It was surprising how awake and alert Ты could be at 3am when Ты were risking your life. Like when you're crouching on roof across from an abandoned warehouse. That was clearly not abandoned.
или maybe, to the average citizen, the dark building appeared empty. Maybe Silver had spent too much time looking for the deseption beneath the blanket of innocence.
She laughed under her breath. Innocence. Was there really such a thing?
Her train of thought was derailed when she saw the flicker of a flame appear and disappear in a corner of shadows below. Silver brushed a finger over her Энджел pendant for luck and, with a running start, leapt onto the roof of the "abandoned" warehouse.
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It didn't take long for Silver to find a paneless window close to the roof. She was able to drop silently onto the sill and balance there for a moment before moving to one of the beams that ran from one Стена to another. 30 feet off the ground.
The scent of burning tobacco reached Silver's nose halfway across the beam. Even this high up, it was strong enough to make her throat sting.
She inched another foot further across before slowing lowering to a crouch.
Far below, an array of lamps lit the dark with a yellowish glow. Crates along the walls were outlined and cast into the shadows. In the center of the room was a table. Cards, coins, and bills were strewn across its surface. Sitting around the таблица were three men. It was hard to make out there faces from an ariel view. The clouds of smoke from the men's cigars didn't help much.
Silver could also make out the shape of bulky figures behind the men and at various intervals around the room. They stood at attention, perfectly still. Bodyguards.
The three men at the таблица were playing a card game. A gambling game, Silver guessed from the various amount of money that kept getting added to the pile.
But aside from the game, they were also talking. It was only a dull murmer to her ears.
Silver sighed. These men may it may not be the con men and theives Blaze had described to her. But wether или not these men were conning their fellow Gothamites, she was going to need evidence. And evidence meant a closer look.
или maybe, to the average citizen, the dark building appeared empty. Maybe Silver had spent too much time looking for the deseption beneath the blanket of innocence.
She laughed under her breath. Innocence. Was there really such a thing?
Her train of thought was derailed when she saw the flicker of a flame appear and disappear in a corner of shadows below. Silver brushed a finger over her Энджел pendant for luck and, with a running start, leapt onto the roof of the "abandoned" warehouse.
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It didn't take long for Silver to find a paneless window close to the roof. She was able to drop silently onto the sill and balance there for a moment before moving to one of the beams that ran from one Стена to another. 30 feet off the ground.
The scent of burning tobacco reached Silver's nose halfway across the beam. Even this high up, it was strong enough to make her throat sting.
She inched another foot further across before slowing lowering to a crouch.
Far below, an array of lamps lit the dark with a yellowish glow. Crates along the walls were outlined and cast into the shadows. In the center of the room was a table. Cards, coins, and bills were strewn across its surface. Sitting around the таблица were three men. It was hard to make out there faces from an ariel view. The clouds of smoke from the men's cigars didn't help much.
Silver could also make out the shape of bulky figures behind the men and at various intervals around the room. They stood at attention, perfectly still. Bodyguards.
The three men at the таблица were playing a card game. A gambling game, Silver guessed from the various amount of money that kept getting added to the pile.
But aside from the game, they were also talking. It was only a dull murmer to her ears.
Silver sighed. These men may it may not be the con men and theives Blaze had described to her. But wether или not these men were conning their fellow Gothamites, she was going to need evidence. And evidence meant a closer look.
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"Any last words?" he cocked his gun and smirked.
"You're an imb-"
He pulled the trigger before words could escape, and watched as the vampire disintegrated.
Quickly he left the church and headed into the woods, first a town of beasts and now a vampire, what еще could he handle?
While walking, enjoying the night of no stars and a half moon, his red eyes caught a girl of smaller stature than his own. "A human? But I thought they all died in town."
D's eyes narrowed as he stalked the girl, she was running, but from what? Ignoring all his senses to pursue the her and take her fresh blood, he followed the human instead. She was quick and agile, her eyes showed no fear, yet deep inside he could read she was petrified. Suddenly, she stopped backing up against a gate, cornered as a dark shadow towered over her.
"I thought I killed him?" He hissed placing his hand on his Smith and Wesson.
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Let the transformation begin.
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((More?))
Raven and I made this little precious I call him my precious because he is my precious and yayyyyy... hehe...
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions by touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: папоротник and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first месяц of life, he was kidnapped by the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions by touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: папоротник and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first месяц of life, he was kidnapped by the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
The final sneak peek for the fifth book in the Red Revenge/ DC Comics crossover series.
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling Далее to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their Оружие at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling Далее to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their Оружие at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight by wings. Shape shift to волк and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was дана the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note сказал(-а) that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))