[PRP] Different Kinds of Outcasts [DC/Marvel]

[Lantern Thaal Sinestro]

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Rebel the DESTROYA and Lantern Thaal Sinestro.
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[Lantern Thaal Sinestro]

Letting out a low groan, Sinestro pushed himself up from the ground. Blinking, het let the world slowly come into focus around him, the red-skinned alien slowly coming to acknowledge that he was lying at the bottom of a small crater in the middle of what looked like a forest. Which was kind of strange, considering he had been in space a moment ago. The yellow lantern slowly pushed himself to himself, sighing softly as his body seemed to respond painfully to the movements. His shoulders ached, and his chest felt like he had broken a couple of ribs. His leg, too, felt like it had taken some damage, though he could still put pressure on it so it seemed as though he hadn't broken the bone.

With a bit of effort, Sinestro managed to get himself out of the crater, leaving the hole and some of his purple blood behind as he surfaced and had the opportunity to look around. It was definitely a forest, but he wasn't sure how he had gotten there, or what planet he was on. Annoyed, he looked at his ring.

"Arkillo, come in," he said to the trinket, his widening when the ring gave him no response. Blinking, he looked down at his extremely powerful tool, surprised to find that it didn't seem to have an ounce of energy left in it. HIs uniform had vanished, leaving him in his blue under suit. How had he run out of power?! He had only just charged it.

Frowning, he took a moment to reflect back on what had happened- he had been flying through space when he had encountered a very strange rift in space. His curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had gone to investigate the weird phenomenon. Then, he remembered only a flash of light, followed by an all-encompassing blackness. Obviously it had taken him somewhere, but where, exactly, and why? Sighing to himself, he did the only thing he could do- he started to walk.

Or, rather, limp.

It took about four hours, but he eventually managed to find what looked like a city- and he instantly recognized the shape and design of the buildings before him. This wasn't just any planet, this was earth. And it seemed like he had landed somewhere quite populated. The humans were wandering around all over the streets, very clearly distinguishing the planet for him. Great. Of all the worlds he could have been warped to, why had it been earth? Just what the hell had that thing been? Since his ring was dead, he knew he was going to have to use English to communicate with the earthlings. His ring wouldn't be able to translate for him. It was a damn good thing he had learned English while Hal had been his student, otherwise he would have been in a lot of trouble.

There would be some words he wouldn't understand, but otherwise he would be fine.

Of course, the first thing he did after limping into town was go and get himself some clothing. Walking into the men's clothing store had sent everyone running out into the streets screaming, so getting clothes had not been too difficult. Some black pants and simple gray shirt would suffice- he wasn't there to be fashionable. He also got himself a long black jacket with an easily popped collar and a hat, just so he might better conceal himself from the earthlings. Red skin was probably not going to serve him well while he was trying to blend in.

He left the building long before authorities arrived, wandering into the town without any real idea of where he was.

There was something... different about this planet, he soon discovered. There were posters on the walls of buildings that didn't make sense to him. About mutants and how they were a threat and needed to be stopped. About protests and meetings to attempt to get them handled by the government. What was a mutant?

Frowning, he decided to venture to one of these meetings, just to see what was going on. They seemed to be set up right in the middle of a park, a tall man standing on a stage and projecting his voice with a mic of some kind. He was ranting about the mutant menace, and how they couldn't be trusted. Very strange.

It seemed some of the people in the group were not happy with what was being said- they were chattering to themselves and Sinestro was pretty sure he saw one of them light a small fire in his hand. Particularly weird, since it didn't look like he was holding a lighter.

For the moment, Sinestro watched, but he imagined things were about to get rowdy.

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In blackest day, in brightest night,
Beware your fears made into light
Let those who try to stop what's right,
Burn like my power... Sinestro's might!
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[Rebel the DESTROYA]

Dylan Peirce
Sentient

Why on Earth did he agree to go with the others to a freaking anti-mutant rally? It wasn't the words of the speaker that bugged him. Dylan was called a freak his entire life, so there was nothing new that the speaker with the mega phone could say that would bother him. He heard them all. Freak, menace, abomination, waste of space. He had come to terms of what people think of him and others like him a long time ago and just learned to deal with it.

What really bothered him was the wave of emotion that came with coming to the rally. It was practically a wall of red-hot anger that Dylan felt like he was beating his head against repeatedly. And it wasn't just the protesters that was supplying the anger, it was the other mutants, his fellow classmates at Xavier's School. They too were supplying a healthy dose of the anger that only added to the splitting headache that Dylan was getting for just being near all the commotion.

