DESTROYER / REDEEMER

grant lancaster ( ap. )  

[classifiedborn]

Right, you can find grant over on my multi! Make sure to tag me in the replies over there if you want! 

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 “If we’re talking about ranks... i’m technically the leader of an elite guard. Does that count for anything?”

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DC verse

Taken from a brief general details of the canon verse, Grant Lancaster is from a world in the Dark Multiverse that happened to cross over due to one of the portals when the Batman Who Laughs started killing all the Bruce Waynes.

Grant is more or less the same in this verse - Including his Tech. However, he didn't grow up on Earth, and was essentially raised by a version of Originators who were in a bloody war with the Green Lanterns.

During the war, Grant somehow got ahold of a ring, and managed to use it for a time becoming a Yellow Lantern, but it didn't last long - maybe a good portion of three or so months. Even he wasn't enough to stop the Green Lanterns from winning the war against the destructive Originators.

He was captured and placed in a restrictive  unit until there was a trial. The Bruce Wayne of that universe said that he could get him a proper trial on earth due to the fact Grant was human (a lie, but that's besides the point).

So, things were going quite grand in that department - it was even going well until the Laughing Bat came and left a portal open behind him. Seeing no other option? Grant followed after him and hopefully he wouldn't wind up in a cell again.

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* a reminder to actually write up that DC / dark multiverse verse I thought about last night.

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Stagnant, an unmoving tide, where it was a rarity that the man ever showed anything more than contempt. Emotions ran high, but were pushed down into the back of his mind. Years of training that served him well and turned him into the very thing he couldn’t exactly escape from.

The words were true at least, Thor was finally starting to break down that facade. That simple mask he put on to everyone that he was nothing than a husk that had a limited range of emotions. Oh, how wrong they were - they all were about him. 

Including Thor.

      “You really don’t know do you?” He asked, taking a step forward, right hand reaching behind his back, just itching to grab the only gun he had on him at the current time. “The only thing I hate about you is your constant interruptions.” It was more than that, far more in all reality, but Grant wasn’t going to voice his true thoughts on the matter. Not today. “Understand?”

// @fryordie xxx

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As the traveler listens he chews on the inside of his lips. Chews, and tries to remember if he’d ever felt that way. As if things were not concrete. He’d like to think there’d been a time. But he’d grown so jaded, he could not recall. 

He hits a book against his knee and stares away for awhile. 

“And what if you’re wrong? What if everything has to go just exactly how something, somewhere out there has it planned? And if you get it wrong, you get sent back to the start? Do not pass go; do not collect two hundred dollars.”

“Those little senses of Déjà vu that you get once in a while? Like you’ve been there before, but there is no possible way it’s happened? That you can see yourself in the situation and still not change it?” 

Grant ran a hand over his chin for a moment.

“If we’re all going around in circles until the right choice is made? It must be a pretty dull existence. Going around, repeating the same mistakes again, and again. A time loop that never ends all because of one bad day or one bad year.”

Grant chewed on his lower lip for a moment, trying to think over his next few words.

“It doesn’t... it doesn’t matter. What we do any given day if we’re going to have our own version of a groundhog day scenario. Everything will become static and silent in the end - an endless void that consume everyone and everyone in its path.”

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〝Okay, first of all, there is someone protecting earth; his name is Kevin and I love him very much.〞

〝And second of all, go glack yourself.〞

   “Oooh, ouch. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” 

    “Or is this just the way of saying it’s still protected?”

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“So, if no one’s protecting Earth, would anyone object if I let’s say... destroyed it?”

[creativespacetime]

“If mind is an abstract entity then space is its mirage”

S.S.K

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She just gave a noncommittal hum to his first statement, just giving him a look–but not about to go as far as to be accused of insubordination. Nobody who knew what they were doing the whole time let things get this bad unless they were embarrassed by everything that happened. “I’ll stay out of your personal files so long as they aren’t part of the problem, sir. If I may, I’d like to get to work now.” 

This was the very reason he disliked when mistakes were made. Even worse when it was he who made them in the first place. He should have stayed on his own, but no - being with a crew was better for him. Right, he’d make sure to say it was in his next nightly log report. “Then get to work. I have work to do.” Which, in Grant’s case, meant getting out of here, and cooling his head off somewhere else. 

