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 Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 11:31 pm
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☠ ℓ♦σ♦c♦α♦т♦ι♦σ♦и ➽ σ♦в♦s♦є♦я♦v♦α♦т♦ι♦σ♦и ♦ я♦σ♦σ♦м ☠ 
Everyone flocked to Isabella like a moth to a flame. Especially the men on the team. It was enough to make Ethan easily back away from the woman. Nightwing seemed to know her, so that was enough to make the ex-spy ignore her for now. There would be time later for proper introductions if necessary, but for the moment apparently there was an enemy behind lines so to speak. The others went about their interactions and Ethan made note of their not so fearless leader giving out orders.
Perhaps it was merely coincidence the man’s team consisted of mostly attractive females, but the ex-spy wondered briefly if perhaps he was abusing his leadership position for an attempt at getting into their pants. He hadn’t been around the man enough to make any judgment calls. Still his orders were suspect. It seemed like a better idea for them to all stick together if this was some kind of dangerous individual.
Still, it hardly did any good to drudge up such things when everyone and their mother was speaking out against the orders and even outright ignoring them as was the case with a few. Clearly this trust exercise had did it’s job quite well all things considered, the man thought dryly. The team was as dysfunctional as ever and no amount of trust exercises would change that. They needed stronger leadership, Deacon was too soft. Either he needed to get firmer, or they needed a new leader in the ex-spy’s eyes.
The man wouldn’t waste his breath trying to inform everyone as such. There was no point.
Isabella put on a show with her powers, and Ethan watched it with quiet curiosity. Clearly she was quite dangerous and needed to be watched. Ethan didn’t particularly know Nightwing or trust his judgment enough to listen to what he had to say concerning her, not that he had much to say concerning her. Apparently she was mute, but that wasn’t a huge boundary to overcome should he chose to speak to her in the future.
Savanna being chosen as the leader of the other team was… Odd. Ethan couldn’t tell where she had any leadership qualities whatsoever. She seemed the selfish valley girl type. Perhaps she should stick to just being quiet and providing eye candy. There were numerous more qualified people on the teams, but again he kept his thoughts to himself. It was hard to make any judgments just yet considering he’d barely had any interactions with her just yet. Maybe she would surprise him, seriously doubtful, but possible he supposed.
As Savanna issued out some commands, Mason made his displeasure with the team assignments known. Apparently Mason too had noticed there were quite a few attractive women on the other team, and had no problems voicing his thoughts. Not to mention making a few more comments, one directed at him concerning what he could do. Ethan didn’t particularly feel like pointing everything he could do out to someone currently. “Plenty.” Was the ex-spy’s short and to the point answer.
One woman seemed intent on going on her own and checking for more injured people. Clearly someone would need to go with her, and her company was preferable to so many of the others. One person, or many? The choice seemed obvious, and Ethan had no problems disobeying orders.
Both teams had more than enough firepower, him bowing out wouldn’t make that much of a difference. Walking over to Bree, Ethan simply followed her silently. There was no need to inform anyone that he was going with her, clearly his actions were more than adequate enough to do so. “Lead the way.” Ethan spoke neutrally, eyes flickering out in front of them to keep watch on their surroundings beneath his helmet.
Everything always seemed to go wrong around here.
(OOC: Nothing special... PM me if I missed something.)
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 5:20 pm
Codename: Babel
Location: Tower
Thoughts: Mind Palace Needs some Spring Cleaning...
 Despite her warning against trying to chat with their little prankster, Aman seemed confident that he would be able to keep up with whatever he threw at them. In case she was right, however, he suggested that they come up with a plan - something they were in the process of doing anyway. She couldn't help but notice the small smile Aiden cast in her direction as she offered the little bit of information that she knew of their foe. Whether he had no opinion, or he was biting his tongue, she didn't know - but she appreciated it either way. Mason, on the other hand, proved to be the smartass that she always knew he was, thanking her for the lack of information she was able to provide. She gave him a sarcastic smile in return - at least he was on the other team and wouldn't be able to annoy her on this mission.
"Good luck, Gramps," she called over to him as Deacon gave Savanna the tools she would need to lead the other group in their mission. They would be heading their separate ways soon - it would be time for her to once again prove her worth during a "mission." Their quiet new addition (Bella) did her part to put their plan into action, blowing out the window per Nightwing's request. Lily found herself staring for a second, trying to figure out just how the woman's power worked and who she might be. Regardless, she was thankful for the help, offering the woman a genuine smile. Lola, their new Atlantean, expressed her belief that she'd be able to take him on size alone, which caused the brunette to chuckle softly. It was kind of a funny mental image, seeing her beat up on what looked to be an old man. Karmen asked her if this was his idea of a prank, to which the polyglot should only shrug slightly.
"The files I've read would indicate yes - this is his idea of a prank. I said he was dangerous, didn't I?" He's already done so much damage, she was a little worried to see what else he might be able to come up with in the name of entertaining himself. But that's why she wasn't in charge of coming up with the plans - chances were she wouldn't know where to start against such a wildcard anyway. Savanna echoed her sentiment, however, that at the end of the day, talking wasn't going to do them much good.
Elke stepped forward to volunteer to accompany Nightwing and herself, to which Lily could only glance at her partner. It was his decision, as far as she was concerned - aside from sometimes taking too much of Mason's attention, she had nothing really against their resident police officer. Her tone of voice when she made her announcement was more matter-of-fact than asking permission, assuring them that she wouldn't slow them down. Part of her knew that it was a protective measure, but she chose to ignore it for now - it wouldn't do her any good to complain about it or try to change the woman's mind.
Deacon told them to be careful, the brunette knowing that the comment was directed more to her than anyone else. She responded with a simple nod and pleasant enough smile. He was their leader, it was his prerogative to be overprotective. That didn't make it any less annoying, but she couldn't b***h about it too much.
Moving towards Nightwing when it seemed to be time for them to take their leave and head up to the comms array, she jumped back slightly when Aurelio threw himself through the window. She opened her mouth to say something, only to close it again without a word. No one else seemed to be concerned about it, so there was nothing for her to say. Eyes darted to Nightwing once more, reading the slight disappointment on his features as he turned to Elke, asking her to elaborate on her ideas for getting to the top of the building. Apparently they weren't going to be leaving this building except on Mxyzptlk's terms.
"Just tell me where to stand or what to grab," she stated simply, looking between the two of them. There was probably a better way to phrase that...
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 12:44 am
Quinn Thompson
Anubis  There was a stillness in the room, matched only by the piercing silence present. Every minute or so, this frozen picture was broken by the sound of a page turning, and hands making the effort to do so. It did not take long for the figure present to return to it's motionless state, save for golden eyes scanning the information in the held book. The man, plainly clothed with leisurely garments, lay in a sitting position on a chair, the strewn belongings of suitcases and bags blanketing the floor and furnishing. The mess, haphazard as it was, was just about the only decoration. There was a shudder of activity from the man, his eyes closing and reopening, yellow eyes replaced by blue, half-lidded. There was a sudden drowsiness present in his features that was not present hours ago. His body slumped forward, before righting itself and straightening his posture again. The tired look on his face did not dissipate. He took a look around the room, as if suddenly aware of where he was, before looking down at the open book in his hands and again registering it's sudden appearance. “You could have at least cleaned the room.” Quinn said aloud, shaking his head to wake himself further. A booming voice in his head responded to his voice, though anyone in the room with him would hear nothing. You expected me to clean your filth? Do not insult me, Thompson.Quinn rolled his neck to release some of the tension his neck had built up from his previous posture, the book in his hand forgotten in favor of rubbing his hands on his legs to wake them up. “While I'm appreciative that you didn't wander out of our room, I would have thought that you would have at least reanimated some cleaning help.” I will not expend effort to please you.The deceivingly aged man finally stood up from his chair, unhappy that Anubis had decided to give him some cleaning to do while he slept. Though, it could have been far worse: his demigod captive often took his body through strolls and training while he slept, often leaving lasting aches and pains for Quinn when he woke. He at least did not leave their room, like they agreed, allowing Quinn to sleep after his suffering sleepless nights without waking from some noise from the environment. Seeing how Quinn had just arrived just yesterday, he had little time devoted to actually learning about the League Watchtower. He simply found his room, placed his bags on the floor, and collapsed onto his bed to sleep...only for Anubis to take physical control of Quinn's body while he slept, as per usual. He walked around his room, grabbing clothes that seemed suitable to wear. He needed to go out and learn about the rest of the team. Considering he might have left a bad impression on the other League members prior due to his frank nature, and Anubis' habit of treating others like dirt. As he pulled his button up on and dressed himself well, Anubis chimed in again. I suppose now would be a good time to tell you that I heard a bit of a commotion outside our room not too long ago while you slumbered. “And you hadn't bothered to wake me? What if it was an emergency?” You said it yourself: I couldn't be bothered.The less divine of the duo sighed, stepping towards the door with his bag of book, notes, and fully dressed. It was time to make his introduction to the rest of the team. He pulled out a folder from his book bag, flipping it to the first page. There, scrawled in his neat penmanship, was a brief overview of Deacon Richards, the leader of the team Quinn had been assigned to. Technically, it was still Deacon's call whether or not he'd have Quinn on his team in the first place, otherwise he'd go back to Earth as an ageless citizen, and perhaps try again in another 100 years when another generation of the Justice League was in rotation. Quinn saw it fit to at least get some sort of idea of his team leader, despite how getting less information then he'd like from the initial questioning. Still not looking up from his notes, Quinn exited his room, deciding to clean it at the day's end. His knowledge on the Watchtower's layout was still green, so Quinn took his time as he passed rooms and marked them on his drawn map, noting important rooms as he passed them. He would need to pass the training room eventually, of which there would probably be some League members present likely honing their craft. As of yet, he hadn't run into anyone, so there would be his grand unveiling. It would have been, if the sound of approaching footsteps caused Quinn cast his eyes up from his notes and onto the approaching figures. A woman and a man (Gabrielle and Ethan) made their way towards him, their destination unknown but it was clear that he was not their intended. He was merely a passerby. But Quinn wouldn't simply leave it at that. His folder of brief notes on what he had seen of the tower still open in his hands, Quinn raised his head so that he was looking ahead of him, making it seem like he just noticed the approaching pair. "Good morning." he said simply, his tone remaining neutral. You overslept. It's not morning for them, likely. Well, how long have I been asleep? That seems like a helpful question to ask your associates. Anubis remained unhelpful as always in conversations, choosing to remain on Quinn's nerves. He thanked that Anubis' input could not be heard unless Quinn allowed him access to his mouth. His pace slowed as he neared them, but his eyes quickly darted down to his notes to take in brief glances, before returning them to the two members in front of him. "Did I miss something? I haven't really run into any others until now." he asked them, tone still neutral and unfamiliar. He did lower his notebook from his face, giving them some more attention as he came to a stop near them. {{{Author's notes: To those not aware: Anubis resides within Quinn's mind and soul, meaning that he is not visible most of the time. Speech in italics denote any speaking done in the mind, where Anubis and Quinn can converse with each other freely without others knowing or hearing, while speech in "quotation marks" indicate spoken dialogue. Dialogue spoken by Quinn is in dark blue, while Anubis' spoken words are bolded
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 3:09 am
 ________________________________________________________________________________________________Iron Mimic → Watchtower The banter with Gabriella was refreshing, too many sticks in the mud around Watchtower. He probably spent more time with Lily than anyone else just for that reason, the back and forth with his kid sidekick was never dull. But as much as he liked teasing the teen, he was happy to have someone more his own age to talk to. He liked kids, sure, but sometimes it was just nice to have an intelligent conversation. Grown up talk.
