[CLOSED] That was love and it's an ache I still remember

[looksfine]

Characters: Aya and Not!Razer Wally West
Date: Mid-June
Location: Wayne Enterprise
Situation: Wally comes for a visit to check out the place, and along the way, encounters a certain living robot...who might be thrown by the auditory similarities between him and a certain Red Lantern she used to know.
Warnings/Rating: W for Wally.


During the daylight hours, Aya made every attempt to put time into the laboratory at Wayne Enterprise. It was an inherited duty, with many recent disappearances. People she had known casually. People she respected, and would honor by taking up as much of the responsibilities as she was capable of.

Fortunately for their memory, Aya was capable of a lot of things.

Multitasking, for instance. Without the basic necessities most carbon-based life forms required, she could go for hours, non-stop, with little regard for the passage of time. Awareness, yes. Regard? No. She had far more important things to regard, including the multiple holo screens worth of data scrolling in front of her.  Which she was doing at that precise moment, cross-referencing and analyzing each and every variable.

"Yes.  I believe the probability of success will increase to 74.3 percent with these newest alterations."

Comments

His true talent tbh.

[runrightround]

"We all do different things. We probably wouldn't be that good at what we do if we were just a team of speedsters." And being the only one on the team suits Wally just fine.

Kid Mouth being true to his name

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Varying abilities, convened together to fight a common enemy. Aya could appreciate the logic in that.

"Then your allies are capable of compensating for whatever shortcomings your unique abilities may present."

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"Yeah. It's too bad not all of us are here, we could show everyone what we can do."

The team isn't perfect, of course, but he's proud to be a part of it. Proud of the things they've been able to do. For the second time since arriving here, he realizes how much he's going to miss everyone. He rolls his shoulder, to shake off the feeling. There's no reason to dwell on it, besides he's not completely alone.

"But, uh, three out of seven isn't bad, I guess. That's almost half."

[looksfine]

"It is more than I have at this time."

Three out of seven vs one out of four. Two out of five, if she were to include Saint Walker, but they were merely friendly acquaintances. Allies. Not a team.

[runrightround]

Oh. He feels a little like a jerk suddenly.

"Sorry, I. Uh. Sorry." Everyone here is pretty much in the same boat, and he's still getting used to that.

"Is there anyone here from where you're from?" He pauses, and just barely keeps himself from facepalming. Hello, Megan indeed. "But if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too. So, sorry. Again."

[looksfine]

"You need not apologize." She glanced upward. "Yes, there is a familiar acquaintance here. His name is Saint Walker--he is a Blue Lantern."

[runrightround]

"Right." He smiles at her, a bit amused now. "Just how many Lantern colors are there?"

[looksfine]

"Three, that I am presently aware of. Four, if you include the Star Sapphires."

Which, unfortunately, logic dictated she should. Their powers were similar, if on a different wavelength of the emotional spectrum. And their people's ancestry intersected far too closely with the Guardians not to assume their powers were not from equally similar sources.

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Interesting. No, it really is! He leans on a nearby table, settling in so he can ask more questions. Hopefully, Aya doesn't get bored of this.

"And do they do the weir..." He coughs. A completely real cough. "The oath thingy too?"

[looksfine]

Fortunately for Wally, Aya was fully capable of translating what oath thingy meant.

"I cannot speak for the Sapphires, as I have never heard theirs...but the Red Lanterns and Blue Lanterns both posses their own oaths in order to properly recharge each of their rings, yes."

[runrightround]

"Neat. Hey, can you do the oath now? The green one, I mean."

Does Wally think the oath thingies are weird? Yes, but it's still kind of cool to see with the battery and all the stuff. If Wally were three years younger, he probably would have asked this as soon he realized she was a Green Lantern. That's what he did when he first met Uncle Hal back home, after all.

[looksfine]

"I can recite it for you now, should you desire to hear it."

One thing Wally might take note was the fact that she made no indication of pulling out a battery of any kind. There was a reason for that.

Closing her eyes, she began to recite the Oath from memory. Even if she had never heard it from her fellow Lanterns before, it was something contained within the Guardian Database. Part of her inherent knowledge:


"In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil's might
Beware my power--Green Lantern's light!"

Her skin began to glow. Faintly at first, but as she finished the oath, brighting to the point where it would have been momentarily difficult to look at her.

It faded soon enough, leaving Aya as she was before. Only smiling proudly at her heritage.

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Once she's finished, and he can look at her without shielding his eyes, he applauds.

"Nice. Very glowy." He means that with the utmost respect, of course.

It takes a second, but he realizes something about the way she said the oath. He clasps his hands together.

"Wait, aren't you supposed to have the thing with the ring and everything?" His tone is slightly confused, he thought GLs were really big on rings.

[looksfine]

She understood the reason behind his confusion almost immediately.

"I do not possess a ring, nor a lantern. I never have."

[runrightround]

"Oh." That doesn't do much to clear up his confusion, so he has to ask.

"Why is that exactly?"

[looksfine]

"Because I was never given either."

A straightforward enough answer, and one that would speak volumes of Aya's role in the Lanterns. She had not been chosen. She had made the decision for herself. With powers identical to those of "real" Green Lanterns...who was going to stop her?

[runrightround]

"How'd you manage that? Aren't they kind of necessary?"

Granted, he doesn't know much about how it all works. Maybe all the GLs back on his Earth have been pulling some elaborate prank all these years. Why they would, he has no idea.

[looksfine]

"For me, they are not. As the circumstances of my birth apparently involved infusing me with a near identical power to those of a Green Lantern's power ring, to present me with one now--while perhaps symbolic--would be redundant, at best."

[runrightround]

"That makes sense." At least, he thinks it does. He'll take her word for it. "As long as you weren't, like, gypped or something because that wouldn't be cool."

[looksfine]

"...gypped"

She wasn't quite familiar with the term.

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"I thought robots were supposed to know about everything." He tilts his head slightly, grinning. Hopefully she realizes he's only joking.

"I just mean I'm glad you weren't cheated out of getting them."

[looksfine]

She was about 65.8 percent certain the comment was meant to be humorous, but just in case...

"My database contains the greatest majority of information contained within the Guardians of Oa library. While they are omnipotent beings as a collective, it would appear they have neglected to include some of the finer points of certain planetary cultures."

Including such colloquialisms as gypped.

"...and yes, I am also pleased that my innate abilities allowed me to work around the biases of those who did not think I was suited to be a Green Lantern."

[runrightround]

"Oh. Hopefully not all the cool stuff."

The Guardians of Oa are not something he's entirely or even at all familiar with, but he'll take her word for it. Since she probably knows better than he does.

"Were there really people like that? That sucks. You seem fine to me. Granted I just met you, and I've only seen you look at data, but still."

[looksfine]

"Thank you. You seem adequate as well."

Word choice aside, there was a certain warmth to her tone that conveyed genuine gratitude.

[runrightround]

"Cool."

He'll hold out his fist again.

"Second time's the charm?"