Apparently the universe isn't done with him yet. Time for life's littlest punching bag to summon up his trademark pluckiness and go at it again.
"Stop it Ch'p," he mumbles to himself "you've been down that road before and you know where it goes."
Besides, he has a job to do. The corps has been through a lot while he was away (he still has a hard
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He pulls himself out of bed and pulls pants on, pushing his ring into his pocket so its close in case of danger, then heads for the door, having the place memorized enough to get around without the ring. The darkness, of course, is meaningless.
"Yeah?" he calls, through the door.
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"Travis Grey of Earth?"
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"If this is about the orange ring, I don't have it anymore. If the smurfs are having a pajamas-and-ancient-wisdom party, I'll get the news later. If you're a blue lantern, its much easier to inspire hope after people have slept, but thanks. If you're here about why I don't have my ring on, don't worry, its still set to alert me to danger, which is how I know you're not the most polite red-ringer of all time or something. If its anything else, anyone who appends that question with 'of-Earth' is welcome to come in, but please keep it down. My girlfriend is sleeping."
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He keeps a straight face somehow, and in a slightly lower voice, yet still loud enough to be heard through the door he says:
"That's quite a mouthful for someone who just woke up. None of the above actually. I am your new partner: Ch'p of H'lven."
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