she's feeling like this but right now, going to see Mogo is different now.

Mogo is also in pain and Mogo is the one that needs comfort. Arisia is a good listening ear and maybe in talking to each other, they'll both find a way past where they are right now. She's also a fantasic healer, though she's not sure how she would even start to heal a planet of its wounds other than time.

She'd love to help Mogo figure it out. The power of the ring can allow her to do anything - even heal a planet. Once they can figure out how - together.
[identity profile] jla-glcorps.livejournal.com
The Green Lantern Corps has reconvened on Oa, treating their wounded and making preparations to pursue the Sinestro Corps - all their plans to strike before the Sinestro Corps makes another move have become suddenly moot.

The voice of one of the Guardians manifests from every active Green Lantern ring, accompanied by a tiny representation of the Guardian's head.

"Attention all Green Lanterns. We have detected a critical galactic threat. The Sinestro Corps has invaded Earth in Sector 2814 - and the Anti-Monitor has manifested in this universe on that planet. All active duty Green Lanterns are to report to planet Earth and engage the Sinestro Corps."

After the announcement, Ganthet turns to his brethren.

"And with the Anti-Monitor, the Green Lanterns will not be enough. We must prepare to go, ourselves."
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com

It’s an unusually hot day in the city. Heat, cold, rain or shine, it doesn’t matter. The Postman always delivers. Well, at least that’s true enough for this particular delivery.


Warriors is doing decent business this afternoon. There is a game on the television and the taps are flowing. It’s more than enough on a day like this to bring in the patrons.


The gawky deliveryman has to rais his voice considerably to be heard of the din.


“Miss..Olafsdotter?  Is there a Miss Olafsdotter here??”


He looks around quizzically.

[identity profile] bewaresinestro.livejournal.com
Mogo, the planet Green Lantern. Besides being a useful member and training facility for the revived Corps, Mogo has served as something of a mascot. "Look!" the Green Lanterns say, "We have a planet! Aren't we boss?"

Little do they know, there is a prophecy...

The sun Mogo is currently orbiting grows dim, as a shimmering darkness slowly eclipses it. Only after a moment is the shape visible, the twisted spires and blinking lights of the most wicked city in the universe. Ranx...the Sentient City!

Inside of Ranx, the mummy-like form of Enkafos crosses his arms, deep in thought. Finally, he gives a nod, and within the twisted, screaming bowls of the living city, child like forms begin to multiply. The Children of the White Lobe...turned into living bombs by the machinations of Seer Ruggle, Bomb Mistress of Rorc!

"It is time." Enkafos speaks, his dry, dusty voice sending a shiver of fear down the spine of the most hardened Sinestro Corps warrior. "The stars are right. Today...the planet Mogo dies."

And Ranx, the being the Guardians thought fated to destroy Mogo so many thousands of years ago, bellows a war cry as hundreds of yellow armored fearmongers fly out of its armored recesses, screaming the war cry...of the Sinestro Corps!
[identity profile] guy-lantern.livejournal.com
A few hours of 'rip you a new one', courtesy of the 'OverSmurfs', hasn't done much for his mood.
Qward wasn't really a 'win'. It hadn't been a 'loss' either. Still, he has to wonder if getting other GLs hurt in the process had been worth it.
He didn't do 'doubt' well.
It pissed him off.

An hour and a half in the citadel gym on OA hed just left him more tired in addition to being pissed. A shower and shave later, he found himself in the barracks again. He should call Tora again, but not yet. He wanted to get his head together first.

[identity profile] jla-glcorps.livejournal.com
The small group of Green Lanterns who decided to pay Qward a visit are on their way back, and the assembled Guardians of the Universe are waiting on the Oan side of the portal for their return, managing to look as stern and disapproving as ever.


May. 4th, 2009 10:43 am
[identity profile] guy-lantern.livejournal.com
Creating a warp isn't kiddie stuff. Creating a warp into a parallel universe is major league. Pinpointing a trans dimensional warp to open at the cusp of a planetary atmosphere?
Now that’s a trick.

Guy should have bought a lottery ticket today, because he's on.

The emerald aperture opens for but a few seconds and the band of Green Lanterns come blazing out of it at speeds that ignite the atmosphere around them, turning each of them into veritable shooting stars as they careen at breakneck speeds towards the surface of Qward.

Dragging a cluster of asteroids behind him, Guy now uses the power of his ring, coupled with their current velocity, to fling the large debris ahead of them. The torrent of rock and minerals become a literal storm of hyper-accelerated particles raining down on the battlements and garrisons of the planet bellow.

"Knock knock, ya bastards!!"


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