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 Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 2:44 pm
 _________⇢xxWonder Boy█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ _____________________Location: Above the Atlantic Ocean
With: An Unknown Individual (Nathaniel)
Feeling: Inquisitive His attack had been stopped by another creation of the male's; a shield. Before he could bring his other arm back and swing forwards a sphere of light had slammed into him, tossing his body backwards and down towards the water below. As his body bounced along the surface of the water, he slid his hand below the waves in order to slow himself down, until he was floating just above the water. "That hurt." spoke Wonder Boy coldly as he cracked his neck before floating in an upright position once again. "Your respect for this Sinestro person is commendable, and perhaps if you were not like this, we could have been comrades in arms. However, you seem rather convinced to follow this man, and I no longer wish to talk." Just as he had finished speaking the male had created what looked like a canon, and actually shot at him. A canon with such a slow rate of fire would never hit him, and as he veered out of the way of the cannon fire, he took to higher in the skies. He flew from side to side in case the male actually thought of trying to aim at him again, and on his final movement, Wonder Boy increased his speed. Now, turning himself into a high speed bullet, he intended to ram into the male and deal with him that way...
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 4:51 pm
Nathaniel Grant "In Blackest day. In Brightest night! Beware your fears made into light. Let those who try to stop what's right -- burn like his power -- Sinestro's might!" 
Allegiance: Sinestro Corps
Status: Healthy
Thoughts: Come at me, Amazon.Damn, should of went with a minigun. At least it would be more difficult to dodge 2,000 to 6,000 rounds a minute without getting hit
Nathaniel thought to himself, cursing his lack of creativity. Or at least using the wrong tool for the job at hand. Catching a fast flyer like Damian would require plucking him out of the air with speed, not brute force. And if he was as invulnerable as Superman, he wouldn't need bracers. So using a fast firing gun like a Minigun would be more productive than using a cannon. Nathaniel ditched the cannon and realized the Amazon was going to come back around, likely to use his body as a ram and try to slam him into the ocean floor. So he prepared for it. The ring glowed in his hand as he punched his left fist into his right hand. First, four large, solid poles appeared and anchored themselves into the seabed below him, deploying large hooks to make sure they were extremely secure. Then a large net was woven in between the poles as Nathaniel braced himself for the eventual impact.
Now, here's the thing: he could of dodged the battering ram and hit the man in the back, but he wanted Damian to get close and try to hurt him. After all, at close range, you are going to have a difficult time dodging anything, much less a Sinestro Corps member wanting to use your greatest fears against you. Strengthening the aura around his body, Nathaniel was hit hard by the impact of Damian Prince. With enough force to force Nathaniel back, if it wasn't for Nathaniel's thinking, he would eventually feel the hard rock of the seafloor on his back. But instead, the net caught him and stretched, the poles actually bending in, on the precipice of them completely snapping. Yet Nathaniel's control over the emotion of Fear was strong, and he managed to hopefully stop Damien from ramming him any further. He then grabbed Damian by his wrist and rose back up to a higher altitude as he smirked deviously, "Now that you so graciously brought yourself within arms reach, I can make sure to eliminate your threat permanently. To think, the Sinestro Corps databanks hyped your kind up to be the greatest hand to hand fighters on Earth. Yet what you tried to do with me could be done by any superhero with flight, big muscles, and half a brain."
He then held his hand up like a claw and narrowed his eyes at Damian's, "Now, Damian of Themyscira, you will know the true meaning of fear!" he said as his hand covered Damian's head and he began to invade the mind of the Amazonian Champion. He knew if he could bring his greatest fears to life, and cripple Damian with paranoia, a potential obstacle to his grand scheme would of been eliminated.
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 7:40 pm
_________⇢xxWonder Boy█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ _____________________Location: Above the Atlantic Ocean
With: Nathaniel
Feeling: Rage There were times in which you needed to be caught in order to truly do the most damage, and that was what he had done. However, before he could get a hand on his lasso the male had done something unthinkable; he had entered Damian's mind. The mind of one created by the Gods to ultimately be their "weapon" was not a safe place for those who were not ready to handle the images that could go through. Sadly, it was too late to stop him at this point, for as images of his life began to pass through one at a time, each image showed great moments during his life. Strangely, each image contained voices from those who were around him at the time, and as each image went by, faint voices could be heard screaming. It was not until images of the attack on Themyscira, that the voices actually got louder and were clearly pronouncing the word, "Leave!"
