I shake my head slowly.
"No, but I only saw a small part of what you did. You… Your green glow is so bright that it's difficult for me to see what you're doing in any detail."
I'd be curious as to whether the Guardians, Controllers and other Spectrum-aligned Maltusians have so
intense a glow in his empathic vision. He's never commented on it with Hinon, so presumably
their saturation is either much less than or far more internalised than Malvolio's..
I barely remember what the process for forging a ring was in the comics, just… Ganthet scowling and treating the whole thing like forging a ring with metal. I assume that it was a limitation of the medium, but… Kalmin uses equipment to handle it as well. Maybe it's something that can't be handled by a person just with their connection to the relevant colour.
I could ask Hinon, or one of the other Controllers who've been forging rings for the Corps. Except that the techniques they use might not work for me, and that would implicate them in the whole 'helping Lord Malvolio' thing.
On the up side, you do know that you manage to work it out
eventually. Assuming OL still remembers the future-him encounters clearly enough.
Would someone from 17th century Manchester actually have been called 'Malvolio'? It's a possibility, Shakespeare's plays would have been in circulation if that's where his mother got it from. Given how he was puzzled by me not wanting to give the other Lanterns' names, it certainly seems plausible.
If his parents wanted a joker, well… I imagine that they'd be surprised by how he turned out.
And to be fair, if his mother's husband was
aware that he was... illegitimate, the name he chose may have been some manner of subtle reminder of her actions. Who knows?
"I suppose… Maybe they shouldn't be created as separate units, but paired with particular lanterns. Do you have a normal sized personal lantern?
"
"Nay. Priest was of the opinion that personal lanterns are a crutch best avoided."
Admittedly, that doesn't mean he didn't
own one, merely that he didn't
use it. It probably sat in his subspace pocket, ignored, once he mastered the Ring.
I blink.
"What?
"
"He instructed me that they were an unnecessary crutch, much as a man who have lived a life free from sin has no need of indulgences."
Ah, so the recharging thing was more of a
religious thing. Not necessarily of any faith, merely a Zen-style oneness with the universe... A bit like a Maltusian, letting the Light flow through him, shaping it briefly with his Ring before releasing it back into the stream.
"So… You… Don't need to recharge your ring?"
"I do not. I see that you are surprised."
...Hmm... Could the Rings of Enhanced Will OL had to deal with not long ago been inspired by Priest and Malvolio's achievements? I wouldn't be surprised of the Guardian who designed them heard of the two and decided to try mental realignment to accomplish that end...
"Surprised that it's possible, and surprised that you got the hang of it back in the seventeenth century."
"What does the age matter to the nature of a man's soul?"
He's got a point. Consider the state of
your soul-stuff, OL. It's less than two years old, in total, since you were basically hollow when you arrived here... And yet look at what you can
accomplish.
"Fair point. I just meant that you wouldn't have had all that much time to get the hang of it before running out of power."
"Priest reinvigorated my ring when its fires began to ebb. His tutelage is why my domains are an entire Sector and not merely limited to the Earth, and the memory of the time where we worked together is why I refuse to slay him for his later treachery."
That would have made for some
interesting Ring Log-files for the Guardians if they ever looked...
"How long did it take you to learn?"
"I do not know. We were far from the star of Earth, and the training was too exhausting for me to keep track of the passage of days." He regards me with curiosity. "You mean to say that you have always recharged from your lantern?"
Not everyone has the benefit of a Zen Master Lantern teaching them
personally, you know...
"Yes. Except for the time I was bonded to the Ophidian, but I assumed… The part of us that was her was handling that."
"Priest warned me that it might take longer than a normal man's mortal span to learn the required techniques. Even now he questions my mastery."
He'd probably still do that after a
thousand years, Malvolio. Such is the prerogative of a Teacher: Messing with their student.
"Did he ever make a central power battery?"
Lord Malvolio actually smiles.
