Post by sinestro on Oct 3, 2011 2:21:45 GMT -4
This was stupid.
Sinestro did not want to attempt ‘speaking’ with Doom- Sinestro wanted to pound his face into a fine powder. How was he supposed to do that if they were only going to try and be ‘diplomatic’? This was why he led as a dictator- he didn’t have to listen to what other people had to say. With only his opinion being the one of importance, he could do whatever the hell he wanted, whenever the hell he wanted to do it.
If this didn’t work, then he was going to make sure he did things his way the next time. There would be no more playing nice with the Green Lanterns again.
He was hovering in the air, waiting for Hal Jordan to join him for their little mission. He didn’t want to get too close to the border on his own, just because he didn’t want Hal harping on him that he hadn’t waited for the other to arrive as they had agreed. Green Lanterns- always thinking there was a possibility for peace. They were lawmen, weren’t they? The police force of the universe. So they needed to stop being so pathetic and start acting like the order-enforcers they were. Sinestro had said it before, and he would again: the Guardians were too weak. They didn’t know how to look after things properly after spending so many years sitting on their asses watching from the sidelines.
Of course, that line of thinking had a hand in his getting banished from the corps in the first place, but still. Speaking out, and getting punished for it, didn’t make him wrong. Some day, they would all see it.
All the brooding wasn’t helping his mood much, the pink alien quite sure that he wasn’t going to end up being the most compromising of diplomats once they got to their destination. Oh, no, talking to Doom wasn’t going to be easy.
He already knew idle chatter would accomplish nothing, which only made it harder to think that talking was exactly what he was supposed to attempt to do. He knew he was wasting his time, KNEW it, and yet there was nothing he could do to stop it. For the sake of keeping the Green Lanterns from tossing him from their good graces, he needed to go along with what they wanted.
If Hal didn’t hurry the hell up, it was all for naught- he would jump to plan B. A plan that included a lot less talk, and a lot more setting things on fire.
Sinestro did not want to attempt ‘speaking’ with Doom- Sinestro wanted to pound his face into a fine powder. How was he supposed to do that if they were only going to try and be ‘diplomatic’? This was why he led as a dictator- he didn’t have to listen to what other people had to say. With only his opinion being the one of importance, he could do whatever the hell he wanted, whenever the hell he wanted to do it.
If this didn’t work, then he was going to make sure he did things his way the next time. There would be no more playing nice with the Green Lanterns again.
He was hovering in the air, waiting for Hal Jordan to join him for their little mission. He didn’t want to get too close to the border on his own, just because he didn’t want Hal harping on him that he hadn’t waited for the other to arrive as they had agreed. Green Lanterns- always thinking there was a possibility for peace. They were lawmen, weren’t they? The police force of the universe. So they needed to stop being so pathetic and start acting like the order-enforcers they were. Sinestro had said it before, and he would again: the Guardians were too weak. They didn’t know how to look after things properly after spending so many years sitting on their asses watching from the sidelines.
Of course, that line of thinking had a hand in his getting banished from the corps in the first place, but still. Speaking out, and getting punished for it, didn’t make him wrong. Some day, they would all see it.
All the brooding wasn’t helping his mood much, the pink alien quite sure that he wasn’t going to end up being the most compromising of diplomats once they got to their destination. Oh, no, talking to Doom wasn’t going to be easy.
He already knew idle chatter would accomplish nothing, which only made it harder to think that talking was exactly what he was supposed to attempt to do. He knew he was wasting his time, KNEW it, and yet there was nothing he could do to stop it. For the sake of keeping the Green Lanterns from tossing him from their good graces, he needed to go along with what they wanted.
If Hal didn’t hurry the hell up, it was all for naught- he would jump to plan B. A plan that included a lot less talk, and a lot more setting things on fire.