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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

And this is where my lack of familiarity with Brimstone is tripping me up. I have no idea who that Priest Guy is, besides the fact he apparently gives orders to Detective Stone.

Kinda funny for the guy to talk about people going back to hell when Christianity has the whole thing about Jesus being the lamb of God and through believing in him and true repentance you can have your sins forgiven.

...this just reminds me why I'm interested in learning more about Jewish theology.
It's Satan. He let out Detective Stone to find the escapees. However, now that the SI has interfered, he needs to hire more damned souls to help him out.
 
Meanwhile on Earth 534834 (part 1)
Fleet Traction

Earth 534834

7th February 1992
23:12 GMT +3


The stars are out, the wind is gentle and I'm sure that if I turned towards the sea I'd see a sight that would put me in awe of the natural world when transformed by the multi-million dollar investment of a burgeoning tourist industry.

But darn does Anne-Marie fill out that bikini… Delightfully. And… I know it's not her power that does it. Sure, that gives her strength, but Ashley Crawford's strong in her augmented form and she's… Nothing like this sculpted. No, super strength actually makes staying in shape more difficult, because you seldom have to exert yourself in the way that makes the human body build muscle. Her stomach is flat with just a hint of muscle because she's spent a lot of time under one of the X-Gym's pneumatic presses, exerting herself against colossal weights.

Her breasts on the other hand are the result of a combination of good genes and good diet, though I appreciate them every bit as much. Her hips are in perfect proportion, her neck elegant and her mouth smiling as her eyes look directly at me…

I maintain eye contact for a few moments.

"In my defence, you look really good."

"Ah don't see no problem with you lookin', sugah." She leans against the balcony's railing, hair flipped back and chest thrust forward, something she doesn't really need to do. "Long as you don't mind me lookin' back some."

"I have no objection, though I'm.. honestly not sure that I'd notice."

"Aw, you don't got no need-" She walks over to me, placing her right hand on my left pectoral muscle and her left on my abdomen. "-to worry none. You're pretty pleasin' to the eye yourself."

I smile a.. little awkwardly, even as I feel my ring start to shine entirely on its own without any input from me at all. I'm not really sure where it's okay to put my.. hands in this sort of-.

Anne-Marie looks mildly disgruntled for a moment, then takes a half-step back.

"Anne-Marie-." / "Is there some-?"

I stop, waiting slightly nervously for her to resume talking. She looks… Nervously back at me.

"Is there..? Some kinda problem..?"

"Problem?"

"You..?"

We look at each other in nervous incomprehension for a moment.

"D'y'all..? Not… Find me attractive?"

I blink. "I find you extremely attractive. Um. I'm just-. Sometimes I'm not sure-. I mean, don't know exactly what I'm meant to do..?"

"'cause y'all were just gawpin' like a-"

"Oh! Right, sorry, I-"

"-landed catfish-"

"-wasn't-. Catfish?"

"-and ah was… Hopin'…" She blushes faintly, looking away.

"Hoping..?"

"We've been together more 'an two months, an' we still ain't…" She looks me directly in the eyes, as if trying to prompt me to-.

"Are you talking about having sex?"

" Yes, Gawd. Ah weren't expectin' nothin' on the first date, then it was two, an' three, and a month-"

"Oh, I-."

"-and two, an' you tole me you weren't religious-"

"No, but I thought-."

"-so is there some kinda problem?" She looks down at my crotch. Then blinks. "'cause it sure don't look like there's a problem."

"Ah, no, it's-. I know Americans are generally more religious than British people and I thought that you'd wait until we were married." I shrug as her eyes go back to my face. "I didn't-. I am very much interested, and… I told you what the ring does where my desires are concerned, and I.. sometimes have to reel it in a bit, but that's not because I don't want to have sex with you."

"Oh. That's…" She looks awkward, raising her right hand to brush a wayward strand of hair out of her face. "Real… Ah. Gentlemanly."

We look at each other awkwardly, but the… The tension is… Reduced, at least.

"Y'all know.. I don't go to church no more."

"Yes, but… I thought that was because you… Associate it with where you.. grew up, and-. Well, the fact that you don't go doesn't mean that you don't still… That you don't still think that's the right way to live."

"Oh." She looks away, blushing a little more. "So how long were you figuring on keeping me waiting, s-?"

