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In brightest day and blackest night, his will endures. The Green Lantern of Sector 2814. #GreenLantern #DCRP

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Joined December 2014
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Sitting on top of the trailer, Hal watched the sunset.
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Scanning a debris field left behind by a shattered mining platform, Green Lantern noted the metal tumbling in slow arcs toward a populated trade lane. The fragments gathered, piece by piece, guided into a tight orbit by his construct for later retrieval.
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𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 Who was that? Who wrote that? Kerouac? Hal sipped his coffee staring out at the empty baseball field, that American haiku in his head. Just over a month until baseball season. It had -
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- been 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 since he had last seen a game. His father used to take him to all the games when he was a kid. That and the flying... Years since he had had the time to see a game. The life of a lantern. Now living in a trailer, getting by with his test piloting, but he was -
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- broke. It had been either this coffee or a meal. He had gone for the coffee. And here he was in an empty baseball field, on his own, on Valentine's Day. The Corps. The life. He nodded to himself as a chill dropped across the field.
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We Check In With Our Green Lantern And Ask Him If He’s Okay #HeIsnt || @LanternOfEarth
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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯. — Ecclesiastes 1:9 He hovered above a quiet shipping lane, guiding a -
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- damaged freighter back onto a safe vector. Nothing dramatic, just course corrections and reassurance over comms. A week ago Hal had been inside 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, holding the line against something that could swallow planets! Now... he was traffic control. Hal watched the -
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- freighter limp along and thought about how the universe always did this, moved on. There is nothing new under the sun.
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𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡.ᐣ 𝑀𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑗𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠... Hal stared up at the stars, sitting in a camping chair. So close, just a short flight away, all of them. He prayed for a mission.
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📲 Welcome back Hal. That’s fine and looking forward to seeing you.
📲 Just back from a business trip. Sounds good! How's this, can you pick up the bill? Just trying to keep the lights on here!
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📲 Just back from a business trip. Sounds good! How's this, can you pick up the bill? Just trying to keep the lights on here!
Replying to @LanternOfEarth
@LanternOfEarth 📲 Discovered a lovely bistro recently quite by accident. Lunch in the new year? May you have a lovely Christmas.
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Evicted...! Here he was, the Green Lantern of this sector living in his brother's trailer. He wasn't presumed dead this time on his return, but at least he still had a roof over his head. This time... nope. Evicted. Great, just great...!
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Sector 2814 Approaching Earth... Hal eased his speed as the planet filled his vision. From orbit there was no sign of the many conflicts. He let himself drift for a moment. The fatigue settled in now that the urgency was gone. He had never been told about this part, the -
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- return. He descended. Millions of lives moving forward, unaware of how close things had come, once again...
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Replying to @Tomar_Re
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑎𝑙. It landed with quiet precision. Sinestro allowed himself the smallest smile. "Perhaps," he said. "But it is rarely where things stay."
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Drifting a distance away from 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, Sinestro watched. After a moment, noting what was happening, a thin smile appeared. "Effective," he said. "Yet... expensive."
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- To Henshaw, this would not feel like violence. It would feel like correction. Time for this Lantern's light to extinguish.
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|| When you’re working out how to reply to this epic
He perceived it not as an intrusion, nor even as a loss, but as one recognizes, too late, and yet with an uncanny calm, the alteration of a remembered room whose furniture has been quietly rearranged while one slept, so that upon waking the mind insists everything is as it was, -
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