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 Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 3:58 pm
 xxxxxxIn the Training Room:
The last thing the Atlantean had expected was for the man to turn into a cloud of sand when she’d grabbed his ‘tie.’ She had only been curious about it and hadn’t meant any harm. However, when he went back to normal, she smiled excitedly and made a comment about all of the fascinating abilities she had seen in the surface world so far. There were Atlanteans with with them as well, but it didn’t seem as diverse. Telepathy, hydrokinesis, etc… Up here they had people who could turn into sand and speak any language, and who knew what everyone else could do?
She still didn’t really understand what a businessman was when Aman answered her question. Just that it was different than being a regular man and required different attire. And he was retired.
She would have stuck around to learn more about him but when they were assigned to a partner, she happily met with hers. Dahlia was strange - different from the surface people. She was from hell, as she had told them. It was supposed to be a bad place, right? But she didn’t seem that bad to the Atlantis native. She said some scary things, but seemed more wondrous than evil. And as another who was curious and in awe at her new home, Lola felt at least a little kinship with her. She was from a different place, with different norms and traditions - and morals, clearly. Lola could relate, and while others seemed offput by her, the Atlantean was drawn to her.
She asked about the exercise - who was it that should be blindfolded - but rather than waiting for an answer, volunteered for it. The demon didn’t seem to have a preference and the bubbly sea creature happily tied the blindfold over her eyes. But, as her partner mentioned, it wasn’t their turn yet. They would have to wait, but she left her blindfold. “I wonder how long we have to wait…”
Dahlia was impatient as well, but eager to fight rather than participate in the exercise. Lola lifted her blindfold to allow big blue eyes to peek out at the woman as she spoke in dismay, voicing her desire for violence. “We fight against violence, Dahlia. To protect people.” She informed the woman. “Don’t worry though, there’s a lot of violence to fight in the world. I’m sure we’ll find plenty.” She told her with a small smile. She didn’t want to completely discourage the demoness, but she should probably know that they were supposed to be against violence. It was clear she didn’t really understand the place Dahlia had come from, she just knew it was different, and maybe scary?
Her attention was drawn to the first pair traversing the electrified obstacle course - Deacon and Savanna - when she heard the lady’s screaming. She stepped forward, instinctively willing to help, but stopped dead in her tracks when she realized she had no idea how to do so. Blue eyes searched around but before they found what they were looking for, the fell on a strange little man that had suddenly appeared in the training room. He seemed to be the cause of her teammate’s electrocution and she watched him curiously until he suddenly vanished, just as quickly as he had appeared.
When he spoke again her eyes darted over to his voice to see him standing at the feet of a caped man she hadn’t noticed before (Nightwing). And then he was gone again. But the room began to fill with water. And not just any water. “Bubbles?” She thought aloud, a subtle smile spreading across her face as she knelt down to scoop some up in her hands. The rising water didn’t alarm her in the least. In fact, it hardly even registered in her mind. She lived in the ocean, it was the absence of water that was always strange to her, she felt at home in a room filling with it.
Head turned to the caped man when he called out to her. She was the only Atlantean in the room, after all. It wasn’t until he questioned her ability to breathe in this water that she really considered the possibility that it wasn’t so harmless. A quizzical expression stared down at the rising water and she cupped her hands to dip in it and examine a little closer. “This isn’t normal water…” She stated obviously, realizing it for the first time. She knew seawater, and freshwater. But not this. Was it the bubbles? “I don’t know,” Eyes returned to the man, a slightly disheartened face. “I can try. I’ve never been in water like this…” Why did he want to know? Was there something she could do to help everyone? Even if she would be fine in this water, the others didn’t have gills as far as she could tell. They didn’t breathe underwater like her.
She got up to move over to the man, quickly noticing how slippery this strange water made everything. She had good balance though, and picked her steps carefully, distributing the weight into her bare feet to keep herself from sliding too much as she walked over to him. “Do you have a plan?” She questioned energetically, up for helping out in any way she could. “What can I do?”
The door was locked, she’d heard others talking about trying to knock it down. Maybe she could help. It couldn’t be that hard to knock a door down, could it?
“Is that the only way out?” She asked, pointing at the door. If it was, they should probably help their teammates. If not, they could try to get out another way while their teammates tried the door. Or they could try to stop the water. Where was it coming from anyway? And did this room have a drain? Maybe that was why he wanted to know if she could breathe in this water, so she could find the drain and let all the water out?
“My room has a drain in it to empty the water. Maybe this one does too!” Of course, there was also a large tank in her room. That didn’t mean the training room couldn’t have something like a drain. Somewhat elated at her idea, the enthusiastic sea dweller took the caped man by the arm to drag him along with her. “Let’s go look!”
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 2:46 am
  Isabella eyed the Watch Tower critically, shielding her eyes so the sun behind it didn’t blind her. It wasn't the tallest structure in the area, but still. She’d never actually made it into Metropolis proper before League Officials had effectively quarantined and shepherded her directly to Superman. Batgirl had thoughtfully spared her the indignities of how they’d come to know one another, but she hadn’t been as sparing when it came to her strange curse. A voice in the back of her mind called them gifts, but at the time it was merely frustrating. Superman had been kind, intrigued, but thoroughly convinced she wasn’t ready for the world. Or maybe it wasn’t ready for her. He was shocked that she hadn’t brought buildings down by accident.
Bella had tried to convince the man that she was only checking in on a friend; Not trying to cause undo trouble or apply for his rag tag group of super hero munchkins—But he seemed not to hear her. She shied away from questions, unwilling to demonstrate her ability…But constant interrogation with someone who could literally see through you was not fun.
It didn’t help that he was incredibly reasonable. It was hard as heck to keep fighting someone that genuinely seemed to be trying their best to help. She carried a small, fashionable tote bag in one hand, and typed absently with the other on a slim phone that she’d been provided once they realized she well and truly couldn’t talk. A League Official named Graham, her escort in Superman’s absence, piled out of the hovering town car behind her, unloading her luggage to a trolley without complaint.
One thing was for sure, the siren didn’t pack light.
‘Are you sure about this?’
A male voice rang in her ear through a nigh invisible hands free device, causing the sound user to make a petulant face at the laughter that followed her clear hesitation. ‘Yes. You’ll find the Junior League members’ far better company than I am. I know you’re frightened, but you can’t hide forever.’
‘I’m not scared—’, Bella shot back quickly, indignance leaking through her typed words. It caused a dignified chuckle to escape her current benefactor, and that only made her face scrunch up more. He’d been the one to lock her away in the first place. ‘—And I wasn’t hiding!’
‘No?’
Isabella sighed softly in response, careful not to make a sound as she did so. She hadn’t been hiding at first… But after watching the chaos on the news, she couldn’t help but cower behind a red caped Kryptonian. Nothing could get past him. ‘I just…’
‘Go, Isabella. You’ll be fine.’
Hearing Graham approach, she wished Mr. Kent farewell for the moment, and splashed on an effortlessly charismatic smile. It wasn't her handlers fault she could be a total chicken. Appreciation wove itself neatly into her expression while she dashed silly fears away, resting a grateful hand in the crook of the man’s uniformed arm. He blushed from ear to ear, despite being used to her familiarity. It was definitely one of the more enjoyable assignments he’d ever been given. The lovely woman, though mute, never failed at articulating herself. “We better get you in to registration Miss Stone. It’s going to take some time, I don’t think they were expecting you.”
Bella left her things in her designated quarters, pretty much given free rein to look around while Graham finished her paperwork. She’d need to unpack, but she was much too curious to do something so menial right then. Tinkering with a device that she’d been given she assumed it was to be used for communication between team members. Stuffing the clunky thing snug into the back pocket of her dark wash skinny jeans, she decided that it wouldn’t do much for her. She couldn’t speak, and it didn’t seem to have a keyboard.
At this point, she was running out of pockets between her cellular and this new comm device—But she didn’t feel like carrying around a purse in the watchtower. It seemed silly. Pressing an errant wave of auburn hair behind her ear she peeked around the corner, deliberately muffling the sounds of her high heels. The particular clack they made in the living quarters made her nervous. Where was everyone?
She perused several areas, the kitchen and recreation center among them. There was a nice piano she wouldn’t mind getting her hands on in one of the far corners. It wasn’t long before she found herself standing in front a large sealed metal door. Following the hallway down a little further, she was able to find an observation deck for what looked to be a training center. There were buttons and monitors everywhere—but most obvious were the screens that displayed those training from several angles.
The young woman found it strange that no one seemed to be watching this room. Everything looked terribly high tech and important.
Bells observed them blind fold each other, curiosity causing her to sit near a viewing window to watch the session unfold. She listened to their conversations without really focusing on the words, emerald eyes darting this way and that—A glimmer of recognition and relief flickering through her at the sight of a familiar caped crusader. Cassandra had never doubted that Nightwing could take care of himself.
Isabella obviously hadn’t shared the same sentiments.
For the most part it seemed like a normal exercise, that is, until two people fell and the screaming started. Rubbing her ear reflexively she craned her neck to see if the two that had fallen were all right, but her attention was sidetracked by a midget cute old man popping in and out of the existence.
Not long after that she saw a light on the control panel to her left switch to ‘Lock Down’. The voices that echoed through the speakers from down below were sharp. It didn’t a genius to see that something was clearly amiss. Soapy water started filling the training area and her head tilted, a little confused. What could possibly be the point of that? Had the little old man decided that the occupants of the training area were completely filthy and in need of a bath?
It wasn’t until she realized that the water wasn’t draining that she understood air would likely become an issue. Bright eyes moved over the control panel, hovering near the ‘Lock Down’ light—Looking for the proper switch. There didn’t seem to be any way for her to reach anyone for help. It wasn’t as if she could simply pick up a phone and call someone. A.) She couldn’t tell them what was wrong without killing them, and B.) She had no idea what number to call. Nothing was labeled ‘Your new teammates are going to drown, reach this number for tech support.’
