The yellow ring zooms onto Oa, the bright shine of its tale catching everyone's attention. Eight separate Lanterns try to encase it or tackle it or fly ahead of it, but it avoids them all, flies into the bar, and hovers over Guy.
Guy Gardner...
"Oh, fuck no." Guy blasts the ring. It bounces off the far wall, ricochets, and hovers in front of Guy again.
You have the power...
"Fuck. Off." Guy's second blast sends the ring through the wall of the bar. It comes back.
to instill great fear.
Guy clenches his hands into fists, tries to duck the ring, tries to punch it away. It worms its way onto his hand, skinning up his knuckles as it slides in to fit above his Lantern ring.
"Shit," he mutters, and then he's being pulled up and away dragged, he's certain, to Qwand to learn how to be a yellow bastard.
The ring punches a hole in the ceiling, Guy trailing after it, still struggling to get away. Twenty feet above the bar he's met by a hundred Lanterns, most of them looking nervous at the sight of him. "Shoot me!" Guy yells. "Somebody take a fucking shot!"
Two Lanterns near the front try, but their rings fizzle out. Guy howls at them, incoherent, as the yellow light starts to slide through his veins. "SHOOT!" he manages to get out.
Twenty Lanterns come at him at once. Half of the rings fail. The other half, the yellow ring fights off even as Guy tries to stop it. He thinks of everything he's ever accomplished, all the hard work he's ever completed, every single thing he's dong by sheer force of will.
The yellow ring won't come off.
He's a mile above Oa now. Two. Three. His trajectory changes, and he speeds up. Guy grits his teeth and concentrates. Pushes every ounce of stubbornness he has to his ring. He stops moving for a split second. He speeds up again. Guy pushes his determination up. He stops for two seconds. THe yellow ring overrides him again. Guy thinks of working through his feelings about his father. About working through school. About changing careers. About opening the bar, giving up the ring to Hal, getting his ring back.
He stops absolutely cold. The yellow ring dims a little. Guy reaches for it, tries to yank it off, winces at the way his knuckle cracks. The yellow ring flares at Guy's momentary pain, settles in firmly again. The yellow ring drags him forward again.
A giant green wall smacks him directly in the face. In another second he's decked out like Hannibal Lecter, complete with mask, straight jacket, and dolly. Kyle comes into view, ring out, his jaw clenched.
"I'm not afraid of you," Kyle tells him. "And I'm not afraid of your jewelry, either."
"Thank fuck," Guy breathes.
"Hold it together." Kyle orders.
Guy sucks in a breath, clenches his teeth. He nods. "Go for it."
Kyle redesigns the construct so he can get to Guy's hand. He unclenches Guy's fist and yanks as hard as he can. Guy swears as his finger dislocates, but he feels the yellow ring slide off.
"Got it." Kyle holds up the ring in a secondary construct, a little jewelry box with a padlock. He makes the construct snap shut. "I'm keeping you in that thing until we get back to Oa."
"Fine." Guy leans back, feels the hum of Kyle's construct around him, feels the hum of his ring as it pops his finger back into place.
"You should be nicer to the rookies," Kyle says as they fly through Oa's atmosphere. "They were too scared of you to help."
"I should be meaner, then," Guy argues. "Actually make them nut up and do their damned jobs."
Kyle thinks for a minute. "Maybe."
Guy breathes in deep as they fly lower, Kyle circling the Citadel. "Thanks."
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Guy Gardner...
"Oh, fuck no." Guy blasts the ring. It bounces off the far wall, ricochets, and hovers in front of Guy again.
You have the power...
"Fuck. Off." Guy's second blast sends the ring through the wall of the bar. It comes back.
to instill great fear.
Guy clenches his hands into fists, tries to duck the ring, tries to punch it away. It worms its way onto his hand, skinning up his knuckles as it slides in to fit above his Lantern ring.
"Shit," he mutters, and then he's being pulled up and away dragged, he's certain, to Qwand to learn how to be a yellow bastard.
The ring punches a hole in the ceiling, Guy trailing after it, still struggling to get away. Twenty feet above the bar he's met by a hundred Lanterns, most of them looking nervous at the sight of him. "Shoot me!" Guy yells. "Somebody take a fucking shot!"
Two Lanterns near the front try, but their rings fizzle out. Guy howls at them, incoherent, as the yellow light starts to slide through his veins. "SHOOT!" he manages to get out.
Twenty Lanterns come at him at once. Half of the rings fail. The other half, the yellow ring fights off even as Guy tries to stop it. He thinks of everything he's ever accomplished, all the hard work he's ever completed, every single thing he's dong by sheer force of will.
The yellow ring won't come off.
He's a mile above Oa now. Two. Three. His trajectory changes, and he speeds up. Guy grits his teeth and concentrates. Pushes every ounce of stubbornness he has to his ring. He stops moving for a split second. He speeds up again. Guy pushes his determination up. He stops for two seconds. THe yellow ring overrides him again. Guy thinks of working through his feelings about his father. About working through school. About changing careers. About opening the bar, giving up the ring to Hal, getting his ring back.
He stops absolutely cold. The yellow ring dims a little. Guy reaches for it, tries to yank it off, winces at the way his knuckle cracks. The yellow ring flares at Guy's momentary pain, settles in firmly again. The yellow ring drags him forward again.
A giant green wall smacks him directly in the face. In another second he's decked out like Hannibal Lecter, complete with mask, straight jacket, and dolly. Kyle comes into view, ring out, his jaw clenched.
"I'm not afraid of you," Kyle tells him. "And I'm not afraid of your jewelry, either."
"Thank fuck," Guy breathes.
"Hold it together." Kyle orders.
Guy sucks in a breath, clenches his teeth. He nods. "Go for it."
Kyle redesigns the construct so he can get to Guy's hand. He unclenches Guy's fist and yanks as hard as he can. Guy swears as his finger dislocates, but he feels the yellow ring slide off.
"Got it." Kyle holds up the ring in a secondary construct, a little jewelry box with a padlock. He makes the construct snap shut. "I'm keeping you in that thing until we get back to Oa."
"Fine." Guy leans back, feels the hum of Kyle's construct around him, feels the hum of his ring as it pops his finger back into place.
"You should be nicer to the rookies," Kyle says as they fly through Oa's atmosphere. "They were too scared of you to help."
"I should be meaner, then," Guy argues. "Actually make them nut up and do their damned jobs."
Kyle thinks for a minute. "Maybe."
Guy breathes in deep as they fly lower, Kyle circling the Citadel. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."