The woman was quick with her wit and charming in delivery. Surely she was another person he needed to add to his inner circle.
At the question about what he’d been before a superhero, his answer came with a small shrug and an expression that was just a bit more innocence than anyone could have been used to peppering his features. “Just a punk a** teenager.” Maybe if she was worried that he was just another superhero type she needed to spend some time with Elke. The curly-haired blonde never let him forget what an un-model citizen he was.
She made a comment about protecting herself and he had to at least pretend he’d been offended by it. After being told he could come visit anytime, he questioned the team’s new medic about a sponge bath but she easily shot down the idea with her retort. “Well, it was worth asking...” He replied with a shrug and friendly smile.
Soon after they were split into pairs for their exercise and Mason would get some time with the team’s blonde pyrokinetic, something he’d not had since their last mission. She’d been MIA since and he managed to get some answers out of her. She told him about her brother’s hospitalization and explained that she was normally the one to make her family worry. “Yeah, I can see that.” He gave her a subtle grin. It wasn’t hard to imagine a pretty little fireball like her getting herself into trouble, keeping her parents up waiting on her at night.
She’d seemed a bit… off, at first, for some reason. But it looked like she was warming back up to her usual self. So when she expressed concern about running off without a word to Deacon, his first instinct was to put her mind at ease, if possible. Considering the guy hadn’t so much as put in an effort to make an appearance, not that Mason had seen anyway, he couldn’t imagine their leader would even notice that anyone had been gone. She asked him what had been keeping Deacon busy and he answered with a shrug. “Hell if I know.”
“The team just doubled in size, so maybe he’s just been interviewing new recruits?” He tried not to spit out something snarky, but he couldn’t deny the tension building in the team. And much of it seemed to be caused by poor leadership. He couldn’t say he’d ever been Deacon’s biggest fan, but he also tried not to be too critical of him. He couldn’t say he knew what sort of pressure the guy was under as the leader of a team of superheroes. Still, their ghastly team leader kept finding new ways to disappoint.
Mason had been expecting some sort of acknowledgement to lift the team’s spirits after what had apparently been considered a failure of a mission, but he’d hardly even seen Deacon until today, let alone spoken to him. He’d half hoped that Deacon had just spoken to those affected and skipped addressing the whole team. Maybe he was wrong about the guy, who knew? He tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it got more difficult as time went on.
So what Deacon thought really wasn’t something he thought should bother anyone, especially when he seemed too wrapped up in his own issues to tend to his duties as a leader. It was becoming apparent that he was lacking in leadership skills. He didn’t even believe in himself, so how was he supposed to believe in his team? There was a part of Mason that instinctually tried to brighten the spirits of his teammates when he spoke to them. Someone needed to start picking up some of the slack, and it was something that already came so naturally to him, it was the least he could do really.
After a previous conversation with Karmen, the iron man always assumed he wouldn’t be able to get her talking, but she seemed willing to talk… for now? Still, he tried not to waste his questions. She told him that she was mostly willing to answer his questions, but also reminded him that everyone - including her - had secrets. “You don’t say?” he smirked mischievously. “I wonder what yours could be…” he pondered aloud, teasingly. He hadn’t forgotten the mystery he’d been prying into before, but now wasn’t the time to start digging again. That didn’t mean he couldn’t remind her though.
When he briefly mentioned their previous mission, it brought a blush to his teammate’s cheeks. She warned him not to get any ideas and he took to teasing her a bit. “You know, if you ask some people they’d say I don’t have a thought in my head. So maybe you’re safe after all.” She probably knew better than that by now…
“By the way,” He questioned with some hesitance, “You’re alright? After the last mission?” Just mentioning it had embarrassed her, and he wasn’t trying to make her uncomfortable. But she was one of the people he’d grown fond of on the team and after what had happened, and her disappearance, he couldn’t help being a little concerned. Class clown or not, he still had his moments of genuine seriousness. Once in a blue moon…
As they mentally prepared for the exercise, he’d asked about using his iron form, to which she had questioned his trust in her. When she told him that, as a woman, it was in her nature to ‘tell men when they need to turn.’ an amused chuckle escaped him. “Well then, just let me know, and I’ll be happy to turn for you.”
He’d mentioned that a fall in iron form wouldn’t hurt him and she suggested a test, feining seriousness for only a moment. He offered a friendly grin as she smiled. He was glad she was back. “Sure thing, firecracker.”
Though he’d instigated the conversation, Karmen had easily twisted his invitation to get handsy with him into a threat. “It’d take more than a rumor to make me think less of you.” he assured.
The mood in the room change from an ordinary training session to urgency once they were party crashed by some midget in a silly outfit. As the room began to fill with soapy water, Karmen had seemed a little worried. He’d tried to give her a few words of encouragement to keep her calm and though she’d managed a smile, he could still see the panic beginning to consume her. However, he had to move on and see what he could do about their current predicament. She would be fine… he hoped.
While he and Aiden planned to work together, puting aside their differences for the sake of the team (at least for now), others were moving around to try and find a way out as well. His body became iron as he waited for the door to freeze over, ready to throw as much force as he could at it to see if he could bust it down. But before Aiden could do his part, the door swung open. Water spilled out, and took Karmen with it. Mason and Aiden were both quick to ask her if she was okay, Mason’s irritation at the cryokinetic flaring up again as he lashed out at him.
He tried to remind the cop that he was Karmen’s partner, and assured him that he could make sure she was okay on his own. “Well then stand somewhere else.” he retorted to the popsicle. But despite his annoyance at Aiden, his demeanor easily became more friendly towards Karmen as he let her know she could use his iron form whenever she needed. "If you ever need an anchor, or a shield, just go for it." he added to his previous statement. "Use me however you can."
At the discovery of the dark haired woman, Mason was quick to inquire about her. He was met with no answers, but a smile and a wave. Not even a name? She seemed nervous, he’d even noticed a bit of a blush in her cheeks. Was she really so shy? It was cute. But whether or not she was a new recruit, he still didn’t know.
Mason exchanged a quizzical glance with Karmen, who wondered if this new stranger was the masked man’s girlfriend. It elicited a chuckle out of the iron man. “Could you imagine that guy with a girlfriend?” his tone was amused, but low enough that only his fireball of a teammate would hear it. Nightwing must have had a life out of the mask, he supposed. But for the life of him he couldn’t imagine the masked man doing anything but superheroing. Dating? Ha! It was an amusing thought though.
Reactions to the brunette from both Deacon and Nightwing had him thinking that she wasn’t meant for the team, sadly. When Nightwing addressed the woman he seemed stressed to see her, and Deacon seemed caught off guard. He and Aiden quickly began asking questions about her. The cryokinetic seemed to immediately distrust her. Typical cop.
Nightwing explained in the most words that mason had ever heard come out of his mouth. He also revealed that their new addition was mute. No wonder he she hadn’t answered his questions. He flashed her a friendly smile before the subject changed to the problem at hand. Still more than curious about her, but that was something he would need to deal with later unfortunately.
Lily tried to be helpful by offering up some information on the gnome. Only she didn’t really have any information to give. He hadn’t failed to comment on it. For some reason, she seemed annoyed…
At her not-so-happy smile he feigned innocence “Something wrong?”
After voicing his displeasure at which team he had been put on, his attention was drawn by Bree’s voice. She assured him that they would meet up again, and had she called him sweet cheeks? It perked him up a bit, even if he still wanted to be Lily’s stern babysitter. “Hopefully we don’t need ‘plenty of time.’ It’d be nice to wrap this up before bedtime.”
Once they had become two groups, Lily offered to run off with Nightwing. It didn’t sit quite right with the iron man and he’d even expressed his desire to be on the other team. Preferably as a third wheel to this Nightwing/Lily thing that was going on. At the very least he would have the same destination as them so, ideally, they would meet up even if she took of with their masked teammate.
Lily, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind being on a different team than him. She wished him luck in her puckish way, and he felt compelled to respond in kind. “Be careful, kiddo.”
Before they could split off though, Nightwing asked his apparent friend to break a window. And the way she did so wasn’t something Mason could have expected. Interesting.
And then Aurelio had taken a moment to hit on her? Is that what was happening? He followed up by jumping out of a window. What a guy, he seemed to like theatrics and showboating. “Jesus ******** christ…” What a cohesive team they had. They’d been split into two teams each with an objective - whether it made sense or not was another story - but it didn’t stop everyone from running off with their own plans. Not that he could really blame them.
The next person to assign herself to an offshoot team was Elke. She announced that she would be accompanying Lily and Nightwing, which made the iron man feel a little better about letting the pixie-like teen leave his sight. He did give the blonde a hard time, but of everyone on the team, it was possible that she had earned the most of his trust and confidence in her. She’d definitely put in the time to deserve it. It didn’t mean things would be easier for her, but it was the thought that counted, right?
With his mind a bit more at ease, he turned to his assigned team. His gears started to turn and he ran through everyone’s capabilities, those that he knew anyway, and asked about their game plan. He’d asked Ethan what he could do, with the one word answer of “plenty.” “I haven’t seen you do anything.” she shot back, not necessarily in an unfriendly way, but definitely with the intent of getting some sort of reaction from the guy.
According to Savanna they were on a mission to catch up with Aurelio. She arranged them, placing Mason in the back of the group. He couldn’t complain much about it, at the very least he had a good view. And his ability to become a human shield would do well at protecting them if needed.
When asked to sound off their codenames, he stated his simply. “Goliath.”
When Isis addressed Savanna as “kitten” he couldn’t suppress his smirk. The same nickname he had been calling her by. While their cat-like teammate had given the others a choice in position, he assumed Isis would stick closer to him. Either way, he wouldn’t mind it in the least.
A loud crash could be heard as they neared the lobby, and when they arrived, they found not just Aurelio, but another stranger. Savanna questioned her alliance, and Isis preemptively jumped onto the defensive.
The lobby was a mess, he walked out into it behind the rest. “You alright, bud?” he asked the wizard, turning his attention to their teammate as opposed to the red-headed newcomer. He looked a little dishevelled, but overall fine. “What happened?” He couldn’t imagine the guy jumped out of a window just to come crashing back into the building. Or maybe it was the stranger who had caused the mess?
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 12:39 pm
 ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛ sᴀɴᴅs ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ  He kind of figured the moment he suggested talking to the Troll, everyone would shoot it down. Some with sarcasm, the other....well it was all sarcasm. He could only answer with, "Just putting all of our options on the table, even the ones less likely to work," before the teams were now split up. Savanna, or Kat as she prefers to be called, wanted everyone to sound off their codenames, and Aman did so with the response, "Sables, it's French for Sandstorm," before he put himself in where he thinks he'll help the most: somewhere in the middle, between Noir and Kat. Goliath had the brute strength to protect their backs, while Kat was designated leader. Noir and him can provide adequate tactical concealment, like a sandstorm in pitch black of a moonless night.
And their first objective was to grab Eldritch, who decided he was going first and judging by the previous crashing, it didn't work too well for him. After going down several flights of stairs and entering the main floor, they found him, and a woman. Kat asked if she was friend or foe. Aman was guessing she was friend, considering that she hasn't shown hostile intentions yet. Noir left the group somewhere down the line, so Aman thought that he would be the only one to provide legitimate cover and environmental help. After all, enemies would find it hard to fight when there is sand all around them.
