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Heather Collins ([info]loveontherocks) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2012-03-18 20:20:00


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Entry tags:azurite, emerald, plot - "like it or not...", sapphire, topaz

Well, this is new.
Heather absently flipped through the channels, and every time it hit on the news, it was about them. Footage of them in action at the fire and after, her--what had she been thinking--sudden naming of them, after Cindy had supplied their group name...

Heather had never really been used to people paying attention to her, especially not like this.

Somehow, fan sites had already gone up on the internet. Most of it was clean, fortunately, but some of it... well, she was going to need brain bleach to unsee some of that.

"So..." she said, mostly to herself, but anyone within earshot would hear. "Now what?"



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Meanwhile...
[info]lantern_rogues
2012-03-24 10:11 pm UTC (link)
A Coast City prison...

Like all prisoners, even Metahuman prisoners, Hector Hammond was allowed a certain amount of television. That he was a dangerous criminal who required a large amount of drugs pumped into his system to suppress his telepathic and telekinetic abilities was of little consequence.

And one of the broadcasts today was amateur video from Chicago, of several new Metahumans helping to fight a fire and rescue people from the blaze.

No. Not Metas. The green one bore unmistakable signs of channeling the same power as the damned Hal Jordan's ring. Some of the others were less familiar, but Hector Hammond had encountered enough, seen enough of Jordan's memories to recognize the power of the Entities of the Emotional Spectrum when he saw them.

Especially the Orange. Hammond had been the host of Ophidian, once upon a time, even if it was rather briefly. He had never felt more powerful, more mighty.

He had never stopped wanting it again.

His body was weak, but Hammond very carefully steepled his fingers. He looked up and locked eyes with the guard. He spoke a single word. A telepathic command that, even drugged, he'd been able to slowly impose upon the simpletons that surrounded him.

News of his escape would not appear for several days hence.

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