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That not necessarily true the Zatara's are an Italian family and a majority of the family is in Italy the age of consent Italy is 14 and then it moves up to I think the next 16Power Ring Blue was married to Zorina Zatara so that the latter could take over as the next leader of the branch of the Zatara Crime Family that her father current leads.
Two. Gorgeous, and Destruction.
That not necessarily true the Zatara's are an Italian family and a majority of the family is in Italy the age of consent Italy is 14 and then it moves up to I think the next 16
The age of consent in Italy is 14 years old, and rises to 16 when one participant is in a position of authority or influence over the other (teacher, clergyman, etc). Additionally, it is illegal to perform sexual acts when an individual under 14 is present to witness them, even if said minor does not participate.But yeah to her Family she was not considered underage, now in the U.S it's a different story but I would imagine that they would have gotten married in Italy in a church with the Family there. Odds are the Family approved so it would have all been Legal and above board. In America it would be a Crime and not possible but in other Countries not so much
I believe she was 16 in May 2010 she was 14 and I forget what year it was but I think it was over a Year after they met that she married him so she was likely 15 at the youngest but more likely 16What year did Zorina and Paul get married? Because Zorina could be 16 at time of marriage.
Thanks. I'm a little surprised that I don't remember, since I think I really liked the Power Ring Blue segments.Power Ring Blue was married to Zorina Zatara so that the latter could take over as the next leader of the branch of the Zatara Crime Family that her father current leads.
Thanks. I'm a little surprised that I don't remember, since I think I really liked the Power Ring Blue segments.
Semicolon instead of comma, or maybe break it into two sentences.
Thank you, corrected.Semicolon instead of comma, or maybe break it into two sentences.
Three people are dead in the streets and-. And-. And-. How the hell didn't I notice-. "You! I don't know how you're controlling my wife, but I'll-.[/font][/size]
That should say 'as'."Not as dangerous and trying to fight a swordsman bare handed."
Yeah, having your memories getting leached away via dreams will do that to you, Alan. Don't worry, Sandy'll have you back on your feet in a second. Don't want to rush, or your brain'll be leaking out your ears.Five More
Minutes, Ma
Something…
It's slipping away. I'm not sure what it was, but I don't… I think I miss it.
Huh. So, despite the danger to him, this was almost therapeutic for him. I guess seeing those dream-memories helped him sort through things a little...Like a… Like a weight is being lifted after being there for so long I couldn't remember what it not being there was like.
I think-.
To be fair, Ted wasn't one of the best guys to listen to about mental health. Given his own issues, after all..."Blue Lantern. Can you hear me?"
Heh, I don't know what it was I forgot. Didn't Ted Knight make a joke about-.
As tempting as it is to stay in the dream, Alan, you have to wake up sometime."…going stag, Jay. I don't wanna make things awkward for you and Joan."
I don't… I don't think I want to-.
Honestly, I'm amazed the tiny mask did anything to hide his identity, with his movie-star looks. Maybe the flaming green aura helped."…friend of Joan's. You'll be doing us both a favor, really."
I see my own… Smiling face in the mirror at the back of the bar. God, I look young.
One of the happy moments, eh? Meeting the love of his life for the first time..."That bad, huh?"
I know where this goes. I-. I remember the first time I-.
Ah, the transititory nature of a dream..."Hey Rose."
And then it's clear again, no bar, no… People I don't remember. Just me, whoever I am, floating in the-.
I mean, in that costume, that might be a hard choice for some with a less polished sense of duty.I use a windmill construct to blow the poisonous pollen away from all of the people, catching sight of Thorn fleeing down a corridor at the back of the room. I think about going after her, but I can't risk any of that stuff getting on the civilians.
I don't wanna-.
I'm sure many a man has had that moment at the altar.I see Rose in her wedding dress and I'm-. Struck dumb. I don't move until Jay elbows me in the ribs.
I-. No.
And now to return to reality... Or at least what passes for it in this place.Three people are dead in the streets and-. And-. And-. How the hell didn't I notice-. "You! I don't know how you're controlling my wife, but I'll-.[/font][/size]
"Blue Lantern? Are you awake?"
Though I don't doubt Sanderson felt a little thrill at being mistaken for his mentor... On the other hand, no ring? That's... Bad.I open my eyes, and there's. Some sort of bag on my lap, and something around my head. And my ring's gone. Where-?
"Wesley? What..?"
"Thanks, but you've got the wrong Sandman. Are you alright?"
Maybe get angry at the swindler who got you into this position. That should help.I reach up and take a hold of the magical rope around my head. And I close my eyes and-. I don't even know how I should feel. Rose was in my life for over sixty years and these ropes were practically making my brain dribble out of my ears…
Damn it.
Morpheus' blessing proving a little odd to those around him, I see. Hopefully that's only because of his present location..."Sandy, right. Back with it. Do I-?" I look down at my laps again and-. Gourds, they're gourds, with ropes tied to the rope around my forehead running from the tops. "Can I take this off?"
Sandy… Kind of… Shimmers-. No, it's like he gets a little insubstantial for a moment.
Wonder if he got a look at what would happen if he pulled too hard..."Ah… Let me."