Mason asked if Aurelio was alright and Aman added, "I'm willing to bet no," he then looked around the place, wondering just what he could do to help their team out. He could scout out something on his own, but he could be pounced on at anytime by their unwelcome guest. Bad idea. So for now, he'll just keep his eyes and ears out for anything suspicious happening. No sense in revealing what he can do to their intruder. Keep the fact he is a walking Sand Man under wraps.
"I will say it's a bit too quiet in here," Aman said, "Kat, you think the Troll is onto us?"
ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs || Confident, but still confusedxx ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ || Watchtower Hallwayxx ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ || Savanna and Team  ʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ᴜᴛsᴜᴋᴜsʜɪ ᴛᴏʀɢʀɪᴛᴀ
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 1:25 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
The banter between her and one of the teammates who'd not been shy at introducing himself proved entertaining, so every time Mason dished something out, she fired right back. At one point she said she didn't know if she trusted the super-hero types, and called out for him to give up a bit of his background. ”Punk a** teen, huh? My mother warned me against punks, and she always loathed teenagers. I was instructed to steer clear of them.” With a have-no-care shrug, she grinned. ”Too bad I really never listened to a damned thing my parents said.”
As it continued, Gabriella made a remark about protecting herself from him, only to re-hash the agreement, stating he could come visit her during office hours, so long as he didn't feign injury, or cause them just for a reason to be there. He then asked if she'd give him a sponge bath, and her retort didn't disappoint. ”It was a nice try, though. Maybe some sucker will come along and just eat that off your spoon.”
Deacon split everyone off into pairs, and her partner seemed to be a little too normal to be a super-hero. He appeared to be the aguy-next-door, clean cut, well-mannered and easy to talk to. He did catch her accent, and she simply grinned, slightly aghast at how badly she'd been at hiding it. ”I guess I didn't consider that a Tower of supers would all be above average in intellect. God really gives you guys everything, doesn't he?” She quipped. ”But it wasn't really a secret, just done for convenience.” As she'd already said, she hadn't appreciated drooling Americans when she'd first immigrated. “But I'll be sure to store my diary elsewhere after that tip.”
She'd called him “Mr. Fit” after he'd admitted he'd already squeezed a workout in this morning, and it clearly threw him off kilter but he quickly recovered. Unable to help herself, she approached his conversation with their leader, asking if he'd been the reason he'd needed to let off some steam. He seemed to like her nickname for Deeks, using it himself when he responded. ”I hope that one sticks.” She said with a grin. ”How long has he been off the ice?” While Deacon was definitely older than her, how much of his time on Earth had been spent living? Had she not caught herself, she might have informed Aiden that the Deacon she'd known had barely been able to breathe. His whole childhood had been stolen from him by disease. Depending on when he'd been thawed out like a chicken dinner, he might have been naïve solely due to the fact that his life had just recently started.
A few quips later, Bree directed the conversation back to Aiden, who divulged that he'd been on the police force... and that his path there had been promising. She asked why he left, and his expression fell into something tighter. By the brevity of his answer, she silently guessed one of two things: politics in the office had screwed him over, or there was a girl involved. Maybe he'd lost her after a perp had gotten released or something... Given the sensitivity of the issue, she didn't press further. Instead she gave a bit of her own story in return, mentioning how she'd once considering being a firefighter.
The ice man informed her she likely fell too small to be efficient in the business, and she agreed, going on to say that's why she'd have him carry everyone out for her to treat. He signed himself up for the service and she chuckled. ”Glad to have you on board, sir.” She said, playing along with the charade.
With how quickly their exchange switched to him guessing her abilities, she couldn't remember exactly when they'd gotten to that point of the conversation. Relenting a little that perhaps things weren't all that they seemed, she shook her head, dark tendrils dancing at her back. If he was surprised to know that she likely was twice his age, he concealed it well enough, covering it with a teasing remark. She pinched his cheek when he said he'd always liked older women. “Oh darling, you're just a baby.. You can't handle this cougar-town ride.”
Aiden cheekily suggested her method of healing him be with a kiss, and couldn't help but roll her eyes when she informed him that kisses only work when you're a child, and your mother was doing the kissing. Aiden fired back with she needed more test subjects, and Bree again brushed it off, stating that she'd had plenty of time to sample various people. Which in retrospect, might have made her sound extremely loose by today's standards, but she didn't seem to care. Not ready to lose, Aiden suggested she expand her parameters and she snickered before she could stop it. “And by broadening my parameters with what added variables?” She asked with a cocked eyebrow. ”Tall, tanned and super-powered? I already told you,” She laughed, finding him utterly ridiculous. ”You are too green for all of this. I don't think you're ready to play in the big leagues.”
Their teasing remarks ended abruptly when Deacon and Savanna fell in the midst of their demonstration. Aiden built an ice bridge with a wave of his hand so that she could cross, and she dashed over it, falling to her knees near the end. He chided her, reminding her that she needed to be careful, but Bree grinned back at him devilishly, stating she'd do no such thing. Aiden was going to have a heart attack before too long if he was going to lose his cool over a couple of skinned knees.
Once she was close enough to the fallen heroes, Bree quickly assessed injuries – thankfully no one had broken anything, but the woman was going to have one hell of a bruise. With the haste that came with the pooling water, the newest addition to the team gave Savanna instructions on how to care for herself.
The bright-eyed woman merely brushed off the fact that her advise to Savanna went through one ear and out the other. She'd said her piece on how to care for her hip, and the rest of the responsibility fell on the cat woman's shoulders. The dark skinned woman breathed out a stiff thank you, and Bree shrugged. ”Didn't do too much. really.” With that, she separated herself from the two who'd helped her up and headed out of the pit. Gabriella shook her head, somewhat in awe. ”That one's got a lot of spirit.” She said to Deacon, something close to admiration in her voice as they followed. To her, it was refreshing to see a woman carry her own – many women had reverted back to the put-your-jacket-over-a-puddle-so-my-shoes-won't-get-dirty stage, and it irritated her. Chauvinism had been dead for over a century now.
They darted to the now open door, and Deacon barked out orders. Several people questioned it, but Bree wasn't familiar enough with her surroundings to do the same. Savanna backed him up for what it was worth, stating that other members of the Tower might have been sent out earlier in the day. Taking it all in as more of a bystander than a member, she mentally tallied how many people questioned her mother's former patient. What had they all gone through not to trust each other any further than they could spit?
The caped man spoke up then, delivering a plan that seemed plausible if the rest of the group could distract the imp long enough for them to get outside. Several others piped up too; Savanna's sarcasm struck again when the Middle Eastern-looking guy suggested they talk to him, and it took most of her will not to snicker at her perfect delivery. She seemed to soften at the end, as though her conscience bid her not to appear so mean-spirited halfway through. The youngest looking member rattled off some information, but sadly she didn't know how to stop him.
Soon after, Nightwing's plan was put into action; the muted brunette who'd been gracious enough to open the doors and allow them to escape their imp-imposed bath time. The man with long dark hair yelled out that he'd race them to the bottom, and Savanna ordered him to wait, but he was too far gone to have heard the order. Clearly exasperated, she stomped back down to Deacon to hash out a plan. And Bree mentioned hers – announcing that she needed to check on the staff and take inventory of any people hurt. No one openly protested, and knowing very well that she could hold her own, she set off alone, first aid kit in hand.
She'd just rounded the corner of an arbitrarily chosen hallway when she heard a gruff voice instruct her to lead on. ”Thanks for coming along... I'm not exactly sure what the best route would be to do a head check.” Taken aback for a second, she motioned with one hand to the set of rooms in front of them. ”I'm guessing you know this Tower more than I... are there any places this way that tend to be populated with staff members?” She asked, green eyes bright.
As they passed through several empty rooms, until they spotted a man with a map in hand. As they drew near, he greeted them, but his tone held no telling emotion. ”Good morning.” Bree returned, ignoring the actual time of day. He asked if he'd missed something and the biokinetic nodded. ”Someone hacked their way into the junior team training session today... A Mr. Mxy-whatnot, and disappeared shortly after his attack on us. Right now we're just going through the tower, checking to see if any one else was hurt during his chaotic visit.” The way she said it made it sound as if she believed the little man to be gone, and she stopped herself. ”Assuming he's left, which I doubt. Would you care to join us in our rounds?”
Truthfully she didn't care if the man came along, but her eyes zeroed in on the map. It'd be useful to have, just for her to mentally make marks of where they'd been. “Name's Gabriella, by the way. My friends call me Bree; I'm the nurse for the Tower.” She added, just in case he'd not put it together – what with the first aid kit she held onto. Glancing toward Ethan, she waited for him to introduce himself.
 ✄ - - ϲ υ ɾ ɾ е ɳ ț ϲ ѻ ɱ ρ ɑ ɳ у ↺the entire team, Aiden, Ethan and Quinn ✄ - - ϲ υ ɾ ɾ е ɳ ț ɭ ѻ ϲ ɑ ț ɩ ѻ ɳ
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 6:39 pm
  Everyone kept staring. The songstress swallowed hard, more than just a little nervous. Was there something wrong with her? The raven haired woman discretely ran her hands across her cheeks, fingers near her eyes to self-consciously check if her mascara had smudged. She couldn’t ever remember receiving such immediate attention before, but to be fair, her memories were only slightly less holey than swiss cheese. Seemingly delicate arms crossed over her chest as she tried to blend in, filled with a strong desire to back out of the groups focus. They had bigger problems if someone really had just tried to drown the entire Junior League in one go.
The fact that she’d walked in on something like that made her all the more grateful to see Nightwing with all of his necessary pieces still attached. While his radio silence had been expected—It was equally worrisome. Isabella wasn’t sure what the right word really was…Worrisome, or mean. Especially when considering that the caped crusader full well knew that both herself and Cassandra would be watching the news.
With Nightwing out of the city, Blüdhaven needed Batgirl more than ever. Cassandra couldn’t drop everything to do a little snooping, but Isabella could. In the grand scheme of things, she was more of a ward than anything else…She might as well make herself useful. Bella was willing to bet her nicest pair of shoes that there was an earful waiting for her from Cassandra…But the choice to come to Metropolis had been simple.
At least it had seemed simple at the time.
Her effort to proverbially disappear seemed wasted, especially on some of the gentlemen in the room. It was a disaster. Mason was going to think her rude or mentally challenged from her lack of a response. Deacon and the ice manipulator (Aiden) had already started pelting the only person she knew with inquiries about her identity. Professionally or personally, Bella was beginning to feel like a lamb in a locked cage full of hungry lions. Gossip was sure to spread like wildfire in this place if they didn’t get some kind of answer soon…She even overheard the blonde woman that had fallen out of the training area (Karmen) whisper to Mason that she was Nightwing’s significant other. Not surprisingly, Mason shot the idea down.
'As if.', Bella thought, unable to help it when a soundless chuckle ran through her, finding the notion only slightly less ridiculous than believing in the Easter Bunny. He was a vigilante hero that rarely took of his mask… He never stopped working his day/night job. She’d realized quite quickly that he would have never looked twice in her direction if there hadn’t of been a gun aimed point blank at her head. Why he thought to place her with Cassandra was a matter of convenience. For some reason, trouble followed her like a bee to honey. Any camaraderie that had followed on his end was grudging, and likely due to forced proximity.
The sound user was a little taken aback by a woman with horns (Dahlia) who seemed pleased by the fact that she could break things. Something about her tone and the word ‘destructive’ struck a troubling chord, unintentionally dredging up memories that Isabella would have rather left behind. If only she could forget that one... It was different from the way the taller woman (Lola) had announced that knocking out the window had been ‘incredible’. Darker, somehow.
