Oh, a novice in his own Corps, no wonder he had no idea who they were. Just how long had been a Lantern?
"Yes basically. The original police force the ever wise Guardians established," Skorn explained, obvious sarcasm and mockery in his voice. "They don't like anything organic as they seem to believe it is responsible for all evil. Ironic huh?"
Skorn made a fist and produced the symbol of the Red Lantern Corps into the air.
"Surprised you don't know of at least Atrocitus. I'm a Red Lantern, we are beings fueled by the rage and hate in our lives."
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Megaguirus screeched as Destroyah came down with his energy katana. If she got hit by that, she would be in much trouble that could potentially be the end of her. Now, she couldn't have that, could she? With a swift motion, Megaguirus slammed her right pincer into Destroyah's neck to prevent him from swinging down any further. She then tightened her grip, intending to crush whatever bones were in his neck. All she had to free now was her tail. Easily said, and done now that she recalled she had taken some energy from Orga. Positioning her stinger right in front of Destroyah's belly, she fired a beam very similar to Orga's.
The book intrigued Casimir. It was ancient, giving the indication that it was written many, many years ago by some unknown author. Unknown to him at least. What was most intriguing about the tome was its scratched out title. Now Casimir was really curious, and had half a mind to simply put Artemis to sleep, wipe his mind, and keep the book for himself.
But he couldn't do that, particularly to someone who had done him no wrong.
"Mind telling me what's on the first page? Reading is something I enjoy doing, particularly when the content has been hidden away as this book would suggest...."
But he couldn't do that, particularly to someone who had done him no wrong.
"Mind telling me what's on the first page? Reading is something I enjoy doing, particularly when the content has been hidden away as this book would suggest...."
Skorn lifted up the Manhunters severed head as he looked it over. He tossed it over to the Blue Lantern.
"Here's your culprit," he said. "I trust you know of these things? This marks the third time they've threatened the galaxy."
"Here's your culprit," he said. "I trust you know of these things? This marks the third time they've threatened the galaxy."
Jersey's head turned a full 180 degrees as he looked at who had come into the room. Casimir was a bit surprised to see someone actually have the fortitude to walk in here.... unless it was going to be some sort of prank. If it was a prank, then Casimir would show the planners the terror that were his spells.
Really though, the guy that just came in didn't look suspicious. He also bore a slytherin emblem, obviously telling he was from the same house as he was.
"I'm Casimir. Nice meeting you," he said simply.
Really though, the guy that just came in didn't look suspicious. He also bore a slytherin emblem, obviously telling he was from the same house as he was.
"I'm Casimir. Nice meeting you," he said simply.
"Silence your voice," Skorn growled as red napalm dripped from his mouth, threatening to turn into a full stream of the liquid and melt the metal of the yelloe lantern. Even if they all had to regretfully work together to find out more about the Manhunters, Skorn wouldn't be taking any insults from anyone, particularly not freaks and naive idiots like the Sinestro Corps members and the Star Sapphires.
His attention turned to the Blue Lantern that had been fleeing moments ago. He wasn't exactly fond of their group either, considering they were capable of weakening his rage by flashin thoughts of a better life into his mind. Still, he could tolerate them more than the Star Sapphires who did pretty much the same, but with a much more annoying message. Love conquers all? Bullshit. Love does nothing but tear hearts apart or oeave them vulnerable to injury. Rage... rage conquered all. It was perfect and self-sustaining.
"Hmph, I am Skorn. What brought you to this planet? The prayers of a thousand people who were destroyed?"
His attention turned to the Blue Lantern that had been fleeing moments ago. He wasn't exactly fond of their group either, considering they were capable of weakening his rage by flashin thoughts of a better life into his mind. Still, he could tolerate them more than the Star Sapphires who did pretty much the same, but with a much more annoying message. Love conquers all? Bullshit. Love does nothing but tear hearts apart or oeave them vulnerable to injury. Rage... rage conquered all. It was perfect and self-sustaining.
"Hmph, I am Skorn. What brought you to this planet? The prayers of a thousand people who were destroyed?"
You could just approach him out of curiosity. As stated in my most recent post and in the CS, he has a rather awry reputation due to his methods of taking vengeance, showing up others, and knowledge.
"Stupid android," Skorn spat as he used his strength to forcefully tear apart the Manhunter limb from limb. He had been shot several times as he dragged him down to the barren earth below, and noted how much stronger their weapons seemed than before. What could have helped these things come back? And stronger at that...
A whole had passed, and Casimir's compartment still remained empty of anyone else but himself. It wasn't of any concern to him honestly, he ha grown used to the solitude of every train ride and school year. Often times people simply avoided him because of the rather... awry reputation he had built up for himself. Aside from knowing a great deal of magic, Casimir was known for his vengeful actions and willingness to use what he knew to get back at someone who had wronged him. He had already proven this several, several times, but was thankfully not banished from Hogwarts because the hexes and jinxes he used against others did not cause extensive or serious harm.
He sat and simply "conversed" with his owl, making quiet comments about the cheeriness of the voices he heard... and their casual dialect. Casimir could be casual, but often times he spoke in a rather "proper" manner.The vvoices annoyed him a bit, especially a certain girl's voice that was very bubbly and "cutesy". He thought he knew who it belonged to... Samantha maybe? That girl was the definition of outgoing and social. He never had any problems with her however, at least not serious ones.
This was going to be a long wait and ride, so Casimir pulled out his dark wand and began casting spells on random objects he had spread out before himself. They were lifted up into the air, tossed around, even transformed into something else and lit on fire. He kept it controlled so as to not draw much attention to himself or wreck anything, and gave occasional treats to an observant Jersey. Casimir considered trying out a tranfiguration spell on him, but the last time he had the poor owl ended up as a feathery and walking cup.
"Eh... living creatures are harder to change than nonliving things," he told the owl. "But don't worry, I think I've gotten better since that time."
He sat and simply "conversed" with his owl, making quiet comments about the cheeriness of the voices he heard... and their casual dialect. Casimir could be casual, but often times he spoke in a rather "proper" manner.The vvoices annoyed him a bit, especially a certain girl's voice that was very bubbly and "cutesy". He thought he knew who it belonged to... Samantha maybe? That girl was the definition of outgoing and social. He never had any problems with her however, at least not serious ones.
This was going to be a long wait and ride, so Casimir pulled out his dark wand and began casting spells on random objects he had spread out before himself. They were lifted up into the air, tossed around, even transformed into something else and lit on fire. He kept it controlled so as to not draw much attention to himself or wreck anything, and gave occasional treats to an observant Jersey. Casimir considered trying out a tranfiguration spell on him, but the last time he had the poor owl ended up as a feathery and walking cup.
"Eh... living creatures are harder to change than nonliving things," he told the owl. "But don't worry, I think I've gotten better since that time."
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