AlteredTundra
ButtsnBalls
LG
Lord Wraith
Qia
Fading Memory
Hound55
Little Bird
Abstract Proxy
TheMushroomLord
LOCATION : Renegade HQ ➧ Ye Olde Street Lamp INTERACTIONS : None TIME : 0-19-Hundred-and-Fart Sounds
One moment, Hana was glancing over her shoulder, and then the next something shiny and panicked flew in. Like a manic pigeon made of Roomba parts, Skeets went on about how it considered this a “Justice League safe house.” Hana let out a soft, ”oh boy,” at that remark. Sure, they weren’t mostly unaffiliated. Mostly, totally unaffiliated. Booster Gold… that name rang familiar to Hana. Oh right, he was on all those teeth whitening strip commercials. She’d tried those once. The effervescent burning sensation of her gums hadn’t left her for nearly a month.
Julian tip-tapped into action as the “I’m a real boy now” part of him took a backseat to the calculating part that reminded Hana of the now asleep robot. She had wanted to poke Skeets, give it a good tap or two, but her common sense said that wasn’t a great idea. And that’s all her common sense would speak up about today. Julian lined out the plan, said the team needed to be in two parts. Obviously, Hana would be whooping ass and taking names. Crowd control would be a waste of her talents. Then, Julian said to meet them downstairs in five minutes after gearing up for his “special project.”
”Someone hasn’t seen ‘The Fly,’” Hana remarked. ”And no gear needed. I could be there in five minutes. So, have fun slapping on your Spanx and spandex, boys—I’m out.” A flash of bright green illuminated the room and Hana’s “costume” fully formed. It was different than the usual Green Lantern costume, breaking up the blobs of color with harsh white lines. Over it was what looked to be a biker jacket made out of crystalline leather that proudly portrayed the Lantern symbol. Her mask was white and covered her face in a similar domino-style to most heroes’. She ran a hand through her hair, green clips appearing and pushing back her seafoam-colored locks. Hana then gave a mock salute and leaped out the window. Much like watching birds hop off a branch, there was a moment where she let gravity take her in a freefall. Then she extended her arm, and her flight kicked in. At first, she propelled forward casually but then rocketed ahead—letting her arms aerodynamically fall behind her.
There was a problem with this entire plan—though. Where the fuck was the bank?
Hana paused, landing on the top of the streetlamp. She brought her ring up to her face. ”Alright, Space-Alexa, where’s Bank of the West?”
The ring responded with a remark that sounded like the automated response from the IRS. [QUERY NOT FOUND.]
Hana groaned. ”No, of course, that makes sense. A meritocracy solely based off of magical space rings and the principles of justice they’ve decided to uphold against anyone else’s input, wouldn’t understand the nature of capitalism and the monuments to its oppression.”
[THE GUARDIAN’S DATABASE HAS KNOWLEDGE ON THE PHILOSOPHICAL IDEALS YOU ARE REFERENCING.]
”Awesome,” Hana said, flatly. ”I’ll just use the GPS on my fucking phone then.” She pulled out her phone to see Gabi’s message about the time the first few droplets hit her head. Thanks, Gabi. She thought before a trash can lid made of green light appeared above her. Just call her Oscar the Grouch.
Julian tip-tapped into action as the “I’m a real boy now” part of him took a backseat to the calculating part that reminded Hana of the now asleep robot. She had wanted to poke Skeets, give it a good tap or two, but her common sense said that wasn’t a great idea. And that’s all her common sense would speak up about today. Julian lined out the plan, said the team needed to be in two parts. Obviously, Hana would be whooping ass and taking names. Crowd control would be a waste of her talents. Then, Julian said to meet them downstairs in five minutes after gearing up for his “special project.”
”Someone hasn’t seen ‘The Fly,’” Hana remarked. ”And no gear needed. I could be there in five minutes. So, have fun slapping on your Spanx and spandex, boys—I’m out.” A flash of bright green illuminated the room and Hana’s “costume” fully formed. It was different than the usual Green Lantern costume, breaking up the blobs of color with harsh white lines. Over it was what looked to be a biker jacket made out of crystalline leather that proudly portrayed the Lantern symbol. Her mask was white and covered her face in a similar domino-style to most heroes’. She ran a hand through her hair, green clips appearing and pushing back her seafoam-colored locks. Hana then gave a mock salute and leaped out the window. Much like watching birds hop off a branch, there was a moment where she let gravity take her in a freefall. Then she extended her arm, and her flight kicked in. At first, she propelled forward casually but then rocketed ahead—letting her arms aerodynamically fall behind her.
There was a problem with this entire plan—though. Where the fuck was the bank?
Hana paused, landing on the top of the streetlamp. She brought her ring up to her face. ”Alright, Space-Alexa, where’s Bank of the West?”
The ring responded with a remark that sounded like the automated response from the IRS. [QUERY NOT FOUND.]
Hana groaned. ”No, of course, that makes sense. A meritocracy solely based off of magical space rings and the principles of justice they’ve decided to uphold against anyone else’s input, wouldn’t understand the nature of capitalism and the monuments to its oppression.”
[THE GUARDIAN’S DATABASE HAS KNOWLEDGE ON THE PHILOSOPHICAL IDEALS YOU ARE REFERENCING.]
”Awesome,” Hana said, flatly. ”I’ll just use the GPS on my fucking phone then.” She pulled out her phone to see Gabi’s message about the time the first few droplets hit her head. Thanks, Gabi. She thought before a trash can lid made of green light appeared above her. Just call her Oscar the Grouch.