Bella shook her head slightly, unable to really explain how incredible it wasn’t as the woman introduced herself… But this Lola’s enthusiasm was catching. It was hard to be negative with the way she moved and spoke—As if every little thing was a new wonder.
Despite its usefulness, she was fairly apprehensive when it came to using her powers…Superman had warned her that she would likely be asked to utilize them for League purposes, but she hadn’t thought it would be so soon. Forcing her breathing to even out, she tried to focus on the information that Nightwing provided about her. Her friend wasn’t at all the type for idle gossip, but that didn’t keep every part of her from hoping that he would be as vague and mysterious as he usually was.
Isabella wasn’t ready for the rest of the world to find out how they’d met. She’d admitted what had happened to Mr. Kent… But that was as far as it needed to go for the time being. The guilt of it still kept her awake at night, even if it had been an accident. Temporary relief flooded her when the exchange was short, for once, finding appreciation in Nightwing’s no-nonsense attitude.
She would sincerely thank him later on for keeping her secrets—Either before or after thumping him for letting her worry…But all of that would have to wait.
Deacon eventually spoke to her about letting the team out of the flooding training area, showing appreciation, and she nodded her head in hesitant acceptance. Soft eyes tried to place this young man with the leader Superman had described. He seemed kind…. But so did the others. What was so special about him, that differentiated him from the rest of the group? It wasn’t that she doubted him…How could she? The songstress was merely curious…
The rest of her uneasiness was stolen away by a man with glowing eyes (Aurelio). He wore rather eccentric clothing—complete with a top hat that featured little clockwork pieces on the side. He smiled, and she flashed a dainty grin in return, just as she had when Mason greeted her. She was never one to be ill-mannered or rude, especially not when all of the League members seemed to be going out of their way to be nice. The dark haired man called for her attention and emerald eyes widened when way too much of his arm disappeared into his hat. How was he doing that?
Before she knew what was happening he’d pulled a lovely rose from thin air, just like a magician on an old television show. An unintentionally shy expression crossed her features as she accepted the delicate object, a visible blush sweeping across her skin. Jade eyes hit the floor not long after, dark eyelashes dusting against tanned cheeks while she tried to discern the meaning behind the act. No one was this kind to a complete stranger without reason. Even if she was simply looking after the flower, the gesture made her feel more than a touch self-conscious. Before she could indicate any other response, the man was gone, disappearing out the window newly opened window. She really hoped he reached the ground all right, and was hard pressed not to check.
The siren sighed softly as she slid her hands into her hair and swept it up, using the rose to secure a neat bun on the back of her head. The stem was a little long, but she had a feeling that she was going to need both hands long before she found a vase to put it in.
There was an odd sound in the air—A soft buzzing in her ears that almost reminded her of white noise. It had appeared from time to time in Blüdhaven, though it had begun happening more frequently since she’d arrived in Metropolis. It wasn’t really all that bothersome, but it could be a little distracting when she was trying to pay attention to so many people at once.
As she turned head back towards Deacon to await further instruction, she heard a little yip and reflexively glanced down. A puppy? The buzzing in her ears had likely caused her to miss the sound of one of her team members turning into a four legged fur ball, so she simply assumed it belonged to someone on base. Superhero’s lived here, didn’t they? Deacon didn’t seemed shocked by it, so it must be permitted. Cherry glossed lips formed a circle of what might have been an ‘aww’ as she ducked down to pet it,'How cute!'
Were they really allowed to have pets in the Tower? The little thing seemed friendly enough, so the siren delicately scooped the Dalmatian up, and immediately cradled him or her against her chest. Poor thing, the floor was absolutely freezing! (Literally, considering Glacier had frozen the doorway and there were pieces of ice here and there.)
Bella’s eyes visibly widened when Lola asked if the puppy was a monster, and she turned a little, tucking it protectively under her chin. If her shielding stance didn’t tell the Atlantean that the creature was harmless, Deacon was quick to let her know that the Dalmatian didn’t need pummeled. It made Isabella both curious and wary about her abilities. She seemed awfully gung-ho about fighting, and just as confident about killing things.
A girl with auburn hair sashayed towards her, introducing herself as Gypsy. Bella was going to have a heck of a time remembering all these code names, let alone their actual names. The siren smiled back at her, though her face fell into confusion when she made a comment about the puppy in her arms. Around for shits and giggles? It almost made sense, but in a way that didn’t. That seemed to be exactly what puppies were for, so why warn her about it like it was a bad thing? Gypsy flipped her hair as she took her leave, and Bella glanced down at the Dalmation. What had he done, chew her shoes or something?
The pretty blonde woman from before (Karmen) glanced in her direction, the benevolent expression she wore settling some of her nerves. She gave a quiet welcome to the group that Deacon had assigned her to, and she appreciated it. She stayed next to Lola, Avalon, as their leader bid them—Hoping that they didn’t encounter the midget in the bowler cap along the way. If drowning people was his idea of a prank… She didn’t want to know what would happen for a real attack.
Swallowing hard, she glanced back over her shoulder at the ice user hesitantly—almost wishing that Deacon had assigned Mason to their team. Glacier shot her such suspicious looks that it made her that much more nervous and frightened to leave the unconscious safety net Nightwing provided.. Even the Magician or the Gypsy woman would have been better. Her preference overall would have been the caped crusader, but as par usual, he had an agenda that she couldn’t hope to keep up with.
Normally Bella might have waited for Nightwing or Batgirl's perspective to do anything potentially dangerous, deferring to their experience, but Superman had instructed her to trust Deacon. It was impossible for her to trust someone blindly…But she did have faith in the Kryptonian. If he trusted Deacon, she would do her best to do as told.
[OOC: Sorry if its bad or if I missed anyone-Let me know if I need to edit....]
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:55 am
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Karmen opened her mouth to retort Aiden's remark about locking her up too, thought better of it and closed it without so much as a syllable escaping her. She'd blamed boys for the reason she'd never gone to camp, and the cryokinetic replied that “most” twelve year old boys wouldn't have had a devious thought in their heads, to which she wondered whether or not they should send him back to that mentality. “We're in a Tower full of people with all sorts of abilities... I'm sure one of them has the potential to do it.”
She informed him quite readily that were he to get ideas from this conversation for a series of pranks, she'd issue war the way the girls did in an old film that he didn't recognize. “Both versions are old... But it's about twin sisters that were separated as toddlers winding up at the same camp, and at first, they hate each other and set up traps in each others' cabins.” She informed him in a hushed tone, not wanting to bother anyone actually involved in the team pow-wow.
When his lips twitched at the mention of a war between them, which she might have ignored... had it not been for the fire that suddenly light in his eyes. “You won't win this one.” She warned, her tone chilled as a mother who'd been pushed past her breaking point. Silently, she wished she had some leverage to make sure he'd not go out of his way to ruin her clothes, but drew a blank on the possibilities that didn't end badly for her. His salute lacked an authentic feel, despite her urge for him to behave himself where she was concerned. “Trust me.”
The pyrokinetic didn't consider the irony of the statement until afterward, but she guessed that Aiden would latch onto it as easily as an infant to its pacifier. Before she could issue specific threats, the pair split up to meet their partners that Deacon had assigned them, and as she walked over to Mason, she felt slightly relieved to not have to think about the promise she'd just made her opposite. After a quick chat, she caught the ironman up on her life events, and his empathy toward the situation did not go unappreciated. However, the saucy grin that curved his lips gave her cause to glower. “And just what is that supposed to mean?” She asked with a little haughtiness coloring her tone as she shoved him lightly with one hand.
In the few weeks she'd been gone, it didn't appear as though the team had gotten any closer to being a collective whole by the sounds of it. She asked what had kept Deacon so busy that the team felt neglected, and he couldn't give a direct answer. “I don't think what this team needed was more people to rope in...” The blond commented, a bit of confusion in that logic sparkling in her eyes. “But, maybe it'll help.” She said with a forced smile, trying to be optimistic. “Maybe we needed new blood to make us a stronger group...”
In an effort to keep Mason from trying to pry into things he need not have knowledge of, she pretended to be an open book, minus a few things. He zeroed in on the things she didn't want to talk about, and Karmen shook her head, appearing cross. “None of your business, primarily.” She said, teasing. But then Mason assured her that there might not be anything going on between his ears, and she laughed out loud. “You are made of metal... I can imagine that skull is pretty thick.”
Not for the first time, Karmen wanted to bury her head in the sand and pretend the world didn't exist... after the last mission, she wished she could turn back the dial for that night and avoid that bar completely. With a muted sigh, she gave a small nod to Mason's concern. “A little embarrassed that I let someone get the best of me... But a bruised pride should get easier to conceal with time.”
They turned to face the demonstration, and her partner for the task asked if he could use his other form. It offered a little more banter between the two and she snickered. “Are you one of the rare types that will stop and ask for directions?” A moment later, she pretended to be serious to his invitation for her to put her hands all over him. He remarked back that a mere rumor regarding her character wouldn't change his opinion of her and she scoffed. “Not unless you cause it, right?” She quipped, pushing him for the second time in their short conversation.
Within an instant, the light mood they'd been experiencing shifted to something darker with the arrival of their new bubbly friend. Doing her best not to panic, she smiled at Mason. “I just don't want to cause all of this to boil...” If the levels continued to rise at the rate they were, she'd lose control and cook the team. The urgency set the team into action, all of them offering ideas on how to break out of the training session. But before they could implement the plan, a strange woman opened them, and the sudden current swept Karmen off her feet. Unfortunately, neither Aiden or Mason missed her slip, and were quick to check on her. Raising both hands in the air, she silently implored them not to fuss over her.
The iceman chided Mason for allowing her to fall, and her azure gaze rolled to the ceiling. She wasn't priceless glass about to break. The ironman seemed annoyed at Aiden's interference, but at least when he turned his attention to her, he was far less chilly – informing her to grab a hold of him next time she needed an anchor. “Thanks.” She murmured with a sly sort of expression. Not uttering a word about it,, she wondered if he purposefully left what he said so ambiguous.
As soon as the new girl appeared, most of the focus in the room centered on her. Given that Nightwing had offered up information on her, Karmen quietly asked if that was his squeeze, and Mason brought up a valid point. “Well... considering none of us knows what he looks like... maybe... Or the mask could serve as the paper bag; it'd always be at the ready.” She grinned at that, obviously meaning it as a joke. Something about her partner made her feel at ease enough to grasp at a little humor.
It didn't take long for them to get back on track; they needed to find a way to stop the trickster. Lilly offered up some information on him, but it left Karmen shocked. That he thought such stunts were funny only gave them ore reason to be cautious of him. “Let's not make him mad, then.” The woman muttered. If almost drowning them had simply been a game, she hated to think what would be in store for them later. With a plan agreed upon, Deacon called out names to either side of the room.
Personally, she would have preferred that Mason or Aiden be near her side, but it seemed that their leader had other plans. Instead, she gave a welcoming wave to the new girl, who appeared grateful for something other than marvel at her presence. Karmen was just grateful not to have someone look at her like she was broken. For that, Bella was a welcome addition to their ranks.