The instant in which the War God began to question why Damian would protect those that imprisoned, the voices of the Gods shouted together in unison causing Damian's eye to open up widely. If the voices of the Gods of Olympus did not frighten the male, then he would be sure to do so. Immediately, his eyes began to glow, and as he spoke, his voice seemed to be that of multiple voices combined together. "...Allow me the pleasure...of showing you what fear truly is.." Without warning his fist was swung directly towards the male's arm that held his head in place. If Nathaniel did not remove his hand fast enough, then he'd more than likely suffer a broken wrist due to the amount of force placed behind his swing. The amount of words he had managed to release was impressive for him due to having entered his War God Mode, but for him to enter it without removing his bracers, meant that the Gods had done it on their own. More than likely, to keep some secrets about them safe. His breaths had began to deepen, and as trails of energy began seeming out of his eyes, his lips cracked into a wicked smile.
The air around Wonder Boy screamed death, and any normal human would fear him merely by the look in his eyes, and the grin that looked as though he would enjoy himself in doing so. Without warning, he charged the male once again. The difference this time, he had no intention of dodging anything. This time, the calm Prince, would become a destructive monster that would not stop until it had finished sated its desire to hit things...
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 1:44 am
Nathaniel Grant "In Blackest day. In Brightest night! Beware your fears made into light. Let those who try to stop what's right -- burn like his power -- Sinestro's might!"
Allegiance: Sinestro Corps
Status: Healthy
Thoughts: Now this could be a challenge.A regiment of daily mind scans by nearly every member of the Sinestro Corps has hardened his mind against intrusions. It has also hardened his mind when he delves into others heads. In this case, while he was getting the images of Damian's battle filled life. Each image that went by not only had his voice, by other, faint voices that were screaming into his ears. When he got the image of the beautiful island of Themyscira, he had heard them very loudly, and they were telling him something very, very clear: leave.
But if he thought a cacophony of screams and him opening his eyes wide would frighten a man who wields the yellow flame of Fear, he was sorely mistaken. As such, Nathaniel ceased his dwelling in Damian's mind just a second before Damian swung his arm, saving himself a broken wrist due to the young man's great strength. This side of Damian was much, much different from the inquisitive young man who thought of himself as a comrade to Nathaniel. This side wanted to hit him. And hit him hard.
The air around him felt heavy, but Nathaniel was not afraid. He never had the luxury of being afraid. Noone does when you're in the Sinestro Corps, because being afraid meant losing control over other people's fears. No one is going to tremble before a coward. As Wonder Boy's gaze fell to Nathaniel's, he would meet the gaze of a man who has seen hell and came back much stronger. And as Damian charged at Nathaniel with the intent of grinding him into the dirt, Nathaniel responded by constructing a large M134 Minigun and muttering, "Magnificent," in a tone that basically said he was actually amused at this side of Damian.
Then he let Wonder Boy have it, six barrels rotating at high speeds, spraying the Amazon with a non stop volley of yellow light, at around 6,000 rounds a minute. Now in real life, miniguns have been know to cut cars in half and go through most structures like they were nothing. The damage it would do to a human guarantees he won't be around for more than a second. But since it doesn't look like Damian is dodging anytime soon, and normally his bracers were used to deflect bullets, even a super durable person like an Amazon could be hurt by Nathaniel spraying a torrent of bullets at him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 6:06 am
_________⇢xxWonder Boy█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ _____________________Location: Above the Atlantic Ocean
With: Nathaniel
Feeling: Rage In a sense, this was more of a False War God Mode, as in actuality, for him to loose complete control the bracers needed to be off, and when the heavy machinery was unleashed his grin increased at the attack. Round after round crashing into his Amazonian physique was enough to send his body flying backwards with considerable force, and as his body hit the water, a large explosion of water released. If one were to take a closer look, they'd see the water had actually split around him due to the amount of force that had gone into him into the ocean floor. As the water began to fall back down from its temporary position in the skies, his lasso could be seen piercing the water itself in a large arc; wiping whatever bullets were in its range to the side until it attempted to reach the Sinsestro Corps male's arm. If it had managed to wrap itself around the male's arm, then Nathaniel would have felt him self get pulled down towards the water itself.
