𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋

what‎ ‎ are‎ ‎ they—?‎ ‎ (‎ ‎ THWACK.‎ ‎ THWIP.‎ ‎ WHAM.‎ ‎ POW.‎ ‎ )‎ ‎ some‎ ‎ comic‎ ‎ book‎ ‎ superheroes‎ ‎ marketed‎ ‎ for‎ ‎ children‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ manchild‎ ‎ fanboys?‎ ‎ (‎ ‎ SPLAT.‎ ‎ )‎ ‎ that‎ ‎ can't‎ ‎ be‎ ‎ it,‎ ‎ they're‎ ‎ respectful‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ serious‎ ‎ crime-fighters‎ ‎ who‎ ‎ mean‎ ‎ business.

emerald  light  had risen as  flood  walls  to  cut  off  any  means  of  escape  and  effectively  keep  these  aliens  from  spilling  out  further.  neither  one  of  them  wanted  to  be  chasing  down  stragglers,  that  would  only  delay  that  coffee  fix.

Her face scrunches, both a laugh and a wince. Her laugh is genuine. Always. "Oh, please, don't—if you start analyzing all my micro-expressions, it's gonna get embarrassing for me real fast." Not another peep out of you, Khaj.

It hits a little close to home, but she thinks he's teasing her. Well, some jokes don't land without a real point behind them, so she answers in kind. "A reason other than you being a space cop?" She spreads her bare and empty hands, then drops them to her sides. They've been over what she is. "Nope. I wasn't even speeding, sheriff."

She nods slowly at the confirmation that the ring picked up her location; that checks out. "Proactive approach. I can respect that."

Alice tries not to think about how other people perceive her, though not because it doesn't matter. At the end of the day, it's probably the thing that matters least—because she has to do what she has to do, anyway. She isn't going to let what someone else thinks of her, right or wrong, get in the way.

But sometimes, she can't help wondering.

Broad shoulders shrug upward. "A skill you pick up after spending so much time trying to dissect how Batman operates, hard guy to keep up with," John said with a sigh. "Worry not, it's too exhausting to maintain over the long term." Scanning faces for the minutest change in expression took plenty of concentration. Hard to spare any focus when you are already concentrating on controlling the power ring.

"Space cop isn't entirely accurate." Close enough for it to have become the most common nomenclature across the galaxy for the function they filled. "Though I am going to accept you calling me sheriff, because it makes me feel badass for some reason."

Eyebrows knit together when she questioned him. He figured she'd be happy enough that he didn't believe her a threat to let it go without inquiring for details. If she needed to know, though, it wasn't hard to follow the logic.

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚     as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!     ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

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@emeraldbuilt : “ i'm wondering what you're doing messing around with my things. ” 

. . . Well,  that  certainly  explains  why  he  didn't  recognize  anything  inside  the  box  he's  currently  raiding  around  in.  A  few  things  struck  a  chord  of  recognition  within  whatever  is  left  of  his  brain,  but  not  enough  that  he  could  confidently  claim  ownership  of  the  box  and  it's  contents. 

Not  that  he  was  attempting  to  steal  things  from  his  friends  and  colleagues,  he  simply  just  woke  up  that  morning  with  the  controlling  need  to  rummage  through  and  clear  out  the  storage  area  within  the  bar . . . And  apparently  he'd  offered  the  space  to  others  at  some  point. 

That  explains  the  excess  clutter.

“ . . . Huh. ” Is  all  he  says  as  his  foot  slides  the  box  in  question  over  to  John,  waving  his  hand  dismissively  after  he  does  so  before  he  returns  to  his  self  assigned  mission  for  the  day,  because  simply  waiting  around  for  orders  is  impossible  for  him. “ Don't  get  yer  panties  in  a  twist,  I  didn't  go  lookin'  through  anything  deeply,  if  ya  got  a  diary  in  there  I  pinky  swear  I  didn't  read  it. ”  He  is  being  honest,  once  he  realized  the  box  was  full  of  someone  else's  junk  he  only  peeked  on  a  surface  level  to  see  if  he  could  determine  the  identity  of  the  owner.  Lucky  for  him,  the  owner  had  appeared.  “ I'm  clearin'  out  the  junk  in  here,  got  no  fuckin'  clue  how  it  got  outta  hand  this  quickly  an'  I'ma  be  real,  don't  remember  letting  you  use  my  space  for  your  storage,  Johnny. ”  He  says,  but  quickly  adds.  “ I  can  keep  it  in  here  if  yer  still  lackin'  space,  memory  ain't  the  greatest  so  for  all  I  know  I  gave  ya  a  lifetime  promise  that  you  can  store  yer  junk  on  my  property,  plus,  that's  what  best  friends  do.  ”  A  look over  his  shoulder  and  an  especially  insufferable  grin. 

Instead of carrying your belongings with you, you found places where you could store them. Home on Earth could be several spots, his mom's house in Detroit ( though returning there would be . . . rough ), the watchtower, or a couple of other places. In space, he could guarantee that Guy was going to maintain his bar; if nothing else, that place would remain standing somehow. Hence, a small box of belongings. Suppose he shouldn't be all too surprised that Guy would eventually be rummaging through it; John hadn't exactly labeled it.

Green lanterns

Nearly ALL of the big players like him are babes. It's kind of ridiculous, really, and while she knows she can clean up alright when the moment calls for it there is no comparing that to the likes of Wonder Woman.

Darcy is resigned to this status. She has made peace with the fact that she just isn't stacked that way, has since the high school honestly. Not even a half-second of thought is wasted further on it and it's not because John says something terribly tempting either.

She sets a hand on his arm and her voice softens to a low whisper.

"Yooo ok at your eight .. wait no, your four.. ugh, over there, that guy is him," the nudge of her head in the direction of some kind of roulette table is meant for the bright pink elephant-tusked like creature with his massive back toward them.

"Be cool man, he doesn't like new people. Especially space cops. But he likes me so just follow my lead... heyyy, Slimjim, Jimmy Johnnnn, Jimjam my man!"

Her voice carries as she makes a bee-line for the alien, who happens to be truly like a man-elephant once he has turned around at the familiar call. His trunk unfurls slightly and he lifts his massive arms. "Heyyy if it ain't my favorite earth girl and..." his eyes narrow at the sight of John. "You brought a friend?"

Eyes glance over at her, giving a purposeful up-down with a subtle smile. "That's somethin' I know I can pull off. My thinking is you can too." Thank goodness they weren't wearing any comms for this little mission of theirs. He'd never hear the end of it for the flirting going on right now. Especially that last bit.

Imagine if Guy heard that? Hell on Earth.

Slowing to a standstill when her touch signaled, he was careful not to make a show of looking around. Didn't want to give anyone the impression that they were actually searching for someone here. People got squirrelly when they thought they were being hounded down.

"Hey, there is a reason we came down here using the Javelin instead of me slingin' my ring." Low profile, no one knew that a green lantern was in the crowd. At least, it didn't seem anyone had recognized him. No uniform, no constructs, no recognition. "Take the lead, I'll hang near but in the background."

[x]

Atieno can't help the knowing and mildly amused look that they are giving John at the moment. They can tell that he had been trying to hide amusement and blatantly failing at that. Which only served to inspired a sly smile of their own - as if they weren't already contented enough by scaring off the politician so quickly.