20th January 2013
13:10 GMT
A yellow sigil burns on his forehead.
Parallax.
I guess that's why the green rings back home can affect yellow objects: he was never imprisoned.
Behind me Jade shudders, her soul flaring yellow in my sight. She can fight it to a degree, but much like the Ophidian affecting a person's desires you can't completely fight Parallax when it tries to influence you. The fears are already there.
"Parallax."
"Is that your name for this?" His mouth… Extends further into his cheeks than it should, and I'm getting flashes of unusually sharp teeth. "What we… I… Ah."
He doesn't understand what it is. Parallax might not even understand. I knew in advance… Roughly what was happening, and so Ophidime knew as well.
"She wasn't lying. We find that extremely strange. And…" His glowing eyes refocus on me. "You. You know what.. we are."
"I had a similar joining with the Embodiment of Avarice."
"And we are… Fear. It is…" He looks up, at-. At the universe. "A glorious music. We.. can hear… So much…"
"It's the same for me. Even without the Ophidian I can unfocus my mind and feel the interlocking networks of desires, thwarted and fulfilled. I didn't hear it as music, more like a… Picture, or an abstract sculpture."
"And that is why we can hear you hardly at all. The part of you that is the Ophidian does not have fears."
"That's probably a part of it. Do you mind me asking what the Weaponer offered the part of you that is Joseph Harrolds?"
"She fears her own worthlessness, and that worthlessness being known to her peers. It motivates everything she does and doesn't do."
"It might just look like that to you because you can see-. Hear her fear and can't hear other things."
"No. No. We can hear it ringing clearly."
"I'll take your word for it, then. Ah. Where was the Parallax part of you hanging out before coming here?"
"We don't… Remember. We remember… Everything… Fading. But it did not concern us. Concern-. Why do you call it Parallax?"
"It once demonstrated the ability to use multiple power rings simultaneously."
"That's 'parallel'."
"I'm sorry?"
"Using multiple power rings. That's 'in parallel', like bulbs in a high school science class circuit. Parallax means 'the apparent displacement or the difference in apparent direction of an object as seen from two different points not on a straight line with the object'."
"Oh. Then perhaps I misunderstood the explanation. Do you have another name you'd prefer?"
"We..." He looks puzzled. "No. Though… Joseph Harrolds' memories and feelings are more vibrant than what our other half thought and felt. We are happy to be addressed by his name."
"Alright, Mister Harrolds: what's next for you?"
"I want to hear more of the song. I want it to play everywhere in a glorious symphony of terror!"
Ah.
"Are you sure?"
"More sure than we have been of anything that we can remember."
"But have you considered the value of subtlety and differentiation?"
His eyes dim slightly as he turns his attention on me. That's a little creepy.
"Explain."
"The Ophidian wants to possess everything all of the time. But that means that one thing is as good as any other, there's no difference between one desire and another. Whose fear would mean the most to you?"
"No... Hm." Mr. Harrolds frowns thoughtfully. "We admit that some of those against whom Joe had a personal grudge… The idea of them with their faces twisted in a rictus of terror before we kill them… That does have a greater appeal."
"That's what happens when you bond with a mortal creature. It affects your perspective, the way you understand the universe. To a being of pure fear, all fear is fear and there's nothing else to say. To you…"
"We feel different. We aren't sure that you don't have an angle-."
"Of course I have an angle. That doesn't mean that I'm not telling the truth."
"What is your angle?"
"I want a yellow power ring, a lead on Sinestro and to speak with the Weaponer who put you in there. I'd also like to stop you going on a rampage and terrorising everyone to death."
"Your perspective is helpful, but we find ourselves curious as to what you fear."
"Personal annihilation."
"Hm." He peers closer. "True. But there's something else."
"Heights?"
"No." He smiles, his mouth extending up his face in an open display of inhumanity. "You fear… Getting it wrong. You change things, risk things, and the idea that you might be wrong and that you've misled everyone makes everything resonate with a constant unease."
It's… Not as intense, but I suppose that he's right. Comic-Parallax… After the 'no-Jordan-wasn't-just-crazy' retcon, exposed people to their fears in order to possess them. This Parallax doesn't need a new host, so it's probably just being a dick.
"Okay, well, thank you for pointing that out. I also get a bit self-conscious in social situations, and you might be able to pick that out-."
"You embrace chaos but you still fear to misstep."
"Follow a rule someone else came up with and everyone expects you to follow and it's as much everyone else's fault as yours. If you do your own thing, that's all on you."
"How compassionate of you." He takes a step back, and then rises into the air. His outline shimmers for a moment as armour appears around his body-. Armour that looks a lot like mine, secondary colour and sigil notwithstanding. "We genuinely have no idea where the Weaponer is, we have no idea how to forge a ring and we have a home to return to. We wish you the best of luck."
He turns to face this universe's anti-Earth and then accelerates into the sky.
…
Guess this is a bust, then.