Regardless of whether he got pulled or not, Wonder Boy had taken to the skies with a fist held backwards in order to punch the male. If he had gotten pulled into his fists by the lasso, then it'd hurt a hell of a lot more.
OOC: Had to split the seas for Roxas...
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 6:38 am
Nathaniel Grant "In Blackest day. In Brightest night! Beware your fears made into light. Let those who try to stop what's right -- burn like his power -- Sinestro's might!"
Allegiance: Sinestro Corps
Status: Healthy
Thoughts: Nhhhh, this is not as I anticipated.With a satisfied smirk, he watched as Damian was pelted hard by his yellow minigun and crashed into the ocean below, with enough force to temporally part the seas, similar to the feat that the biblical Moses performed to get the Hebrews away from Ramses and his army. Pointing his gun towards the water, he let off a few more rounds before the water swallowed the Amazon whole, as of his gods wanted to protect their champion.
"Rest in peace, Damian of Themyscira," Nathaniel finally said, before he let off a few more rounds, intending to make sure that the Amazon stayed dead. As he did so, the golden lasso of Damian's flicked out from the water and wrapped itself around Nathaniel's arm, his yellow construct finally disappearing. With a shocked expression, the Yellow Lantern felt himself being pulled down into the water with the Amazon. Thankfully, his suit was able to protect him from the dangers of the steadily increasing pressure, while the aura's breathable atmosphere meant he wasn't drowning anytime soon. But still, he was at the mercy of an enraged Amazon. This was not going to go well.
He was now face to face with Damian, and now he knew things were definitely going to be pretty painful. The Amazon was going up, and his fist was heading straight for Nathaniel's face. He could feel the bones of Damian's hand smash into his cheek, taste a bit of blood in his mouth, and feel his bones straining to not break under the pressure of such power. Thankfully, his aura, and his suit, were able to absorb enough of the impact to make sure that he did not just die right then and there.
The good thing is, once again, Damian had put himself within arms reach. With his free hand, the Yellow Lantern formed a new construct over his fist. What Damian would know as a cestus, a glove over the hand, studded with spikes to increase the force put behind the wielder's punch. With his new weapon, Nathaniel retaliated, aiming to smash his own, now gloved with yellow light, fist into Damian's face. Hopefully this would hit, but there still remained the issue that Damian still had his lasso around his other arm and thus, Nathaniel was at his mercy.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 4:39 pm
_________⇢xxWonder Boy█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ _____________________Location: Above the Atlantic Ocean
With: Nathaniel
Feeling: Pain There was something about the thrill of combat that made Damian swell up on the inside, and even when in a False state, it was enough to get him going. The need for more was overwhelming in his present state, and while he did retain some of his thoughts, the impulses were still harder to control. "Wake up." He could not hear bones crunching from the pressure of his fists, which meant that he had not hit the male hard enough, and that only meant one thing. The suit needed to go. Even in his enraged state, it was clear that he needed to pry the male out from his suit in order to truly do damage. "Cut it out.." It was no use. His thoughts alone were not enough to wake him back up, and as the Yellow Lantern constructed another construct to attack with, the grin on Wonder Boy's face widened greatly. He had no intention of getting hit, but what he did intend on, was making sure the male felt a great deal of pain.
