003 look to the western sky

[uranophobe]

[Zombies? Eh, ain't no big; it's not like Crane hasn't dealt with this sort of thing before. With a questionable level of success. The course of action he must take is obvious. Not being a very sentimental man, he takes his regained uniform to the Post Office and hopes for the best.

For once in his life, the best actually happens.]

JONATHAN CRANE OF

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[greatestmanll40]

[Lex is in his warsuit, attempting to fly and shoot his way to The Hall Of Doom, when he should pass his old dear associate Mr. Crane. Hopefully he's still not bitter about the last time, with the rings...]

[uranophobe]

[ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha not bitter at all nope

the fact that all the crows are suddenly focused on Lex is entirely a coincidence

fly my pretties tear his eyes out!]

[greatestmanll40]

[I guess a "Sorry Bro" is out of the question at the moment

Gonna be swatting at them birds and keep floating above the zombies.]

Crane!
Stop this at once!

[uranophobe]

Doctor Crane isn't here right now. [Suddenly, this is a lot more interesting than killing zombies, and the Scarecrow turns, scythe raised, to face him.]

[action]

[brbgoing2russia]

[Guess who's getting the shit pecked out of her?

YEAH THIS IS REALLY ANNOYING.]

Oh my god this is not happening!

[uranophobe]

[Hey, just floating by overhead. Not calling off the birds, though. Nothing personal, bro; just you're a superhero and all. So it is kinda personal.]

You shouldn't be out so late, child.

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[puzzlerprince]

[You know, it would be far easier to drive down this street if there weren't zombies shambling about. It'd be even easier if there weren't constructs of yellow crows swooping through the air. What the hell is all this...?

Then he hears laughter. Familiar laughter.]

...Crane?

[Someone wasn't exactly around in Blackest Night. Someone didn't see what Crane was capable of. Edward skids the Riddler-Mobile to a halt, stepping outside of the car and swatting away the fearsome yellow birds with his cane.]

Crane!

[uranophobe]

[As he lands beside the car, all the crows suddenly stop attacking and move to him. Most fly above him in intricate patterns, but one perches itself on his outstretched finger. Eddie can't see through the mask, but it's very obvious that he's grinning.]

Good evening, Edward.

[puzzlerprince]

[Showoff.]

This is new.

[uranophobe]

[Hypocrite.]

Not really. I've done this once before, though I suppose you wouldn't know about that.

[toothsnort]

[Man, first zombies and now this! He's never going to get to his first day of work!

There's a rather dim-looking twenty-something young man running down the street dressed in a bartender outfit and waving a golf club as the crows chase and peck at him.]

Oh come on! Piss off! I don't even have food in my pockets this time!

[uranophobe]

[The crows seem to be trying to steal the club away from him.

You know crows and their shinies.]

[toothsnort]

[Oh hell no that is Rittz' shiny! He'll do his damnedest to try and keep them from getting it, including finally resorting to actually swinging at them.

Considering part of his sport involves swinging at shit with a blunt object, he's pretty good at it. Exactly how much that matters against creatures made entirely of light? Yeah, kind of debatable. But he's still going at it.]

[uranophobe]

[The crows explode upon contact with the golf club, but, for every one that falls, two more come to replace it. Eventually, Rittz will be surrounded by a cloud of screeching crows.

If he can hear anything above the din, he might catch a snippet of harsh laughter. If he can see anything outside the light, he may see an odd figure in the air, watching him. And laughing.]

[Action]

[viridian_knight]

[Hal is on his way back home on foot, having gone up the block to check for survivors in the houses there. When the first crow divebombs his head he ducks, hearing the beak strike his fire helmet.

The laughter registers a moment later, chilling against the raucous caw of the crows. Hal looks to the sky, his breath catching in his throat. New!Lantern that he is, Sinestro hasn't yet revealed himself for what he is, hasn't been banished to the anti-matter universe and made his Fear Corps. He doesn't understand precisely what he's looking at, save that he knows a power ring when he sees it.

Abruptly, zombies are starting to look like a better alternative.]

[uranophobe]

[Even without the usual uniform and ring, Scarecrow vaguely recognizes the man on the ground. After all, Hal Jordan is very famous... and the man who stopped the yellow ring from reaching him the first time it tried to get to him. Let it never be said that he is a forgetful person.]

I know you.

The Green Lantern.

[viridian_knight]

[There's no point denying it, not at this rate. Mindful of the few zombies still in the street, his axe in hand and ready, Hal replies as he wills himself to stand his ground. The man hasn't presented a threat to him.

Yet.]

You've the advantage over me. Have we met before?

[uranophobe]

We have, though I suppose I shouldn't expect a hero to remember one insignificant person.

I am the Scarecrow.