Being an empath, according to Dylan, was just about one of the most useless mutations anyone can ever get. Its not practical in combat, unlike having metal claws or controlling the weather. Or even remotely useful like telepathy or teleportation or...whatever!! All he can do is sense emotions to a more fuller sense, like right now for example, and influence them if he really focuses. Other than that, useless. The Professor keeps telling him to be patient and practice his "gift" in order to unlock its full potential. Potential, smential. All Dylan wants to do is learn how to get it under control so he can carry on a semi-normal life, but right now, he is failing exponentially.

A ringing sound started up in his ears as the splitting headache continues to get worse and worse. It felt like the equivalent of having someone taking a jack-hammer to the inside of your skull. The young empath hunched over a little, gripping the sides of his head, and let a small groan escape from his lips. One of the other mutants in their group noticed his discomfort and asked if he was ok. Dylan managed to look up at her and flash her a small smile before asking if they were going to leave soon. Just as she was about to answer, Dylan caught sight of a small flame in someone's hand. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach, for he had an idea on what was going to happen next. "Hey what are ya-" Before he could finish, the mutant threw the fire at the edge of the crowd, erupting the grass in a large combustion of flames that sent patrons running and screaming as well as yelling in rage. "...doing" he finally finished. Oh man, they were in trouble now.

(Srry, didn't have the time or the will to put in a lot of effort for a post layout...)

[Lantern Thaal Sinestro]

Sinestro didn't really care that the mutants had created a counter-attack and were currently raising hell against the protestors. Sure, he didn't like chaos, but humans were chaotic one way or another, so it really didn't matter if he got involved or not. Earth was one of those planets where nothing would change and it was better off wiped from the universe. A nice explosion to destroy the whole place would really do it some good. Or maybe they could just kill all the humans and keep the planet itself. He supposed it did have some good resources. Just had to get rid of the trouble makers roaming around on top of it, that was all.

Then again, he wasn't even sure this was the earth he had once known- it still seemed like something was off about the place. And not just because someone was shooting fireballs from their bare hands at a group of screaming locals.

He wouldn't have even gotten involved, if not for the child. He noticed a young boy who had been separated from his mother, screaming and standing still as humans ran about all around him. Sinestro had something of a soft spot for children, even the ones on earth. Seeing the kid, who had nothing to do with any of this and was only their because of his parent's decision, in potential danger brought a frown to his face. It then brought action to his feet when a portion of the stage collapsed from the damage the fire had caused and came toppling down on top of him. Sinestro sprang forward, tucking the boy in one hand and rolling off to the side with him in tow. He just managed to keep the boy from getting hit by the equipment, though flames had attached themselves to his coat. Cursing, he set the boy down, quickly taking the jacket off before the flames could lick at his skin.

So much for disguise- the red-skinned alien now stood out like a sore thumb. He looked down at the child, who looked back up at him with a curious look, before he offered a smile. "Cool!" He hummed.

The mutants who had caused all the fuss had spotted the man, too, the one who could create fire heading his way while two other mutants, with powers of their own, went to continue to torment the people who had participated in the protest. Sinestro straightened, eyeing the human carefully.

"Nice moves," he commented, "you here to put an end to this bullshit, too?"

"Rather seems like you're giving them reason to hold protests like this," Sinestro replied darkly, "your idiocy is only getting in the way of any real progress."

"Why you!" huffed the man, "we're standing up for our kind! You're a mutant too, aren't you? You should be on our side!"

Sinestro rolled his eyes, watching as the man created a fireball and shot it right at him, as punishment for not agreeing with his views. Sinestro, unfazed, knocked the fireball off to the side with the back of his hand. "I have no interest siding with fools who only like to stir the pot," he growled in response, tilting his head out of the way to avoid another fireball, "you clearly are not fit to lead- I will make sure you don't cause any more trouble, for humans or for mutants."

Killing humans hadn't been his intention right after appearing on earth for whatever reason, but this guy was totally asking for it.

Of course, he hadn't been paying enough attention to the other mutants, perhaps because he wasn't at his best. He also didn't have a ring warning him of incoming threats. He felt a heavy thunk connect with the back of his head, the alien dropping like a stone. Groaning, he moved a hand to the already growing bump on his skull, turning his eyes over his shoulder. Looming over him was a very large mutant hold a large piece of metal, likely from the stage, like it was made of foam.