For a moment, Wonder Boy began to fall from the sky, and with his lasso still tightly wrapped around Nathaniel's wrist, he'd also fall as well and at a rapid speed. Immediately after, Wonder Boy would have came to a complete halt, fists pulled back some and clenched as if prepared to strike once more. Given the speed that the male was falling at, Wonder Boy shot upwards at the oncoming male as well, careful to tilt his body in a way that would pull him out of the male's immediate strike zone while swinging upwards at the male's gut. The sound that followed after was that of pure beauty, for as his fist gut, he could hear the boy's voice as he gasped at what little air remained in his body. With a strong movement of his arm, the Yellow Lantern's body went flying a little ways away from Damian, and in doing so, freed itself from his lasso. It was not until he actually watched the male's body shoot away from his own that his subconscious took complete control.
The bracers on his arm shone with a golden light, and as the light dimmed, the glow of his eyes faded away. His lasso was returned to his hip and while he watched, he could only pray that the man was not dead. Sadly, when he moved to fly after the man's body, a shock was sent through his entire body. The pain from the blows he had received had finally caught back up with him, and as he clutched his arms, he quickly began to try and quiet his now heavy breathing. It didn't take very long, but there was no doubt in his mind that if the male had survived, and was actually able to do combat, Wonder Boy was going to have to carefully utilize everything at his disposal to win. His movements would not be as fast as normal due to his body still trying to cope with the amounts of pain that was flowing into his body. Forcing his arms into a defensive position, he waited in order to see what would happen next...
OOC: Recieve Divine Justice!
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 7:24 pm
Nathaniel Grant "In Blackest day. In Brightest night! Beware your fears made into light. Let those who try to stop what's right -- burn like his power -- Sinestro's might!"
Allegiance: Sinestro Corps
Status: Healthy
Thoughts: Let's see how strong your will is.
OOC: Burn like his power, Sinestro's Might!!!!There was no avoiding it. Nathaniel knew this. He was too careless in this fight, too reckless in his ways of dealing with the Amazonian Powerhouse. Something he needs to keep in mind next time he fights someone like him. And if he was going to move forwards with his plans, he cannot afford to die here, nor afford to be careless again. As he was pulled down towards the Amazon, his fist swung wildly, and he knew that what came next was not going to be pretty.
The air left his body as the Amazon's powerful fist met his abdomen. As he was thrown down back into the water, Nathaniel also felt the pain of his back hitting the water hard. Double the pain, this was going badly. His ring was working hard to heal his body from the injuries, but it wasn't going to solve injuries like this. As he lied on the bottom of the ocean, he began to speak again after catching his breath, "Ring, painkillers stat," he said before he concentrated on what he should do. Brute force wasn't the answer, so it was time to play some mind games with the Amazon. Thankfully, his sojourn into his mind has plucked out some very interesting scenes for him to work with. As well as an insight into his opponent's religion. It meant his construct was going to take time to form, but it will be complete by the time he was finished.
When Damian made his way over towards Nathaniel, after fully realizing just how much pain he was in, if he took a look at Nathaniel, or where he thought Nathaniel was, instead he would find something incredibly disturbing: it was Hermes, his big brother and Olympian deity, not Nathaniel, that he was seeing. It was of course an illusion formed by Nathaniel, but it looked so real. Every detail of Hermes clothes, facial features, and the like were so convincing that it seemed like instead of Nathaniel, in blind fury, he had struck down his brother instead.
"Why....little brother?" Hermes asked, "How could you....betray me? After....I saved your life. After all....I done to shelter you."
The next thing that could be heard was thunder as one of Damien's worst fears came to past: his father, Zeus, having been enraged by Damien's "sacrilege", has now called upon the other Gods of Olympus to strike Damien down. In a loud booming voice that was as loud as the thunder around him, he called Damien out for his heinous act.
"Damien of Themyscira, you have struck down a God of Olympus!!! And an attack upon the Gods is an attack upon me!!! For your irreverence, you have been deemed guilty and have been sentenced to death!"
With Zeus acting as Judge and Jury, the Executioner falls to the other Gods, all ascending from the Heavens. Though they were mere constructs created by Nathaniel, he amplified Damian's fears so that he would believe them to be real.
With no mercy, they attacked, all attempting to give the Amazon one of the most vicious beating's he has ever faced. All the while they were talking to the Amazon, putting him down as a failure to the Amazons.
"Worthless trash!"
