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As time goes by (This RP is more open than Harley's legs for Joker)


Gotham City, around 11:00pm. Drake had just locked the door to the apartment building that once was home to his brother, Jon. The For Sale sign hung in the window of the entrance with a predominant solitude that Drake gazed at for some time before releasing a sigh and walking off in to the darkness of the night.

A few blocks down, Drake witnessed a couple of thugs getting handled by one of the numerous heroes that had emerged from nowhere and he smiled. There used to be a time when such things would occur and no one would be able to do anything about it. It filled him with a sense of calm to know that there were others who were about to take up the mantle of hero and allow those who had been fighting for so long a bit of respite.

Placing his hands in his coat pockets, Drake felt the familiar feeling of the key card that was used to access the garage area of the Justice Tribunal Tower. It had been months since he had been inside that building and, while he didn't really miss it, he did miss the people that frequented the base. He missed the intercom coming on and ZEXY telling him that Powergirl or any other member of the team were coming in and severely hurt He missed being a part of that team, a team that had since seemed to flutter into the wind. There were a few still trying to hold up the mantle but his orders were quite clear. Although his primary function in Sector 2814 was still to act as the Liaison to the Corps for the Tribunal, he was tasked with something else that he had held secret from everyone, including his own brother. The true reason that he was not completely stripped of his place in the Corps was still a closely guarded secret of his. However, when no one was around to see, the weight of such a thing was ever present on his face. Drake had always held up honesty and the ideal of no secrets between friends even before he was initiated by Hal all those years ago . But this... this was eating at him and starting to break him down from the inside.

"Why did he chose Drake to take upon this charge?" "What would happen should the secret get leaked of discovered?" These were just a couple questions that would constantly race through Drake's mind as he worked in the tower or even back home in his old shop or his private facility in Gotham.

Shuffling around in his right pocket, Drake pulled a photograph out and glanced upon it, his face stern and calm. Releasing another long breath, his eyes closed... "Where are you at?" Drake continued walking, the image in his right hand as he walked on, rolling his ring around in his left pocket.

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"Earth is my playground little human, and with so many tough little critters..." One of Opticara's thugs fired a splinter into the man's right leg, making him scream in agony as bone fractured and split, parted by the metal splinter stuck in his leg.

The man was wearing a costume, a blue cape, a purple U adorning the bright white chest. A chest now splattered in blood. Upon further inspection, he would be identifiable as the emergent hero Ultiman.

Was Ultiman.

After a few minutes, the bloodied corpse of the metahuman laid strewn on the ground, and Opticara's men moved on, eager to continue their bloody spree.

Drake would encounter them as they fired upon a random couple, who believed themselves safe in the streetlights. The long metal splinters from their alien rifles pierced the should of the man, and the chest of the woman.

She died instantly from the shot, while the man was left in agony as the nanoserration on the blade made the wound more painful than it should have been.

If Drake turned to look towards the source of the shots, he'd see four of Opticara's Koven warriors, and Opticara herself.
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The feeling of death happening so close to him was nothing new. It was a gift from Addara to all of it's ring bearers. Smashing into him like a rock of emotion, he would almost feel the man's last breath leave his body. He could feel the man's faith in himself vanish.

Glancing backward, only slightly to catch sight of the assailant, the Lantern reached into his right pocket to press a button on the FOB of his keys for his car. Placing numerous boxes in the trunk, he closed the hatch with little concern. "You picked a bad place to commit such an act before a Lantern, friend" Drake's voice spoke with the same melodic tone he had when he went through his whole "I'm going to talk like Shakespeare" phase bu his words were much closer to his normal snarky ones.

>Doctor, I am picking up a signature of numerous hostiles. Might I recommend you take out your headphones and we deal with the situation?< Drake smiled as he removed one of the plugs that was drowning out all the screams. >Sending your Faithful Snuggie to you. ETA, 2 minutes.< Drake reached into his left pocket and pulled his ring from it, sliding it on his left ring finger. His black suit and Blue tie seemed to vanish and be replaced by the Blue Lantern's normal Attire.

"Assailants of Metropolis, I am Brother Drake Green of the Blue Lantern Corps and Liason to the Justice Tribunal. Not to mention I'm good friends with most of the JLA and have them on speed dial. Also..." Drake smirked looking at the army of aliens as his right hand was encased in a metallic glove that started to cover the rest of his body. Once the suit formed up to his neck, it stopped. "... I adopted Supergirl because I was bored." Drake shot forward at blistering speeds, controlled by his ring but assisted by propulsion jets on the back of the suit, he would attempt to turn as many of the Aliens into bowling pins as if he were the ball. Sweeping down to take a woman and her infant child into his arms, he smiled at her and winked. "Supergirl never complained because she totez knows better."

>Did you honestly just say "totes?" We should really start limiting your time with your sister. She's starting to become a bad influence.<

Drake wrapped the two in his shielding and started to fly back toward his car. "I'll make sure I tell her you were the one who discovered the secret to Addie's Cookies if you do!"

>You wouldn't dare...<

"Oh yeah? Test me!" Drake chuckled.

Making as sound as if she were trying to clear her throat that didn't exsist, ZEXY replied nervously. >How about we simply focus on the issue here and forget about the whole thing?<

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