tushanshu_logs | EVENT | LANDFALL | KITHIKA

Characters: ALL!
Date: February 12th - 28th
Location: Kithika, inside the bottle
Situation: The discovery of an artifact from the first war against Malicant reveals the land of Kithika within a dimension of the Death Plane... and just happens to be contained inside a bottle.
Warnings/Rating: Please indicate content warnings in subject headers as applicable.

OOC INFORMATION ♦ CITY OF KEELIAI ♦ INSIDE THE BOTTLE ♦ THE WORLD EATER
Arriving in Kithika is unpleasant for the most part. Transport through the glass vessel deposits you in the middle of a thick and murky swamp, with air so hot and humid it feels as though one is breathing through a wet towel. This is a place of perpetual night and there are no celestial bodies visible overhead through the twisted vines to break up the blackness, making the only light visible that which comes clumps of marsh fungus that emit a steady glow in a variety of muted colours: pale blue, whitish green, watery mauve. The only other light comes from those who can generate it themselves and that will reveal numerous broad-leaved trees, in some places standing too thick to move through. Below, knee-deep water laps in swirls at their legs, accompanied by the occasional slithery feel of something moving in the bracken against wet limbs, gone before it can be identified. A variety of strange noises from creatures of the swamp fill the air with buzzing and hoarse croaking, interrupted by the screech of mosquitoes the size of hummingbirds darting past and hungry for a meal.

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OOC NOTE: Characters will not be able to progress past the Temple and the Grounds for 48 IC hours after which point, the way to continue onward to find the dragon will be discovered. The second log will be posted on the 17th, to help spread out the tagging. Thank you!

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Hal folded his arms and regarded her coolly. "You're a highly advanced artificial intelligence, I'm sure you could reach a suitable conclusion by yourself. You know the emotional spectrum."

Ordinarily he might not have noticed how she was moving minutely slower than normal and instead be concerned about her words. She was a Green Lantern due to the same energies that were found in the battery which meant she was probably more susceptible to the yellow weakness. But only rookies couldn't overcome it.

How disappointing. This wasn't going to be worth his time.

He took slow steps towards her, for once using his height to the fullest to loom. "Rage, avarice, will, hope, compassion and love. What's missing, Aya?"

She didn't move. She couldn't. Her limbs, unsteady as they were, refused to follow her commands. At most, Aya could only tilt her head upward to compensate for the extreme difference in their heights.

For some reason, she could not recall the Hal Jordan of her world ever looking so...ominous.

"Avarice. I am not familiar..." Her voice trailed off. Processing. Processing. It did not compute. "I do not know. We had not encountered your color of the spectrum previously."

Except it wasn't his color. It couldn't be. It felt wrong.

It may have felt wrong to her, but to him it was like returning to an old favourite. This wasn't the first time he'd donned a yellow ring nor was it his first encounter with fear. He'd spent years under Parallax's influence and now he was in a unique position to utilise it's abilities to the fullest.

He smiles at her, but it's devoid of any warmth. He brings a hand up to cup her chin and tuts at her. "What have they been teaching you? The Sinestro Corps channel fear, a Green Lantern's weakness."

Fear

The Sinestro Corps

Aya let out a soft gasp as the files Kyle had submitted to her not long after she arrived in Keelai were finally accessed. She now knew what had been blocking the process previously. Weakness. She only ever had one, and it would appear that in this Hal Jordan's world, that one weakness had been utilized into a powerful, horrible weapon.

"This cannot be true. The Hal Jordan I know..." His hand was cupping her cheek, and she made no move to fight against him. She could not. Even as the fear and weakness threatened to consume her merely by remaining in his presence. "You are good. You are a Green Lantern. We do not fight with fear."

His tone continues to be gentle, but there's no way it would be mistaken as anything other than malicious. "Was. I gave the corps everything. And do you know what I got in return?"

But then his face contorts into rage and he yells. "My home was destroyed and the Guardians stood by and did nothing! No, it was worse than nothing. They reprimanded me for trying to fix things. What is so good about being the Guardian's lapdog?"

He releases her and moves to walk away, but changes his mind and instead aims a backhand at her.

The sad thing was that it was....difficult for Aya to protest his words. Far more than one would think. She, too, was a victims of the Guardians apathy. She had seen the destruction and second-hand genocide they had been responsible for. She had felt the cruel consequences of one who dared to step outside acceptable parameters in their mind.

"I.." she began, before her words were abruptly cut short by a swift backhand to the face.

It connected with her cheek, and while she felt no physical pain, the emotional anguish of what she understood to be happening was far worse than the act of her body getting forcefully thrown to the ground. No. I cannot believe this is happening. She stared at the blank stone beneath her for a moment, eyes wide with disbelief. Was he...?

An intense sadness like she had never known before--worse than when the Red Lanterns had taken control of her program and forced her to aid them in reaching Oa--swept over her. The light of her construct began to flicker.

"You are...rejecting me?" Why? She was not a Guardian. She didn't even like the Guardians. "But I am on your side, Hal Jordan."

When Hal snapped out of it he'd be utterly horrified by his actions, but for now he felt no remorse. She was a chain that had held him back and he was merely freeing himself. To allow himself to get close to another was a weakness he had no time for, he needed to dedicate himself fully to fear. He had first felt fear when he saw his father crash his plane and again when he knelt in the ruins of Coast City and he only needed those memories to drive him.

"And what makes you think I need someone there?" He doesn't even look back at her, instead staring up off into the distance deep in thought. "You're weak, what use could I have with you?"

Any other time, she would have stood. Proven him wrong. But the effect of his yellow presence was too great. Her eyes continued to droop, and for someone who did not sleep, it was suddenly very difficult for her to retain consciousness.

Her vision blurred as she stared up at him.

"That is not...what your previous actions...have indicated..."

He finally turns to look at her as she loses consciousness.

"You were a mistake."

He waits until her systems shut down completely before he bends down and whispers to her unconscious form. "If only you could stand to be around me like this."

Then he stands up and flies off. It was one last act of sentiment for the man he used to be.

EVENT | LANDFALL | KITHIKA | BOTTLE

papa!hal is going to regret his life....

sob

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