Blackest Night : Yours, Mine and Ours

[corps_of_greed]

Larfleeze has lived so very long knowing only the gnawing hunger of his greed that it has simply become a part of him. It is a painless ache that never leaves his limbs, a ghost the pressure of a splitting headache surging with each found object that he wishes to possess

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[sinestro_corps]

Sinestro dodged the attack deftly, but did not return fire as would normally be expected. Larfleeze, for all his power, was a minor annoyance to him. He floated before Agent Orange, his arms crossed, with one arched eyebrow.

"What must be yours, sycophant?" He asked matter-of-factly. "And be quick, I have people of importance to deal with."

[corps_of_greed]

"Your blue uniform."

Larfleeze's eyes narrow, and construct minions bloom into being around him, like blood clouding the pitch black water of space. He moves in FAR too close to Sinestro's comfort and grins the slightly manic grin of someone who is a bit too excited. He thrusts out a hand and crooks his fingers in a grabbing motion, like an overgrown child.

"Gimme."

[sinestro_corps]

Sinestro moved back slightly at Larfleeze, his own eyes narrowing as a scowl passed over his face. Surely this was a sick joke.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that, like much else in what I should be referring to as my glorious past, was destroyed by that braggart Jordan, and his precious Guardians." He held his hands out and shrugged, though his tone and expression made the sarcasm in his physical show of empathy obvious. "Perhaps you should take it up with them, force them to sew you a new one. I'm fresh out of fashionistas to sate your sick and sad desires, vermin. Be gone." His arms were crossed again, but his ring glowed slightly, a small indication of battle readiness that might be lost on the Orange Lantern.

[corps_of_greed]

"Gone? It can't be gone. I WANT it!

His constructs stirred, agitated, growling low and rumbling.

"WHY DID YOU LET THEM DESTROY IT?!"

Larfleeze pulls at his face, turning away from Sinestro to wail at empty space, then curling up on himself breathing hard, seeming as if for a moment he's trying to reign himself in ... but he throws the first punch despite his best efforts, whipping back around to face the Yellow Lantern and hammering him with a blow from a crackling orange fist, twenty times normal size, slotted over his own hand.

Sinestro is sent careening into the Asteroid belt, and Larfleeze gives chase, desire left unsated spurring him faster, minions a streak of orange light in his wake.