Mentally crossing her fingers she flicked the first switch up, but there was no change. She tried a few others, and eventually she could hear the door locks try to disengage, but it seemed like they were stuck. It took her some time—But while scouring the control panel she found an emergency release and pulled down hard on the lever, figuring that since all else had failed, this might have an effect.
To her relief the doors grudgingly disengaged and unlocked, spilling a torrent of soapy water down the hallway.
Bella eyed the deluge disparagingly, sucking in a breath of air through her teeth. Her hand found the back of her head, expression turning sheepish.
‘Ooopsie.’
[OOC: Actions approved by moderators....]
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 3:39 am
☠ є▬т▬н▬α▬и ▬ ם▬α▬ω▬и ☠
☠ ℓ♦σ♦c♦α♦т♦ι♦σ♦и ➽ σ♦в♦s♦є♦я♦v♦α♦т♦ι♦σ♦и ♦ я♦σ♦σ♦м ☠ 
Ethan was currently seated in his room, in full suit and currently cloaked so as to not be bothered by anybody. The ex-spy was glad that he’d not been forced into the session. It seemed like a waste of time. All of it was a waste of time really. The sooner it was over the sooner they could get back to more important things.
Trust exercises were meant for civilians in his eyes. Not trained assassins/spies, it was beneath him. Brightside was that he could watch everyone fail miserably when applicable. With that thought in mind, the man got up and walked towards the observation tower. No doubt the session was underway by now. Remaining cloaked to avoid any unwanted distractions, his arrival showed him a woman at the control panel hitting button after button.
Looking her over, Ethan noted she had a nice figure before he watched as she struggled to find the right switch to hit to turn everything off. It was taking her long enough that he decided it would be easier to just tell her the right switch.
‘Try that lever over there.’ He spoke still cloaked, or rather would have spoke, but the woman seemed to find it on her own. It seemed she at least had a brain and was good for something. A plus in her favor in Ethan’s mind.
After it was flipped the room opened up and started empty the contents of the room into the hall, the woman adopted a sheepish look. Standing up and uncloaking, the now visible man looked her over from beneath his helmet. “Who are you?” He asked simply and calmly, clearly she wasn’t an enemy or the woman wouldn’t have tried to open the doors to save the drowning people, but that didn’t mean there had to be trust or anything of the sort.
Besides he was confident enough in his own abilities to be able to handle one woman if the need should arise. Before long the rest of them would arrive in the room with all their noise and Ethan would sooner be cloaked again by the time they did arrive than have to listen to it.
(OOC: Nothing special... PM me if I missed something.)
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 4:57 pm
 d r e a m i n g about the things ↺ t h a t . w e could be
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWe'll be counting stars yeah we'll be counting stars
If she was bothered by his apparent lack of manners, she concealed it well. As it stood, the biokinetic had dealt with plenty enough people to take a brusque nature in stride, and not take it personal. She'd complimented him on his observations about the twins and conversationally asked what he'd picked up about her.
For a moment after he answered, she didn't think he cared to elaborate, and she wasn't going to force the issue. But then, as though he were some computer program, he rattled off the inane first. She grinned despite herself when he called her reckless. "I'm a nurse." The dark-haired beauty replied, avoiding mentioning her biokinesis. Eventually, she knew she would have to, but coming into a new place where people were prone to be hurt, she didn't want them thinking she was a miracle worker. Too many times had that happened already. "But you only get one life... why approach it with fear?" She asked with a cavalier sort of shrug, confirming his first observation. What he said of her learning style was partially true - hands on worked well for her assortment of talents. "Besides, if they had intended harm, would they not have just attacked instead of introducing themselves?" It was a solid point, she thought - regardless of how ominous their presence had felt. "I mean... I really still don't like the idea of leaving Deacon alone with them... but obviously they meant no danger to my immediate person."
Granted her observation was late in coming, wholly unused to the dangerous life that the League members lived and entirely new at summing up the intentions of shady people. But she doubted Nightwing had read her that clearly. He'd merely said he thought her reckless.
It didn't take them long to make their way to the training room, and Deacon arrived shortly after - introducing the three newest members of his team to the group. One girl waved, and Gabriella returned the greeting. "It's nice to meet you, Lola." She said with an award winning smile. Already she decided she liked the bubbly nature of that one. If no one else shared that personality, she'd at least find solace in the girl's friendliness.
Along with the girl, the ironman made her feel a little more at home in the training room. He'd made a glib about how he wished he got hurt a little more often, and Bree thankfully took it the way he'd intended. She threatened tonic for the fakers, and didn't even bother to hide her musical laugh when he gave back as good as he'd got.
Mason's downtrodden expression garnered a small iota of guilt from her, but not enough to break her teasing grin. He accused her of trying to scare him off before she got to know him and she shrugged, a graceful move of her shoulders. "I've heard it told that you super-hero types are nothing but trouble." She shot back with a grin before donning her best damsel expression. It matched her dainty features a little too perfectly. "You can't blame a girl for doing what she can to protect herself." An easy laugh tumbled from her lips then, all but evaporating her more innocent countenance.
"You are free to come visit the sick bay at any time." She assured him from across the room. "Without pretending to be ill... or harming yourself to the point of severe bodily injury."
Once Deacon explained the exercise, they broke off into assigned pairs. Her partner for the activity seemed polite enough, even if he obviously had a bone to pick with their leader. Considering it wasn't any of her business, she pretended as though she'd seen nothing and greeted him with the same respect he'd given her.
Her hand dropped to her side after they shook and exchanged names. "Southern Wales." She obliged him an answer, a soft smile playing in her expression. "And here I thought I'd gotten better at hiding it." She joked, oceanic eyes alight with her good humor. "When I first came to America, I had ruddy men and women nipping at my heels to hear me speak... so enamored with a European accent I decided it'd be best to hide the flavor of my country." She explained, dropping all of her efforts to sound American so that he could experience the full effect.
"Not only that, but I'm quite sure they hadn't a clue as to what I was actually saying."
He suggested he wear the blindfold first, and relief washed over her so visibly that the iceman commented on it. "I don't know when you last hit the gym, but it's been a mite of time for myself." She admitted, not counting the self defense classes she'd taken a month ago. While she stayed in shape... she wasn't so confident to think she could do an obstacle course blind. It'd be better to downplay her strengths right now, rather than let him have high expectations and be disappointed.
"You were an officer?" She asked, genuinely interested when he mentioned being tazed at the police academy. "I'd considered that route briefly... well, more I thought of becoming a fire fighter at one point." She'd be ideal for that position, considering her ability to heal. "But when I heard how much the equipment weighs..." The biokinetic scrunched her nose to convey her displeasure. "I thought better of it. " Grabbing one of her toned but modest biceps to emphasize her point she laughed. "These aren't exactly the lugging around heavy objects kind of arms."
Plucking the bandana from his hands, she stepped behind him to tie it. "Well hopefully, you won't have to find out how much of a jolt it is." Her hands were quick, despite the fact that she had to stand on the tips of her toes to reach behind his ears. Men were always so tall. She promised to take care of his injuries should he incur any, and he asked how. "I'm sure I have some burn ointment in my first aid kit... and pain killers for any lingering effects." No doubt he would remember she'd been hired as the nurse for the team as soon as she said it.. "Unfortunately kisses don't make things better unless you're still a child, and it's from your mother." She teased, once again sidestepping the question.
The ice man seemed infinitely patient while she gained her bearings. "Just after Savanna and Deacon finish..." Bree murmured, eyes carefully taking in Savanna's curt but concise orders. "Did you want to watch them?"
No sooner had she asked, Savanna and Deacon's demonstration went catastrophically wrong and some little imp made an appearance. What in the world was that? Her eyes fell agog, watching in bewilderment as the being with a purple bowler hat pranced through the air.
Aiden snatched off his bandana in a hurry, but already the room had started to fill with bubbles. "I don't know who he was..." She said nervously, picking up her feet from the sticky floor to separate herself from it.
She nodded when he asked her to look over Savanna and Deacon's injuries, and instantly an icy bridge formed to them. "Thanks." She said breathlessly, her feet already carrying her toward her old friend and his partner.
By the end of her run, her feet lost their sure footing and she slid on her knees the rest of the way to the pair. If any of her skin came loose under her clothing, she hadn't noticed. "Are you okay?" She asked, placing a gentle hand on each of them. Quickly, she assessed their injuries, checking for breaks. Subtly, she steeped out the edge of their pain, lessening it in a way that they wouldn't suspect her of doing so. "You might have a nasty bruise where you landed." She said sympathetically.
"But if you think nothing is broken... we should probably get you off this floor." They were currently sitting in the lowest part of the room; no doubt it'd fill up over their heads soon enough. Grabbing Savanna's shoulder, she hoisted herself underneath it to hold her steady. "Deacon, if you'll grab the other side of her and help her to her feet..." They didn't have much time to get out of here.
The other team members scrambled to find a way out, each doing what they could to collectively provide an escape plan. She could have sworn she'd heard the maniacal laughter echo above them, but she attributed much of it to her own delusions in the midst of their panic.
As if sent an angel, the doors creaked open and the rising levels of bubbles and soapy water washed out into the hallway like a torrent. "How long do you think this flood will last?" She asked the team lead, noticing no actual halt in the growing foam. Would it fill up the whole watch tower now? Perhaps if they shut the doors again... the little impish man would give up on the assault.
Glancing at Savanna, a frown cut between her brows, mottling her otherwise willowy features. "I'd like to get ice on that.."
 ✄ - - ϲ υ ɾ ɾ е ɳ ț ϲ ѻ ɱ ρ ɑ ɳ у ↺Nightwing; the entire team - Mason; Aiden, Deacon and Savanna ✄ - - ϲ υ ɾ ɾ е ɳ ț ɭ ѻ ϲ ɑ ț ɩ ѻ ɳ
↺Hallway, the training room.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 9:50 pm
 
"Right." Savanna said in response to Aurelio. He was a little more tactful with his words than she had been. At this point though, she didn't care much for tact.