"You're going to pay for betraying your own kind, man."

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In blackest day, in brightest night,
Beware your fears made into light
Let those who try to stop what's right,
Burn like my power... Sinestro's might!
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[Rebel the DESTROYA]

Dylan Peirce
Sentient

Now with fear added to the mix of all the commotion, it was almost unbearable for the young empathy to function. Pressure started to build up in the back of his skull, but he tried his best to ignore it. It was complete chaos everywhere. People and mutants were running in every which way and fire blazed everywhere. But out of the chaos, Dylan heard a high pitched scream from a child. He turned his head just in time to him get saved by someone else from the crowd. Just as he sighed in somewhat relief, the stranger took off his coat and revealed red skin. Another mutant? I've never seen him before... The only mutants that Dylan knew of were at the School, but he had only been there for little less than a month, so it could be possible for him not to have met everyone.

Dylan watched as the mutants that started the chaos approached the stranger. He couldn't make out what they were saying to each other, but based on the emotions they were giving off, Dylan could tell it wasn't a friendly conversation. Then one of the mutants started throwing fire balls at the stranger whom then knocked them away with little effort. But as the stranger was knocked down, Dylan felt the pressure increase to the point where it felt like it was going to split his head open.

"STOP!!" Dylan released a wave of his power, resulting in the pressure in his head subsiding as well as the crowd ceasing their panicking. The empathy looked around, realising what he had just done with a look of awe on his face. He then turned his attention to the stranger along with the three mutants and saw that his power effected them too. They stopped advancing on the red skinned stranger. Well...why should I stop now... Dylan got up and walked over to the group and gave the three mutants a hard glare. "Ya know..." he said, lacing his power behind his words. "You guys are the exact reason mutants have a bad name nowadays. If anyone is betraying us, its you. Now I think it would be a good time for you guys to head back to Xavier's and think about what you guys did here, and how it makes it that much harder for mutants to live a normal life." Dylan finished. The three mutants looked at each other with shameful expressions on their faces, like they were caught doing something terrible. Then they looked to the red skinned stranger, backed away from him and ran off. As soon as they were gone, Dylan looked down at the stranger. His face was pale, beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he was visibly shaking. Apparently, that demonstration of his power took a lot out of him. "Hey...you...ok?"

[Lantern Thaal Sinestro]

Sinestro hadn't had such a bad headache that he couldn't feel the shift in the air. Suddenly, the fear was gone. And not in a natural way. Normally, fear subsided, gradually lessening and the memo that the threat was over passed through a crowd. It faded from existence, and never completely. Some refused to believe the trouble was over. This time, however, the fear had simply disappeared, as though it had dropped off a cliff. If he had been feeling any of the same emotions as the humans, maybe he would have been calmed suddenly, too. But he was already calm- a warrior didn't panic in the midst of battle, even when the odds weren't in his favor. Still, it was very curious.

The mutants that had been attacking him had stopped as well, it seemed, the red skinned alien looking up with a confused expression. Slowly, he got himself to his feet, moving a hand to the back of his head. Ugh, just what he needed- another injury. As if he didn't have enough of those to go around. Rubbing the growing bump on the back of his skull, Sinestro turned his head towards the young boy who had asked if he was alright. Was this the one who had calmed the crowd? An empath, it seemed. Not that he could say for sure, but he had met enough empathic people in his travels to know how it works. Still, he seemed very young to be able to control the emotions of others.

Perhaps that was why the young thing looked ready to pass out at any moment.

"You might want to worry about yourself, first," the tall alien replied with a bit of a chuckle, "anyway, I am fine- I would have managed to situation, even without your help." He straightened himself up, lowering his hand and moving it to join the other over his chest. Looking around, he saw that the crowd was thinning, the humans heading back after the confusion and panic had left their minds. He noticed the young boy he'd saved had reunited with his mother, which he found a relief. Though he was annoyed the mother had lost sight of the child in the first place. Great parenting, right there.

Typical humans.

His eyes turned back onto the young boy. "I am Sinestro," he said, "leader of the Sinestro Corps. Do you know the Green Lantern Hal Jordan? Perhaps where I might be able to find him?" Hal was a hero on his world, right? So many knew about him. Or not his name, they at least knew of Green Lanterns in general. Earth had four or five of them, after all. He imagined he would be able to find Hal and figure out what was going on with these mutants. Not that Hal would be pleased to see him, or want to help him, but those were minor details he could deal with once he found the guy. Regardless of their personal feelings towards one another, they were always willing to work together when the time called for it. There would come a moment where he would worry about his injuries, but in the meantime, he was just going to focus on the happenings around him. Why was earth suddenly so strange a place?

