Eric stormed into the cave. “She’s gone.”
Delta looked up. “Who’s gone?”
“Your sister! She’s gone!”
“Phoenix?”
Eric threw his hands in the air. “You’re all hopeless. Yes, Phoenix!”
“How do tu know that?” Red dicho from the other side of the cave, beginning to stride closer. Ariel looked up from her spot on the couch, and Tanner came out of the hall, obviously just finishing a shower.
Eric sighed and sat on the couch, rubbing his forehead. “I went to meet up with her at her place. We talked a little, and both fell asleep, and when I woke up, she just wasn’t there.”
“Calm down, Eric,” Rowan said, sitting on the counter. Aisling smiled at him, and turned to Eric. “Phoenix is probably just on patrol o something.”
“No, that’s just it. I spent about three hours looking everywhere around the city; there was no sign of her. No ashes, no feathers, fire, nothing.”
Rene snapped her fingers. “Didn’t she used to hate someone?”
Everyone stared at her, and she blushed. “I mean, like, an enemy o something.”
Ciel gasped. “Oh, yeah! Chelsea!”
A growl resounded around the room. Fang cracked his knuckles. “She may bug me to all hell, but she’s still my sister. If Chelsea’s got her--”
“It’ll get bloody, quickly,” Harley hissed out. “We need to figure out if it is Chelsea, o just some misceláneo kidnapping. Was she in civvies?”
Eric nodded. “Chelsea does know her secret identity.”
“We need to get moving, then,” Red stated. “We have 24 hours.”
“No,” Delta muttered. “With Chelsea, we have about 5.”
~/:::::\~
Kyra’s eyes snapped open beneath a dark fabric. In the segundo she did so she knew she was trapped; the pain throbbing in her forehead and the dim redness she saw seeping into her left eye gave that away. Her feet were still bare, and even though the bottoms were rough and calloused, she felt a wood floor beneath them, along with a few pieces of gravel and straw. Shifting, she discovered her hands were cuffed together, and that the cuffs were gold. The sizzling noise and the pain that shot through her skin was alerting her to the immense danger of the specific metal.
She paused as she heard footsteps approaching on some type of gravel o dirt. The door swung open with a deafening screech, and she hissed in pain as something lifted her up, making the cuffs press further into her skin.
“Too pained to speak to an old friend?”
Chelsea’s voice seemed to drill into her skull, coming from all sides of the tiny garden shack. Kyra growled at her. “Friend my ass.”
Chelsea chuckled and pain shot through her wrists again as the cuffs were tightened. “I never thought tu were one for cliches, Chelsea.”
“I’m not, kid,” came the echo. “But I do have a proposition.”
“And what might that be?”
“We’ve never actually found out what happens when tu try to kill yourself... have we?”
Kyra stifled a gasp. This wasn’t possible. Chelsea didn’t have that amount of power.
“I’m giving your friends two hours to find you. If they don’t, I get to test out my new... skills.” A cruel snicker reached her ears before the blindfold was ripped off her eyes. A stinging sensation went through her neck and she slid back against the wall, the lights beginning to blur in her vision. “By the way,” came the dreaded voice. Kyra moaned as the world started to slip even further.
“I like your new name. Phoenix... I’ve always thought that suited you.”
Delta looked up. “Who’s gone?”
“Your sister! She’s gone!”
“Phoenix?”
Eric threw his hands in the air. “You’re all hopeless. Yes, Phoenix!”
“How do tu know that?” Red dicho from the other side of the cave, beginning to stride closer. Ariel looked up from her spot on the couch, and Tanner came out of the hall, obviously just finishing a shower.
Eric sighed and sat on the couch, rubbing his forehead. “I went to meet up with her at her place. We talked a little, and both fell asleep, and when I woke up, she just wasn’t there.”
“Calm down, Eric,” Rowan said, sitting on the counter. Aisling smiled at him, and turned to Eric. “Phoenix is probably just on patrol o something.”
“No, that’s just it. I spent about three hours looking everywhere around the city; there was no sign of her. No ashes, no feathers, fire, nothing.”
Rene snapped her fingers. “Didn’t she used to hate someone?”
Everyone stared at her, and she blushed. “I mean, like, an enemy o something.”
Ciel gasped. “Oh, yeah! Chelsea!”
A growl resounded around the room. Fang cracked his knuckles. “She may bug me to all hell, but she’s still my sister. If Chelsea’s got her--”
“It’ll get bloody, quickly,” Harley hissed out. “We need to figure out if it is Chelsea, o just some misceláneo kidnapping. Was she in civvies?”
Eric nodded. “Chelsea does know her secret identity.”
“We need to get moving, then,” Red stated. “We have 24 hours.”
“No,” Delta muttered. “With Chelsea, we have about 5.”
~/:::::\~
Kyra’s eyes snapped open beneath a dark fabric. In the segundo she did so she knew she was trapped; the pain throbbing in her forehead and the dim redness she saw seeping into her left eye gave that away. Her feet were still bare, and even though the bottoms were rough and calloused, she felt a wood floor beneath them, along with a few pieces of gravel and straw. Shifting, she discovered her hands were cuffed together, and that the cuffs were gold. The sizzling noise and the pain that shot through her skin was alerting her to the immense danger of the specific metal.
She paused as she heard footsteps approaching on some type of gravel o dirt. The door swung open with a deafening screech, and she hissed in pain as something lifted her up, making the cuffs press further into her skin.
“Too pained to speak to an old friend?”
Chelsea’s voice seemed to drill into her skull, coming from all sides of the tiny garden shack. Kyra growled at her. “Friend my ass.”
Chelsea chuckled and pain shot through her wrists again as the cuffs were tightened. “I never thought tu were one for cliches, Chelsea.”
“I’m not, kid,” came the echo. “But I do have a proposition.”
“And what might that be?”
“We’ve never actually found out what happens when tu try to kill yourself... have we?”
Kyra stifled a gasp. This wasn’t possible. Chelsea didn’t have that amount of power.
“I’m giving your friends two hours to find you. If they don’t, I get to test out my new... skills.” A cruel snicker reached her ears before the blindfold was ripped off her eyes. A stinging sensation went through her neck and she slid back against the wall, the lights beginning to blur in her vision. “By the way,” came the dreaded voice. Kyra moaned as the world started to slip even further.
“I like your new name. Phoenix... I’ve always thought that suited you.”
Before I unleash Hayden onto the world of RP (it should happen probably later tonight o tomorrow) there was one change I wanted to make to his bio. I didn't really wanna re-post the whole bio, so the only change is involving his personality.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
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
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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.
Name: Hayden Smythe
Hero Name: Matrix
Age: 16
Appearance: about 6’1”, muscular build, slightly tan skin, shaggy dirty blonde/light brown hair, blue-gray eyes
Civvies: See pic
‘Stume: Basically his civvies, but slightly modified (see pic)
Personality: quiet, down-to-earth, hostile at first, hot-tempered, has some trust issues, tough outer shell, a good liar, mysterious, rebellious
Powers: none
Skills: deception and manipulation, escape artist, lock picking, hacking, escaping from things, etc.
Weapons: mostly martial arts, but he’ll use whatever he can get his hands on, handy with tools
Bio: Hayden refuses to reveal his past. ((Mostly cuz I really don’t wanna figure it out right now..it’ll come. Eventually.))
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.