Though as the conversation moved and shifted, she couldn't help but smirk as she threw up her hands in his direction. "I was only joking." She said. Though it was interesting to see what buttons she needed to push to get a rise out of him. She shook her head after a moment as she listened. "I just figured telepathy would be a jump off, you know mind to mind communication seeing as you can have a com device too long. Until like she said, someone figures out how to make it play nice." She gave another shrug. She continued to listen to the two, though was some what glad when Deacon came in.
He called the group together, dishing out partners for this 'trust' exorcise that he planned. Of course she had been paired with the somewhat incompetent leader. A frown had set into her features as she reluctantly followed his order. Though soon enough the orders had been hers to give. It was true she was curt with her direction to the leader, but she figured it would be best to give simple concise orders so he wouldn't get too confused or overwhelmed.
Shortly after they began, they came across a tightrope obstacle that made Savanna curse. After a brief conversation about how to deal with it, they began. Sadly they only made it half way though before plummeting to an electrocuted pile on the floor. Savanna had screamed for someone to shut it off.
Savanna's eyes were closed as the pair hit the ground. The shock wasn't high enough to do any real damage to Savanna's person, though on top of the pain of landing on her hip, she was more than annoyed. She could register someone laughing at her and deacon, even above her yell to turn off the course. Another growl escaped her throat, heaven help who ever thought this was funny. Thankfully though the course turned off, making it slightly easier for her to move. She rolled to her side before placing a hand firmly on her hip, trying to rub away the pain.
"Just peachy, you?" Savanna answered as she shot a glare to Deacon. Obviously they were both in some pain, and the last thing she wanted was stupid questions. Again she closed her eyes, her hand working in circular motion. Sometimes when you were in pain, you just had to lie there for a minute. "What the hell happened?" She questioned. She heard another voice, a different voice, saying something about cleaning up their act.
Savanna's face contorted in confusion as a bubble popped on her cheek. Again her eyes opened, just in time to see the room begin to fill with bubbles. "Is this supposed to be another part of the exercise?" Savanna asked curtly. Some how she wouldn't put it past Deacon to torture them like this, simply choosing to injure himself to make it seem like it wasn't him. Yes, she had caught a glimpse of the little gnome man, but it could have been programming, or hell someone he asked to help him out.
Savanna couldn't help the glare that she sent Gabriella's way as the 'nurse' asked if they were okay. Why was that everyone's go to question? Especially when people were obviously in pain. "Oh yeah, no. Perfectly fine. I just felt the need to lie down for a nap in the middle of our run though." The poor girl didn't deserve the irritation growing in Savanna, but it seemed unavoidable. She did her best to sit, though resting anything on her right side seemed to cause a shooting pain. She leaned towards her left, trying to lessen the pressure.
Again she looked to Gabriella as she felt the woman place a hand on her. The concern the woman had shown was not lost on her, but she felt it was unneeded. She nodded in agreement when Gabriella said she would have a nasty bruise. She knew nothing was broken, if it has been she would have been in more pain. She gave another nod, already feeling the water begin to pool around her, as the pain ebbed slightly. She accepted their help begrudgingly, letting them go as soon as she found her balance. "Thanks." She mumbled.
They made their way out of the pit, Savanna moving slower than she had before. She knew she would be sore for a few days, though it could have been much worse. In most cases she would have been able to land on her feet, though because she had been holding on to Deacon, she could only assume that's what had thrown her body off balance. A sigh passed her lips as she watched the others, trying to figure out a way out. Her hand placed it's self back on her injured hip as the doors began to open. Her eyes narrowed, unsure of what would be standing outside them.
Vanna relaxed slightly as she saw a dark haired woman standing there. The look on her face didn't seem to brandish any harm, and the fact that Ethan was there beside her relaxed Savanna even more. Perhaps it was another new recruit? Her eyes fought to roll towards the heavens. She didn't have the energy to question it at the moment. Chocolate orbs went to Gabreilla once more. "Yeah, I'll do that as soon as I can." The woman had done enough for Savanna, she could take care of the rest herself. "Thanks again." She said as she limped and slid on soapy water past everyone else to the hall. She paused, realizing that they might still be in some trouble. She turned, eyes landing on Deacon, awaiting his orders on what do to.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 3:51 pm
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The sincere honesty struck her as if she'd been slapped across the face when he said she couldn't disappoint him. He didn't know that. Couldn't know that. Her own crystal-like eyes shimmered with fear then, her conscience reminding her that he was a cop, even if he no longer carried the badge. His straight-laced morality would bid him to think ill of the decisions she had made if he learned of them.
And a part of her knew that her secret wouldn't stay buried forever... and with the way Deacon kept choosing high profile cases, it'd be sooner rather than later. She'd be stripped of her hiding place before she could make use of the tech systems she had joined to exploit.
She'd hoped she could find Cody before the league discovered her past.
Shifting her posture to rely more heavily one one side, the pyrokinetic felt uncomfortable under the weight of his gaze. He had put what he wanted out there, claiming he'd wait for her to be ready. For his sake, she tried for a smile, but even she felt it waver.
To the Training Session…
Aiden whispered that the whole thing reminded him of summer camp, and the blond shook her head, contemplative as she admitted she'd never gone. Shrugging, a smile spread across her features. "Like my dad was going to let me go somewhere that boys could sneak into my room." She snipped back accusingly. For his sake, she was trying to appear normal, even if she was still a little freaked out about the conversation they'd had in the gym.
It didn't help that they were facing the team again, and the last time they'd been in a group, she'd made a fool of herself. Her gaze held ice when he mentioned putting mud in her hair, eyes narrowing at the thought. Had anyone ever done that to her as a child, she might have super glued their head to the pillow and rigged a bucket of fish guts above their door.
She shook her head once at the mention of frogs, slightly fearful that he might see her skin visibly crawling at the thought. "If any boy had done that to me, he'd wake up without hair as I'd set his entire head on fire." She stated sassily, as if to tell him he better not enrich her with the experience.
Once they split off into pairs, Karmen walked over to Mason, who had noticed her absence and asked about it when she was within conversational distance. She nodded when he responded about her brother, sounding somewhat relieved that it hadn't ended badly.
"Yeah, he had me worried for a minute... I didn't even bother to tell Deacon I was leaving. I got the call and sort of panicked." She admitted, not the least bit sheepish about expressing how much Ron meant to her to a teammate. Of the Justice League members, Mason remained one of her favorites - even if he'd been trying to pry into her private life when she first joined. The pyrokinetic highly doubted he remembered her secretive attitude towards what she'd been looking up on the computer.
Distracted by her conversation with her partner, Karmen did not feel Nightwing's spying assessment; she had no idea he was profiling her based on what she said or didn't say to Mason.
A genuine smile graced her features when the Ironman voiced a guess that she would only answer so many questions about herself, and she pushed her hair out of her eyes, clearly fiddling at the spot on judgment.. "I'm open to questions mostly..." She corrected, trying to sound wholly truthful.
Most of the time, the pyrokinetic preferred others to be the center of the conversation. People seemed to enjoy talking about themselves more than hearing about anyone else... and she'd rather people not get too curious about her past.
When she blushed, Mason grinned, the expression almost what she could describe as demonic. "Don't you be getting any ideas now." She mumbled, angry with herself for so easily revealing her embarrassment.
Dangling the blindfold in front of him, Karmen appeared the picture of innocence, no malice intended from wanting him to go first. The man said he trusted her, but she snickered when he asked if he could transform into his iron state without her being offended. With a shrug, blue eyes sparkled from her amusement. "Don't trust me that far, eh?" She asked, the lilt in her tone teasing. "I wouldn't be offended, so long as you don't expect me to catch you should your heavy side lose footing." Glancing up at the ropes, she wondered if they'd withstand that amount of weight.
As she handed him the handkerchief to be used as a blindfold, the blond promised not to cop a feel while he wasn't able to defend himself from shameless passes, and his response was typically male. "I can think of several, so don't worry." She assured him, shaking her head disbelievingly. What a lech. At least, she decided, he was funny about it. His humor made her feel a little more at ease with being back on the team.
Deacon and Savanna had offered to demonstrate, and Karmen winced when the rope gave out from under their feet. She inhaled sharply, her hand covering her mouth as she watched in horror. "Probably a good idea not to use your iron side for that." She said quietly, doing her best to maintain focus and not freak out at the sight of injuries.
A man in a purple bowler hat tumbled through the air then, laughing maniacally. Sliding a questioning glance to her partner, her query clear in her expression. Just who the hell was that guy? Within an instant, the room started to fill with bubbles and Mason lost his footing. His hand latched onto her arm, and she took an unstable step back in order to right herself. "Whoa." She said, sliding her feet a few more times before she regained her bearings.
The foam was already climbing high on her calf. As the team scrambled to find a way out, Aiden called out to Mason, asking if he'd be able to kick in the door to gain their freedom. As the ironman started for the door, he looked back to her, asking if she was coming.
Already, she felt like a drowning cat, her hair soaking up the suds in an uncomfortably sticky way. Nervously, she nodded and followed suit, slender fingers curling around his as they made their way toward the exit. Her eyes were frantically looking for a platform for her to climb to. If things continued to rise and she started to panic... the water underneath the bubbles might boil the team alive from her touch.
They needed to get out of here, and fast.
"Not good. Not good." She muttered under her breath, the bubbles still piling high.
But just as she'd opened her mouth to warn Mason and Aiden of the potential problem, the doors swung open. With as close as she was to the door, the current dragged her face first onto the floor. "Thank god." She mumbled, pushing her now sopping wet hair over one shoulder as she stood.
"Who was that guy?" She asked to no one in particular.
Eyeing the stranger, Karmen smiled - not at all dissuaded to speak to her by the abashed expression on the woman's face. "Are you the one who kept us from drowning?" She asked, her tone grateful. For now, she didn't mention how close they might have been to being just like lobsters thrown into the pot of boiling water.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 8:28 am
Where are you going? She wanted to ask as her brother slipped from her side, their gazes briefly meeting before he turned away from her and toward a blonde. Who looked more like a child than a grown woman. Reina’s gaze swept the slender body of the woman, her lips briefly pursing before approaching footsteps drew her attention elsewhere. Her brow arched at the sight of the approaching male. He was clearly of Arabic decent and her gaze quickly swept down his form.