Deacon ordered her first, and the pyrokinetic swallowed a lump forming in her throat and pushed on after seeing Aiden give her an assuring nod. Why me? She thought as she grasped the door knob with one hand, a fireball forming in the other. Slowly, she opened the door, only to hear a bout of childish laughter echo through the room, and then out of it. Something whirred past her head, but she wasn't sure what direction it headed. “This room is clear.” She said, shutting the door before starting toward the next one. After a series of (mostly) empty rooms, the team made it to the Archives in about ten minutes with few problems.
Immediately, Karmen headed to the computer, fingers flying over the keyboard in a hellfire hurry. But as soon as she pressed the return key, her hands slipped in-between the desk, as if she were phasing through it. “What in the -” Her knees hit her chest and she felt her body rise toward the ceiling. “Uh... I think he found us.” She said, glancing down to discover she had been entrapped in a water-filled bubble, with the top pouring more water over her head. “A little help here.” She said, her voice marking the urgency with the level of the liquid rising fast. From within, she beat against the walls enclosing her, only for it to push her back, the way it bounced felt more like a trampoline than anything she'd ever encountered. One thing was for sure... Karmen did not like this jerk's sense of humor.
The bubble moved around the room of its own accord, drifting up and down, whizzing past her teammates, going through a wall and back again, as if to make it harder for them to catch her. How was any of this even possible? When she re-appeared in the archives, his voice resonated through the room, as though he were nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “Peek-a-boo.”
Though, that devilish giggle after her sent a shiver down her spine. Someone needed to burst her bubble in the worst sort of way.
((OOC: I was given permission for things done at the end of this post by I-the-Fallen; please let me know if I've forgotten something))
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 5:26 pm
Deacon Richards
Location: The Watchtower
Thoughts: Splinter Groups Ahoy! Deacon looked to the two small groups that had formed, with Noir deciding to ignore orders and follow Nightwing and Babel. He was about to interject before they all left. I’m going to need to have a word with her he said to himself. The cop, of all people, should know to follow orders and stick with the group she was assigned. It’s not everyday that you encounter what looks like a reality warping dwarf that traps you in the building you call home. He pondered this to himself as he then nodded in approval towards Spectre as he decided to follow Bree in her decision to check out and find any other survivors. He’d not given him orders, and he took it upon himself to attach himself to Bree. Someone who very likely would need his expertise, given the circumstances. Kindle in front, Deacon right behind her, Dahlia, Avalon, our newest teammate, the puppy that he suspected as Cheshire, and Glacier trailing behind as they stacked up on the first door. Deacon stepped forward to open the door, the seal breaking as they encountered…. Nothing. There was nothing behind the door. He shrugged to the rest of the team, chuckling to himself a bit. He got himself a bit worked up over nothing. Motioning for the rest of them to follow, he made his way through the entrance and onwards. -Ten Minutes Later-Things seemed to be going quite nicely, all things considered. Then again, given the circumstances he had to be wary of what was actually the reason for all the quiet. Usually at times like this, quiet usually spelled trouble. Stopping at a crossway, he took note that to the left was the Observation Area, and to the right were the Archives. Motioning for them to stop, he spoke out, “We have two options. To the right are the Archives, its less open, but keeps us on this floor. Observation can get us up multiple floors, but is wide the hell open. My gut’s telling me the Archives, maybe we can use them to get something on this guy, anything.”“As much as I’d like to move fast, we can’t risk getting too exposed too quickly.” And so he lead them through, the door opening off to the Archives. Kindle shot forward to the terminals, beginning to type away before he had a chance to warn her. Suddenly stopping. He soon witnessed her float up in the air, inside of a bubble of sorts that was filling with water. The bubble began to move about, taking her along with it. She cried out in help, to which Deacon snapped out of it and started to move forward. He began to take flight, following the bubble as he heard Mxy’s wonderful introduction. He was starting to tire of this guy, seriously. Floating along with the bubble, he took a deep breath and attempted to ram into the bubble, hoping his power to phase through would kick in. He moved quickly, knowing that she didn’t have much time on her hands. Though there was some good news and some bad news with his endeavor. The good news was that he was able to phase through, the bad… He could only phase part of himself through, his arms specifically. He was violently ejected out, slamming into the floor behind him. Looking to the rest of them, he barked out, ”It’s moving too fast for me to phase through properly! If we can stop it from moving,. I’ll take the air, try and corral it towards the floor, Avalon if you can grab it and hold on tight. Glacier, if you can try to freeze it to the floor, give something for Avalon to brace it with. Dahlia can you carry any more people with your teleportation abilities? Because if I can’t phase through this we’re gonna need you to get her out of there.”“Hang on Kindle! We’ll get you out of there!” he called to her, cursing himself for putting her in harms way again. He then took flight once more, attempting to push the bubble down towards the rest of the team. God knows they would need to get her out fast.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 11:54 pm
 
Savanna couldn't help the look that crossed her face as Deacon attempted to chide her because she claimed they could be the distraction team. Her face was a mix of 'do you think I'm stupid' and 'you can't be serious. The words didn't fly out of her mouth though, now was not the time for it. If she began arguing with him, it was anyone's guess who might join in. She fought the urge to roll her eyes towards the heavens as she marched away from him. Getting out for her was priority number one.
Apparently though there were other people who were already dead set on doing their own things. Again she fought against the words that threatened to grace her lips as she listened to Elke. Somewhere deep inside she hoped her newly appointed position wouldn't stick. She wouldn't be able to get along with these people who failed to follow orders. "Whatever." She said curtly. It was the only thing that she figured wouldn't cause an argument. She was soaked from the bubbles and still had a pain in her hip. She didn't have the energy for it, not when they needed to get this little troll.
She watched as Elke made her way to Nightwing and Lily, before more words invaded her thoughts, this time from Isis. She couldn't help the glare that set in as the woman seemed to follow Mason's jab at her code name, and the fact that she watched Ethan go off with another group as well. Though it seemed to deepen even further as she turned to look at Isis, as the woman began to question her orders. There was nothing she could do now to stop the words that spilled forth, ignoring the smirk that Mason gave. "This," Savanna said lowly as she gestured to the positions others seemed to get into. "Has nothing to do with my trust in you."
The words almost seemed to come out as a growl as the irritation grew within her. "This," she began again. "Is about your and everyone else's' safety." She paused as she tilted her head, deciding to call the newbie out just as she had decided to call Savanna out. "What exactly would you be able to do with that silk if you were in the back and there was a bolder coming down after us?" She didn't stop there though, she couldn't. "And if you were in the middle and he decided to send icicles down on our heads? Even if you had enough of that silk to cover us all, silk can be cut." They were of course only 'what ifs', but it was still something to consider when she was dishing out orders.
Savanna took a step towards the woman. "You need to think next time before you begin questioning orders. And if you call me kitten one more time, I'll show you just what kind of kitten I am." Her eyes narrowed even further with her glare as she stepped back. "This goes for any of you." Yes the kitten comment was a little more personal than the others, but this woman, this newbie didn't know here anywhere well enough to call Savanna that.
She didn't bother waiting for a response. "But you know what, why don't you go a head and take the middle if you seem so keen on proving your worth? Ya know, seeing as Elke has so graciously excused herself against orders." It was the final words that would grace her lips before the group, Aman, Isis, Dru, Reina, Mason, and herself made their way down the stairs to collect Aurelio. Deacon set off with his group, Dahlia, Aiden, Karmen, Gabe, Bella, and Lola, the two unofficial teams, the trio of Nightwing, Lily, Elke, and the duo of Bree and Ethan set off as well.
Once they reached the lobby, Savanna was surprised to find yet another new face. She had seen Aurelio, yes, but the others seemed to go to him first, leaving her attention on the newcomer, Slyvia. Her voice had come out, demanding to know if the woman meant them ill will or not, something that Isis seemed to second.
Hazel orbs slid to look at Aman for a moment as he said her code name. It took a moment for the words to sink in. "Probably. But we already know he isn't going to let us walk out the front door." She answered, keeping her voice low.
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Once they had the answer to the burning question about the fresh face, and made sure that Aurelio would be okay to continue, Savanna made her way over to the reception desk and unrolled the map that Deacon had given her. She called the group around, making sure to keep an eye on the fair skinned woman. "Looks like there is a sub basement here, one that..." She paused to draw in a deep breath, fighting off the shudder that her next words would put into place. "Lets out into the sewers."
Savanna's lips pursed together as she scrutinized the map even further, searching for another rout, one that would be as unlikely known to the toll as the sewer. "He may not know about that. This building has been remodeled so many times that I'm even shocked its on this map."
Savanna sighed, as she looked up, eyes moving slowly through the group. "Other than that, the other plan I have brewing consist of us trying to get his attention away from the others." Again she kept her voice low. Surprise was their best way to go, either way they swung it. They had, hopefully, the advantage. A lot of the newer faces were on her team, it would make it less likely that the troll would know what they could do.
She shook her head for a moment as she closed her eyes. "If anyone else has a suggestion, speak up." She said before allowing her eyes to go back to the map before them, and index finger drumming against the desk. There was no way she wanted to go into the sewers, but if that was the only way, so be it. She would wait to hear any other ideas before moving the plans into action.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 11:05 am
Reina was beginning to reconsider her love of bubble baths. Considering one was trying to kill her right now, it was quickly becoming her least favorite pass time. And ruining her boots. Pity they were really good boots. Her attention was drawn toward the Arab as he answered her question. Flashing a set of perfectly straight teeth at him she nodded. Hiding her annoyance behind her smile.
“I do not think any of us have much time left.” She admitted once more regarding the bubbles. She gave a sigh, molten pools flickering from beneath her lashes toward her twin who stood nearby with his partner. She knew that he was completely aware of her and the eminent death by bubbles but as always her brother was the calm in the eye of the storm. Which just got a lot more chaotic as bubbles, froth and all that fun stuff rushed out of the room.
Two strong arms wrapped around the Russian, keeping her upright. “Perhaps heels were not a wise choice.” Dru murmured next to her ear, a smile in his voice as she swatted at his chest cursing at him in a mixture of Russian and Romanian. He chuckled softly and when she was steady on her feet, she made sure to hit him square in the chest but laughter danced in her eyes.
Who knew their moment of peril could be so amusing. She thought with a shake of her head. Perhaps it was more shocking that Dru was being playful, then again she had a feeling that he was doing it merely for her benefit. Then again he did have a twisted sense of humor, she mused.
She placed her hand over his, the one that held her elbow and gave it a small squeeze. He released her and once more the twins stood side by side, battle read and if anything Alexandriena was ready to kick that purple imp’s a**.
Her attention was drawn toward Deacon as he spoke to the group. Communications were out—obviously. If she’d been here to wreck havoc on the Watch Tower that would have been her fist thing. Take out communications, use their own security against them and completely cut them off from the rest of the world like birds in a cage.
Folding her arms over her chest she listened as he continued on, meanwhile her gaze slowly swept the room around them. Looking for any sign of their visitor. Earlier right before he’d attacked there had been a ripple in the air and perhaps if he was nearby she would see that again.
She was pleased to hear that her and Dru would be working together and even more pleased that they would be going outside. Barely able to contain her excitement, her powers crackled at her finger tips, the atmo just out of reach, it tingled up her arms. Humming through her like a living breathing thing, it’s pulse in tune with her own heart. Just out of her reach. Her gaze skimmed over the faces in the dividing groups, molten pools shifting to land on Savanna. Watching the exchange of hands, the map that Deacon placed in her hands as well as the clearance card.
