RingSlinger
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"A car? No problem." Trip grinned, cracking his knuckles. He extended his right arm, hand adorned with a shiny green ring. Hard green light began to pour from the powerful trinket Trip wore. The light pushed out in front of the team, shifting and bending in real time as it took the shape that Trip imagined in his mind. It was a jeep. Specifically the jeep from Jurassic Park. It had plenty of seats in the back for the whole team, and Trip imagined it would be very fast. The construct would move at whatever speed Trip wanted.
"I uh... I don't know why." He said preemptively, pulling a very sheepish grin. "Sorta just what I was thinking about I guess." He shrugged, jumping into the driver's seat of the jeep. Once the team had all come on board, and once Aia had taken off, he would rocket along after her. There was something rudimentary still about this, about his constructs. He still wondered when he would start to figure out his signature style. At present he would pick and choose from any number of silly pop-culture things that existed in his head. He watched Lantern Rayner create giant wonderful robots, all from his own imagination. He watched Lantern Jordan create fighter jets and missiles. Lantern Gardener would create bats, rams, and spiked sets of armor. Lantern Stewart made simple beams and geometrically beautiful shapes. They all expressed themselves through the hard light they wielded. And here he was, in the hallway of a decimated S.T.A.R labs base in the jeep from Jurassic Park.
He shook his head. You haven't been doing it as long as they have. You'll get there. You'll figure it out. He wondered again when he'd have the time to figure this out. Was it a gradual thing. Did Lantern Rayner start out in this silly tacky scrub outfit and then eventually create his iconic crab-like mask, or was it early on. He hadn't been aware of the change in lanterns at that young age, so he didn't know anything about Rayner in his early career.
You're over thinking things again. He here now. In the moment. You have to stop this magic user. Lives are at stake. He took a deep breath and chided himself for thinking about this now, of all times. He was right. They had a job to do. He had a job to do.
"I uh... I don't know why." He said preemptively, pulling a very sheepish grin. "Sorta just what I was thinking about I guess." He shrugged, jumping into the driver's seat of the jeep. Once the team had all come on board, and once Aia had taken off, he would rocket along after her. There was something rudimentary still about this, about his constructs. He still wondered when he would start to figure out his signature style. At present he would pick and choose from any number of silly pop-culture things that existed in his head. He watched Lantern Rayner create giant wonderful robots, all from his own imagination. He watched Lantern Jordan create fighter jets and missiles. Lantern Gardener would create bats, rams, and spiked sets of armor. Lantern Stewart made simple beams and geometrically beautiful shapes. They all expressed themselves through the hard light they wielded. And here he was, in the hallway of a decimated S.T.A.R labs base in the jeep from Jurassic Park.
He shook his head. You haven't been doing it as long as they have. You'll get there. You'll figure it out. He wondered again when he'd have the time to figure this out. Was it a gradual thing. Did Lantern Rayner start out in this silly tacky scrub outfit and then eventually create his iconic crab-like mask, or was it early on. He hadn't been aware of the change in lanterns at that young age, so he didn't know anything about Rayner in his early career.
You're over thinking things again. He here now. In the moment. You have to stop this magic user. Lives are at stake. He took a deep breath and chided himself for thinking about this now, of all times. He was right. They had a job to do. He had a job to do.
