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 Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 3:48 pm
Oan Orbit
Entering Oan Orbit is tricky at the best of times and sometimes you leave via it without intending to depending on whom you annoy whilst on the planet's surface. After it was rebuilt, Oa now has a planetary armor and defense grid dedicated to stopping events like the Blackest Night from ever happening again. Obviously to use Oa's Orbit as a method of getting on the planet, one must have the ability to travel through space and the proper authority/clearance or means to do so.
Once cleared, a person may land on one of the few Oan shuttle bays that there are due to the fact that The Green Lantern Corps have no real need for them.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 2:35 pm
 Allies: No One Enemies: Himself? Saving: Himself?
Passing by the Moon, Ian circled back around to its dark side and sat calmly on the cold, black surface. The sole green spot of light on the whole thing. He smirked to himself, as he realized how ironic his current setting was. This very image was the Guardians' mentality about the Corps. Around Oa, the centre of the Universe, there was nothing but a great black void called the Universe. Oa, stood isolated as its only light. Determined, it spread its light until eventually there were smaller Green Lights or Lanterns all over the place. But then other lights emerged; Blue, Red, Violet, Indigo, Orange and Yellow...
It must have been hard for the Guardians. Hard for them that the Universe got a little bit brighter but it was not all their doing.
"So, you're just going to sit around and pout. Is that it?"
"I dunno, I suppose, you don't have to worry about that now. Being dead and all. The response was almost instinctive. As if Ian didn't even realize who he was talking to but he did, he knew exactly who he was talking to and it sent a cold shiver down his spine. He didn't turn to look at Nathaniel. He just continued to look down towards his feet, dragging his knees in towards his chest and wrapping his arms around them to protect himself. What from he wasn't quite sure. But he knew he needed some sort of shield and he wasn't able to construct one, not with this ghost breathing down his neck. "I made sure of that."
"Yeah. Dropping a bomb on someone does that." Nathaniel said plonking himself down next to Ian, kicking up moon dust that fluttered in the darkness. A moment passed in silence between the two as they both stared into the empty void of space. "We were lucky, huh? To see all this."
"You could say that..."
"And you could say otherwise, could you?"
For the first time, Ian actually turned to look at the ghost and could hardly fight the tears trying to escape his eyes. It looked just like him, yellow aura, armour, no helmet, no wounds, white hair; it was a far cry from how Ian had left him in that crater back on Earth. And in response to his question? Of course Ian could say otherwise! If the two of them hadn't been chosen by the stupid hunks of space jewellery on their fingers then Nathaniel wouldn't be dead. Hell, they could have never even met. The bottom line though was that Nathaniel would still be alive and Ian would not be a murderer. "Well?"
"Why bother, you're not even real."
"Real enough apparently."
Nathaniel's ghost stared at Ian for a second, blinking his gold-dyed eyes. Ian tried his best to ignore him, Ian had seen Nathaniel buried, his body incinerated and a glass plate form in its place. There was no way he was here with him, at least, that was what he had to keep telling himself because for all intents and purposes: Nathaniel Grant, the man he hadn't even killed hours ago was sat right next to him. What was worse was that Ian could barely handle it. His whole body was shaking and the more Nathaniel looked at him, the more he felt he was under a microscope. Being observed. Being watched. Being judged.
"Is this what you were like?" Ian whispered "Before you got the ring?" Nathaniel put a finger to his lips as he pondered about it, he seemed deep in thought with his tongue poking between his teeth as he tried to figure out what to say to Ian. But the problem was he didn't really have an answer for the young Green Lantern. "I don't know. This is your delusion," He joked, nudging Ian "You didn't know me before I got the ring, so how could you delude about me before the ring? I'm no expert on this psychology or anything, I was just a soldier but I would assume that you are what they call 'projecting' traits onto me. They're either-"
"One: The possibilities of what could have been if I had not done what I'd done. Or two: Traits that I am lacking within myself and want but cannot have. I took psychology 101."
"Extra credits?"
"Yeah..."
O.O.C
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 3:49 pm
Allies: Ghost Nathaniel? Enemies: Himself? Saving: Himself?
