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[ Video feed clicks on. It’s Soranik’s Earth Sector suite, but she’s not alone. Kyle is standing to right side of the screen, wearing a deep green sweatshirt that has a white insignia - for those who’ve noticed, it’s the same as his ring. His arms are folded, he is standing up straight, shoulders squared, he’s a little tense about the jaw, but otherwise comfortable. ]

[ On the left is Soranik, and she’s wearing something similar to Kyle, only this time it’s a tank top with the same insignia. Once she registers that the feed is working, she gives a slight nod to Kyle. ]

[ He looks directly at the camera. His instinct, of course, is to begin with ‘We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming’ but this is Corps business. (He doesn’t do Corps business usually, Salaak does.) Which means when he speaks, he sounds a little strange for people who’ve heard him talking normally, but the words roll off easily and confidently. He’s clearly accustomed to it. ]



Good morning, Keeliai. My name is Kyle Rayner, of Earth, and this is Soranik Natu, of Korugar. [ A pause. ] We represent the Green Lantern Corps. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the name, it’s a paramilitary organisation [ wow how to find analogues? He goes for an Earth equivalent ] kind of like UN troops, but on a galactic scale.

What Honor Guard Rayner means--[ He interjects immediately: ] Lantern Rayner. [ Tense silence. ]

What the Torchbearer means is that we are trained to adapt and help when and where we can - this place is no different.

[ Kyle shoots Soranik a cold look, but decides to keep quiet. ]

[ She ignores him, and continues on - holding up her right hand, green ring clear. ]


This is called a power ring - each Lantern has one, and how we’re able to patrol the universe effectively. Whatever we can imagine, it can create.

[ He unfolds his arms and leans forward. The cold expression is no longer there. A map attachment is added, with Soranik’s quarters marked out in red. ] We’re temporarily based in EA-3B. If you’re in trouble or need us for anything, one of us will be here at all times. We also have a clinic attached. [ Beat. ] Lantern Natu is the best doctor in Guardian space. [ With the tone of: ‘I don’t say this lightly.’ ]

[ She doesn’t make any attempt to argue with him or downplay her skill, because she knows she is. ] It should also be known that if any of you decide that you’d like a power ring of your own - you’d be better off forgetting about it. Neither of us have the time nor the desire to tolerate attacks and we will win.

[ Kyle’s only outward reaction is a brief quizzical look at Soranik. He turns back to the screen. With an implied ‘this is more for your benefit than ours’: ] What she means to say is: the rings only work for us. Torturing us or attempting mind-control in order to get them is a waste of your time, [ said as though this is a perfectly normal thing that happens to them, because it is. Also said quite neutrally, like he’s not terribly concerned if someone tries to do it. They'll lose, after all. ] we’ve been trained to resist extremely effectively. And killing us isn’t going to work either. The ring will just become unusable.

If you have any further questions, please feel free to ask. Honor Guard Rayner and I will answer them to the best of our abilities.

[ Kyle tenses slightly at the rank, but otherwise simply nods, waiting for any comments or questions the public might have. ]

[ooc: Green is Soranik, black is Kyle.]
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Looking for a chemist with the ability to reverse engineer a formula.


--Mr Charles


[ Guess who's at his normal cafe in the earth sector? That's right, Cobb is sipping his tea quietly while he scours the network for someone that can manage to take the somnacin formula and give the team more. If they could work the PASIV... ]
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[Those who have seen it before might recognise that Percy is sitting in Annabeth's suite and using her console rather than his own] Okay, so, first things first. Sea prunes? Don't go there. And I'm saying that as the guy whose dad probably invented them.

[His fingers reach for a nearby pen and absently tap it against the desk before he scrawls something meaningless on a piece of paper nearby. People who have spoken to Percy before might not that he's more twitchy than usual, almost agitated.] Second, um. Are there any jobs going in places that are a little more Foreigner friendly? Apparent customers won't buy things from places if the person serving them calls them a jerk, even if they're being one. The managers don't seem to like it, either. Something without boring, repetitive tasks would be great, too. As it turns out, that's kind of hard to deal with when you're ADHD. [A beat. He fold the paper in half absently slides it into a nearby book.] And if any writing could be in Ancient Greek, that would be awesome. Dyslexics of the world untie, that sort of thing.

[He picks the book up and places it somewhere off-screen, seemingly unaware of what he's doing. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he laughs, a little sheepishly] Okay, so I don't do a great job at selling myself. But I promise, I'm hardworking. I'm resourceful, I don't mind manual labour, I can talk to sea creatures and horses, and I make a mean garden hose. And I really, really need something to do here, or else I'm going to lose my mind. And believe me when I say no one wants a crazy demigod on their hands. [He gives a small wave, and is about to disappear when he thinks of something]

Oh yeah! Apparently there are some people who don't know how to swim? I can totally teach you, if you want. Or...I dunno, take people on water rides around the turtle. Floating around in the ocean in a bubble is pretty neat, I'm just saying.
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