It was then that her pervious partner piped up and both her brows shot up. Talk to him? Really? Was that his best idea? If she wasn’t so shocked by his…had they not been in the same pit of bubbly hell? She looked up at Dru from the corner of her eye. He merely stared at the dark completed man. Probably wondering if he should kill him now or wait for his own stupidity to catch up with him. She found herself smirking at the quip from Savanna and pressed her lips into a line to hid her amusement. At least she wasn’t the only who thought the idea foolish.
But thankfully it was Lily who chimed in, the little memory bank quickly informed the group exactly who they were dealing with. So the purple imp had a name. Mr. Mxyzptlk. Why did that name sound so familiar…
Reina chuckled softly, brushing her finger tips through her hair and brushing back the slipper strands that hung around her face slick against her skull. “Talking to this one would be like talking to a child, Aman. They do not listen and if you try and chide them they throw a temper tantrum. Except his tantrum could get us all killed.” She sated matter of factly. Yes Mxy was playing with them—she would hate to see what he was capable of doing when he was really trying.
More questions were fired at their leader, questions she herself was curious about the answer. One by the blonde that her brother had been pared with and the it was parroted by a dark haired male who’s eyes constantly seemed to be smiling and danced with a child’s mischief. If memories served her right, from the files she had on the members his name was Mason. Dru shifted a little closer to his sister, the movement so subtle that it would go unnoticed by the others but when he shifted she was given a clear view of a window. The very window that Nightwing was directing the dark haired woman who’d saved them toward.
Her mouth suddenly went dry, her pulse began to race—where they going to?
She gasped as if she’d just been hit in the stomach as the window shattered under the sonic blasts that came from the girl.
Oh yes!
The atmosphere seemed to engulf her, welcoming her, feeling as if a thousand invisible fingers caressed her. She opened her eyes, revealing swirling pools of molten chocolate that were as turbulent as a stormy sky. Those twin orbs settled upon Mason and a slow smile touched her lips as he asked what they were capable of, the question only caused the swirling globes to spin a little faster as dark shades of brown nearly black bleed into the irises.
Before she could say anything however another spoke up, uttering a single word ’plenty’. Her smile shifted to a small smirk. Perhaps there was someone with in their midst she could get along with. Mason fired off a retort and Reina merely looked up at her brother who stood quietly at her side. Truthfully he looked board out of his mind but she knew better. He was observing the dynamics of the group and probably cursing her for her brilliant idea to join such a dysfunctional team.
Aside from her company he wasn’t one for playing nice with others. If they were in a sandbox he would probably be that kid sitting on a mound of stolen toys, staring down anyone who drew too near.
Well, you will have to get use to it eventually. She thought, lightly bumping her twin with her shoulder and drawing his attention toward her. Their silent conversation issued in gestures and glances reassured her that he was indeed none too pleased with their current situation, she merely smirked and shook her head.
“Do not worry your about what we can do, I promise it’s more than just smashing things.” She quipped as her gaze returned toward Mason. Her accent thickening as she sized him up. Yet for all the playfulness of her tone her mood darkened with his disregard for Savanna. Under minding her infront of their group. She had a feeling he was going to be one of the reasons why she would miss the life of an assassin. If anyone disrespected you, hell even if they looked at you the wrong way, you could kill them and no one would bat an eye at it—well as long as you were justified that is. Then again when you’re a favorite of Ra’s there was very little you could do that would not be justifiable.
“And I’m defiantly more deadly than a bundle of silk.” She murmured, responding to the praise that had been rained upon the woman in question.
Her gaze shifted toward Alexandru as she spoke a fluent mixture of their native tongues. “Do you recognize her?” To the untrained ear it would sound like a odd mixture of sounds that did not mesh well together, gibberish if you will. Some considered it the illusive twin-speak and in a way it was. It had saved she and her brother more times than not because how many people in the world spoke both Romanian and Russian? Let alone at the same time, interchangeably.
His gaze shifted to her from beneath hooded eyes with the briefest hand gesture that confirmed her thoughts. Her gaze once more returned toward the dark skinned woman, if anything it was the entanglement of silk that gave the woman away. She’d heard of a lesser assassin with in the league who’d run off. The woman was said to be of gypsy decent with a licentious sort of nature. Throwing herself at men, really what sort of self respecting Romani girl would throw herself at some man like some three bit hooker?
Reina’s attention was shifted toward a dapperly dressed male who approached them, he had a curious air about him but he did make a point before making a hasty excite right out the window. Like a child playing a game of tag…oddly enough reminding her a little of their impish foe. She had to repress the urge to lean closer to the windows ledge and see if he would spat on the side walk like a pancake but resisted the urge. Instead she looked toward Savanna as the woman tried fiercely to rein in the rest of their group.
When code names were asked she waited for the others to go and did her best to stamp down her new found irritation when Isis introduced herself. Gypsy. The gull. It took all of her will and training not to react. Instead, when they fell silent, she cleared her throat before bowing her head and introduced Alexandru and then herself.
“My brother, Aura,” She gestured toward her twin with a tip of her head. “And I am Tempest.” She said watching as Dru gave a subtle nod from the corner of her eye. Yet before their group could even fall in line and take up their positions the blonde, Elke, said she would go and assist Nightwing and Lily with their task. Soon after her, Mr. Plenty slipped away from their group to aid the woman who had been their when she and Dru had arrived.
It seemed they were down two, make that three members and her gaze swept toward Savanna who gave out her orders but before they could even make it two steps, Isis jabbed a quip at Savanna. This girl was quickly making her reconsider playing nice. After all the window was there and it had been awhile since she’d made a kill. But Savanna quickly and beautiful put the disgrace in her place. Instantly gaining her respect.
When she was finished with the firm tongue lashing and with one mournful look toward the window Reina followed the rest of the group downstairs. She took the space between Mason and Isis while her brother found his behind Savanna. She took one final glance toward the open window and with a small little frown began their decent.
The banging that echoed up the stairs was unmistakable and she had a feeling it may have had something to do with their other missing member—who had taken his exit early. Idly wondering if this was of his own making or if the Watch Tower’s least favorite guest was to blame. She was hoping for the first and if not what sort of bubbly death trap waited for them below? If that was to be the going theme of the day.
The twin’s movements were fluid, even with Alexandriena’s six inch heels not a sound could be heard as they moved past their group leader into the main floor, her gaze briefly meeting with Dru’s as she felt that eerie calm settle over her. Knowing that he was secreting just enough pheromones to sooth calm the group.
When they hit the main lobby she was less than surprised to see the glassy remnants of the door shattered on the floor. However what she was surprised to find was the woman who stood near the spell caster. The girl was instantly questioned by Savanna and then Isis rushing to the wizard’s defense with her silk. Reina couldn’t help it she rolled her eyes.
Turning her attention toward Dru who’s gaze was sweeping the interior of the room in a slow methodical circle until it fell on her. “Anything?” She asked in Russian.
“Nothing other than what you see.” He responded in kind. “This group lacks…trust and loyalty. I do not think this was a wise idea sister.” He uttered with a firm scowl.
Smoothing a hand through her pony tail she sighed. “I know and I’m sure you will remind me of such a poor decision for many years to come. But it’s better than being out there on our own.”
“We would have survived better there.” He shot back with a glare. “At least there we wouldn’t have to deal with the little devil and his pension for bubbles.”
She smirked up at him, hardly paying mind to his bitterness. “Ah but where is the fun in that.” She teased as Savanna spoke to the group once more. She couldn’t help it, she grimaced, the thought of being stuck in the sewer with it’s various foul aromas was enough to make her stomach roll. But it failed in comparison to the fact that she would be underground, far from the skies. She smoothed over her features with a deep breath. Savoring what bit of fresh air she could, if they were to indeed venture into such a place.
She pressed her lips together. "Would our new friend even allow us to get to the sewer?" She ventured, motioning toward the brand new door created by the spell caster. "He had a hand in this, no?"
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ooc// i'm truly sorry for the length also, dru's dialogue is included because wellll i'm lazy and didn't want to write another monster post back to back hehe. As always, any issues lemme know~
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 6:38 pm
  Upon reflection, as he giggled about the panicked look on these people's faces, Mxy couldn't figure out why it'd taken him so long to terrorize a whole group of super heroes. This had to be the greatest amount of fun he'd had in at least a millennium. Grabbing his purple shoes by the toes, he somersaulted backwards through the air, his maniacal laughter infectious enough to echo throughout the tower, as though the walls themselves were speakers to amplify it loud enough for the whole Tower to hear. “Goodie.” He exclaimed excitedly, swinging to and fro above the group, keeping invisible so that they'd not guess his location too soon. Listening to their plans, he simply shook his head at their abysmal attempts to thwart him. That would never happen when he'd always outsmart them.
After all, they'd all but forgotten all of those bubbles still rising in their little arena area. Soon this whole building would be riddled with his fun foam for them to play in. He followed the caped man's group first, assuring that they'd make it outside, even if only for two seconds before he reeled them back in as easily as an expert angler would a prize bass. For now, he left the pair of woman and man alone – smaller groups seemed less entertaining than antagonizing six people at once.
Biding his time, he waited until Deacon's group made it to the “Archives” room, and seized the opportunity. Invisible hands came up from the keyboard and trapped a pretty blond into a bubble, before having her dodge them all. “Uh oh!” The impish man sniggered, more excited than concerned.
He then popped out of the air, and back into it near the demon girl with horns. With a tap on her shoulder, her frame shrank to that of a ten year old. “Eternal youth!” He yelped, a finger pointed to the ceiling, as if it'd explain the joke.
With that, he left them, instead choosing to appear just in front of the feline woman, who seemed to be unhappy with some of her fellows. “You need more friends.” He stated, as though he were for once attempting to be serious. With a nod, a wink and a twirl, the furniture started to creak and groan as it came to life, all marching toward the group, foreboding an attack. To make matters worse, the walls started to close in, inching closer to promise no good escape. “Or enemies.” Tee hee!
((ooc: as indicated above, any prior knowledge of Mxy should be approved by Bun. Thanks!))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 7:54 pm
 
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  Aiden listened quietly while Karmen explained the finer points of an ancient movie called ‘The Parent Trap’, mentally filing away the name of it for later. The Californian born and raised police officer chuckled a little at her hushed words, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. “That sounds like a movie parents should keep their kids far away from.”
“I seem to remember being pretty creative all on my own, without a show designed to specifically give me pointers.”, he drawled slowly as he straightened the collar of his uniform, blue eyes sweeping over the golden haired pyrokinetic beside him. The more they spoke about everyday things and went back to their usual routine, the more she seemed to relax. It had taken him a little while to figure it out, but the easiest way to get her back to normal was either to piss her off or make her blush. Either response was favorable…
It might not have been the smartest idea in the world, considering his vulnerability to flame, but everytime an emotion set her eyes on fire—It was all worth it. He hated to see her barely living, intentionally shunning personal ties and friendships because of long gone ghosts that seemed to consume her. Karmen deserved more than that kind of life; She was better than that. The young woman warned him that he wouldn’t win, and his lips pulled into an unintentionally charming smile. “Karmen…”
The way he said her name was affectionate and smooth. It was the way a person spoke to someone very dear, when they were being innocently endearing without meaning to. “Do you honestly think I aim to win?”
“It’s all about how we play the game... Why would I want it to end?”
Aiden left her not long after that, forced to excuse himself because he needed to have a select few words with their superior.
Gabriella was interesting. Just one more jigsaw to solve, her presence a bunch of random puzzle pieces that didn’t quite match up. Most of the women at the Watch Tower seemed to have one or two things in common. The first was that about a third of them were completely certifiable. The second, was that ninety percent of them were absolute stunners. Those on the team were a far cry different than the butch types he was used to on the L.A.P.D. circuit. The only one that remained in a category all her own was Dahlia, for obvious reasons.