Each step he took toward her was filled with confidence. The smile that twisted his lips was meant to be friendly but in truth all it did was annoy her. It was both cocky and arrogant in a way that must have been pleasing toward most women.
She was not phased in the least. Men. She gave a mental roll of the eyes before offering him a similar smile. “Pleasure.” She murmured slipping her hands into the tight front pockets of her leather pants, her thumbs hooking in the belt loops.
“It was thoughtful of you.” Even with her kind words and silky tones, inside her head she was going over every possible way to kill him. Pressure point to a special bundle of nerve endings would cause instant paralysis, with the right amount of pressure. A single hit to a weak spot in his chest, would be instant death. And don’t forget about the most obvious ones. Bullet to the scull. Slicing open his throat from ear to ear. She could go on and on. Each new way more spectacular than the last.
But that wouldn’t look well with her new boss and after all she wanted this. She’d just forgot the part about polite society where you couldn’t kill someone just for looking at you the wrong way.
Alexandreina’s gaze shifted from the Arabic and glanced toward the petite woman who had been standing near him. Tilting her head to the side. “Your partner, yes?” She asked, her gaze flicking back toward him before returning to the other woman. She instantly flipped through the photographs that she’d committed to memory and then plugged in her name.
“Shall we then?” She asked, merely for courtesy’s sake before walking past Aman and heading over to great the doe eyed woman.
“Hello.” The young Russian murmured with a sweet smile. “My name is Reina. ” She looked toward the male briefly before returning her gaze.
“We’re the only trio. So, how might you wish to do this?” She directed the question toward them both. Curious about their ideas. There were a few possibilities that came to mind. One, two of them could be lead through the course at the same time making it that much more difficult and risking one or all three of them plummeting toward the electrical hell below.
Or two could direct one, which could be even more fatal than one person doing the navigation. Either way she was left with another more important question – where did that put her? She was new. She had no established relationship with either person. Which would likely land her blindfolded and being lead about like a dog on a leash. But her inner assassin cried out against such a thing. Rebelling at the idea of leaving herself open to an attack. Her lips pursed in thought as she glanced up toward the obstacle course and watched half heartedly as Savannah and Deacon both began to make their way through it.
Decisions, decisions.
A foul Russian curse slipped from her lips as something jerked sharply upon her pony tail, causing her head to jerk backwards. She whipped her hand back behind her, faster than the eye could follow only to catch air. Her brows furrowed as she turned her head and carefully swept her hair over her shoulder examining the strands. She looked over her shoulder only to find no one near enough to have pulled her hair. Unless they were invisible…
Just as the thought entered her head a yelp of surprised drew her gaze toward the obstacle course and the bouncing rope where Deacon and Savannah had once been. Now however they were in a crumbled twitching heap on the floor before the electricity was cut. Reina glanced back at her brother before slowly moving her gaze around the room, shifting slightly more so to the balls of her feet, her legs shoulder width apart. There was something here, something they couldn’t see and it was toying with them. Ever instinct instinct in her body told her that she was on the right path but before she could make heads or tails of it, it appeared.
At first glance she was sure that it was a child, playing some sort of tricks upon the group but as it clutched it’s toes and did a few backwards somersaults she realized that thought it had a youthful, cherubic glow to it it was anything but. Her brow arched, watching it as it erupted into a fit of giggles and then began a game of hid and go seek. Disappearing and reappearing as it bounced about the room.
Her fingers tingled, her eyes swirled with multi shades of browns as she studied it but before she could gain a pattern with it’s movements and maybe stop it, it disappeared and laughter rang out in the room. So thick you could touch it. It was soon followed by the grinding of gears and locks falling into place that made her stomach sink. With gritted teeth she watched as the suds began to fill the room. Slowly rising up. She growled and lifted on boot clad foot, wondering for a moment if whatever this sticky substance was if her boots would be able to hold up to it.
Reina glanced to her companions. “Anyway you could open a window?” She asked glancing around the room as other team members did their best to figure out how to handle this latest development. She wasn’t one for working with others, aside from Dru but the way they all broke apart rather than coming together did not bode well for any of them. She shook her head, her gaze falling back to the suds the slowly ate up her calf. Some of it leaking passed the zipper of her boots, covering her skin with slippery soapyiness. She ground her teeth together.
The familiar charge of her power crackled at her finger tips. If she could only find access to a window, then maybe she could clear out the soapy mess, left behind by the sadistic Nome. Maybe then she would be able to find the little imp and thank him ever so much for ruining her boots. She gritted her teeth and glanced at either of her compaionions wondering what help they could offer her when the doors were forced open. The sound of the watery soap sounded like a roar as it slipped out into the empty space of the hallway but it did very little to help with the still rising suds that were left behind. “Oh this. This is wonderful.” Even if she did manage to get to a window it looked like the bubbly concoction would not be foiled so easily. “So do either of you have any ideas…” Did any of them?
ooc// sorry for the long wait.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 11:38 am
Deacon Richards
Location: Right outside the Observation Room
Thoughts: Well now, let’s go figure out a “Plan B” The electricity surged through him, the crackle of the electrons cascading over his cells burn across his body. His body shorted out, the phasing abilities he inherited activating and reactivating across only sections of his body. Electricity is one of the few things he was without question afraid of, simply because of what it does to his body. It messed with his powers, put him in considerable pain. He’d only experienced the effects a couple of times, each time it was not pleasant in the slightest. Savannah provided her usual attitude when it came to responding to questions when he asked if she was ok, to which he replied in kind, “I feel…” he started, letting out a growl as he felt the electricity again, “...like a million bucks.” The sight of an ice bridge had been a relief, no doubt Aiden’s work as Bree came down to check on them. The bubbles he was now seeing had begun to bubble and flood the chamber. The blaring sounds of the lockdown procedures pierced his ears. She checked them over and helped get Savannah up to her feet. Everyone began scrambling to find a way out, several of them (Nightwing, Karmen, Mason) were considering breaking the door down. Lola was considering finding a drain, both of which were pretty good ideas. However, Deacon realized that this room was reinforced with some strong materials, and the drainage system wasn’t equipped to handle something like this. A design flaw he’d have words with the contractors with very soon. Savannah asked if he had anything to do with what exactly was happening, as he slung his arm to hoist her up, “I wish I did, I’m not this much of a practical joker.” He helped get the three of them out of there, just as the door to the chamber opened up. Pointing he quickly yelled, “We got a way out, let’s move!” he cried out, hoping the others would follow. As he got out, he checked to see if there’s anyone else out there with them, taking note of Karmen, Ethan, Reina and her brother, and a woman that he did not recognize. Raising his voice, he called out to Aiden “When everybody gets out, can you freeze the entrance shut? Create a cork to prevent water from escaping so we can shut the main door as well.” Probably one of his few good ideas that he’d had recently. This exercise likely would have been one of them, had everything not gone to hell. Making their way out, he left Bree and Savannah to check something. He knew this guy could lock doors at will, but could he do anything to the walls? Taking a deep breath he began to phase through the wall, when he began to feel a familiar tingle, causing him to immediately draw his hand back and exhale. Clearly this guy is able to electrify the walls as well as god knows what else. Pulling out his communicator, he tried to check if he could get access to the outside, but to no avail. Figures, he had almost everything covered. Turning to the woman that got them out he was surprised to see that, well in no small terms, she was quite attractive. And surprisingly calm given the circumstances. He looked to the others, and began to think on what to do next. “Communicators are out, we’re cut off that way.” He stated, “But maybe, the direct communication array could be still active. It’s hardened, and cut off from the rest of the facility’s systems…”But of course if that didn’t work, they needed another option, and given the sheer number of people, an idea popped into his head. Waiting for everyone to get outside, he called to them, “Listen up! I got an idea! I’m going to take Bree, Lola, Aiden, Karmen, Nightwing, Dahlia, Gabriel, Lily, and our new guest up to the Comm Array, see if we can call in for help. At the same time, I want Savannah to take Aurelio, Elke, Mason, Ethan, Isis, Aman, Reina, and Dru to get down and outside the facility to try and get help. I can’t bank on getting us to the Comm Array, and you guys can’t bank on getting outside. Two plans, means we at least have a shot of one of them working out!”“Avoid elevators, assume they’re booby trapped in some way. If a door is locked, make one if you can. I imagine given the circumstances we won’t be getting too much flack for the damage.” to Savannah he presented her with a black card, roughly the size of a credit card “This is a Level 1 Clearance Key, I was given two. This should allow you to open every door you encounter without any clearance issues for the time being. Only thing higher right now is a Skeleton Key, which the League members have.”He was putting a lot of trust and responsibility in her hands, he hoped he wasn’t in correct in his notions. Walking over a table, he opened a small drawer, pulling out two cylinders. Shaking them, he also handed one of them to Savannah he simply stated. He knew that they’d likely need them, depending on where they were going in the facility. There were parts that Deacon himself wasn’t even aware of at the moment. Opening up his map, he looked to those that he was going to lead, “I’m all ears for any ideas on how to get up to the Comm Array, we’re about twenty floors beneath it right now.” he sat there and waited for anyone to chime in on an idea. He didn’t want to go in half-cocked, or ignore anything his team was going to say to him. He wasn’t about to pull yet another nightclub incident. He couldn’t do that again, ever. OOC: SO bloody sorry for the wait!
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 11:56 am
XXXXXXXXXXXX[✺] Power: Umbrakinesis
XXXXXXXXXXXX[✺] Thoughts: Of course simple trust exercises could go wrong. Why would I even try to convince myself otherwise?
XXXXXXXXXXXX[✺] Location: Watch Tower ✺ Darkness ✺ The absence of Light Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there ... Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear ...
