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This Rage of Mine Burns Within (Red Lantern SI - DC/Multicross)

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...Hmm. For sheer tail size in comparison to the body, Squirrel Girl still outdoes her, but Lady Priscilla still has the larger tail for maximum fluffiness.

*nods head affirmatively*

Yes, Amazing Tail Ahead indeed.
 
I want more of this! More solving problems by getting incoherently angry at them! It's the best broody-anti-hero plot-device-justification I've ever read!

Who the fuck doesn't want an MC with a basic moral compass that gets stronger the further he dips into ultra-roid-rage!?!?!

RAAAAAAAAAAAARRRAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHAAARRRR!!!! THAT'S FUCKING WHO FUCK!!!!! FUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
 
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This Rage of Mine Burns Within 2.0: Episode 3 Part 1
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    • I Can't Believe They Renamed It Freedom
    7 O'Clock, Galactic Standard
    Day 104, Year One

    "Explain to me again why you're going back to this Vega place if it's filled with assholes."

    Suriand'r rolled her shoulders before resuming her stance, thrusting out each of her fists in precise movements. Now, some people might have been a bit aroused by the fact that she was wearing what was effectively alien versions of spats and a sports bra while being covered in sweat, but ever since everything inside of my body was replaced with blood magic produced rage light there was little evidence of testosterone or hormones inside of me. Which, yes, I was a bit upset about, but being trapped alone with my thoughts and realizations for several empty weeks in space does wonders for working through issues. Or driving someone insane to the point that they don't seem to register their own issues. I like to think it's a little of column A and a little from column B.

    "Where else - hragh! - can we go? We are in otherwise - nrah! - uncharted territory because they were using -hrugh!- slaver routes. The navigation computer was damaged by acid-,"

    "Not my fault."

    "It is explicitly your fault," she pauses and unfolds from the weird looking alien yoga position to cross her arms beneat her -ah, assets. Can I just say breasts? Her chest. She folded her arms beneath her chest, there we go.

    "Can I just say something?" I put my hands on my hips. "How is it that I saved all of your lives and yet you treat me like this?" To be fair, everyone else on the ship treated me like some kind of walking god, reverence and beseeching hands out the wazoo. But apparently the moment Suriand'r gained the ability to talk to me, and she was the only Tamaranian on the ship that I was letting talk to me because internal chemical composition being almost entirely inhuman aside I was somewhat opposed to just letting a bunch of people kiss me to learn english, she loss all major reverence. But apparently the moment I open my big mouth and start talking I lose all grandeur.

    "We've been over this already," she says as she goes back to twisting around in weird contortions. I get the fact that she used to be a soldier on Tamaran or whatever, or something like that at least, but ever since I blasted everyone with my healing light she'd been spending hours in the small area of the ship that was avoided by everyone else because it was 'mine' just...working out. "At first, I thought you a monster, some creature of the dark spaces between stars. Then you saved us. Then you bumbled about like a simpleton, and when I finally gained the ability to understand you, your first sentence and the following conversation was -at best- lackluster."

    I stared at her and then shrugged while walking away.

    "You know what? Whatever. As soon as you guys hit Omegatown-,"

    "Euphorix."

    "Omegatown, which, I'll remind you, is filled with those guys you hate, the Omega somethings-,"

    "Omega Men."

    "Yeah, the Omega Men what have female members, as soon as you guys hit that place I'm out."

    "Out?" she calls after me as I duck through the door and head towards the mess hall. Even though I don't need to eat or sleep, a happy little accident was that I discovered my taste buds still worked. With the whole super acid for a stomach, I could pretty much eat however much I wanted without getting anything other than the eating experience out of it. One of the benefits that helps me stave off the crushing knowledge that I'll probably never get home or see my family again and will be trapped as an abomination whose temper can be triggered so quickly and powerfully that I can only vaguely point myself in the direction of 'bad things' and then tear them apart.

    "Out! I need to like...find myself or something. Or hide in case Atrocitus comes looking..."

    "You don't have a plan?" she catches up to me and pulls my shoulder so I have to look at her. "What, you're just going to float about and hope you run into something to punch?"

    "Well I'm not sure how long I could withstand just sitting in a single planetary system knowing about the Citadel and Spider Guild. I thought your Omega Men fought like hell to even just get a treaty going. The first are merciless slaving monsters who the Omega Men beat but let live, and the second are a race of conquering spider people. So that's...you know, pretty fucked up on sheer existence." I swear to god I just about jumped out of my skin when she told me about the Spider Guild. Holy shit am I afraid of spiders. Seriously, if the Yellow Lanterns threw enough spider looking constructs at me I can guarantee that they would dismantle me for a good long while before I managed to get angry enough.

    "And would it be such a bad thing if you were to unleash yourself against them?" she says in an almost eerily calm voice. I don't....I don't know if I really like the look in her eye. "If they were to leave Vega by any means necessary?"

    "Look, Suri," I carefully withdraw her muscled orange arm and put my own hands on her shoulders. "No, it probably wouldn't. But I'm not just a fucking weapon of 'Good' to be thrown at problems. I'm a human...well, I'm a being at the least. I've got stuff."

    "You've got...stuff," she says in that weird voice. "Yes, yes you do. Lot's of stuff."

    "Yeah!" I nod, "Lots of stuff. Listen, maybe I'll hit some of the Spider Guild on my way out, but-,"

    We're interrupted by the ship shaking violently and both of us getting flung to the floor. Suri grunts as out limbs get tangled up, but soon enough both of us are up and unhindered. The Tamaranian slams a panel with her fist, and barks out something in moon runes, before panicked shrieking comes from the other end. She whirled back, and her eyes are a little too wide, and out of nowhere a silvery-green fire surrounds her hands and begins glowing from her eyes. Then she gives more bare toothed splitting of her lips than a grin.

    "We just breached the outer limits of the system, and a Spider Guild squadron has found us. Apparently the - some kind of alien curse word - were equal opportunity - some other alien curse word - and now that we've returned they wish revenge. Ah, but what they don't know is that I can fight now," then she's up and flying away. Ah man, I thought only Starfire and Blackfire had the powers. Damn you DC and your inconsistent...ness. Something I'd realized while going insane in the empty ink black of space was that I couldn't be sure that this wasn't any one specific 'universe' of DC. Had Infinite Crisis happened yet? What was the chronology? How had things already been changed, what already was different now that things might be proceedings 'organically' rather than by the normal confines of comics?

    Then the ship got hit again, and some screams went up from the children.

    Ah damn it. My mind flares a bit with rage and then I'm flying towards an airlock. I wrench the door shut, slam the depressurization button, and then I'm out before it's finished opening. Space swallows up my vision again, the twinkling of stars in the distance, and for a bare instant I freeze up again at the thought of proceeding through the silence and emptiness all alone again, but then I let up on my mental blocks and just let the rage flow. I was a generator of the stuff, I'd accepted that a long time ago, and while I had to work to keep myself in a functional state, sometimes when I needed to get rid of fear or whatever I could just let up on it for a bit. I was getting better and better at controlling myself every day. Instead, I let the glow of my powers surround my body as I turned and OH MY FUCKING GOD THE SPIDER GUILD SHIPS LOOK LIKE SPIDERS OHHHHHHHHHHH
     
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    • torroar noted that it'd take a while before he could be angry in the face of spiders (since he's terrified of them).
     
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