The delusion and the deluded sat together in silence for a second as Ian computed his situation. The very person he was grieving for was now sat right next to him, joking and smiling as if nothing had happened. And ofcource Ian knew that Nathaniel wasn't ACTUALLY sat beside him busting his balls for taking basic psychology for the extra module credits but it was almost too real, so surreal it could work, y'know?
Nathaniel looked towards Ian, gold-dyed eyes swirling with mystery, it was odd how even he knew he wasn't real. That he was dead and that only unsettled Ian more as they talked. A shiver running down the young Game Designer's back; he could only manage a small reply. "I think I liked you better when you were a psychopath..." Nathaniel tilted his head back and laughed, it was weird that the two of them could even think of speaking after all you'd heard about space. How it was a empty. How no one could even hear you scream. "Sociopath. You obviously didn't earn those credits Ian..."
"You acted upon your anti-social views and tendencies and progressed into full blown psychopathy when you assembled an army of villains to take over the world."
"True. Return Ace. Well done."
Ian dug his hands into his pockets, looking back down towards the Earth. Then, he looked towards Nathaniel. "I don't enjoy pointing that out." The two once agains at in silence as they thought of things to say, things to do. Ian wanted to run away and it looked like Nathaniel was going to do nothing but follow. But why? To make Ian feel Bad? To remind him of his shame? To hinder him? He looked at the ring on his finger. If I took this off right now Id'...
"You don't want to do that!" Grabbing Ian's wandering hand, yanking it away from his ring. WHY NOT!?"
"Because that's not taking responsibility!" The two suddenly stood up, Ian pulling Nathaniel to his feet as the latter latched on to Ian's hand, preventing him from enacting the stupid thoughts in his head. Nathaniel was dead and even this ghost knew that Ian shouldn't have to die too to make it up. Death only led to more death. It never changed the outcome. Nathaniel's eyes widened as Ian yanked his hand free. "Don't touch me!"
"How could I be? I'm just a delusion, remember?"
"Shut up and leave me alone!"
"But I can't, I'm your delusion, I'm your imagination! I wouldn't be good at this haunting lark if I did leave you-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" Ian grit his teeth and with aswing, his ring spat out his rage in the form of a green burst of energy. It hit Nathieniel in the chest, not like it should have done though but instead; simply passing through him and allowing him to disappear with the consistency of smoke. However, Nathaniel was not the only thing that shattered. All around him turned like smoke, the familiar stars of his own galaxy faded away and a greenish hue to the cosmos told him where he found himself. He was in Oan space. he had not been sat on the mood with Nathaniel as he had been led to believe, he had been floating ominously above the Green Lantern base world. His ring was flashing like the clapper, through his delirium, he could hear someone speaking but it wasn't until he held his ring up to his face and that person became a construct copy of themselves that Ian realised it was the Guardians' ever faithful vanguard... Salaak.
"Lantern Wickes! Lantern Wickes, come in! Lantern Wickes! We saw signs of ring discharge in the outer orbit of the planet! Is everything okay!?"
Ian blinked twice at the alien, refocussing on reality before replying. Had he always been here? Had it all just been a dream? "S-s-Salaak!? What the-!? Where am I?" The hologram of Salaak raised an eyebrow towards Ian, concerned that the human Green Lantern was so confused as to where he was. "Lantern Wickes, you've been floating in Oa's outer orbit for the last four hours... is everything alright?" Ian's eyes widened at the timeframe he had apparently been unaccounted for, it felt so rushed, so short an hour at most but four hours!? Had he just been floating there for four hours!?
Quick to mask his discontent with his circumstances, Ian shrugged his shoulders towards the hologram. "Uh... Yeah, I'm fine must have fallen asleep at the ring or something..."
"Well, you better wake up, the Guardians have been summoning you for the past two hours."
"Oh. Okay, thanks Salaak." Salaak shook his head and ended the call without any goodbyes. He wasn't that type of person. But Ian knew that he had to get down to oa's surface before too long passed by; the Guardians were going to grill him for keeping them waiting but what was more... They could probably take the ring off of him for being so ill. And that was the last thing he wanted. Brushing a hand through his hair and trying to shake off the grogginess. Ian disappeared down into Oa, making his way to the guardians. O.O.C
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