And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear take the wheel and steer ... ... With open arms and open eyes yeah  || OOC: This post was an utter pos so I decided to edit and revise it in attempts to rectify my dissatisfaction. >.> ||
"Well I am certain," Elke uttered with a reassuring smile to the wizard, "you will find a way to surpass him one day. If you were a pupil to a wizard as great as your teacher then it must have been because he saw the spark of potential in you. It's a shame he didn't get to hone it more but life's unpredictable that way. I'm sure he would be proud you are carrying on his legacy through your magical work."
Her and Aurelio were forced to part ways once Deacon chose to announce who was partnering with who. The umbrakinetic had been skeptical of the trust exercises to begin with based off of her conditioned nature as a police officer: she had already seen and been through way too much to have much if any faith in other people. Not to mention there was Alexandru's utterly reassuring demeanor making her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She was sure grateful for the privilege of basking in his wonderful company ... It was going to be a blast, especially based on the enthusiasm he went out of his way to include in his introduction right off the bat. He'd done an astounding job of convincing her he wasn't going to electrocute her first opportunity he got. "Well aren't you," she said with a roll of her eyes accompanied by a blatant sarcasm that oozed from her entire being, "just a ball of sunshine, good thing I fair better in the shade. Pleasure's all mine ..."
What was with her and always getting partnered with either the overly grumpy people or the overly obnoxious ones? Was there no medium between the two in existence or did she just have that rotten of luck? Surely there was someone semi normal she could have been paired with ... like the new medic girl ... At this point she was reconsidering her initial relief at Mason not being her partner. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad to have him as a partner ... Then again knowing him he would have forced her to wear the blindfold and purposely gave her a heart attack the entire time, making her wonder whether or not he was actually going to shock her or not. It was probably better for the sake of her nerves and Mason's well being that they hadn't been paired together ...
It was then that Deacon and Savannah embarked upon the first trust exercise which was very quick to go completely wrong. The two both ended up being electrocuted by the very course Deacon had wanted them to test run and she couldn't say she was enthralled by the thought of having to eventually go. When considering the man she had been partnered with and how he was equally as foul if not more so than Ethan had been upon their first meeting she became even more discouraged by the incident. Fortunately or more appropriately, due to a turn of events, she wasn't given long to dwell on her discomfort of the thought of having to undergo a trust exercise with a boorish stranger or the doubt that was beginning to creep up on her when it came to Deacon's shot calling as a leader. Trust exercises just didn't seem like the right way to go about things. They still weren't working as a team, they were paired off and isolated from the remainder of the group.
The interruption to her line of thoughts came courtesy of some midget, leprechaun guy suddenly manifesting himself before them, giggles seemingly resonating throughout the room. Unsurprisingly, he off-handedly implied between the generous amount of snickers and giggles that he had been guilty of sabotaging Deacon's and Savannah's particular session. A few moments later he decided to drop them a few more mischievous lines, one in particular apparently holding a more literal meaning as the room abruptly began to fill with water. That wouldn't be their sole concern, however, the reasoning behind the water being an actual issue due to the impish t**t cutting the power to the generators not before assuring he fully transitioned the room they were in to a super hero gone fish tank.
While she was certain there were some members that were quite capable of surviving the ordeal such as Lola (seeing as she was from Atlantis) and Deacon (seeing as he could phase through s**t) along with herself, that didn't mean the remaining members of the group were as fortunate. At this point not only was she exasperated but she had to concern herself with assuring everyone in the room didn't drown. Once she noticed Dahlia attempt to teleport away not once but three times without any success, it dawned on the officer that her own ability would likely prove useless in assisting in this predicament. That was when what she expected chaos to immediately manifest itself. Not only that but she anticipated there would no doubt be conflicting ideologies on how to escape as well. Of course, the officer was certain this had been premeditated by the little gremlin to undergo a psychological experiment purely for his own amusement. Either that or he actually had the intention of drowning them, an equally infuriating notion.
Over all, though, and much to her surprise, the majority of the group seemed to remain relatively calm despite the fact it was a pretty real possibility they could end up drowning if a solution was not reached. Already people had began theorizing together in attempts to problem solve their way out of the trap that had been set for them. Aiden had come up with a quick, seemingly effective plan to kick down the door with the help of none other than Mason, meanwhile Nightwing and Lola also seemed to be in the process of devising a plan to utilize her heritage as an Atlantean to help them escape. In a way it was ironic, this situation proving much more efficient in forcing them to bond out of necessity than any silly trust exercise could ever hope to. Maybe it was a really dark lined blessing in disguise that would bring them all closer? Unlikely but always a possibility.
It seemed, however, that a strange newcomer (Bella) had managed to figure out the control panel mechanisms and had gotten the door to open, sparing them all from a most unpleasant watery fate. Relief, however, was bound to be short-lived and Elke did not take the time to revel in it. After all, they had no clue where the gremlin had gone. Elke could only imagine what his next plot would be once he discovered they had managed to escape his first trap. Something told her things wouldn't be as simple the second time around if he managed to get a hold of them. While this all seemed to be a game to him, he had already shown he had the potential to mess them up if they got caught with their pants down.
One thing was certain, though, the officer, unlike most, was far more in her element here. In the darkness was where her abilities thrived. They were much easier for her to access and with the dark being much more concentrated, it gave her far more to work with than normal. If need be she could utilize that to her advantage and hopefully be of some use to her team mates should the need arise.
It was then that Deacon ordered everyone to split off into two groups, Elke's particular group apparently ordered to go outside to seek help. She was at a loss for why they were seeking help to begin with, they had escaped the watery room and all seemed well aside from the power not fully functioning. Couldn't they just call a tech guy for that? Of course there was always the possibility that the devious imp hadn't completely vacated the premise but she could only wonder what they could possibly hope to accomplish if they were pitted against him seeing as he seemed to have some 'whimsical' properties about him. "I'm sorry, maybe I'm misunderstanding here, but what help are we going outside for, exactly? I'm not really following. Who are we asking for help and what are we getting help for is a better way to phrase that, I suppose."
There was also the underlying issue of the suspiciously convenient appearance of their savior (Bella). The officer was not fully convinced that she wasn't perhaps involved with the little imp's plans and a means for him to spy on them incognito. Unlike the others who had been so quick to thank her, Elke retained her skepticism. It wasn't that she didn't like the girl, it was that she did not know her and until they had more information about her such as how she had gotten here, Elke was hesitant to offer this woman any trust. Of course, in the end, it wouldn't really be the officer's concern seeing as she had been split up from the strange woman. It would ultimately be Deacon's issue to deal with if things ended up going wrong due to misplaced trust in a stranger.
✺ I'm beginning to find that ✺ ✺ When I ✺ ✺ Drive ✺ ✺ Myself ✺ ✺ My Light is Found ✺
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:20 pm
 NIGHTWING
She appeared to have a more gung-ho approach to life, paraphrasing an adage commonly attributed to younger people who used it to justify reckless actions: you only live once. That was something Nightwing never understood… if one only lived once, and wanted to enjoy it to the full, why do things that might shrink a lifespan? Why only like thirty years when you could live eighty? "Fear keeps you alive," Nightwing said as they walked, his cape billowing lightly behind him. "How are you supposed to move faster than possible, fight longer than possible, when you do not fear death as it knocks on your door? Why do we train, labor over countless hours of strategy, if to not avoid the end of our lives, as well as the lives of others?" Now he felt he was a little preachy, and almost regretted bringing up the topic in the first place.
"You must always be aware of the long con," Nightwing explained to her when she gave her reasoning behind meeting the assassins without much apprehension. "Why only attack the leader now, when they can attack the entire team later, when we are at our weakest?" Sometimes, villains did not attack with grandiose shows of power with their intent clear – sometimes they struck from the shadows, from the inside.
== Training Room ==
The situation inside of the training room had changed drastically in a matter of moments. Nightwing's mind was already kicking into high gear, thinking of every possible avenue out of the room. Unfortunately, he was stopping himself at every mental turn he made – if this impish man was capable of sealing the doors, turning off the power, and filling the room with effervescing water, what else was he able to do? Hopefully the possibilities weren't endless, else they might actually be in some serious danger.
His first idea came to him when he spotted the gills of the Atlantean. If they were indeed about to be surrounded by a watery environment, it would be best to see just who could navigate such an environment. Although the girl was unsure of her ability to survive in water different than that of her homeworld, she seemed enthusiastic to help, and actually started to approach him, making careful steps as she got closer. Nightwing wasn't expecting that, but he stood completely still as she got to him. Now that he thought about it, it might be better if they all got closer together so that they wouldn't lose anyone or could help those that couldn't swim.
The Atlantean came up with the idea of perhaps finding a drain similar to one in her quarters that helped simulate her home environment, and actually grabbed his arm in order to drag him along. This was also unexpected, and Nightwing let out a bit of a grunt as his shoulder came under some strain. The girl was stronger than she knew, and if Nightwing had resisted fully, his shoulder might have come out of its socket. Also, he slid a little bit at the initial tug, but managed to right himself as he followed along, despite knowing that having a drain for water in a room that might not be designed to have it in the first place was unlikely.
Searching for the drain came to a halt when the main door opened, letting out a good amount of the water. Because of the sudden rush of the water and the force that it created, Nightwing nearly lost his balance, managing to grip onto Lola's arm firmly and planting his feet on the ground. Guess that solves that problem, Nightwing thought to himself as he let go of the Atlantean's arm and proceeded to head out of the door like everyone else. He couldn't help but think though – why did the door open? It had to be some sort of outside source other than the imp they had seen earlier. Surely the mischievous trickster that had been filling up the room with water would have left them in there for a few more minutes.
His question was answered as he emerged from the training room and they all got a good look at their rescuer… Isabella. While others perhaps gave her warm smiles or even a few 'thank yous', Nightwing merely squinted, his gaze hardening. "What are you doing here?" he asked, in a tone that was more confused than stern, but still had trace amounts of the latter. For all he knew, she hadn't left Blüdhaven… and apparently, Cassandra had neglected to inform him that their little mute friend would be arriving in Metropolis. Honestly, Nightwing was expecting that she was here to deliver some sort of news to him, that something had gone wrong back home. Then again, telecommunication would just be used if something was pressing. So why exactly was she here? A fleeting feeling of annoyance crossed over him… like a lost puppy had somehow found its owner at their workplace.