"You fail, Prince of Themyscira!"
"All you know will now suffer because of your sacrilege!"
Et cetera, Et cetera. With his injuries, despite his ring blunting the pain with painkillers, it was taking all of Nathaniel's abilities as a wielder of the Yellow Flame of Fear to not only keep up this illusion, but to deliver the beating with the various constructs. If he slipped once, the illusion would shatter.
(OOC for everyone else: Everything dealing with Zeus, Hermes, and the other Olympic Gods is all an illusion. Except for the constructs, those are real.)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 7:31 pm
 cαѕѕαη∂яα ρєтяαѕ|||αqυαωσмαη
<º))))><((((º>
It didn't take long to find where the unwanted problem was and Cassandra arrived at the surface of the water in time to see two figures battling in the air above the ocean. Thankfully, with her advanced eyesight, she didn't have to get close to see the battle clearly. The two seemed equally matched in strength and speed so she was unsure of who was actually winning.
The battle was no doubt intense as the unknown figures went toe to toe. It wasn't till Cassandra saw the black haired boy's eyes started glowing and his aura seemed to suddenly fill the air with the presence of gods, that she realized that the boy was an Amazon. "I hope he doesn't become an issue," She mumbled to herself as she began studying the other figure. He was in a suit which did little to help Cassandra identify him. This also did little to ease her concerns.
Cassandra’s grip on the trident tightened as she swam closer towards the fighting duo. The question of why they were fighting wandered into her mind and she frowned a little. “Why are they even out here in the middle of the ocean?” She mumbled to herself. Clearly one of them must had arrived here for a reason. If things really got out of hand, she would intervene, but until then, she would simply watch.
As the battle raged on, Cassandra studied their abilities and styles of fighting. Each hit they delivered to each other was enough to make her grin and increase her desire to fight. It had been a while since her last fight and she was eager battle. Cassandra was pulled out of her thoughts when she noticed the person in the suit falling towards the water, almost straight at her. She wasted no time in swimming away to gain some distance just as he hit the water. "That's got to hurt," She said as she watched in float down.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 5:52 pm
_________⇢xxWonder Boy█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ _____________________Location: Above the Atlantic Ocean
With: Nathaniel
Feeling: Pain, Confusion, and Anger. As he hovered over the area in which he had seen Nathaniel's body crash down, he began searching for signs of the male. However, what he found was not exactly something he was happy to see. It was his elder brother, in a state that was less than befitting of a God of Olympus. Had he done that? Even in his False War God Mode, he doubted that he'd actually be able to hurt one of the Gods, but there was always the chance that Hermes had tried stopping him, while refusing to actually fight back. While these thoughts went rapidly through his head, his inner thoughts knew better. Within himself, he knew that it was not Hermes but some trick by Nathaniel, but his weakened state refused to let him believe otherwise. To add to his firm belief, the voice of one he never thought he'd hear again came through, and in a manner that truly shook Damian with fear. "I..I didn't.." spoke Damian softly as his father descended from the clouds. Following him came the other members of his family who seemed just as angry with him.
"Please, you must let me ex-" spoke Damian before a fist from the War Goddess met his stomach. It didn't take his body long before it was sent soaring through the air only to have the Goddess of the Hunt send him back in the opposite direction. With each hit he took from the two Goddesses, his Amazonian ability to heal continuously tried making up for the damage, but when he was smacked down towards the water, his body slammed hard onto its surface. Before he could get back up, the God of the Seas wrapped his arms around his throat and held him just beneath the surface of the water, and to this he began clawing at the male's hand in order to free himself. Closing his eyes, his foot slammed upwards and into the male's side, causing him to release his hold on Damian's throat. Moving to the air once more, he put his own hands onto his throat and began to inhale slowly. He had never remembered his Uncle ever having a mean steak towards him , and having his male siblings now rush him was enough to make him curl into a ball in the air to safeguard himself.