"I currently intend to propose to you on the fifth of September."

She blinks. "Okay? What's so special about the fifth of September?"

"It's precisely nine months after I realised that I love you. I-." I frown. "I did tell you, didn't I? I'm sure I-."

"No, you-. You tole me. Thought you were going to pick me up and carry me upstairs."

"I'll…" I nod. "Remember to do that, though-."

No, now isn't the time to tell her that I read Gone With The Wind when I was fourteen because Mum said that I was reading too much science fiction and fantasy, and that I ended up wanting every named character except Melanie to be hanged.

"Though it wasn't a line, or-. Look, if you don't want to-. If you want to have sex before that, I'm perfectly-. Perfectly happy…"

She frowning thoughtfully. "Why nine months?"

"Oh, the… The human brain is… The infatuation period of the relationship lasts… About six months? And the brain sort of encourages you to fixate on your partner and ignore any… Potential problems? I'm…" I bow my head slightly, smiling. "I'm besotted with you. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else, but I also know that I'm… Sort of not in my right mind at the moment, and… Rationally, it would be more sensible to wait until we both… Were, before making a lifetime commitment."

She looks like she doesn't quite know what to think.

"That… That might not have been the best decision I ever made. Um. But I… I remember that we're superheroes, and… That's not about doing what you feel like, but about setting the best possible example, and…"

And I shouldn't mention that I got that from Thermoman.

"And you're worth waiting another seven months for? I mean, look at you. And everything you've done. You're extremely desirable, and I do desire you."

She thinks for a moment, eyes not meeting mine. Then she walks right up to me and wraps her arms around my neck, staring me in the eyes with a look of ferocious sincerity.

"Ah ain't. Waitin'. Seven. Months."

"Um. Caution to the wind, then? Can you give me five minutes to grab an engagement-?"

And then heavily armoured soldiers break down the door and tase us both.
 
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Long as you don't mind me lookin' back some."

"I have no objection, though I'm.. honestly not sure that I'd notice."

Well you are a Paul, so that fits.

-and ah was… Hopin'…" She blushes

Add a " at the beginning.

Ah ain't. Waitin'. Seven. Months."

"Um. Caution to the wind, then? Can you give me five minutes to grab an engagement-?"

And then heavily armoured soldiers break down the door and tase us both

Cock-blocking assholes.

I can see them beating these shitheads to a pulp and then Rogue carries Paul to the bedroom so that she can take his innocence.
 
Fleet Traction

Earth 534834

7th February 1992
23:12 GMT +3


The stars are out, the wind is gentle and I'm sure that if I turned towards the sea I'd see a sight that would put me in awe of the natural world when transformed by the multi-million dollar investment of a burgeoning tourist industry.
Ah, X-Men'92 Paul. The one dating Rogue, who's using the Mandarin's force-field ring to rein in her always-on life-sapping mutant power. And when Rogue's around, the beauty of nature does tend to take a backseat... :p

But darn does Anne-Marie fill out that bikini… Delightfully. And… I know it's not her power that does it. Sure, that gives her strength, but Ashley Crawford's strong in her augmented form and she's… Nothing like this sculpted. No, super strength actually makes staying in shape more difficult, because you seldom have to exert yourself in the way that makes the human body build muscle. Her stomach is flat with just a hint of muscle because she's spent a lot of time under one of the X-Gym's pneumatic presses, exerting herself against colossal weights.
Thanks goodness you can regulate your body's reaction via the Ring, eh?

Her breasts on the other hand are the result of a combination of good genes and good diet, though I appreciate them every bit as much. Her hips are in perfect proportion, her neck elegant and her mouth smiling as her eyes look directly at me…

I maintain eye contact for a few moments.
Yes, there's good reason she's a lot of 90's teenager's first crushes...

"In my defence, you look really good."

"Ah don't see no problem with you lookin', sugah." She leans against the balcony's railing, hair flipped back and chest thrust forward, something she doesn't really need to do. "Long as you don't mind me lookin' back some."
Fair's fair. If this Paul is like so many others with orange Rings, then he has the body of a late-teens gym-rat. Or a typical superhero. :p

"I have no objection, though I'm.. honestly not sure that I'd notice."