For the time being, he just decided to accept it. There were more pressing matters at hand, and Isabella could probably be of use to them at the moment. Deacon started to give orders and explain his plan of action, which was to have one group go up towards the communications array, whereas another team was to go down to the street level to "get help". Just who were they supposed to get help from, exactly? The fire department? The police? Weren't other League members on site, or were they all taking a vacation? Elke actually made a good point when she questioned him, as she had gotten placed into the group that would head down towards the street.
While he waited for Deacon to field the question and tell them exactly why they were running to get help rather than by trying to face the threat head-on, Nightwing leaned over to where Isabella was standing. "Could you do something about that window over there?" he asked, nodding his head in the direction of a large window that was perhaps twenty feet away from them. He knew that the building, as well as its windows, were built to absorb superhuman-blows, so his exploding batarangs probably wouldn't have as much of an impact on them, at least not without help.
Approaching the group designated to go up to the top of the building, Nightwing said, "I can take one person up with me to the roof in order to get started on the communications array before the rest of the team arrives. I'll need someone who is proficient in computers." An area that Nightwing had yet to learn was that of advanced electronics, since he had mostly focused on combat and stealth in his four-year training span. His current plan was to destroy the window and leave out of it, grappling up to the top in order to save time, and he knew that he could take at least one person… or perhaps two smaller-sized individuals. Hopefully someone would volunteer of the position, and one that was small enough so that the grappling hook wouldn't strain as the motors brought them up to the roof.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 8:34 pm
Codename: Babel
Location: Tower
Thoughts: Mind Palace Needs some Spring Cleaning...
 As Deacon explained the training session he was subjecting them to today, the tiny polyglot approaching one of the new members and proposing that they team up for the "mission." She mirroed his smile as he accepted, intoning that he would have preferred to get to know her over dinner and wine. For a moment, she thought about joking with him that she was underage, but given how everyone else treated her like a scared child the moment they got to know how old she was, Lily figured she'd let him find out in his own time.
He introduced himself, the raven-haired girl accepting his hand with a shake of her own, "Lily. But on missions I'm Babel." He accepted the blindfold without even asking her if she wanted to take it on first, though if she was honest, it was better for her to be the one giving the directions at first. They barely knew each other, and she had no idea how good he was with giving directions. Lily was used to bossing people around.
Before they began, however, her partner excused himself once more, approaching Reina who didn't seem to have a partner as the rest of their number paired off and started the exercise. Large eyes started to wander around to the other groups, only to have her attention recaptured by their new teammate as she approached the girl. Nodding when she asked if Aman was her partner, returning the sweet smile she was given.
"Lily, hi," she responded to the girl's introduction, looking between her partners for a moment as the dark-haired Russian asked how they wanted to tackle the challenge given they were the only trio in the group. Before they could make much headway in the way of a decision, however, chaos seemed to erupt around them. People started reacting as if they were being kicked around by thin air, the doors slid shut, and bubbly foam starting to fill the training area. Others around them started to react, Lily stooping and scooping up a handful of the substance, testing the texture in silence while others started to organize. The sound of manical laughter filled the air above them, a tiny man in a bright outfit giggling like crazy at the destruction he'd started. Apparently, this was some form of...weird test? The man disappeared as quickly as he seemed to appear, Lily already beginning to sort through her mental fiel cabinets to put a name with that rather unforgettable character.
The foam was really starting to accumulate when the doors disengaged, spilling the contents of the room out into the hallway and dropping the group back to the ground. As soon as her boots made contact with the floor again, she found herself slippig and sliding, trying to find her balance once more. Unfortuntely, the tiny polyglot was far from successful, slipping with a thud onto her bottom. "Ouch," she whined softly, slipping slightly as she struggled to get back to her feet and finally succeeding. Deacon stepped forward and addressed the group, informing them that the comms were down for the time being, the group making their way outside before he split them into groups. Babel heard her name included in the group that was going to be dealing with the comm array, honestly sounding like the better of the two tasks she could have been assigned.
The second group went off with Savanna, clearance card in hand, while Lily's attentions moved to their leader, looking for idea on just how they were going to get up to the comm array in the first place. Her hands found the small of her waist, eyes turning upwards to the array all those stories above them. Maybe it was her already small stature, but seemed a nearly impossible feat...
Nightwing spoke up then, stating that he could take someone with him to the top to get started on the array while the rest of them made their way up the building. She glanced around as he stated he needed someone proficient with computers, and while she was no computer whiz, she knew enough to be dangerous with one. Clearing her throat slightly, the tiny (still slightly slippery) polyglot raised her hand slightly.
"I think I can help. And I don't weigh a lot, so...that's a plus." Part of her expected to hear objections right off the bat - after all, it seemed like no one thought she could be useful for anything around here, but she was beyond the point of caring. Not to mention, shooting to the top with their own caped crusader seemed a far better option than traversing the building alone. After all, she had to rely on her mind more than her body in most situations - not everyone around here had that kind of problem. Plus, she didn't want to stick around for the question and answer session that had become Deacon's orders. Aman's question about whether they should confront their tiny attacker made something click in her head, brown eyes widening ever so slightly as the light bulb clicked on over her head.
"Oh! I doubt talking with him would do much good. His name is Mr. Mxyzptlk - chaos is kind of his thing. Chances are you talking to him would only lead to some sort of prank resulting in serious bodily harm. I don't recall much about him other than his name and reputation for hijinks, but I do know he's dangerous. Admittedly, you'd never think it from that haircut and lack of body stature."
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 9:01 pm
 ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛ sᴀɴᴅs ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ  His generosity was honest, his smile was sincere, and although she seemed to be appreciative of his concern on the outside, there seemed to be something about her that made him think she was putting on an act. But he didn't really think anything of it. After all, he hadn't met a woman yet who wasn't at least half interested in him.
He was about ready to lead the way, but Reina had other ideas and was stepping forward to meet Lily herself. She asked how they were to proceed through the course and Aman suggested something, "Normally, I would have the ladies go first, but hearing about the dangers beforehand from Deacon, I would like to suggest that you blindfold me and lead me through the course."
Of course, he was putting himself through a lot of risk. Sure he could float if he falls off a beam by becoming sand, but electricity runs the chance of his molecules dispersing and him dying. But Reina and Lily, he wasn't sure if they could do anything similar. So being the gentleman, he offered to place himself in harms way first.
But his thoughts were interrupted by several things. A hard shove was felt on his back and he looked around to figure out who did it. Since he didn't see it coming, he couldn't trap their hands in his body by becoming sand, so he felt the shove like any other man would. And it left him confused.....who did this? What did this? And is this room haunted or something? That train of thought was interrupted by Deacon and Savannah, who went first into the course, falling and getting shocked. He would of went to go get them, but then things went really wrong.
A short fellow was above them, laughing madly and doing a few somersaults in the air while grabbing his toes. That right there told him this guy was not a normal, albeit short, human. This was followed by the guy saying they need to clean up their act, and in an instant, several things happened: the electricity was shut off, the doors were locked, and the ground began to bubble as soapy water filled the room.
*"Kutti ka bacha"* Aman bit off a curse in Urdu as the water level began to rise. Reina looked to him and Lily to see if any of them could open a window and Aman admitted to himself that that would be a smart thing to do. If they can open a window, they can reach higher ground, and for him, he won't temporally lose his powers because of getting soaking wet.
"I could probably do it," he answered, "I don't have much time though," he added. He could disperse into sand and rise up to find a window, but if he didn't hurry, the others may drown, the impish man would laugh his a** off......and Aman would lose out on a thousand dollar business suit. It would take a good dry cleaner to get this crap out of his suit. And he didn't bring his entire wardrobe to America, as another way to start all over.
But he didn't even need to, for the door opened up and the soapy water made it's way out. As it stands though, his shoes got messed up. Thank goodness he at least brought an extra couple of pairs, "Well luckily we won't need to," he stated, "We better go before he gets any ideas to close it."
And go he did, along with nearly the rest of the team. When they made it to the hallway, Deacon began to give orders. Two groups, one to call for help from a Communication Array on the Roof, the other to go outside and seek help. And like a couple of other people, he was confused. Who are they going to call for to combat a crazy dude that can cut off power and cause soapy water to rise?
"Not to question orders, Mr. Deacon, but why not try to talk to our unwelcome guest? I'm not sure if you heard his tone of voice, but it didn't seem like he had no malicious intent in his shenanigans. It's almost like this is a game to him, like he's an overgrown child with not the foggiest notion that his actions can cause real harm."
Life on the streets can give you many skills. As a former leader of a street gang that operated similar to the Mafia, you had to quickly learn who you can trust. Thus Aman learned to read people by their body language and their tone of voice. It saved him from many a deal gone wrong. This man, whoever or whatever he is, made not effort to hide the fact that he was doing thing for the fun of it. And not even in an evil way.
Of course, Lily chimed in and pretty much stated that he was wrong. He may seem childish, but in reality, he was dangerous. And judging by what she said, his abilities make him unwise to try to converse with. Aman sighed. So much for that idea.
"It was only to buy time and keep him distracted. And I am confident that I can take whatever he throws at me. But if talking to him is useless, then the plan Deacon came up with is the best idea."
But who can they call on to deal with this Mr. Mxyzptlk?
OOC: The phrase marked with a * roughly means "Son of a b***h" in Urdu
ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs || Perplexed by many thingsxx ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ || Watchtower Hallwayxx ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ || Many, many people. Talking to both Reina and Lily, and later on to Deacon  ʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ᴜᴛsᴜᴋᴜsʜɪ ᴛᴏʀɢʀɪᴛᴀ
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 6:08 am
 
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  Aiden shook his head when Karmen admitted that her father would have never let her close to a place where members of the opposite sex might come near where she slept. The notion of having such an overprotective parent drew a slow chuckle. He wouldn't realize it until much later, but he'd often been the overprotective brother to his twin. He had a sister complex the size of Texas that had prompted him to threaten every boy he'd ever caught her making time with. "The only interest I might have had in you back then would have stemmed from whether or not you could throw a football."