It was not until Ares came to attack him, that he moved from his feeble position. When the War God swung his fists at Damian, it was caught by his hands, and as his knee slammed hard into the gut of the War God, he heard a large shattering. The illusion dispelled, as the construct shattered into pieces, Wonder Boy stared blankly at the disappearing light. "What..?" questioned Wonder Boy blankly as he looked to the other Gods of Olympus. Without giving them the chance to move, he unleashed a furious attack upon, smashing construct after constrct until not even Zeus remained. While it took him a bit more convincing in order to actually hit the image of his father, it was done and the constructs were no more. Breathing heavily now, he hunched over in order to try and find Nathaniel. The male would pay for his actions, and to use the ones who he loved as a means to attack him; it was unforgivable. However, even an Amazon stamina had its limitations, and now having gone through a War God trip, he was now having a hard time just keeping himself afloat in the air.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 10:32 pm
Nathaniel Grant "In Blackest day. In Brightest night! Beware your fears made into light. Let those who try to stop what's right -- burn like his power -- Sinestro's might!"
Allegiance: Sinestro Corps
Status: Healthy
Thoughts: Yes, Damian, feel your fears come to life.
OOC: I couldn't do what Roxas did and use all seven colors of the emotional spectrum. So I shot the Amazon out of a cannon.Fear. Fear may be a simple word to describe the emotion induced by a perceived threat to a person's well being, which usually forces them to hide or run away. But for those of the Sinestro Corps, it is their source of power. The anathema to the Green Lantern's source of power, which is their indomitable will. As Nathaniel kept up the very elaborate and potentially dangerous illusion, he could feel the fear from Damian seeing his "father" descend from the heavens. His ring intensified it's glow, and to Nathaniel, it seemed to purr in content. But the ring was not the only thing which was feeling content by Damian's terror. Nathaniel himself felt stronger from the illusion doing it's work. The painkillers he ordered the ring to administer were strengthened, and Nathaniel finally got up off the seafloor. He had to finish this battle now, as he can feel the fact that Damian is fighting against his fears.
And then the worst case scenario happened: Damian got wise of the illusion after smashing Ares to pieces. Now he could no longer siphon power from Damian emotional turmoil. But Nathaniel did receive a bonus from Nathaniel outburst: he was tiring himself out. Even an Amazon blessed by his gods with various gifts, has to eventually be worn down. As the Amazonian Powerhouse was now hunched over, determined to find his opponent, Nathaniel finally answered as he attempted to encase the man in a yellow bubble, just as he did to Eris, "To borrow a cliche chess term, I believe this would be checkmate," said Nathaniel as he slowly rose up in the air, taking the bubble with him.
"Your will is strong, Damian of Themyscira, but against the might of the Sinestro Corps, there was no hope for you to win. Your rage couldn't defeat me, and your fear empowered me. As such, any further conflict would result in me being the victor. But as much as I would love to fight you some more, you are in the way of my plans for this world, for that, I should eliminate you permanently. But, you deserve a bit of compassion from me, Amazon. I will not end your life right now. It would be far too easy in your current state. However, you surviving your current trip, I cannot predict."
He then clenched his fist, constructing a new weapon, one that looked strangely like a massive howitzer artillery piece. And the bubble that (hopefully) held Damian inside, was the ammunition. As he loaded it into the massive gun, he heard the satisfying *clunk* that signified it was ready to fire and he stood at attention and saluted, "Goodbye, Damian of Themyscira," he said as he pointed at the gun, which fired the projectile at a high elevation away from Nathaniel. The best thing about ring constructs: he can make the ball go for as long as he pleased. The issue was landing: he didn't know where it was going. It could be heading into Metropolis. Or Gotham. Or even so far as Central City. He will never know.
"Now that the Amazon has been dealt with, I can go back to my real business," Nathaniel mused to himself, ending with a muffled, and very dark chuckle. He then turned around and looked down at where Atlantis should be, only to see a young girl who apparently was spectating their fight. He descended from his lofty height until he looked like he was literally standing on water before he asked Cassandra, "And who might you be? Judging by how comfortable you seem in the water, I can assume you are Atlantean. Am I not wrong?"
As he looked at her, his ring chirped a little, forcing him to listen to the news he didn't want to hear: he was running low on power.