"Aw, you don't got no need-" She walks over to me, placing her right hand on my left pectoral muscle and her left on my abdomen. "-to worry none. You're pretty pleasin' to the eye yourself."
Ah... Looks like someone wants to take advantage of her newly mastered ability to touch, eh?

I smile a.. little awkwardly, even as I feel my ring start to shine entirely on its own without any input from me at all. I'm not really sure where it's okay to put my.. hands in this sort of-.

Anne-Marie looks mildly disgruntled for a moment, then takes a half-step back.
I'd be more worried about being embarrassed by the other head, I think.

"Anne-Marie-." / "Is there some-?"

I stop, waiting slightly nervously for her to resume talking. She looks… Nervously back at me.
Ah, a gentleman to the core.

"Is there..? Some kinda problem..?"

"Problem?"
And I see the legendary denseness is also in play.

"You..?"

We look at each other in nervous incomprehension for a moment.
I mean, I can understand Rogue being a little uncertain, she's still in her late teens or early twenties, and unsure of herself. And her life hasn't really lent itself to learning to navigate the minefield that is a relationship...

"D'y'all..? Not… Find me attractive?"

I blink. "I find you extremely attractive. Um. I'm just-. Sometimes I'm not sure-. I mean, don't know exactly what I'm meant to do..?"
...And here Paul is, being all British about it. Reserved, well-mannered... And about as nervous as a harem anime protagonist with several aggressively forwards love interests.... (Looking at you, Masaki Tenchi...)

"'cause y'all were just gawpin' like a-"

"Oh! Right, sorry, I-"
Well, with you wearing what you're wearing, he's having trouble keeping the blood in his thinking head, if you know what I mean.

"-landed catfish-"

"-wasn't-. Catfish?"
Hey, now. I doubt he has any kind of silly moustache. :p

-and ah was… Hopin'…" She blushes faintly, looking away.

"Hoping..?"
Methinks the lady would like to test the structural integrity of their domicile's furniture... and possibly the walls if need be.

"We've been together more 'an two months, an' we still ain't…" She looks me directly in the eyes, as if trying to prompt me to-.

"Are you talking about having sex?"
My god, I feel for you, Rogue... Like trying to hammer a nail into adamantium...

" Yes, Gawd. Ah weren't expectin' nothin' on the first date, then it was two, an' three, and a month-"

"Oh, I-."
Well, he's being a gentleman, after all. And that includes being too polite to broach the matter with you...

"-and two, an' you tole me you weren't religious-"

"No, but I thought-."

"-so is there some kinda problem?" She looks down at my crotch. Then blinks. "'cause it sure don't look like there's a problem."
x3 Ah, 'Little Lantern' looking to go camping in some bush? Because he's sure pitching a tent! :V

"Ah, no, it's-. I know Americans are generally more religious than British people and I thought that you'd wait until we were married." I shrug as her eyes go back to my face. "I didn't-. I am very much interested, and… I told you what the ring does where my desires are concerned, and I.. sometimes have to reel it in a bit, but that's not because I don't want to have sex with you."

"Oh. That's…" She looks awkward, raising her right hand to brush a wayward strand of hair out of her face. "Real… Ah. Gentlemanly."
On the other hand, she's not a gentle southern belle. From what little we see, she's the girl 'from the wrong side of the tracks', if you catch my drift...

We look at each other awkwardly, but the… The tension is… Reduced, at least.

"Y'all know.. I don't go to church no more."
Well, the emotional tension, at least. I doubt the tension in their clothes is going to hold out much longer. ;)

"Yes, but… I thought that was because you… Associate it with where you.. grew up, and-. Well, the fact that you don't go doesn't mean that you don't still… That you don't still think that's the right way to live."

"Oh." She looks away, blushing a little more. "So how long were you figuring on keeping me waiting, s-?"
He is such a nice boy, isn't he? Even if he's so dense he could win a headbutt contest with Logan... :rolleyes:

"I currently intend to propose to you on the fifth of September."

She blinks. "Okay? What's so special about the fifth of September?"
Quite a few things, including the Great Fire of London finally finishing and the Reign of Terror beginning officially.

"It's precisely nine months after I realised that I love you. I-." I frown. "I did tell you, didn't I? I'm sure I-."

"No, you-. You tole me. Thought you were going to pick me up and carry me upstairs."
Let me guess, that's what you were hoping he'd do right then, wasn't it?

