"What are tu going to do?"
"About what?"
"You can't pretend nothing happened, Blaze. Aleksander is out of control, and tu need to reign him in."
"I know." The fire-caster tightened his hands on the railing he leaned on, then flexed them, stretching the tight leather of his gloves. "And don't tu forget about your own charge, mate."
"Who, Jace?" Seeker scoffed. "He isn't a problem."
"He nearly got himself killed today," Nic argued, "That's not something that should go unaddressed."
Seeker shrugged. "Maybe it would be better if I simply... Relieved him."
The other male gave him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye. The wind was picking up, ruffling the blonde tufts of hair visible beneath the maroon fedora. His cold eyes were set on something in the distance.
"Declan," he waited for the blonde to look over a him, "I know that at the temple, where tu were raised and trained, that things were harsh. But tu can't abandon Jace."
"He's a child, he'll get over it."
"No, he won't," Nic assured him. "He trusts you. He would give up his life for you. What would tu teach him por doing this? That tu can't trust people?"
"You can't. It is better he learns that now."
"If that's how tu feel, perhaps I should train him myself." There was a stretch of silence before Declan nodded. "Perhaps."
Nic shook his head in amazement at the man's careless nature. He pushes off the rail, turned his back to the assassin, and took off in a flame fueled por enmity.
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"About what?"
"You can't pretend nothing happened, Blaze. Aleksander is out of control, and tu need to reign him in."
"I know." The fire-caster tightened his hands on the railing he leaned on, then flexed them, stretching the tight leather of his gloves. "And don't tu forget about your own charge, mate."
"Who, Jace?" Seeker scoffed. "He isn't a problem."
"He nearly got himself killed today," Nic argued, "That's not something that should go unaddressed."
Seeker shrugged. "Maybe it would be better if I simply... Relieved him."
The other male gave him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye. The wind was picking up, ruffling the blonde tufts of hair visible beneath the maroon fedora. His cold eyes were set on something in the distance.
"Declan," he waited for the blonde to look over a him, "I know that at the temple, where tu were raised and trained, that things were harsh. But tu can't abandon Jace."
"He's a child, he'll get over it."
"No, he won't," Nic assured him. "He trusts you. He would give up his life for you. What would tu teach him por doing this? That tu can't trust people?"
"You can't. It is better he learns that now."
"If that's how tu feel, perhaps I should train him myself." There was a stretch of silence before Declan nodded. "Perhaps."
Nic shook his head in amazement at the man's careless nature. He pushes off the rail, turned his back to the assassin, and took off in a flame fueled por enmity.
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Alias: Conscience
Age: 15
Appearance: he has kind of curly and wavy brown hair and crystal blue eyes.
Powers/Skills: he has the ability to read others problems and feelings and can talk to people in their minds helping them out, hes basically like your conscience and like a fortune cookie XD. Hes a very good consejos giver.
Civvies: he wears beige cargo pants and a green sweater with a snapback hat.
Personality: he is a very quiet and shy person ( especially around girls ) he is más on a bit of the nerdy side and smart side.
Past: unknown.
Name: Tina Fang
Alias: Nocturne
Appearance: Black hair that reaches her hips, ivory skin, black eyes.
Civvies: Leather dress, black tights.
'Stume: Picture!
Powers: Flight. Invisibilty.
Skills: Sword skills. Lockpicking.
Info: Tina is after her arch enemy, Ren. Who killed her sister, Ivy. And in order to get to Ren's hide-out, an ángel must come with her to guide and help destroy Ren, because he is too powerful to defeat por herself.
So, there tu go! Your welcome ángel Warrior Heart! X3