Power Ring charge level at 22 percent. Recharge recommended.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 11:35 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:31 pm
cαѕѕαη∂яα ρєтяαѕ|||αqυαωσмαη
<º))))><((((º>
The sudden comeback of of the man in the suit took Cassandra by surprise. The battle took a turn when several figures suddenly appeared in the battle and began beating the Amazon senseless. Within moments, the Amazon was overwhelmed and before long, the person in the suit encased the Amazon and shot him from a cannon-like weapon that appeared out of thin air, shooting him to an unknown distance. It was then the person turned their attention below to the waters, spotting her before she could dive underwater.
Cassandra was speechless to say the least. Had she been a normal Atlantean, she would had more than likely been wise to fear for her well being. However, that was not the case. She was a Queen, and as such, she would handle the situation like the fearless leader she was meant to be. Even if she knew little to nothing about said situation.
With her guard up, she watched as the stranger approached her, floating down to the point where he looked to be standing on water. She took a moment to observe him, now being able to see him up close. As Casandra noted earlier, the person's suit gave nothing away to help her identify him. She looked back up up towards the mask when he began speaking to her, questioning if she was an Atlantean.
To this, she straighten her back and gave him a light glare. "You are correct, and who I am is none of your none of your concern. Now, what business do you have out here?" She demanded. It was then she heard a small chirping sound that resulted in her looking down, spotting the stranger's ring. She was slightly surprised, but she did her best not to show it. "You're a Lantern?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:48 pm
Nathaniel Grant "In Blackest day. In Brightest night! Beware your fears made into light. Let those who try to stop what's right -- burn like his power -- Sinestro's might!"
Allegiance: Sinestro Corps
Status: Healthy
Thoughts: Alright, it is time for the diplomat to replace the warrior.
OOC: Might want to check your format Queen. Also, you forgot to quote me."Who you are is my concern. I wish to speak with the Ruler of Atlantis about a potential threat to his or her kingdom," Nathaniel answered, his helmet retracting into the suit to reveal his face. With silver hair and golden eyes, the young Lantern would look pretty intimidating, not only because of his straight posture, good physical build, and the aura he exudes, but because his golden eyes were a bit animalistic, despite his calm demeanor.
"Yes, I am a Lantern. Though not Green. Regardless, I am here to help your kingdom, not harm it. The man I sent flying was only one such threat to the stability and continued existence of Atlantis, but you must simply let me speak to your Ruler so I can explain it to him or her myself, understood?"
He could not afford to be too aggressive. Diplomacy is not about intimidation to get what you want. Unless such fear is needed. Besides, he could use a bit of time in their infirmary, and some time to recharge his ring. If he cannot get into Atlantis by talking, he'll get to Atlantis another way. By force if need be.
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 7:53 pm
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With his helmet now gone, Cassandra took time to take in his appearance and what a rather uncommon one it was. His eyes were startling to say the least, and were quite.... "Distracting," she mumbled out loud with a frown, not caring if she appeared strange for speaking to herself. Finally, she took her attention off his appearance to focus on his brief explanation.
He admitted to being a Lantern though he didn't bother say the color, which bugged Cassandra a bit. She was never given the chance to learn about them, and therefore knew little to nothing about any of them. She would have to make a note to study up on them when she got the chance. Another frown crossed her face when the stranger mention that the Amazon from before was just one of many threats to her city and that he needed to see the Ruler of Atlantis.
With a rather reluctant sigh, Cassandra called the help of any sea creatures that were near by. Within moments, a couple of hammerhead sharks were circling her before brushing against each other to give their Queen the much needed boost she required to be almost face to face with the unknown Lantern. A small part of Cassandra wished that she were taller so that she would come off to be just as intimidating as the man in front of her.
"You say you are here to help my kingdom from a potential threat? If you have any information on this threat then speak now. You just happen to be in the presence of said Ruler." A smirk made it's way on her lips as she stood straighter in hopes that it made it that much clearer that she was a force to be reckon with despite her unintimidating looks. "I am Cassandra Petras, Queen of Atlantis."
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