Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190515161558/@comment-26915308-20190519033327

The woman walked by an alleyway when a flash of light caught her eye. She turned to her right, and a yellow ring was just laying there on top of a damp cardboard box. She walked over to the ring, picked it up, and inspected it, before placing it on her finger. Almost immediately, she heard a voice speak to her.

"Neopolitan of Remnant. You have the ability to instill great fear. You are welcome at the Sinestro Corps."

The woman, named Neopolitan but preferring to be referred to as Neo, recited what she had just heard in her head, before smirking.

After destroying yet another target with his cane, Torchwick sat down on an empty crate, chuckling to himself. He then noticed an orange ring that someone had left behind. Must have been one of those White Fang goons he had temporarily worked with before his brief incarceration. He got to his feet and walked over to the ring.

"Which fool leaves a ring like THIS behind?"

Chuckling once again, Torchwick put on the ring and heard a voice similar to the one Neo had heard moments before.

"Roman Torchwick of Remnant. You want it all. You will be taken by the Orange Lantern Corps."

"...Orange Lantern Corps? This feels an awful lot like being a subordinate. At least these people could possibly help me get back up on my feet."