I was gonna make this 3rd POV, but it looked upside down so..(SilverWings's POV)
I rummaged through my dresser drawer, searching for the switch blade hidden among the socks. Call me paranoid, but there were half-a-dozen small knives hidden in my bedroom in my apartment.
Since I had moved to Gotham with my brother, and began spending all my free-time playing rebel with the gangs and rouges who ruled the streets, I had kept an arsenal of blades close at hand at all times. But now that I wouldn't be at my apartment as often, I had decided to collect my knives and store them in my bedroom at Mount Justice.
My had brushed against cool metal, and I pulled out the laser-blue switchblade and bent over my camo-pack that lay open on my bed. I inserted the blade Далее to it's red twin. And froze.
"Hey," I said, feeling eyes on me.
"I think Ты should carry a proper weapon."
I sighed. "Nic, Ты know I hate-" I stopped when I looked up to see not my mentor, but my partner. He was staring at the full-length mirror that hung on my wall.
I blushed as I noticed his eyes were focused on me. But the red-flush drained from my cheeks as I realized exactly what he was zoned in on.
My ash-gray tank-top left my shoulders bare. Exposed on my left shoulder was the tattoo of a target, one that Ты would've see through the scope of a Barrat .50 caliber sniper-rifle. The exacts weapon that gave me the bullet wound who's scar remained at the center of the cross.
"I can defend myself perfectly fine with my blades," I said, straightening up and pulling on my куртка so that the target was hidden.
"A couple of months назад that may have been the case, but now..." Alek trailed off. He took a deep breath and ran a hand brought his golden-blonde hair. "I could train Ты with a Glock. A hand gun at least."
"No," I said, clipping my pack closed and slipping it over my shoulder.
"Ary-"
"My answer is no, Alek. I know I'm in danger as long as I'm on the team, but so are the others."
"But most of them are meta. They have powers and abilities and skills that Ты don't, that Ты can't have."
"I can keep up!" I argued.
"This isn't about Ты keeping up," Alek said. His voice was rose in volume. "This is about surviving."
"Surviving? And I need a gun for that?" I looked at him incrediously. He knew my opinion on guns. That I thought they brought nothing but pain and destruction. He also knew how stubborn I could be and how pointless it was to change my mind when it was set. "What is this really about?"
"Aryess," he lowered his voice. "I just want to keep Ты safe. I almost Остаться в живых Ты once, when Ты invaded C.A.D.M.U.S. I can't have that happen again."
I strided up to him until we were a hair's breadth apart. "If Ты want to protect me so badly," I pulled the mask from my pocket and tied it tightly around my head, completing my heroin uniform, "join the team." I shoved past him and to the window where I departed using the огонь escape.
"Team, this is your newest teammate, Thirteen."
Alek stood by the Dark Knight proudly. "Aleksander Felis," he said. "Pleasure to meet Ты all."
I lowered my head and sighed inwardly.
Did no one understand sarasm anymore?
I rummaged through my dresser drawer, searching for the switch blade hidden among the socks. Call me paranoid, but there were half-a-dozen small knives hidden in my bedroom in my apartment.
Since I had moved to Gotham with my brother, and began spending all my free-time playing rebel with the gangs and rouges who ruled the streets, I had kept an arsenal of blades close at hand at all times. But now that I wouldn't be at my apartment as often, I had decided to collect my knives and store them in my bedroom at Mount Justice.
My had brushed against cool metal, and I pulled out the laser-blue switchblade and bent over my camo-pack that lay open on my bed. I inserted the blade Далее to it's red twin. And froze.
"Hey," I said, feeling eyes on me.
"I think Ты should carry a proper weapon."
I sighed. "Nic, Ты know I hate-" I stopped when I looked up to see not my mentor, but my partner. He was staring at the full-length mirror that hung on my wall.
I blushed as I noticed his eyes were focused on me. But the red-flush drained from my cheeks as I realized exactly what he was zoned in on.
My ash-gray tank-top left my shoulders bare. Exposed on my left shoulder was the tattoo of a target, one that Ты would've see through the scope of a Barrat .50 caliber sniper-rifle. The exacts weapon that gave me the bullet wound who's scar remained at the center of the cross.
"I can defend myself perfectly fine with my blades," I said, straightening up and pulling on my куртка so that the target was hidden.
"A couple of months назад that may have been the case, but now..." Alek trailed off. He took a deep breath and ran a hand brought his golden-blonde hair. "I could train Ты with a Glock. A hand gun at least."
"No," I said, clipping my pack closed and slipping it over my shoulder.
"Ary-"
"My answer is no, Alek. I know I'm in danger as long as I'm on the team, but so are the others."
"But most of them are meta. They have powers and abilities and skills that Ты don't, that Ты can't have."
"I can keep up!" I argued.
"This isn't about Ты keeping up," Alek said. His voice was rose in volume. "This is about surviving."
"Surviving? And I need a gun for that?" I looked at him incrediously. He knew my opinion on guns. That I thought they brought nothing but pain and destruction. He also knew how stubborn I could be and how pointless it was to change my mind when it was set. "What is this really about?"
"Aryess," he lowered his voice. "I just want to keep Ты safe. I almost Остаться в живых Ты once, when Ты invaded C.A.D.M.U.S. I can't have that happen again."
I strided up to him until we were a hair's breadth apart. "If Ты want to protect me so badly," I pulled the mask from my pocket and tied it tightly around my head, completing my heroin uniform, "join the team." I shoved past him and to the window where I departed using the огонь escape.
"Team, this is your newest teammate, Thirteen."
Alek stood by the Dark Knight proudly. "Aleksander Felis," he said. "Pleasure to meet Ты all."
I lowered my head and sighed inwardly.
Did no one understand sarasm anymore?
Random pic!
New York City
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are Ты sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are Ты sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
Lyla.
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue или Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised by the joker and abandoned by
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She had taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes turned red from the demon that consumed her. She is still amazed no body hates her for the Demon.....
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns. Sniper training.
Civies: Whatever she wants baby!
'Stume: PICTURE TIME!
TADA!
Her Damn 'Stume! MINUS THE GOGGLES.
Just an AWESOME picture.
Assasinator! XP
MEEP!
