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WHO: Razer and Saint Walker
WHERE: Somewhere in the Otis Pike High Dune Wilderness Area.
WHEN: Backdated to May 30th
WARNINGS: None, will update if necessary.
SUMMARY: Razer and Saint Walker have a talk.
FORMAT: Quick to begin, then whatever.

[ Saint Walker's presence in the city had taken Razer by surprise - he hadn't expected to see him again, much less as member of a Lantern Corps he had never heard of. Still, there was also the possibility that it wasn't even the same person he had met back at Mogo, so he had accepted to meet in person despite his initial hesitancy for the sake of at least leaving things clear.

Having flown to the wilderness, Razer is now hovering slightly over the ground while looking for Saint Walker. ]

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[Walker had lost no time trying to familiarize himself with the parts of the City that reminded him of Odym, the more rural the better, for meditation purposes.

Now he was engaged in watching a bee perching on a flower near his hand, sitting in a grassy patch not far from the water's edge, when he catches movement--fiery red movement--out of the corner of one eye.]

Lantern Razer. [he didn't get up, yet, but he did turn his head to look, to get a better measure. Yes. There was no mistaking the emblem on that uniform as the same belonging to Atrocitus and his Lanterns, but the behavior was ... encouraging.]

It's beautiful today, isn't it?

[ Razer lands, arms crossed in front of him as he takes a moment to look around. He doesn't want to get too close, so he stays a few steps away from where Saint Walker is sitting. ]

I hope you didn't ask me to come all the way here to talk about the weather, Saint Walker.

Oh, no. I had hoped we could discuss you. I am familiar with Atrocitus, you see. [this opening was as much to prove transparency as it was to see Razer's reaction to the name. Perhaps he was from a universe where the Red Lanterns were different--led by someone who had not tapped into the red light through unstable so-called blood magic--or perhaps there was a different explanation for Razer's nature.

He got up slowly.]

[ Razer looks away, and his face goes from a frown to surprise and then outright rage for a second. It takes his best effort to not walk away from the conversation, instead, he answers in a calm but clearly angry tone. ]

I have nothing to do with Atrocitus anymore. [ Except wanting him dead, of course, but he won't share that much. ] I left the Red Lanterns.

[Ah, so it did get a reaction. A falling out, perhaps. He would have to be careful.] Please do not misunderstand me, Razer. We are not friends, he and I. It is complicated.

[but serene honesty is how he excels] The Red Lanterns I have known are difficult to speak to. Furious. They have great pain and psychosis... and they--vomit their rage uncontrollably.

Has your ring done anything like that to you?

Vomit our-- [ He isn't sure what to say at first - Saint Walker seems to mean it literally, and for all the trouble it has brought him, his ring has never done such thing. The thought of it happening is also a little alarming, but at least it will make him feel less bad about himself, later when he has time to think about it. ]

No! Rage feeds my powers, but I certainly have never vomited it.

This is fascinating from my perspective. [lightly reaching out to touch the insignia of the Red Lanterns on Razer's chest, two-fingeredly.] Nor does my Ring detect, or your behavior suggest, that you are infected by rage. ...I would ask if you had come into contact with a Blue Lantern previously, but I suspect... as you recognized me--that I know the answer. [close but no banana]

Where are you staying?

I was not aware that you were a Blue Lantern when we met. [ There's an implied 'you did nothing to me' in there. ] What does it have to do with me?

[ He puts a hand between himself and Saint Walker's, and pushes his away. ]

I'm staying at the MAC.

[Walker offers no resistance as his hand is pushed away, though he does curl his fingers inward a little.]

...my Corps can heal the red psychosis, and render lanterns of--your old Corps--lucid.

[a long moment]

Will you tell me the circumstances of your resignation?

[ At Saint Walker's word he instinctively looks at his hand, where his ring used to be. ]

Atrocitus lied to me, then he left me behind to die on a planet about to be destroyed.

[ Which is only a half truth but then again, it's Razer. ]

[that sounds brutal. And Walker can buy it, given what he personally knows of Atrocitus' reactions to ...stress]

I see... I am sorry, Razer. I know that one of the quickest paths to that Corps is pain.

Then you know I don't want to talk about it. [ And now the angry expression is back on his face. Not specifically at him, but empathy just reminds Razer that in the end, he's still a Red Lantern. ] You can save the lecture for someone who cares.

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