"Methinks that he would condescend even unto the Guardians for their reliance on such fripperies. No, he did not."
Heh, there's a fact that surprises nobody...
"Modern Earth has a saying: perfect is the greatest enemy of good enough. One powerful Lantern however impressive just won't achieve as much as a dozen who need personal lanterns. I don't think that the Guardians would intentionally cripple their Lanterns, so there must be something else going on."
"A man may oil and sharpen his sword without caring a whit for its wellbeing."
Something which
most of the Guardians seem to live by... Ganthet and Sayd seem to be more mindful of their troops' well-being, thankfully.
"Yes, but it's still sharp and free from rust at the end of that. 'You can recharge without a personal lantern' is just… Too big a deal."
"I think there is more to the affair on their part, but in truth I do not know them well enough to be sure in my condemnation."
It's about
control. Making the Central Power battery was likely intended to lock the Green Light under
their control. And to be fair, it basically has. Everyone using it makes use of a Ring to do so. The fact that Malvolio has been able to effectively create a fork of the battery will probably tick them off to no end once they learn of it.
They did have Guy researching high complexity techniques… But I'm focusing on ring crafting at the moment, and I'd rather get a cooperation agreement in place before asking Guy to talk to the man who punched Jordan through a planet. Guy loves the Green Lantern Corps, and I can't see that conversation going well.
"Okay, so you've never tried forging a ring using a personal lantern?"
Honestly, Guy may like the Corps, but that doesn't mean he has to like the Guardians too. 'Too many sticks up their asses, most of them', that sort of thing.
"Having none, I have not."
"I'll give it a go then." I float my newly created personal lantern up to me. "Please don't mess me about when I transubstantiate."
Yeah, if he's going to be nudging the
Ophidian, best not to have any
other light too near...
"Continue at your leisure."
Okay then. I don't step out, but rather hold up the lantern in my left hand and press my right hand against the spout part.
This is going to be fun...
Rings are a focus of the desires of their users, but… I don't think anyone wants a ring purely to have the ring. I mean, in some places it's a status symbol, but what they want is the status. Others want all sorts of outcomes…
Are there any ring-shaped desires in here? Preferably marked with the orange sigil? I can search for desires relating to control and creation and shape them, but I've got no more reason to believe that will work than…
The joy of treading new ground without a map.
Anything else I could try, so I may as well try it as well, I suppose.
The Honden is now richly decorated in ring-adjacent desires, and I regularly check them to make sure that no one in my Corps is heading for crazy town.
Given he's likely the only person who can casually shut a ring off, I expect he gets called in when someone
does go full Larfleeze...
Ring-adjacent…
Do rings have spirits? Are ring AIs spirits? I wasn't joking about thinking that I might end up coming here full time once I die properly, so I suppose…
Or at least something that
thinks it's you. Given the quirky nature of your soul, who knows what'll
actually happen?
Is there anything here that doesn't fit?
Yes, my Agent.
Other than you, you beautiful snake you.
Oy, leave the flirting for
later, you two.
Yes, my Agent. Here.
Oh. That's…
What better guide for this than the
embodiment of all Avarice, after all? I suspect she can sniff out any desire near-instantly...
Interesting.
I withdraw my right hand, a ring around my right ring finger.
Now, what's he got? An actual ring, or merely a lump of metal shaped like one?
"You have managed the feat? How?"
"I don't think I have." I take a closer look at the ring. Simply design, no additional AI… "This is Larfleeze's ring. It was destroyed when I… Died. Completely disintegrated by qwa-matter. It-."
Huh. Well, at least he got it back. I guess the desire he tugged on was his regret for having lost it...
Malvolio's head jerks up, and his face twists into a snarl.
"Your pardon, Lord Illustres, but it seems that I must return home. Some fool has tried to release mine most contentious prisoner."
Oh, for... Is it Priest, or another Lantern? Or a local warlord who was a little upset about Malvolio's return?