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Sketch Lad: Absolutely love the shots so far; I'm not able to spend too much time on the boards this month, but I'm making a point to hit this thread for your and Candle's submissions, I'm very much enjoying 'em.
The world needs more Kissandras...
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Thanks for the comments. I don't think of these as anywhere near what is truly original, but I certainly enjoy the creative outlet and showcasing the Legion with art!
Here's one for fun, my take on some of the Companions besides Tree Man:
J. Alexander - Jay Manuel - Neeko Abrot by Michael Yarish, from ANTM, of course.
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From: Salem, Oregon USA | Registered: Aug 2003
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I kinda thought Jay's stand-up hair looked like an enlarged cranium. Cruxl decided to trim and dye his hair but he kept his skin's yellow coloring. And Shadow Man changed out his helment for a softer look.
Anyway, that's what I was thinking.
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Super-Companions fanfic! Starring Wildwood (formerly Tree-Man), Dusk (formerly Shadowman), Deluge (formerly Liquidman), Tempest (formerly Storm Boy) and Cogito (formerly Telepathy Man), as well as guest-appearances by select members of the Legion of Super-Villains!
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The colony-moon of Garrison was in its fifth year of terraforming, and savage storms still swept much of the continental mass now freed from its once-icy prison. Tempest had spent weeks here, riding high on winds that could pull ships out of the sky, directing the storms mindless fury to help speed up the terraforming process, so that weather systems that would have taken decades to abate on their own would take months, with his guiding hand. No other living thing could survive on the world in flux, and he entertained himself with imaginings of how his companions would undertake such a procedure, especially his personal hero, Superboy, who no doubt could have reshaped the land with his bare hands, using a combination of strength and speed, and sped up the melting of the previous glaciers with his heat vision. His own costume was designed to honor Superboy’s and he placed his hand on the symbol of the interlac character ‘T’, formed of stylized golden lightning and surrounded by a grey storm cloud. Where Superboy’s costume had blue elements, his own had pale grey, and where Superboy’s boots, cloak, gloves and trunks were red, his were blue, with an identical gold belt. About the only physical difference was that his cloak was shorter, as he found it distracting in the sort of weather he frequented (or, caused), and had shortened it to end in a V and come down no farther than his waist.
And so the comm-signal from Deluge came as an unwelcome distraction, as the telepathic earplug fed information directly into his daydreaming mind. “We’ve got a situation on Karra-Two-Nine, and if the holofeed is accurate, it looks like the Legion of Super-Villains has come to our space…” Their interim leaders telepathic voice sounded grim, but Tempest immediately replied with enthusiasm, “That means the Legion of Super-Heroes can’t be far behind! Superboy will…”
Dusk’s mocking voice cut him off, “Shut up about Superboy! He’s not coming back to join us. He’s never coming back!”
Tempest angrily began to protest, but the earplug blocked his response, and the infuriatingly calm voice of Cogito spoke into his mind, “The Legion of Super-Heroes are currently engaged with the threat of the Darkstar Pax Galactica, which is no doubt why the villains have chosen this moment to seize power in these systems they regard as beyond the reach and protection of the United Planets, or the Legion of Super-Heroes. We will have to deal with this situation on our own.”
Tempest wasn’t sure how he could tell, but the channel ‘felt’ open again, but he swallowed his angry reply towards Dusk and his gloomy attitude regarding their absentee leader, and focused on adding something positive to the conversation. “I’m on Garrison, can you send a ship for me?”
Deluge’s no-nonsense voice distractedly said, “We don’t have time for that, Dusk will be there in a few minutes to get you. He’ll be homing in on your comm.-signal, so leave the channel open.”
Tempest was glad that telepathic ear-pieces didn’t transmit facial expressions, because he hated travelling via Dusk’s special power at the best of times, and was especially annoyed with the man at the moment.
Noticing that the storms had grown into unmanageable things around him, he spent the next few minutes attempting to untangle them and set them on a more orderly path, before a figure appeared suspended in mid-air, illuminated by distant lightning. He didn’t bother with a greeting, and simply held out a hand to the shadowy figure, which appeared to be composed of spinning particles of brown dust, and felt his own body disperse into a similar state, and flow along behind his teammate, as if pulled into the wake of a falling starship.
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