December 15, 2016 10:10 pm
Louisiana, U.S.A.
Somewhere in the Bayou
"Don't be like that, Katerina. Please, I brought you a natal present!"
"You want to give me something I would really like? How about a divorce?"
The man's dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I already gave you that, over a century ago."
"Then what the HELL are you doing in my house, Wilhelm Magnus?"
He paused and raised a tentative hand in defense. The warlock facing him was fuming. She had never been known for violence, but right then, Katerina's dark eyes gleamed with murder. Her antagonist glanced around the cabin's cozinha for help. The fluffy brown kitten curled up por the old wood stove offered no help. But the volume lying open on the cozinha mesa, tabela caught his attention.
"What is this?" Wilhelm went to the book without invitation. Not that he needed to be told what it was. "Why are you looking at a list of all the men who have died on this planet recently?"
There was no answer from the indignant witch.
"Are you looking for someone?"
Her dark hair was lustrous in the soft cozinha light. It fell past her high cheekbones, thin shoulders, green blouse, and long brown saia to nearly brushed the spotless floor. A careful eye could pick out a few scarce grey hairs among the otherwise flawless mahogany. Magnus forced himself to pay attention to the matter at hand.
"It just so happens I'm also looking for someone." He rested his thin fingers on the double-eagle's head of his cane. "A little girl. I recently got word she had fled the little nook I had tucked her away in for seguro keeping."
"You mean until you found use for her? I know how she feels. If she managed to get away from you, then good for her."
"I think she may be in contact with her brother."
Katerina's scowl disappeared. She blinked in surprise, a look rarely seen on a woman who had seen so much. Magnus smirked triumphantly. The woman's sneer returned. "Get out," she ordered.
"Now now, no need to be so defensive."
"I said OUT."
The male warlock lifted a hand in surrender and turned, walking purposefully to the door. He gave pause at the doorway. His voice was suddenly low and serious. "I know you contacted the boy at his father's funeral, Katerina. I also know that you know how dangerous those children can be, especially together."
"You mean if you manipulate them correctly? Aleksander kept himself out of the spotlight despite his father's madness. He's not a helpless prisoner anymore. Now that the old prince is dead, his son deserves peace."
"Perhaps, if he continues to earn it... but if either the brazen Aleksander or my sweet, darling anastasia pop their heads out of the sand... well, it's my duty as a warlock of this dimension to maintain the delicate balance."
Wilhelm Magnus lifted his hand in a wave and waltzed out of the cottage. Katerina quickly slammed the door shut and bolted it twice before returning to the book of dead mens' names, hoping the boy would be absent from the list for another day.
Louisiana, U.S.A.
Somewhere in the Bayou
"Don't be like that, Katerina. Please, I brought you a natal present!"
"You want to give me something I would really like? How about a divorce?"
The man's dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I already gave you that, over a century ago."
"Then what the HELL are you doing in my house, Wilhelm Magnus?"
He paused and raised a tentative hand in defense. The warlock facing him was fuming. She had never been known for violence, but right then, Katerina's dark eyes gleamed with murder. Her antagonist glanced around the cabin's cozinha for help. The fluffy brown kitten curled up por the old wood stove offered no help. But the volume lying open on the cozinha mesa, tabela caught his attention.
"What is this?" Wilhelm went to the book without invitation. Not that he needed to be told what it was. "Why are you looking at a list of all the men who have died on this planet recently?"
There was no answer from the indignant witch.
"Are you looking for someone?"
Her dark hair was lustrous in the soft cozinha light. It fell past her high cheekbones, thin shoulders, green blouse, and long brown saia to nearly brushed the spotless floor. A careful eye could pick out a few scarce grey hairs among the otherwise flawless mahogany. Magnus forced himself to pay attention to the matter at hand.
"It just so happens I'm also looking for someone." He rested his thin fingers on the double-eagle's head of his cane. "A little girl. I recently got word she had fled the little nook I had tucked her away in for seguro keeping."
"You mean until you found use for her? I know how she feels. If she managed to get away from you, then good for her."
"I think she may be in contact with her brother."
Katerina's scowl disappeared. She blinked in surprise, a look rarely seen on a woman who had seen so much. Magnus smirked triumphantly. The woman's sneer returned. "Get out," she ordered.
"Now now, no need to be so defensive."
"I said OUT."
The male warlock lifted a hand in surrender and turned, walking purposefully to the door. He gave pause at the doorway. His voice was suddenly low and serious. "I know you contacted the boy at his father's funeral, Katerina. I also know that you know how dangerous those children can be, especially together."
"You mean if you manipulate them correctly? Aleksander kept himself out of the spotlight despite his father's madness. He's not a helpless prisoner anymore. Now that the old prince is dead, his son deserves peace."
"Perhaps, if he continues to earn it... but if either the brazen Aleksander or my sweet, darling anastasia pop their heads out of the sand... well, it's my duty as a warlock of this dimension to maintain the delicate balance."
Wilhelm Magnus lifted his hand in a wave and waltzed out of the cottage. Katerina quickly slammed the door shut and bolted it twice before returning to the book of dead mens' names, hoping the boy would be absent from the list for another day.
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 dividido, dividir from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and dividido, dividir 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?” super-homem 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 toupeira 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?” super-homem 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 toupeira 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 angel 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 angel 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.