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[imaginate]

[ if one looks at the location of this post, it's from Wood. Kyle's idea of being careful is essentially walking over to another Sector to use one of the cafes. ]

hello?

seriously there's better things to rip off than myspace

[ He's going to treat this as a chatroom until he has reason to do otherwise. ]

is this network the only way to contact people? what happened to telephones? or shining a signal in the sky? [ subtle. very subtle. He buffers it quickly: ] or even messenger pigeons?

[ now to see if anyone takes the hint. Before then, he decides to offer a helpful tidbit: ]

by the way this isn’t a dream or a collective hallucination

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[imaginate]

Wrong end of the gun?

[He doesn't keep up with Batclan drama; this is his closest guess.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[Smirk] Sibling rivalry gets hard core in my family.

[imaginate]

[Why so calm about it dude :|] Why are you wearing his costume, then?

[mrsarcastic003]

[Pause] It's complicated.

[imaginate]

Okay. [Backing off unless Tim feels like sharing.] I think the rest of you are further down the timeline from me.

[Not mentioning alternate world just yet.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[Sorry, Kyle. Tim's not sharing with.. anyone, actually.]

Yeah? Why's that?

[imaginate]

For starters, you were Robin.

[mrsarcastic003]

[Yeah, ask Dick how that turned out. :\] That wasn't that long ago.

[imaginate]

How long ago?

[mrsarcastic003]

[UGH COMICS TIME]

A few months.

[imaginate]

[Not enough time to create an alternate future... unless--] Did something major happen on Earth?

[mrsarcastic003]

Which time? There... have been a few things.

[imaginate]

[Kyle's deep in thought for several minutes. He knows he'd be on Oa, so anything on Earth, he couldn't really have affected. He badly wants to know... but would he want to know and be helpless to change it?] Which parts can you tell me without it possibly affecting the timeline?

[mrsarcastic003]

That's... a good question. You... probably don't know anything about what happened with Batman? Or the Black Lanterns?

[imaginate]

Black Lanterns. [He trails off, and rubs his temple.

The Blackest Night will descend upon us all, without prejudice or mercy, or reason. The Seven Corps will fall.

But since Tim was still alive, the universe was still fine.] We won, right? [Beat.] What happened to Batman?

[mrsarcastic003]

Yeah, we won. It was rough going, though. [He shrugged a little at Kyle's next question.] He got lost in time. [NBD, happens all the time.] Pretty much everyone thought he was dead.

[imaginate]

[Rough going. Kyle wondered how many more Lanterns he'd had to bury.] That hasn't happened to me yet. Any tips on dealing with them?

[mrsarcastic003]

[He frowned.] They feed off emotions. I'd say try not to let them get you wound up, but... that might be hard.

[imaginate]

What do you mean? We make them stronger by feeling..?

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim just looked at him.] Yes. Anger, love, grief... [He shrugged a shoulder and turned back to the console.] They wound people up until they were feeling about as much as they could feel, then ripped out their hearts.

...Creating more Black Lanterns. Like I said--it was a little rough.

[Seriously, Kyle. Zombies.]

[OOC: I think I have this right? It's been a while since I read Blackest Night.]

[imaginate]

Sounds like it. [Kyle folds his arms across his chest and rubs his chin thoughtfully. The zombie parallel is one he's reaching himself.] Black rings, too?

[mrsarcastic003]

Are there any Lantern Corps that don't use rings?

[imaginate]

[Kyle gives Tim a curious look. They didn't always need rings - he'd been Ion for a reasonable length of time (twice) and it seemed weird that the Bats didn't know this.

But it was definitely possible, given what he'd heard about the seven Corps, so far, he hadn't met all of them.] Dunno.

[mrsarcastic003]

[He shrugged again. He had a feeling he was missing something, but he wasn't quite sure what.] Me either--I'm not exactly an expert. [Wry grin.] But all the ones I saw had rings.

[imaginate]

[More to himself than to Tim:] I wonder what they were powered by.