"I'll…" I nod. "Remember to do that, though-."

No, now isn't the time to tell her that I read Gone With The Wind when I was fourteen because Mum said that I was reading too much science fiction and fantasy, and that I ended up wanting every named character except Melanie to be hanged.
To be fair, a lot of the characters in that novel are... :oops: Yeah.

"Though it wasn't a line, or-. Look, if you don't want to-. If you want to have sex before that, I'm perfectly-. Perfectly happy…"

She frowning thoughtfully. "Why nine months?"
Yes, very symbolic duration...

"Oh, the… The human brain is… The infatuation period of the relationship lasts… About six months? And the brain sort of encourages you to fixate on your partner and ignore any… Potential problems? I'm…" I bow my head slightly, smiling. "I'm besotted with you. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else, but I also know that I'm… Sort of not in my right mind at the moment, and… Rationally, it would be more sensible to wait until we both… Were, before making a lifetime commitment."
True, he's still very at risk of Avarice overload and going full Larfleeze. Though the X-Men would be the first to try and stop him...

She looks like she doesn't quite know what to think.

"That… That might not have been the best decision I ever made. Um. But I… I remember that we're superheroes, and… That's not about doing what you feel like, but about setting the best possible example, and…"
To be fair, the X-Men are considered outlaws as often as not, because the general public never gets to see the full story of their missions... A lot of the time, all they see are 'dirty muties' getting into destructive super-powered brawls for no obvious reason. :oops:

And I shouldn't mention that I got that from Thermoman.

"And you're worth waiting another seven months for? I mean, look at you. And everything you've done. You're extremely desirable, and I do desire you."
Gee, you sweet-talker, you. x3

She thinks for a moment, eyes not meeting mine. Then she walks right up to me and wraps her arms around my neck, staring me in the eyes with a look of ferocious sincerity.

"Ah ain't. Waitin'. Seven. Months."
In other words... If you aren't in the bedroom in the next thirty seconds, she's going to drag you in there by the hair?

"Um. Caution to the wind, then? Can you give me five minutes to grab an engagement-?"

And then heavily armoured soldiers break down the door and tase us both.
"Excuse me! We were having a moment!"

Well, then. Who is it this time? Friends of Humanity? The Reavers? Factor Three? Ooh! The Mandarin's goons, come calling for his stolen ring? At any rate, unless those are tasers rated for the Hulk, they aren't going to be all that effective against a super-tough lady and a Lantern. Especially after the initial surprise wears off. And whoever sent them is about to find out they kicked the worst kind of ant-hill. Because Rogue is going to need to let off some steam. :sneaky:
 
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Ah, X-Men'96 Paul. The one dating Rogue, who's using the Mandarin's force-field ring to rein in her always-on life-sapping mutant power. And when Rogue's around, the beauty of nature does tend to take a backseat... :p

Thanks goodness you can regulate your body's reaction via the Ring, eh?


Yes, there's good reason she's a lot of 90's teenager's first crushes...


Fair's fair. If this Paul is like so many others with orange Rings, then he has the body of a late-teens gym-rat. Or a typical superhero. :p


Ah... Looks like someone wants to take advantage of her newly mastered ability to touch, eh?


I'd be more worried about being embarrassed by the other head, I think.


Ah, a gentleman to the core.


And I see the legendary denseness is also in play.


I mean, I can understand Rogue being a little uncertain, she's still in her late teens or early twenties, and unsure of herself. And her life hasn't really lent itself to learning to navigate the minefield that is a relationship...


...And here Paul is, being all British about it. Reserved, well-mannered... And about as nervous as a harem anime protagonist with several aggressively forwards love interests.... (Looking at you, Masaki Tenchi...)


Well, with you wearing what you're wearing, he's having trouble keeping the blood in his thinking head, if you know what I mean.


Hey, now. I doubt he has any kind of silly moustache. :p


Methinks the lady would like to test the structural integrity of their domicile's furniture... and possibly the walls if need be.


My god, I feel for you, Rogue... Like trying to hammer a nail into adamantium...


Well, he's being a gentleman, after all. And that includes being too polite to broach the matter with you...


x3 Ah, 'Little Lantern' looking to go camping in some bush? Because he's sure pitching a tent! :V


On the other hand, she's not a gentle southern belle. From what little we see, she's the girl 'from the wrong side of the tracks', if you catch my drift...