This human, the one who had helped him, didn't seem to be a threat. If he had sought to calm the crowd, he must have been a 'good' guy. So perhaps he would know where the other heroes could be found.

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In blackest day, in brightest night,
Beware your fears made into light
Let those who try to stop what's right,
Burn like my power... Sinestro's might!
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[Rebel the DESTROYA]

Dylan Peirce
Sentient

Dylan managed to grab hold of a nearby bench in order to keep himself from falling over from exhaustion. He had never intended to release that much energy all at once, in fact, he had never intended to release any energy period. But sometimes, his power have a mind of its own which is why Dylan desperately want to get it undercontrol, so that outbursts like this won't happen again. The Professor told him that the reason for his random outbursts was his body reacting in order to protect itself from unneeded stress, by automatically wanting to change the environment around him. Dylan at first didn't believe it, but after what happened just now, he wasn't sure any more.

The empath looked up at the red skinned man. "Whaddya talkin' about...I'm fine." he replied, even though his speech was a little slurred. "And you're welcome." Dylan added with a little more of an annoyed tone. He had just stopped three crazy mutants from pummelling him to a pulp and stopped a panicked crowd frm hurting anyone else, so Dylan though he deserved atleast a thank you.

The red skinned man, whom now introduced himself as Sinestro, started asking about some guy named Hal Jordan and called him a Green Lantern or what ever. "Uh...who?" Dylan had never heard of Hal Jordan, or Green Lanterns, or what ever this guy was talking about. "Maybe you got...hit in the head a little too...hard."

[Lantern Thaal Sinestro]

He watched the young man need to sit himself down, grunting to himself. The boy claimed to be fine, but it was clear he wasn't- he had seen such antics many times in the green lantern corps. Young recruits who thought they could do anything, and who hid their troubles when they quickly came to realize that having a ring was more work than they could have ever imagined. Then again, he couldn't really say he was any different. He had just taken a bad fall and had several wounds on his body, yet he was standing there without letting them be known, simply because he didn't want to look weak.

He was really no better than the hot shot newbies.

Frowning, he tilted his head slightly. "You... don't know of the Green Lantern?" He asked. Uh oh, that wasn't a good sign. Especially because he had already felt like there was something strange about this planet. "What about the Justice League- Batman? Superman?" He wondered if maybe he had time traveled or something? No, that couldn't have been right. The buildings looked modern- it didn't seem like he had found a more under-developed earth at all.

Wincing slightly, he sat himself down beside the young hero, resting against the bench as well since it seemed the thing to do.

"You haven't introduced yourself to me, young human." He turned his head slightly towards the other, wondering about him. Clearly, he was a strong, and his powers were emotion based. It seemed every mutant had their own power, and none of them were exactly the same. That was intriguing. When had humans started to mutate? It must have been very recently, since they hadn't been like that when he had last come to the planet a couple of years ago now.

Then again, with how strange everything seemed to be, it was entirely possible he wasn't dealing with the earth he knew. He was starting to suspect it more and more.

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In blackest day, in brightest night,
Beware your fears made into light
Let those who try to stop what's right,
Burn like my power... Sinestro's might!
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[Rebel the DESTROYA]

Dylan Peirce
Sentient

Dylan gave Sinestro an odd look and shook his head when he mentioned more names that the empath had never heard of. They sounded like some sort of superhero aliases but they didn't sound familiar, neither did The Justice League or whatever. "Well...there's The Avengers with Captain America and...Iron Man and what not but...never heard of a Justice League." Dylan said, hoping to maybe clear some confusion for Sinestro but that probably wasn't going to happen.

There was something odd about this guy, and not just because he had red skin or anything. At first the empath thought he was just another mutant, but as this conversation continued, Dylan was not so sure anymore. He just seemed...off, and how he had been giving off random names like they were common knowledge was kinda a given too.

Dylan moved out of the way in order to give Sinestro more room on the bench. When the young mutant looked up, he noticed that the red skinned man or...whatever he was, was giving him a rather odd look. Almost like he was studying him. "Oh uh, its Dylan...Dylan Peirce." he introduced a little hesitantly.