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Within Temptation - Endless War

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WITH NO FURTHER REASON to speak, Spock began the short trek to the center. Provided that all went well, he and Mr. Lancaster should be back aboard the Enterprise within the hour. Thankfully, Jim wasn’t here so that things could go amiss. Not that it was always the Captain’s fault. Spock, however, had begun to see a trend in the ration of incidences that befell the Enterprise Crew when the Captain was on a planet.

Ten minutes later, the pair appeared in the city center. It was teaming with life. Laughter, happiness, shouts and cries. Life continued much as it had before. Still, the Vulcan desired to meet with the Head so that he could get a verbal confirmation before returning to the ship.

EVERYTHING APPEARED as if nothing ever happened. Ironic. That was the only word he could use in this situation. Life aways found a way to move on, always found a  way to forgive, and sometimes even forgive. That was a hidden nature of the universe he sometimes managed to forget - even though he saw it on a daily basis.

Lancaster followed Spock closely, hands in his pockets. He knew fully well that he was on thin-ice still. He never thought he wouldn’t be, but he wasn’t planning on staying with the crew forever. Maybe another six months - nothing more. If he got too comfortable, he wouldn’t want to leave, and would find himself in a sense of complacency... maybe peace. Something he knew wouldn’t happen. 

“Looks like everything's back to normal,” he mused out lowly. “Our job’s done here.”

// @vulcaniisms

[chokethelight]

                              ❝ bruce wayne, the court of owls has sentenced you to die. ❞ 

           multi-muse fet. batman / mutuals only / runs off queue / penned by andre 

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   It still made little to no sense to her – she blinked up at him as though somehow the action would help an understanding that her mind did not seem to be able to reach in its desperate grab forward. 

   “You could have been injured,” she attempted, gentle, as though attempting to convince him of her viewpoint. ( She was unsure why she was doing so. She had rarely tried to help others understand her in the past. ) “You could have injured others. You are an officer? You… understand this, yes?” 

“The injury of one or a few is nothing if it means victory in the greater scheme of things.” He knew that very well, when he pushed the button, when he slammed his hand down, and saw it all destroyed. When he unleashed something he couldn’t understand. Did he regret it? Some days, but others? Not so much. 

Indifference was something he knew far too well. The lack of care - no, the lack of caring and  morality. He felt nothing, not even when he destroyed them all if felt absolutely nothing. Something he didn’t understand and never thought he would at any-rate.  

“What I understand,” he said, hands sliding behind the small of his back, “Is that you don’t approve of my methods.”

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“Something funny?“ - logan

   ❝ oh, nothing much besides the obvious,❞ smirk plastered across  his lips, hands slipped behind his back in a formal, but relaxed stance. oh, this was ironic; first  time seeing a mutant and he already was going to make a fool out of himself. oh well - it wouldn’t be the first time. nor the last time in all reality.  ❝ i just figured you’d be taller. ❞ 

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               ❝ don’t fool yourself thinking there is only one specific reality out there. there is a fuck ton of them - all together one on top of another. sometimes, they bleed through - i’m from the year 2085 and i’ve DAMNED my own kind to slavery and then extinction. i’m here to find out as much as I can about these CREATORS and then i’m going to stop them. i’m going to REWRITE HISTORY.  ❞            

                                                     Grant Lancaster || Classified Born

   Indi | Private | Sci-Fi based OC | Mutuals only | 18 + | Triggering content | Runs off queue | Penned by Andre

Template credit; Evilsmade

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          THERE IS A SOFT HUM from her lips as Adelaide nodded her head. “For a time, yes, I was ascended. Very different than being on a physical plane. Some could contribute that our spirits went into heaven. I think that is what one of the dominating religions on earth would attribute to it. But what is the point of experiencing anything if you do  not have a form in which to do so. To exist as energy, yes it gave us the opportunity to travel where we willed, but maybe part of humanity had been taken from us.” Shoulders rose and fell in a shrug.

          “Many things must fall in line for you to ascend. You must be at peace with yourself, have no ties left to his plane, and have pure motives. That is the simplest way I can put it.”

           THE EXPLANATION WAS INTERESTING. He knew that there were many against it; old records indicated as much. To ascend was the greatest crime anyone  could ever achieve. Morris attempted it, but  FAILED due to the fact he wasn’t ready yet. FAILED due to the fact it was something only a few could obtain. 

           No wonder the Originators banned such a thought of it - far too many complications. Far too many things that could go wrong. Disgusting. Yet, there was still nobility in the simple action of TRYING to be more than just what they were originally. “And if you have impure motives? What then? Does anything change?”