The new school nurse fit into one of those stereotypes. He couldn’t decide yet if she fit into both—But she was definitely easy on the eyes. Pretty usually translated to crazy. “You’re giving men and God too much credit. We’re observant when we want to be. Don’t mistake that with intelligence. You’ll be disappointed.”, Aiden cracked a grin after that, showing the welsh woman that he was joking. Mostly. There were a few male counterparts on base that he wouldn’t trust to know how to tie their shoes with an instruction manual. I.E. Mason.
Gabriella asked how long Deacon had been off the ice, and the cryokinetic shrugged apathetically. Aiden hadn’t really paid that much attention to the kids’ history. He had a name, and gave the orders. That was good enough. “I’m not sure, but not very long, I’d wager.”
No one could be that damn stupid that hadn’t been frozen in ice for a few decades.
It didn’t escape his notice that the young woman he’d been paired with kept turning the conversation back to him. Aiden only noticed because he wasn’t used to answering so many questions about himself. She gracefully let him stew after asking about what had happened to his career. The answer was simple: Crash, Boom, Flames. Gabriella began to tell him about her desire to be a firefighter, and it slowly pulled his mind from dark subjects. It had been a long time since he’d last seen his Ex-Fiancée, but he still felt her. Or rather, felt the hole she’d carved in his chest and left to sting in open air.
Aiden blinked when Gabriella reached up to pinch his cheek, eyebrows rising a little. It had been a long time since someone had touched him jokingly like that, not since he’d last been home. He didn’t pull away, but shook his head when she referred to herself as a ‘cougar-town ride’. There’s no way she could have known how that would sound before it was already out of her mouth…“Oh don’t you worry about me, ma’am. I can hold my own…”
“But do me a favor… Don't refer to yourself as a ‘town ride’ of any kind or I’ll be obligated to punch out any fool that repeats it.”, the ice manipulator pulled apart her words, flashing a grin that spoke of old world chivalry and charm. While Aiden seemed like he might have been teasing her, there was an edge of truth. It could have been Karmen, it could have been Savanna… Any man talking about a woman that way would find themselves on their a** in two point five.
Gabriella suggested the variables that she ought to add to her testing group and he shrugged his shoulders again, pretending that he didn’t know where she was going with it. His expression was full of ersatz virtue, blue eyes warm and touched with amusement. “If you were referring to me, I’m sure that’d work—But respectfully, it’s not something I’ll be signing up for.”
He paused after a moment, seeming to remember the rest of her commentary as an afterthought. He rubbed his chin a little, unable to see her face due to the blindfold.
“Let the record show—I’m not green.”
Mentioning something to the effects of ‘hitting it out of the park’ ran across his mind, since she’d mentioned a league—But she was tricky. There was no way he could talk about baseball in front of her in this context.
His indecision was stolen by a yelp, and he sighed. Apparently, saved by the screaming. He glared at his dark haired partner, recognizing the look she gave when he told her to be careful. Gabriella was going to be a handful.
Aiden was running out of hands.
The cryokinetic was thankful that their watery prison was short lived, but his cold gaze lingered on Karmen a little longer than it should have. She was soaking wet, and no doubt hated having that crap in her hair. He tried not to dote on her, but she made it so damn difficult. The cop flashed back to their first mission with Amazo and thought of the car door that had nearly taken her head off when they got out of the Humvee. Trouble followed her like Summer followed Spring. Mason snapped back at him and it took everything he had not to growl back.
Karmen was the only thing that kept him quiet. She would hate being embarrassed if they started all out fighting due to her recent slip n slide excursion.
His angered gaze instead fell on the new girl, noting that she looked skittish. Like a frightened rabbit. Her eyes were wide, pupils larger than they should be. Typical fight or flight… But what was she apprehensive about? Was she the culprit, or was it the situation unsettling her? His accusing gaze softened a little when Nightwing affirmed that he knew her, finding it strange that Deacon hadn’t a clue on the matter one way or the other.
Of course this ‘Bella’ was mute. If she was the enemy, that only added to her helpless disguise. No one would suspect a cute disabled chick. Especially not when she was holding a puppy for Christ’s sake.
Still… If Nightwing seemed to trust her, it would have to be enough. At least for now.
“Good Luck.”, he muttered to those nearest to him, glad to see that Ethan would be going with Gabriella. No matter her skills…She shouldn’t be alone. It was too precarious for them on a whole, let alone by themselves.
Aiden nodded towards Nightwing as they started to form groups, a silent goodbye. He didn’t have any problems with Lily accompanying him, especially not when Elke signed up. All they could really hope for was that the Myx couldn’t split his focus between so many groups at one time. The cryokinetic couldn’t help but grimace darkly at the notion of being so far from Kindle, once they got lined up. Why the hell was Deacon putting his MOST distressed agent in the FRONT? Hadn’t he heard a god damn thing Aiden had said? If he was trying to show confidence in her, this was the wrong time. Wrong and hazardous. Breathing in through his teeth, he exhaled from his nose, counting to ten. He’d never called out a superior in front of subordinates before…He never disobeyed orders.
There was a particular blindness Deacon had where the human condition was concerned, and it was really starting to grate on his last nerve. How he couldn’t read his team confused the hell out of him. The ice manipulator was slowly realizing that their ‘leader’ was either too inexperienced, or just didn’t give a s**t.
Aiden grudgingly bit the bullet and took up the rear of the group, wishing that he at least had a firearm on him. Then again… It almost seemed like more of a liability. If this troll was playing games, who was to say he wouldn’t play games with a gun and accidentally/purposefully shoot someone?
He listened when Deacon announced that they had two options, one being the Archives. Considering that was where he’d wanted to go in the first place, his vote fell on record keeping. Myx knew way too much about them. They needed more information to be able to appropriately anticipate his movements. Aside from what Lily had divulged, this was the next best place to look.
They apparently chose the Archives because he heard a door open up close by. He lingered behind the group as a typical protection detail demanded—Checking his three, six, and nine as he went. Due to the fact that he was last in line, he didn’t see Karmen wind up in trouble until it was too late. Eyes that were normally warm and full of life immediately deadened, glazing over. Deacon would find that he’d barely gotten the order out of his mouth before a cold front snapped through the room with deliberate vengeance. Ice spread over the walls and ceiling, sweeping soundlessly under the feet of the League members. Aiden didn’t normally seem to emanate cold unless he chose to, but that didn’t stop frost-like patterns from arcing across his skin. Not this time. Anger was a powerful trigger that he hadn’t fallen victim to in years. It was rare enough that he almost felt startled when fury ripped through him in a form so cold that it could have burned. He rapidly decreased the thermal energy in the area around the bubble, aware that Kindle didn’t enjoy low temperatures...But she would have to suffer it for now. He hoped that flash freezing it would slow it down long enough to get her out.
Aiden remembered from a few childhood experiments that bubbles tended to freeze and crack easier than an eggshell. Whether this would work or not because it was some kind of voodoo magic was beyond him. He could only go with what he knew. There wasn’t time to look up what magic obeyed what laws of nature and how regular science would affect it. Aiden maintained a delicate balance—successfully freezing the outside of the bubble without actually freezing the liquid inside. If it wouldn’t have run the risk of hurting such precious cargo, he would have dropped temperatures to subzero levels—Just like he had with Amazo.
Not much functioned well in that kind of environment.
Deacon issued a slew of convoluted orders that really didn’t make much sense to the cryokinetic—At least not in that moment. Kindle was going to DROWN for someone else’s amusement. He glanced up at Deacon while he tried to push the bubble down, his usually handsome features muted with wrath. He barked out one word, the deep baritone of his voice a threatening growl. “Enough.”
This was perhaps the most livid that any of the League members would have ever seen him, despite the fact that he remained mostly silent. Every inch of the good ole boy was eradicated, a tick in his jaw evident from clenched teeth. His dark expression was only more pronounced by the ice that cracked in to existence near his feet. He made sure not to nail Phantom with his ability as it spread, despite the fact that it was tempting.
It was a god damn bubble. Not a fortress, not some kind of impenetrable shield—Just a bubble. The object that had begun to form rapidly took shape, twisting and growing to be as tall as he was. The cryokinetic grabbed it swiftly, literally breaking it away from the floor out of sheer impatience. When the top glinted in the light, it would be evident that he had indeed made a very dangerous looking spear.
Aiden took two steps forward and jammed the spear into the bubble, extremely careful not to hit Karmen. To his relief it burst, and the young woman fell from the bottom as he discarded the weapon—landing straight in his arms. The ice in the room immediately seemed to dissipate, returning to the ambient water vapor that he’d originally drawn it from. The electronics in the room shouldn’t be deeply damaged by anything but the water that came from the bubble. He could feel her shaking, hear her teeth chattering. Her skin had an unhealthy blue tinge that made him cringe. Freeing her was nearly as costly as the bubble itself. But at least she was breathing. Cold eyes sought Karmen’s as he drew her closer, stoic expression briefly softening. “Just breathe…You’ll be all right.”
God help Myxl-whatever the ******** if she wasn’t.
The cryokinetic didn’t bother putting Karmen down, one arm wrapped protectively around her back—The other modestly under the back of her knees. His gaze turned towards the others in the room, unapologetic for disobeying. Aiden’s attention eventually fell to the team leader as he pushed down the last vestiges of his ability, his flesh just as warm as anyone else. “Choose someone else to lead the way from here on out. Kindle is unavailable.“
Deacon’s ill-conceived experiment with putting an already traumatized woman on the front lines was over. Completely, and one hundred percent done. Karmen and their fearless leader could chastise or punish him however they liked later on—Aiden would grudgingly accept it. For now, at the very least, Karmen would not be expending herself any more than absolutely necessary. His mirthless tone and dead eyes spoke volumes, warning anyone against arguing otherwise. They could fight tooth and nail about what was already decided, or they could all be adults and solve the real damn problem. “I will continue to watch the back of the group. Let’s get what we came for and get the hell out of here before that jackass comes back.”
Speak of the devil. Aiden blinked as Myx suddenly appeared and shouted something about eternal youth. He couldn’t help it when sharp pieces of ice began to spike from the floor, aimed towards the little freak in the bowler cap. He would have happily impaled him at that point, and was a little disappointed to see that he’d missed. There were holes in the ceiling, but that was it.
He didn’t realize that Dahlia had changed until he turned to look at her. He remained unamused, swallowing a rather disgruntled sigh. “...Someone else will need to watch her.”
This was the most annoying enemy on the planet. He sincerely wished they’d stayed with Karmen’s family, just one more day.
 
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 10:02 am
XXXXXXXXXXXX[✺] Power: Umbrakinesis
XXXXXXXXXXXX[✺] Thoughts: Trio of Misfits?
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  Elke was not unaware of the fact that her decision to divert from the course she was initially instructed to take would likely put a strain on her subordinate record. Had she not felt that the group she'd initially been assigned would be perfectly capable of handling itself without her accompaniment, she wouldn't have split from them to begin with. However, she truly did feel that Lily and Nightwing would find more use for her abilities in the event something did happen. While she didn't distrust Nightwing's resourcefulness or Lily's intellect and creativity to get them out of a situation, it never hurt to have a third for reassurance. Of course, her reasoning had more to it than that but even from a technical standpoint she knew she was right to make the call she felt Deacon had failed to account for.
