[ ooc - open if anyone wants a team-up. Hal's also getting a yellow at some point, so that'll probably get worked in here...somewhere. ]
Familiar faces everywhere, and most of them ones that Hal would be perfectly happy not to be seeing again.
Hal was making a quick loop around the battlefield, not diving straight into anything just yet - because if the yellows were here, then more than likely Sinestro was with them, and if Sinestro was here, there was a chance that he might be able to get the point across that they all had much bigger fish to fry than each other. They'd teamed up to deal with Nekron and Krona. It wasn't beyond comprehension that Sinestro would consider doing the reasonable thing.
And if he didn't, well. Hal figured he had more of a reason than anyone to smack the man right across his stupid mustache.
Of course, with this much going on, finding a specific person in the chaos was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Maybe a different approach was called for.
The first high-ranking yellow who passed into Hal's field of vision, thus, he smacked upside the back of the head with a huge green boxing glove.
"Arkillo, hey. Long time no see. Is that a new haircut? Oh, right, no hair." Hal looped around to move in front of Arkillo and hover to a stop. "Is your boss home? Grown-ups need to talk."
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Familiar faces everywhere, and most of them ones that Hal would be perfectly happy not to be seeing again.
Hal was making a quick loop around the battlefield, not diving straight into anything just yet - because if the yellows were here, then more than likely Sinestro was with them, and if Sinestro was here, there was a chance that he might be able to get the point across that they all had much bigger fish to fry than each other. They'd teamed up to deal with Nekron and Krona. It wasn't beyond comprehension that Sinestro would consider doing the reasonable thing.
And if he didn't, well. Hal figured he had more of a reason than anyone to smack the man right across his stupid mustache.
Of course, with this much going on, finding a specific person in the chaos was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Maybe a different approach was called for.
The first high-ranking yellow who passed into Hal's field of vision, thus, he smacked upside the back of the head with a huge green boxing glove.
"Arkillo, hey. Long time no see. Is that a new haircut? Oh, right, no hair." Hal looped around to move in front of Arkillo and hover to a stop. "Is your boss home? Grown-ups need to talk."