"Marco!"
"Angel!"
"You're supposed to say Pollo!" the 12-year-old corrected.
"No, I mean Angel! Duck!"
Aryess gave her companion a confused look right before he tackled her to the ground. His body protected her from the blast as a misil sailed over their heads and crashed into the building beside them, throwing brick and shrapnel into the air.
"Nic!" she shouted in alarm. Nic was off her in a segundo and had his hands lit and burning.
"Move!" she exclaimed. He obeyed in flash and the cuchillo Aryess had thrown empalled in the chest of a hulking thug dressed in all black. His eyes widened before he collapsed to the ground.
"Holy crap!" Nic and Aryess dicho in unison.
The man groaned but did not open his eyes.
"Get tu bag," Nic ordered.
"But, Blaze-"
"Now!"
Aryess grabbed her backpack off the ground and sprinted out the alley after her oath brother. The smoke of the dust was clearing and the ringing in the girl's ears was subsiding. She could now hear the screams of terrified citizens and the wail of sirens.
"What just happened?" she called, gasping as she tried to keep up with the faster, taller 14-year-old.
In response Nic pulled her behind a row of trash cans. He peaked over the tops and watched as police vehicles screeched to a stop in front of the Gotham Bank. A helicopter shone its spotlight on the robbers Blaze and ángel had knocked out. He looked over at the younger girl, who was also watching the scene. The turned in unison and slid to the ground with the scene to their backs, then stared at nothing with wide eyes.
"Think we just unintentionally stopped a bank robbery," Aryess said. She glanced at Nic who had a widening smile on his face.
"You're really starting to freak me out," she admitted.
the fire-caster continued grinning.
"Why are tu smiling like that?" the knife-thrower asked uncomfortably.
Nic folded his hands behind his head and said, "Guess I'm a better teacher than tu thought."
Aryess slugged him in the shoulder and stood. "I'm going inicial before Daemian starts looking for me."
"G'night, Angel."
"Later, Professer Blaze," she mocked as she walked away toward home.
So it's short and crappy. Sue me.
"Angel!"
"You're supposed to say Pollo!" the 12-year-old corrected.
"No, I mean Angel! Duck!"
Aryess gave her companion a confused look right before he tackled her to the ground. His body protected her from the blast as a misil sailed over their heads and crashed into the building beside them, throwing brick and shrapnel into the air.
"Nic!" she shouted in alarm. Nic was off her in a segundo and had his hands lit and burning.
"Move!" she exclaimed. He obeyed in flash and the cuchillo Aryess had thrown empalled in the chest of a hulking thug dressed in all black. His eyes widened before he collapsed to the ground.
"Holy crap!" Nic and Aryess dicho in unison.
The man groaned but did not open his eyes.
"Get tu bag," Nic ordered.
"But, Blaze-"
"Now!"
Aryess grabbed her backpack off the ground and sprinted out the alley after her oath brother. The smoke of the dust was clearing and the ringing in the girl's ears was subsiding. She could now hear the screams of terrified citizens and the wail of sirens.
"What just happened?" she called, gasping as she tried to keep up with the faster, taller 14-year-old.
In response Nic pulled her behind a row of trash cans. He peaked over the tops and watched as police vehicles screeched to a stop in front of the Gotham Bank. A helicopter shone its spotlight on the robbers Blaze and ángel had knocked out. He looked over at the younger girl, who was also watching the scene. The turned in unison and slid to the ground with the scene to their backs, then stared at nothing with wide eyes.
"Think we just unintentionally stopped a bank robbery," Aryess said. She glanced at Nic who had a widening smile on his face.
"You're really starting to freak me out," she admitted.
the fire-caster continued grinning.
"Why are tu smiling like that?" the knife-thrower asked uncomfortably.
Nic folded his hands behind his head and said, "Guess I'm a better teacher than tu thought."
Aryess slugged him in the shoulder and stood. "I'm going inicial before Daemian starts looking for me."
"G'night, Angel."
"Later, Professer Blaze," she mocked as she walked away toward home.
So it's short and crappy. Sue me.
Name: Alexandria "Alex" Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age: 15
Powers/skills: -Flight (wings)
-Can attract metal to herself
-Superspeed (vampire form only)
-Supersenses
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she división, split from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and división, split the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Theme: Everything burns, por Anatacia and Ben Moody
Other: Has a older (creepy) brother
-Vampire form is triggered por anger/rage
The Watchtower
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. batman spoke up.
“There’s a topo on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
June 4, 18:02 EST
-----------------------------*
“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. batman spoke up.
“There’s a topo on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate por touching you), retractable ángel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered por KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused por her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate por touching you), retractable ángel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered por KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused por her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.