DR_TRAPEZOID

Spectrum of Light (A Lantern Corps RP)

Shrapnel slowly floated, following the red lantern, and chuckling as the poor Manhunter was ripped apart. As he drifted closer, he slowly clapped.

"Good show. Very nice." He said sarcastically. "I'm sure we won't need to study the corpse of the Manhunter..." Rang out his metallic, almost soothing voice. His ring flashed a warning at him, and he cringed as he saw the blue lantern.

"A blue lantern... of course. Why would there not be a blue lantern..." Shrapnel turned to address the blue-suited freak. "Well, typical of a blue lantern to need to be rescued. What, did you just sit there and HOPE that the Manhunter wouldn't kill you?" He said, a violent tone in his voice, as he kept his distance. Shrapnel knew two things about blue lanterns. They were not good for his health, and that he did not like them.

Age of the Draconides

Kaga said ...Excuse me?

My character, Caedes, is literally the only one over the age of twenty, so depending on how you define teenager, I will be the only one who is not a teenager, unless you consider 18 to be teen, in which case both True and I are outliers, just barely.

Spectrum of Light (A Lantern Corps RP)

"If what you saqy is true, then you shall soon enough succumb to fear. I've heard something terrible." Shrapnel said, extending his ring. It flashed, before playing back the small message.

"NO MAN ESCAPES THE MANHUNTERS"

Shrapnel trembled again, just hearing it. His ring retracted back into his 'skull', and his body slowly settled.

"Meeting you under any other circumstance, I would consider it war. But I'm afraid we have not the luxury of our trivial feud, our problems are more severe. Shall we consider a temporary truce, until this... has been resolved." Shrapnel said, struggling to actually suggest it. His entire body shook with discontent, the neatly stacked shards of his body sagging.

Spectrum of Light (A Lantern Corps RP)

A warning flashed out from Shrapnel's ring.
Shrapnel's steely voice hissed out through the void. "BLOODY RED LANTERN. SHOW YOURSELF, FIEND, OR FACE THE WRATH OF PURE FEAR." A burst of yellow light flooded the area around shrapnel, as he whirled, trying to locate anything, even a speck of red in the distance. As he turned, his humanoid form was slowly diminishing, becoming more of a flurry of steel than man. More metal began adding to the whirlwind, each a construct of yellow energy. It took a moment for the energy to dissipate, and the humanoid figure to resurface, but Shrapnel gained control.
"ANSWER ME TRUTHFULLY, MEWLING QUIM. WAS THIS THE WORK OF YOUR KIND?" He was still unable to locate the voice, so was still perpetually spinning, each shard of his body individually quivering. He knew that whatever answer he got. If it was the Red Lanterns work, then Shrapnel wouldn't be alive much longer. If it wasn't the Red Lanterns, and Shrapnel's suspicions were confirmed, then no one would be alive much longer.

Paint

"Hmmm..." Dodger muttered to himself, a rather genuine sound of confusion dancing on his voice. "On the one hand, I could agree to go do illegal stuff with a bunch of people I've never met, and a girl who, until now, I believed to be dead, and probably end up getting arrested, killed, and most definitely tortured in the process, just for a sense of good in our hearts, and some cash in our pockets..." He muttered, chuckling under his breath as he said it. "Or, I could be 'that one guy', and put my personal safety above any sense of right I have in my soul..." Suddenly he snapped upright, taking a rigid pose, saluting, and standing straighter than a pencil.

"Yes. Si. Oui. да. Under no circumstances would I say no." He said excitedly, putting all of his self control into keeping his voice below a whisper.He carelessly stuffed the Molotov back into his duffel bag, then slung the bag back over his shoulder. He did keep the lighter out, however, and rhythmically flipped the lid open, then closed, not actually turning on the flame. "So, what are we waiting for?" He asked, suppressing the shouts of joy that were clawing at his throat.

Spectrum of Light (A Lantern Corps RP)

"NO MAN ESCAPES THE MANHUNTERS"
A chill went down Shrapnel's spine, or whatever was equivalent to his spine in that flurry of metal that he constituted. As he had been floating through space, his ring began to glow, and chanted that one chilling sentence. He knew exactly what that meant, and what that meant was not good. The shards of steel snapped into position, forming a humanoid figure, sheathed in a yellow glow.
The yellow lantern ring, lodged in a piece of shrapnel that was about as good as his head, let out a flash of pure energy, lighting up the dark of space. Then, he was gone. Like a comet, Shrapnel rocketed towards the origin of the chilling message, boosted by fear- his own fear.
It was a long while before he reached the charred planet, far too late to catch a glimpse of what did this. He had hoped his fears could be put to rest, that he would catch some two-bit impersonator red handed. But no, this destruction... it was too widespread... to pure. It had to be. A sharp, almost ghostly voice rang out, emanating from inside of the metallic body of Shrapnel. "They're back."

Raiders: An Indiana Jones RP [Interest Check]

Hehehe. Polyphemus and Nobodyman might just be in the same RP.

Spectrum of Light (A Lantern Corps RP)

So, for the IC, how are we supposed to figure out anything about the man hunters? Stumble upon the ruined planet? Will you have our rings somehow alert us? I'm not too well versed in the Lantern series...

Spectrum of Light (A Lantern Corps RP)

I find it hilarious how Larfleeze didn't choose to RP as Larfleeze, and how Automaton want's to RP as a Star Sapphire, even though his profile pic is of the Red Corps.

Also make IC soon plz.

Spectrum of Light (A Lantern Corps RP)

The writers also stated that men are allowed into the corp, it's just that none have been found worthy yet.