While she respected Deacon and sympathized that he was still adjusting to a new time line and being conscious in general, she knew that made it easier for him to be overwhelmed at times. He had been delegated their leader but that didn't mean that he wasn't human in the sense of the word that he got lost in his thoughts from time to time and would make mistakes like anyone else. Naturally he couldn't be everywhere at once and see everything from every angle so it was her job as a member of his team to make up for the potential details he'd missed. In the case of Lily and Nightwing that was exactly what she was doing. It wasn't meant as a disrespect to her leader by any means but more as a way of giving him a break from having to look into every detail and direct everyone accordingly. People needed to have their own heads on their shoulders and use their judgment: if her job as an officer had taught her anything, it was that.
Upon concluding that she was going to receive no direct objection to her decision to break from her initially assigned team, the officer turned her attention toward both Lily and Nightwing to examine them for any unspoken reactions. Nightwing, of course, was incredibly difficult to gauge based on the fact that he had a mask, however, she imagined he likely wasn't too pleased with the implications that accompanied her insistence on chaperoning himself and Lily. As for the youngest member of the league, she seemed content to keep her thoughts to herself, her expression remaining fairly neutral as she turned to Nightwing as if he had anymore choice in the matter than she did. It seemed things were decided and that Elke would, in fact, be accompanying the two on their way to the top of the building, assuming the little gremlin would even allow them passage there.
Once her role in the scheme of everything had been solidified, Elke again turned toward the two she'd insisted on accompanying, assuming she would have to be the one to break the ice. She was proven wrong, though, as Nightwing of all people was the first to speak to her: something she definitely had not anticipated. Unsurprisingly, however, his question was purely business related and task oriented, something she could certainly respect about the man if nothing else. "My ability," she stated matter-of-factly with an indifferent tone indicating she had also entered a no nonsense mindset.
She allowed the comment to linger in the atmosphere for a moment in order for Nightwing to process it before continuing to 'further elaborate' as he had requested of her earlier. The officer had no intention of forcing the man to repeat himself and possibly inciting irritation in him due to her making a grossly vague statement. "Umbrakinesis or manipulation of shadows. I can meld myself with them and use them as a means of transportation. My range is limited and at current I would probably only be able to bypass a few floors at a time but I figure it's easier on you to have me take care of myself instead of putting unnecessary strain on your equipment."
It was her way of trying to look out for the two of them. While she was certain Nightwing knew the limitations of his own equipment, she didn't want to burden him by adding unnecessary tension to his possession seeing as he had originally only been planning to take Lily. This way it gave him options as to how he wanted to go about things. Yes, she was here to keep an eye on Lily but that didn't mean that she was going to overbear herself and try and tell him what to do. If there was one thing she trusted about him, it was that he was resourceful and intelligent enough to make his own decisions. She wasn't here to play the role of over glorified babysitter, merely to serve as a support role in the event it was required of her.
"If you believe there's a more practical way to go about things, I'm all ears, I just figured I'd be less trouble if I took care of myself." She wasn't there to be in the way, just to assure the safety of her team members, the plural being deliberate. While she didn't necessarily trust the masked man, that didn't mean she wouldn't see to his safety just as adamantly as she would to Lily's. Ultimately he had been chosen to be a part of the league so she liked to believe that meant he wasn't a horrible person. That being said, the fact she knew hardly anything about him wasn't the most comforting notion. All in all, what better way was there, really, to get to know him better than by actually working in conjunction with him? At least that way she would get to observe his mannerisms in close quarters in a more personal setting considering there would only be three of them.
"I'm ready to go," she assured, maintaining the certainty and fortitude she had when initially volunteering herself to accompany them, "whenever."
✺ I'm beginning to find that ✺ ✺ When I ✺ ✺ Drive ✺ ✺ Myself ✺ ✺ My Light is Found ✺
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 1:43 pm
xxx❀ Avalon ❀ Atlantean ❀ Watchtower Archives
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The team’s exercise ended when they were interrupted by a surprisingly small man in a silly outfit. And soon after he arrive the room began to fill with water and bubbles. Lola hadn’t been terribly worried about it. She felt more comfortable in water than out of it, it was her home after all. But it seemed to be a different story when it came to her teammates, and when she realized they were trying to find a way out, the Atlantean was quick to do what she could to help.
Nightwing asked if she could breathe the water they were in and for the first time she considered it. It was strange, the texture was slippery… from the bubbles? She really didn’t know, but was willing to find out. And remembering that her own room had a drain in it to empty the water, she dragged the masked man around the training room to find its drain.
It turned out she hadn’t needed to help at all, as the door swung open. Water started rushing passed her and when Nightwing grabbed onto her she kept him from falling over. Apparently he was kinda weak…
The team regrouped in the hall and met a new lady (Bella) there. Everyone seemed to want to know more about her, Lola included. And she knew Nightwing? A quizzical glance hit the masked man for a brief moment before returning to the new person. She was very quiet, and Nightwing told everyone that she was mute so they couldn’t ask her any questions right now.
When Deacon started giving orders, Lola listened, only to be confused at the idea of them needing help. All they had done was get out of the training room, they hadn’t even tried to fight the little man yet. She definitely hadn’t done anything helpful for the team yet and offered to do so.
Lily told them what she knew about the silly-looking man and stated that he was dangerous. Lola was quick to give her opinion on the matter - he didn’t look dangerous, she could take him out. Lily’s response was a laugh but the Atlantean didn’t know what what she’d said was funny and pursed her lips as she tried to figure it out. “You don’t think I can??” she finally asked, slightly offended that someone would think she was weaker than an old man.
Nightwing asked the new girl to knock out a window and, curious as ever, Lola watched to see what she would do. The sound easily caught her attention and interest and she was soon at the lady’s side to let her know just what she thought of it. Her exclamation of how incredible it was was met with a shake of the lady’s head though and her brows furrowed slightly. “I think it is… Why not?” she asked curiously, only to remember that they weren’t supposed to be asking her questions yet. “Oh wait!” she exclaimed quickly “That has to wait ‘til later!” As Nightwind had told everyone.
A squeak caught her attention next, a strange little creature whose intentions she didn’t know. Maybe a minion of the silly man they were trying to stop? Or just a monster?? Whatever it was, she was ready to fight it and asked the team’s leader if she was supposed to kill it. Keeping a close eye on it. But then… THE NEW GIRL JUST PICKED IT UP!!!
Deacon told her that it was just a baby dog. A dog... ? Baby monsters were still monsters… He also said that they were harmless, for the most part.. Her eyes narrowed on the creature in the new girl’s arms “I’m watching you…” she uttered lowly. If it stopped being harmless, she would take care of it. It was tiny, she could just stomp on it.
The team had been split into two groups. If they really wanted to find the old man, two big groups wasn’t very efficient, but they seemed afraid of him and wanted to stick together. Either way, she would do as told. Deacon put everyone in order. Kindle, then him, Dahlia, Lola, the new girl and the puppy, then Glacier. She was told to stick with Dahlia and the new girl and gave a nod to the team leader and got in line, throwing a smile back over her shoulder at the new girl.
When they got to the first door, Deacon told Kindle to open it slowly, and if there was anything bad on the other side he would use his ability to phase them out of the way, which clearly left her and Dahlia to deal with whatever it was. And that was fine by the Atlantean. Everyone else seemed so cautious, afraid of combat. But Lola had been raised to fight in Atlantis. She may have been young, but was confident in her abilities and happy to test them against others. Dahlia seemed even more eager than her, and even if the demoness didn’t understand why they would protect people, she was sure the woman would fight whatever bad guys they found. And Lola was ready to fight as well.
She would have prefered to be right up front, to be truthful, but that wasn’t where Deacon wanted her to be.
At the first door, they heard laughter. Lola tried to figure out where it was coming from, ready to jump into action, but when Kindle announced that the room was clear they moved on to the next. They checked a bunch of doors before Deacon decided they needed to get to the archives. They made it there without much issue, and Kindle started typing into the computer while Lola waited idly by.
Rather that watching what the pyrokinetic was doing, she looked around the room they were in, taking it all in. At least until she heard the woman speak, and blue eyes returned to her teammate who speculated that the little man had found them. Lola’s gaze immediately began bouncing around the area in search of him but couldn’t find him. When Kindle asked for help, her attention shifted back to her.
She was in a floating bubble that was filling with water. Bubbles weren’t very strong, she could probably just pop it. At least she had thought so until Kindle started pounding on the inside of it. Maybe she just wasn’t strong enough. “I’ll get it!” Lola announced, assuming it would be a simple thing to get Kindle out of the bubble.
She moved in and drew back to strike it full force. She threw a fist for it, but before she could hit, the bubble bounced out of her reach. “Hey!” she exclaimed indignantly at the miss. She started trying to chase the bubble, but quickly she realized she wasn’t going to be able to hit it like that. So instead she tried to watch as it moved around, trying her hardest to predict where it would be so she could catch it. But it could change direction at any second… and even phase through walls?!?!
Deacon chased the bubble around too and tried to phase through it, but he didn’t make it and he said it was because it was moving too fast. He quickly came up with a plan and Lola huffed a sigh. He would corral the bubble to her, she and Glacier needed to keep it in place while Deacon tried to phase into it to get Kindle out. Was she the only one that saw the problem with the plan? The bubble could also phase…
“I’m not sure this will work… if it can phase through walls, don’t you think it’ll just phase through my arms??” If he could corral it into her fist maybe she could pop it. It left her a bit conflicted. She was supposed to listen to Deacon, and she wanted to, but with such an obvious flaw in his plan she didn’t want to risk losing out on her chance to get Kindle out by ignoring it. And he expected her and Glacier to be able to hold the bubble (that could phase through walls) long enough for him to try to phase into it, and then Dahlia to teleport in if he failed.
Wordlessly, she looked to Glacier to see what he thought of it all. If he was going to stick with the plan - if he thought it could work - she would do her part to help. The cryokinetic seemed angry, at least he didn’t seem angry at her. He spoke up, it was one word but even Lola understood it’s intent. He formed a spear with his ability and stabbed it into the bubble to pop it.
“That was amazing!!!” the Atlantean exclaimed excitedly. In that moment, something about the man had reminded her vaguely of her king, a man she absolutely admired. He caught Kindle before she fell and told Deacon that she wouldn’t be leading the group anymore. “That was a close one,” she stated, a positive tone, as always, in her words. “Are you alright Kindle?” she asked, taking the few steps to stand in front of Glacier. Kindle wasn’t an aquatic being, Lola didn’t completely understand it, but it was probably like if she stayed out of water for too long. She got weak, and dried out…
“Let’s get this guy! He can’t hurt our teammate and get away with it!” she pounded a fist into her hand for emphasis. She would get him next time for sure!
And as if he’d been waiting for her to say it... The silly man that was doing all of this appeared, right behind Dahlia. “Get him!!!” she shouted to the demoness with a finger pointed to the man behind her, hoping she would be able to react quickly enough to catch him. But he tapped her on the shoulder and Dahlia turned into a kid. And before anyone could do anything, the man was gone again, and her arm slowly lowered back to her side.
“Uuuggghh!!!” Not just her eyes, but her whole head briefly rolled up toward the ceiling as her frustration with this man began to surface. She couldn’t even follow him, he just disappeared!
”What are we doing??” At this point she didn’t even remember. She just knew to follow the group and do what Deacon told her. And if she saw that little man, attack… Why had they come to the archives? Weren’t they trying to get someone to help them?
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