"You'd have been safe, the mud notwithstanding.", the former police officer went on, hoping that if they acted normally she'd be able to regain some traction. Karmen would need all the help she could get when it came to facing people she mistakenly thought she'd let down. For as independent as she made herself out to be, he'd noticed that she could be equally as sensitive when it came to any perceived failures.
He smirked when the blonde beauty at his side shivered from the notion of frogs, her sharp response all but spelling out her warning. "Don't worry about it Agent K. I've done some growing and learning since then... There are much worse things than amphibians."
As he made his way towards the newest member of the team, Aiden realized he'd been foolish to expect a response from Deacon that suited a man in his position. His statements had been met with nothing; Not an inkling of understanding or comprehension. The cryokinetic could only hope that something from their impromptu talk had sunk in, or else his days in the Tower would be much longer than he'd originally anticipated.
The dirty blonde haired man nodded his head when Gabriella gave up where she was from, rubbing the back of his neck a little. He wouldn't have been able to guess what part of Wales, but he'd been close. "You do a good job. I've just got an ear for it, or so I've been told."
Aiden grinned when she dropped the act, not daring to compliment the change in her voice. It was more pleasing, though not because her accent was heavier. It just seemed more natural. A more rakish smile that Karmen hated to love so much appeared then, breaking apart the remnants of his dour mood to tease his new partner. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch any of that...Run it by me again?"
He listened to her explain that she hadn't been to the gym in awhile. The former officer tried to gauge her skills without asking, not wanting to insult her. She seemed deliberately vague in that department, and he let it be. They were on an obstacle course, not a mission--He could handle a few surprises.
"I just came from the gym.", Aiden spoke after a brief pause, glacier eyes closing for a moment when he remembered the conversation that had taken place. He still wasn't sure if he'd managed to push Karmen too far, despite giving her every ounce of patience he could muster. As often as he tried for the spitfire...It was rarely enough. "Though I'd be lying to say that it was strictly for the exercise... Sometimes nothing is more therapeutic than working out issues on a sandbag."
He was caught a little off guard that she seemed interested in who he'd been before coming to the Watch Tower. It wasn't something he was often asked about. "I started off as a patrol officer for the Los Angeles police department... I'd aimed to make detective by the end of the year."
Aiden almost laughed aloud when she mentioned wanting to become a firefighter. It was the same laugh he'd held in when Priya had mentioned she wanted to be an archaeologist. Said the girl who detested dirt and dark places. He'd known plenty of women that worked in the firefighting field, but he couldn't imagine such a tiny thing covered in soot and weighed down from fifty to seventy pounds of gear. That was being generous, considering the tools needed for the job could weigh even more than that. "It's not just the equipment... Just imagine carrying a fully grown man out out a burning building while wearing all that PPE. Or a fellow firefighter..."
He dutifully scrutinized her bicep when Gabriella pointed it out, shaking his head at her assessment. "Don't sell yourself so short. They're fine arms...But I can't say I'm not glad you aren't out there breaking your back."
Aiden couldn't claim to have followed everything Deacon had gone over, but he did indeed remember that the seemingly young woman was to be their medical support. "Uh huh...", he responded slowly as she tied the bandanna about his head, referring to her first aid kit and the like. "Beggin your pardon ma'am… But that doesn't exactly track..."
Why would a nurse, for all intents and purposes a civilian, train with them? There had to be something more to her than that, or else they were deliberately placing her in direct danger every time they went on assignment. A nurse, even one trained for field work, was traditionally a member of the support staff… This would make sense if she was watching them from the sidelines to learn trends and patterns... But she was on the course with the rest of them.
"I won’t pry…But I’d wager you’re a little more special than the average nurse.", he continued on respectfully, falling back on 'good ole boy' charm to keep from saying the wrong thing. She mentioned something about kisses not making things better, and his lips quirked into a crooked smile. She couldn't be too angry...Gabriella had teased first, he merely teased back. "Says you. Clearly, you haven't tried it enough."
Aiden shook his head in a negative to watching Deacon and Savannah, crossing his arms over his chest. He still wasn't happy with their leader. Seeing him would just remind him of it, and he'd feel like railing into him all over again. "I'm good...Just let me know when they're done."
Then came the bubbles.
"Anytime.", he responded to his partner on auto-pilot. The sheer stupidity of the prank stunned him momentarily into silence. He could see the newsfeed on social media now 'The Junior League defeated by a leprechaun and a bubble bath.' Gabriella seemed willing enough to follow his suggestion and took the bridge he'd created. The cryokinetic winced when he watched her slide on her knees part of the way. Cold ice and warm flesh wasn't always kind.
"I said to be careful!", he called after her, shaking his head while he rubbed his chin a little exasperated. All the females in the WatchTower seemed to be two things. Gorgeous, and entirely hard headed.
His plan to get them out of the room wasn't much of one, just the quickest and most direct option. No sooner had he gotten confirmation from Mason that he could probably knock the door in that it wooshed open, taking much of the water and a few of the others with it. Karmen, for instance. He would remember to be irritated with her partner later for not catching her before she got a faceful of floor. Since she stood on her own he assumed she was fine, but he still couldn’t help but call after her. “Are you all right?”
He followed the pull of the rushing water and made his way out of the room, somehow without falling. The current was strong enough that it took a steady hand along the doorframe to stay upright. The others followed, and he nodded to Deacon when he requested that he seal the room. "No problem."
Once everyone was out he raised his hand and a wall of ice about a foot and a half thick grew from floor to ceiling in moments. It would hold temporarily against the luke warm water, definitely long enough to shut the doors. His eyes turned towards Ethan and a pretty face he hadn't seen before. The girl looked rather embarrassed, but he wasn't altogether sure why. "Thank you for letting us out."
"If you know how to shut the door, can you close it Miss...?"
Deacon must have known this girl was coming. He didn't even bat an eye to her being there, and didn't hesitate to add her to their ranks…Though he found it odd that he didn’t actually speak to her. Usually he went out of his way to welcome new league members. Pulling his wrist up when he remembered that the comms were supposed to be out, he tested it a few times to be sure. He didn't have his cellular, or else he would have checked that too.
He didn’t know about calling for help…. They sort of were the help. But they did need communications up and running. That was essential for day to day operations in the tower, he was sure. Not to mention that if there was something magical blocking the signal…Tech support would be up s**t creek without a paddle. Elke brought up a good question…But Aiden was content to work one angle at a time.
It felt like they were being reduced to chasing out a poltergeist.
“It would be nice to be able to warn the rest of the staff in the building that there’s a possibly dangerous person running around. Anyone without an ability is pretty much at his mercy.”, Aiden murmured after a moment, usually warm blue eyes carrying a layer of frost. Shoot…They all had gifts and they’d been at his mercy. He wasn’t happy at the situation, or their options, but they had to flush this little cretin out somehow. Perhaps tampering with the Comm Array would get his attention.
His gaze shifted to Nightwing when he realized he was addressing the newest piece of eye candy to the compound, filing away the name he’d called her for later. “Friend of yours?”, he asked the caped crusader while his cool gaze lingered on this Isabella, his arms crossing over his chest.
She didn’t look like much of a threat… But neither had the good time girls the Prince had kept around on their last mission. After that, he couldn’t help his wariness, mentally holding her suspect. It was troubling that someone new showed up right when someone else tried to kill them.
When Nightwing explained his plan, Aiden nodded his head slowly, rubbing his chin as he glanced between Deacon, Savanna, and the caped one. It definitely seemed like a good idea, and certainly quicker than anything they could do on foot. “I can’t complain…Anything I had in mind involved a lot more property damage… Same idea as before. Freeze, smash, and crash...”, he voiced after a moment, swallowing the urge to say anything about Lily. He needed to learn, just like everyone else, that she wasn’t a child.
He blinked when the young woman rattled off a bit of information about this Mr. Mxyzptlk, not having expected the almost encyclopedia-esque response. Had he missed the memo? She didn’t call that remembering much? He passed her a light grin. Aiden wouldn’t have known him from a hill of beans. “Depending on how this goes…If Mr. Mx—“, Aiden paused, stumbling horribly over the name, “If this guy has a reputation…There should be more information on him in the archives, right?”
His question was half directed at Lily, and half at Deacon. Who knew where the teenager had heard of this guy. Deacon knew the base better than the rest of them. “If we can’t find him right away, it can’t hurt to learn what we can. Even if we get communications up…What’s to stop him from taking it right back down?”
It occurred to him then, that if it was so easy for the imp--What would stop him from reopening the doors to the training room and essentially flood the compound?
 
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 7:17 pm
 ________________________________________________________________________________________________Iron Mimic → Training Room/Hallway He may have been feigning some disappointment in the apparent idea that Gabriella was trying to steer him away from her stomping grounds, but Mason refused to believe she really was trying to avoid him when they’d only just met. Her laugh was sweet, clearly she had been teasing, just as he’d assumed. He grinned in response to the woman, happy to have another beautiful teammate that could actually take a joke. Unlike Elke, who had no sense of humor and was just a b***h to him - he still had fun getting her all riled up though, so it wasn’t so bad.
Their new medic mentioned ‘superhero types’ being trouble. “Well, I haven’t always been a superhero type, if that makes you feel any better about it.” He assured her with a playful wink. Up until joining the League, he’d been a thief, after all. A thief, or a glorified thief, depending on which part of his life was being referenced. When she commented on protecting herself he pointed at himself, eyes widening slightly in some confusion. “You mean from me? You really think I’m that bad??” A smile shone through as he pretended to be offended by the idea of her thinking she needed protection from him.
When she finally told him that he could come visit her anytime, even if he wasn’t hurt, he somehow felt accomplished. “But,” he asked hopefully “Do I still get a sponge bath if I’m not hurt?” He would show up to pester her regardless. He’d only just met her but was already interested in seeing more of her. He definitely had his favorites, and with a sense of humor and a pretty face she had a good chance of becoming one of them.