He goes back to looking normal, then takes a hold of the rope around my head-.
Talk about having your life flash before your eyes.Fightblastshinesmilecoldwooshpeopletallskyhurtfacefacefacerecognizebuildingtrainmovingclacking…
Sandy pulls the rope off my head, then picks up the gourds and throws them across the room
Understandable. It's not like you guys went wandering in the Dreaming back in the Forties..."Give a-!" I shake my head, trying to clear out getting ninety years of memories all stuffed into it all at once. "Give a fellah a little warning next time."
"Sorry, Blue Lantern. I'm kinda new at this."
The teleporting is a nice trick. Pity they can't take advantage of it to step right into the Tower..."New at-" I try to stand, Sandy hovering on my left just in case I collapse. But I don't. I may not exactly be feeling 100% right now, but I'm not that feeble. "-what?"
"You know how Wesley had visions? Well, now I do too. And a few others things while we're in the Dream. That's how I found you." He glances towards-. The door. "What happened?"
Well, you got to see how it worked, all right. Not quite from the angle you hoped for, though."Merchant wanted to show me what his dream transfer equipment could do. It was supposed to show me the storm we need to get through. Looks like he wasn't on the up-and-up."
"Did you see a lot of this building?"
Call it? Worth a try. Not sure you have the proficiency to manage that... Yet."No." I look around-. He already got one of the guards. "Just a couple of rooms. Didn't see this place."
Okay, no ring, but I've been in worse spots, and… Right now I kinda wanna hit someone with my own fists. Only question is, are we trying to get away, or trying to take that dirty rat into custody? Hm. We'll have to play it by ear. The idea of leaving my ring behind sticks in my craw, but I can always-.
Helpful. Wonder if that's something Kalmin added?I hold out my right hand and think back to when I'd forgotten all my problems.
I can't call it to me like Paul can with his ring, but now I know where we're going.
You're lucky it isn't in the hands of a big shirtless Arab crying "Hassan CHOP!"I march over to the door, pull it open and cautiously stick my head out. Nothing much in either direction, and-.
Is that a scimitar?
What's so hard about swordfighting? Pointy end goes in the bad guy, right? Or more like chopping wood, depending on the sword...I step out into the corridor, then crouch down and pick it up. I'm not an expert swordsman or anything, but it's amazing what you can pick up a little of.
"A sword?" Sandy's got his gas gun out and is covering the right hand corridor. "Isn't that a little..? Dangerous?"
Just like you don't bring a knife to a gun fight... Unless you're Judomaster, having the same kind of stuff as the other guy makes it fair."Not as dangerous and trying to fight a swordsman bare handed."
"I mean…"
Man, can Alan speechify or what?I flash him a smile, which probably comes across as a little drained.
"I know. I don't plan on cutting anyone down, but sometimes the wages of sin are paid in pain." I start down the corridor in the direction I feel my ring in. "But I can hold them off until you can send them to sleep."
In this case, the OL method might be the best option..."I don't know for sure my gun works on these people."
I stop, frowning. Ah. It's a bit of a Paul solution, but it makes a worrying amount of sense.
He also had a sword while checking on a presumably unconscious prisoner. I don't think he's any kind of good guy."In that case, why don't you nip back and dose that guard?"
"Because-!" He winces at the sound of his own voice, and I listen carefully for the sound of anyone responding. Nothing just yet. "He's a tied up prisoner."
And better to find out now than when you're facing down half a dozen goons coming at you..."Your gun's loaded with dream dust." I shrug nonchalantly. "Completely safe knock out gas. All that's going to happen is that he goes to sleep. Either that, or nothing at all."
"I guess…"
Well, I'm sure that makes him feel so much better.He doesn't like it, and I get that it doesn't feel right. But we need to know, and I can't think of any reason why it would hurt the guy. Sandy takes a few steps back, pushing the door open and raises his gun.
"Sorry about this."
Ah, the good old days... When all you had to deal with were gangsters with tommy guns, and the occasional cape...Dream dust shoots out of the barrel and… Whaw, that takes me back, the clouds of the stuff settling in the dungeon room.
Sandy lowers the gun, nodding.
Now the fun question: Will he dream?
Missing full stop.
People honestly underestimate how much some small things can change a person's overall appearance.Honestly, I'm amazed the tiny mask did anything to hide his identity, with his movie-star looks. Maybe the flaming green aura helped.
Understandable. It's not like you guys went wandering in the Dreaming back in the Forties...
Aye, I have four government photo ID cards, they all look like different people.People honestly underestimate how much some small things can change a person's overall appearance.
The mask may be small, but even small things can make a big difference.
Thank you, corrected.
Comment somewhat sus.Aye, I have four government photo ID cards, they all look like different people.
Long hair, no beard
Missing closing quote.
Thank you, corrected.
That is an inauspicious name. Will Paul comment on it?"I am Vizier Jafar, chief advisor to his Excellency the Caliph. You are alleging that Uns Al-Wujud has committed a crime against you?"
This fellow seems trustworthy!"I am Vizier Jafar, chief advisor to his Excellency the Caliph. You are alleging that Uns Al-Wujud has committed a crime against you?"