[Lantern Thaal Sinestro]

Avengers? Sinestro was not that familiar with earth, he supposed, but he was with heroes. He had done his best to keep a database of them, so he was prepared if ever he should face them in battle. He had liked to think that his database was quite comprehensive, and he had every hero there was on record. But this boy had just said a couple names he had never heard of before, along with what he assumed was a team he had not been familiar with. Did that mean his records were out of date?

No, this boy had never heard of the Justice League before. That was simply impossible.

So it meant he really was on an unfamiliar earth. But why had he been sent there, and what could he do to get himself back to where he belonged? He had fallen, crashed onto the planet, and he had lost all power to his ring.

If this was another version of earth, it seemed the Green Lanterns did not exist there. That meant their power battery didn't. He could safely assume, then, that yellow lantern power batteries were equally absent from the equation. So that meant he was going to need to find another way to power his ring, or be cursed to remain on earth. Regardless of what dimension it happened to sit in, it was still the human's home world. He wanted nothing to do with the place.

Getting out of there was all he really wanted.

Realizing he had grown quiet, he sighed, looking at the young human once more. "Dylan Peirce," he said lowly, "I apologize. I suppose I'm a little... confused. I took a rather large fall earlier, and I am badly wounded. I will need some time before my mind clears itself, I suppose." He frowned, but decided it was best not to dwell on it. He was Sinestro- he always found a way out of messes. even if this one seemed particularly sticky.

"Is there... somewhere I may rest? I don't mean to impose, but I... I don't have a home in this place. I don't know where to go."

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In blackest day, in brightest night,
Beware your fears made into light
Let those who try to stop what's right,
Burn like my power... Sinestro's might!
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[Rebel the DESTROYA]

Dylan Peirce
Sentient

Dylan looked up at Sinestro, who seemed particularly deep in thought. Apparently what the young empathy had said had taken him back, but why? Dylan though that knowledge about the Avengers was practically common knowledge, especially after that whole fiasco in New York about two years ago. Even today, they haven't finished with the restoration.

Sinestro then asked him about a place to stay, and he immediately thought about the School. "Um..yeah. The Professor is usually the bleeding heart kind of person, he probably let you stay at the School." he said, which then reminded him. They were probably looking for him. Everyone else seemed to have left to go back to the School, and he would probably be the only one unaccounted for. He haven't even been there for a month, and he was already causing trouble. That's sure to go over well.

Dylan then stood up from the bench, still a little wobbly from the performance before, but managed to steady himself. "We should get going then, they're probably looking for me." he said with a little bit of a worried look on his face. The last thing he needed was for them to send Wolverine to hunt down his sorry a**. That dude scared him.

The empathy then looked up at Sinestro. "Out of curiosity, and don't take this the wrong way, but...are you a mutant?" he asked a little hesitantly. Dylan, himself wasn't sure what Sinestro was. His head was telling him yes, that it was the only logical answer, but his gut was telling him otherwise.

[Lantern Thaal Sinestro]

The professor? He supposed that was perhaps another being everyone on this version of earth knew, that he was not aware of. This was going to be a problem for him- he didn't like being blind. He didn't know any of these heroes, or their powers, or he could trust. It was going to be difficult for him to figure out a way back to his own dimension if he also had to deal with something as trivial as whether or not someone could be trusted. It had been fairly easy with this kid, who had come to help him, but he really didn't want his life in danger every time he needed to meet someone new.

That would be a hassle.

When the young human stood, so did Sinestro, wincing slightly at the sharp pain in his chest. They were a fine pair, it seemed. "Thank you," he offered lowly. Gratitude was not something he generally showed, but this seemed like a bit of a special moment. Without this help, he really would have been alone, ringless and helpless with only his wounds to keep him company. He needed to show some appreciation. Then again, he hadn't been allowed to stay anywhere just yet, it had only been offered.

Before they managed to get too far, the human asked him if he was a mutant. He frowned. Lying to him seemed like a waste of time. Wouldn't this boy be able to feel his emotions and know something wasn't right? He wasn't a lie detector, exactly, but he seemed close enough that it wouldn't make a difference in the end. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask," he chuckled faintly, "No, I am not a mutant- I'm not a human. I come from a planet called Korugar." He showed the boy his blood, which was a rich purple instead of red.

"I don't know how I came to be on this planet, I found myself crashing here."

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In blackest day, in brightest night,
Beware your fears made into light
Let those who try to stop what's right,
Burn like my power... Sinestro's might!
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