After splitting into pairs, Mason was able to chat with Karmen a little after her abrupt disappearance from Watchtower. Discovering that she’d had a family emergency wasn’t good. Bad things happening to loved ones was awful, so he was glad to hear that her brother was aright. “Sounds like he’s a good brother, I think it’s our job to make the rest of the family worry.” he tried to lighten the mood a bit, as was his instinct. He really didn’t like seeing people depressed, and his clownish nature lent itself to cheering them up.
“And I wouldn’t worry about Deacon, he’s been too busy moping around. I’ve seen him more today than I did the entire time you were gone…” At the moment, he wasn’t sure whether he was trying to put his partner’s mind at ease, or take a jab at the way their leader had been acting. Probably a little of both.
He’d taken a moment to decide how much he wanted to dig into what had happened to her brother. A part of him was curious, but as he’s mentioned to her, he didn’t want her to tire of him. It had made her smile, which made Mason smile as well. It didn’t even look forced, and he was glad he’d been able to pull it out of her. She admitted she was open to questioned. Mostly. “I’m not convinced.” he responded skeptically.
Embarrassing her had been great, albeit unintentional. He and actually avoided asking her if she had been okay after their last mission to keep from making her uncomfortable. It was shitty what had happened, and his joke hadn’t been intended to bring it up again. Though, he had been the one at her side for the rest of the night to assure she didn’t get into anymore trouble. He’d thought that warranted mentioning, and perhaps a little of her trust? He hadn’t even tried anything funny with her. He was a little proud of himself for being such a good teammate, to be honest.
But seeing her turn red was the highlight of his day and he couldn’t subdue the grin it caused. She told him not to get any ideas and he couldn’t help teasing a little more. ‘Oops, you should have said something sooner...” He offered an apologetic look with his comment, fake of course.
When it was decided that he would be blindfolded, he asked if he could use his iron form to et through the course. She made a comment about him not really trusting her and he stared thoughtfully at her for a moment as he considered his response. “It’s not exactly that I don’t trust you, I’m just not sure if you’ll be a good guide…” Maybe that was the whole point of this exercise. Was that what trust was? He didn’t think she would purposely get him zapped (probably), but if she sucked at giving direction? She assured that she wouldn’t be offended, but wouldn’t catch him if he fell. This was something that didn’t bother him. “No need to worry about my iron form, it’s practically invincible. A little fall won’t hurt.”
He was sure to let her know that coping a feel was completely fine with him. Because why would he mind? Well apparently she had some ideas that he might… “I appreciate it then...” He replied, a bit deflated. Why did girls always have to be so scary? He could stand up to gunmen and zombies, but girls? Maybe he was just easy to scare. Karmen didn’t seem like the type of person who could be so cruel.
Attention was drawn to Deacon and Savahnna as they demonstrated the exercise, only to fall and get electrocuted. Karmen commented that he probably shouldn’t use his ability and he shrugged. “For your sake, I suppose.” With the way Savhanna screamed it didn’t sound like he wanted to be shocked, his ability could protect him from it, but perhaps to the detriment of Karmen.
That was when the little guy on purple made an appearance, and the training room began to flood. And it was slippery, he’d had to grab Karmen to keep from falling over. Luckily he hadn’t knocked her over as well. Of course it had to be Aiden that wanted to cozy up to him. He decided to work with the cryokinetic… at least for now. Making his way to the door, he offered Karmen his hand for stability. He hadn’t failed to notice her change in demeanor when he looked back. “Don’t look so worried,” As they reached the door, he tried to assure her. “We took out Amazo, I think we can handle a midget and a locked door.” And if not, at least they would die before they could be embarassed by it.
Preparing to knock down the door, he let go of the blonde’s hand and shifted into his iron form. Before Aiden could ice the door though, it suddenly swung open. The escaping water was strong enough sweep people out into the hall - namely Karmen - and his iron form was too slow to grab her before it happened, but was heavy enough that he wasn’t affected by it. He remained in his iron form as he made his way out and to the firecracker, but again, was too slow to do anything. By the time he was at her side, she had already picked herself up.
“You’re good?” he asked, returning to his regular form once he was in the hall. It was about the same time that Aiden had called out to her to ask if she was alright, and Mason turned to the guy a bit miffed “I’m on it, alright?!” Seriously, Aiden was across the room, Mason was right next to her. She wasn’t a child and didn’t need the whole team fussing over her. A subtle huff escaped him as he turned back to Karmen. Maybe that had been a little uncalled for, but he didn’t really appreciate the idea that maybe the guy thought he was too incompetent to help his teammate and so felt the need to yell across the room to make sure she was okay. But back to the matter at hand...
“You know, feel free to cling to me if you ever need to.” He told her with an amused smirk once he looked her over and determined that she seemed fine. He was very sluggish in iron form, it was really up to his teammates to use him as a shield - or anchor in this case - when needed as he couldn’t always move quickly enough to react.
Once Karmen was back on her feet - no thanks to him - and everyone made their way out of the training room, the iron man took a moment to stare at the dark haired woman in front of them. Their saviour? Another gorgeous brunette to add to their team? She had to be new, or he assumed he would have seen her around before now. He spent enough time in Watchtower that he was familiar with most of the faces that frequented the building. He was a people person, and he was always interested in them - he noticed them, even the ones who thought they were invisible. And he couldn’t imagine he would have missed the face of this gaurdian angel of theirs. He just hoped she was on their team… pleeeaaasseeeeee…..
He perked up with a smile that warmed his features to the woman. “Another new teammate?” his questioned turned his attention to Deacon momentarily. The guy kept springing newbies on them, and Mason would be happy to welcome her to the team. Between this one and Gabriella their team was suddenly looking a whole lot better. Literally. Karmen had been their stunner from the beginning. Sahvanna wasn’t half bad either, though she could be an utter b***h… then again maybe he liked that about her. But other than them, Elke (reindeer) and Lily (brat)? They could spend a little more time in the mirror.
They’d gained some lovely ladies for their team today, including Isis, who he already knew a bit more intimately already. Things were really looking up, and he was starting to like this team a lot more. Even the men - some of which he had a particular distaste for - couldn’t bother him enough to sway his newfound opinion of the team. Even Ethan standing right next to her couldn’t change his mind. In all honestly though, he hardly knew the guy - surely not enough to hate him yet. As far as the men went, at least he didn’t seem like a self righteous p***k. It was more than he could say for everyone here.
His stare had returned to the newcomer, and he eventually realized that he was staring like an idiot at her. “So, do we get a name?” he questioned her, trying his best to recover his composure. Also, it would be nice to know what to call her. Hopefully they would be seeing a lot more of her.
But as soon as Nightwing showed up he addressed the woman. He knew her? Somehow, the idea of him know people outside of the League stumped the iron man. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to have any sort of social life. He stood around silently here, he probably did the same in his off time. At least that was all Mason could imagine. Aiden asked whether or not they were friends. Friends? Mr Dark and Mysterious? Seemed fishier than their bubbly new teammate...
The team regrouped in the hall, only to be split in half by Deacon. Hearing who made up each group was a bit disappointing. The two new girls were on the other team, along with his teenaged sidekick and Karmen. His friends…
The most disappointing thing was hearing who the leader of his group was supposed to be, though he supposed he would rather take orders from a catty b***h, than the icehole. At least she was hotter. Some of the other newbies were in his group, and at least he could still pester Elke. His group may have been lacking in people he liked, but at least everyone he didn’t like was in the other group. Most of the people in his group he didn’t even really know past a name, and maybe an ability.
Confusion was easily hear in his twisted features when he heard what their goal was. Go outside and get help. Elke was the first to speak up and (unfortunately) he had to back her up. “Yeah…” he questioned slowly “Who does the Justice League get help from?” It was literally baffling to him. They were supposed to be the guys that people asked for help. They were the Justice League, a big, bad superhero team. Who could possibly help them if they couldn’t take care of something? Who could be better help than Superman?
When Aman asked about talking to the little purple guy, Mason’s bratty sidekick piped up. Miss Smartypants, telling them what she knew about this guy. “Alright, Girl Wonder, thanks for that lack of information.” Some crazy name and a reputation for hijinks, plus he was dangerous. Well great, now they knew exactly how to deal with him. And now Lily was taking off with this shady Nightwing guy. Maybe he was just being a little overprotective of her, she was sort of like a kid sister to him, but he didn’t like it. This guy literally stood in the corner by himself watching everyone. What the ********? And Lily was just a walking translator, and a nerd. Anyone else on the team could at least defend themselves if this guy made any trouble. Why Lily??
“Jesus, can’t I be on the other team?” Clearly, their trust exercise hadn’t helped.
Deacon gave Savannha a key and a map and, though he was not so content on his team, knowing Lily was about to take off alone with Shady McFearsome, turned his attention back to those in his group… reluctantly.
Savahnna, Aurelio, Elke, Ethan, Isis, Aman, and the two strangers (Dru and Reina) he couldn’t remember if he had heard their names? What a ragtag team. “So, Kitten, what’s the plan?” he asked Shahvhahnhnhah, curious to know if she was really leader material. The choice was a bit… strange, in his opinion. She was sort of a spoiled brat and gave plenty of attitude. She wouldn’t have been his first choice to lead a team, but maybe she would surprise him? He would at least give her a chance. Everyone deserved at least one, right?
He gave a sideways glance to his teammates with a shrug. “Because honestly, I can smash things, Aurelio and Elke have some fancy tricks that might help? Kitty cat can scratch at doors and this guy can…” Pointing at Ethan he paused, trying to remember what he could do, but unsuccessfully. “What can you do?” he asked, but continued on. “I have no idea what you three can do,” he stated pointing to Aman, Reina and Dru before turning his finger to Isis. “This one’s not too shabby though.” he offered with a slight smile.
“So… Just start heading down the stairs?” It seemed logical to him, were they supposed to come up with some fancy plan to get outside?
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