Well, the emotional tension, at least. I doubt the tension in their clothes is going to hold out much longer. ;)


He is such a nice boy, isn't he? Even if he's so dense he could win a headbutt contest with Logan... :rolleyes:


Quite a few things, including the Great Fire of London finally finishing and the Reign of Terror beginning officially.


Let me guess, that's what you were hoping he'd do right then, wasn't it?


To be fair, a lot of the characters in that novel are... :oops: Yeah.


Yes, very symbolic duration...


True, he's still very at risk of Avarice overload and going full Larfleeze. Though the X-Men would be the first to try and stop him...


To be fair, the X-Men are considered outlaws as often as not, because the general public never gets to see the full story of their missions... A lot of the time, all they see are 'dirty muties' getting into destructive super-powered brawls for no obvious reason. :oops:


Gee, you sweet-talker, you. x3


In other words... If you aren't in the bedroom in the next thirty seconds, she's going to drag you in there by the hair?


"Excuse me! We were having a moment!"

Well, then. Who is it this time? Friends of Humanity? The Reavers? Factor Three? Ooh! The Mandarin's goons, come calling for his stolen ring? At any rate, unless those are tasers rated for the Hulk, they aren't going to be all that effective against a super-tough lady and a Lantern. Especially after the initial surprise wears off. And whoever sent them is about to find out they kicked the worst kind of ant-hill. Because Rogue is going to need to let off some steam. :sneaky:
Potentially you also have the TVA...
 
Well, then. Who is it this time? Friends of Humanity? The Reavers? Factor Three? Ooh! The Mandarin's goons, come calling for his stolen ring? At any rate, unless those are tasers rated for the Hulk, they aren't going to be all that effective against a super-tough lady and a Lantern. Especially after the initial surprise wears off. And whoever sent them is about to find out they kicked the worst kind of ant-hill. Because Rogue is going to need to let off some steam. :sneaky:
Na, those groups have bigger guns then Tasers, hell, even the governments have laser weapons in X-Men 1996...

So maybe some low level Biker gang this Paul pissed off?
 
I'd still like an explanation as to how this version of the SI is able to charge his ring.
Through a blessing from the OG Serpent in the Garden, every time he eats a piece of fruit, his ring gains 11% ring charge.

Alternatively, having originally came from (and lived) from another place before appearing here, he is operating on similar rules as the local souls who escape back to Earth from somewhere else. His ring is considered past of his soulbound gear, and the ring charge resets daily same as the money in Ezekiel's wallet does.

Also, what does he call himself here?
The Man With No Name (due to an unexplained effect having erased his old name from his cosmic character sheet.)

But is alright with people calling him Solomon, on account of his ring and the biblical themes of the setting.
 
Shouldn't there be a 'TRY' in there somewhere. Just environmental shields can tank anything that wouldn't be instantly lethal, and Rogue can brush off lightning bolts with little effort.
No, they successfully hit them with tasers. It didn't do much...
Thanks goodness you can regulate your body's reaction via the Ring, eh?
Unless he wants it, because then the ring goes 'Everything's fine here. Actually, let me boost it a bit.'
Well, then. Who is it this time? Friends of Humanity? The Reavers? Factor Three? Ooh! The Mandarin's goons, come calling for his stolen ring? At any rate, unless those are tasers rated for the Hulk, they aren't going to be all that effective against a super-tough lady and a Lantern. Especially after the initial surprise wears off. And whoever sent them is about to find out they kicked the worst kind of ant-hill. Because Rogue is going to need to let off some steam. :sneaky:
The Genosha military, actually. I appreciate that it wasn't obvious.
 
The stars are out, the wind is gentle and I'm sure that if I turned towards the sea I'd see a sight that would put me in awe of the natural world when transformed by the multi-million dollar investment of a burgeoning tourist industry.

But darn does Anne-Marie fill out that bikini… Delightfully. And… I know it's not her power that does it. Sure, that gives her strength, but Ashley Crawford's strong in her augmented form and she's… Nothing like this sculpted. No, super strength actually makes staying in shape more difficult, because you seldom have to exert yourself in the way that makes the human body build muscle. Her stomach is flat with just a hint of muscle because she's spent a lot of time under one of the X-Gym's pneumatic presses, exerting herself against colossal weights.

Her breasts on the other hand are the result of a combination of good genes and good diet, though I appreciate them every bit as much. Her hips are in perfect proportion, her neck elegant and her mouth smiling as her eyes look directly at me…

I maintain eye contact for a few moments.

"In my defence, you look really good."

"Ah don't see no problem with you lookin', sugah." She leans against the balcony's railing, hair flipped back and chest thrust forward, something she doesn't really need to do. "Long as you don't mind me lookin' back some."

"I have no objection, though I'm.. honestly not sure that I'd notice."

"Aw, you don't got no need-" She walks over to me, placing her right hand on my left pectoral muscle and her left on my abdomen. "-to worry none. You're pretty pleasin' to the eye yourself."
A nice little surprise with this new episode, starting off with a little male gaze. Not that I'm complaining.

"Anne-Marie-." / "Is there some-?"
Is Paul the only one who calls Rogue by her real name? If yes, does she only give him permission or something?

"We've been together more 'an two months, an' we still ain't…" She looks me directly in the eyes, as if trying to prompt me to-.

"Are you talking about having sex?"

" Yes, Gawd. Ah weren't expectin' nothin' on the first date, then it was two, an' three, and a month-"
It's nice to get confirmation that they are now dating. As sad as it is for Gambit, Paul's won the jackpot with Rogue, especially since they can actually interact physically, with all that entails.

"-so is there some kinda problem?" She looks down at my crotch. Then blinks. "'cause it sure don't look like there's a problem."
I'm not surprised that Paul would use his ring to hide his Raging Stiffie. I'm just more surprised that this is probably the first time it's ever been confirmed on screen.

"I currently intend to propose to you on the fifth of September."
I didn't expect them to be this serious. Will they be the first X-Men to get married in this timeline?

"Oh, the… The human brain is… The infatuation period of the relationship lasts… About six months? And the brain sort of encourages you to fixate on your partner and ignore any… Potential problems? I'm…" I bow my head slightly, smiling. "I'm besotted with you. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else, but I also know that I'm… Sort of not in my right mind at the moment, and… Rationally, it would be more sensible to wait until we both… Were, before making a lifetime commitment."
Paul, this is sweet and all, but I'm pretty sure all you're doing is getting Rogue even more hot and bothered than she already was.

"And you're worth waiting another seven months for? I mean, look at you. And everything you've done. You're extremely desirable, and I do desire you."

She thinks for a moment, eyes not meeting mine. Then she walks right up to me and wraps her arms around my neck, staring me in the eyes with a look of ferocious sincerity.

"Ah ain't. Waitin'. Seven. Months."

"Um. Caution to the wind, then? Can you give me five minutes to grab an engagement-?"

And then heavily armoured soldiers break down the door and tase us both.
Of course, just when we're getting to the good part, it gets interrupted. I foresee Rogue just throwing Paul to the ground to have her way with him the first chance she can get after all of this is over.

Well, then. Who is it this time? Friends of Humanity? The Reavers? Factor Three? Ooh! The Mandarin's goons, come calling for his stolen ring? At any rate, unless those are tasers rated for the Hulk, they aren't going to be all that effective against a super-tough lady and a Lantern. Especially after the initial surprise wears off. And whoever sent them is about to find out they kicked the worst kind of ant-hill. Because Rogue is going to need to let off some steam. :sneaky:
As this seems like a vacation in the X-Men animated series, I guessed Genosha, though I was just ninja'd by Mr Zoat himself. I hope Paul will be able to do more than what was done in the tv series, if only because I like the idea of an entire nation of mutants being loyal to him. Also, does everyone just call this version of Paul "Orange Lantern" or "OL" or other nicknames due to not knowing his real name?
 
I'm not sure they are actual police, I mean, it is X-men, this is probably, like the Gene Police trying to stop "Filthy Mutants" from "Procreating". Or something. Possibly that Stryker Douchebag trying to collect Mutants, of which an Orange Lantern does not qualify, but will certainty take offense at.

Edit: Man I wish I had spent more time in school studying spelling. After looking up and correct my Wordz, I was already behind in the posts and didn't see the Genosha reveal.
 

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