"Damn, it's dark." Nightingale noted to her comm as she walked into the sub-basement.
Lights flicked on one by one with a deep, echoing sound. Standing in the middle of the clean, white, utterly empty basement was Red Revenge. Nightingale's dual pistols were aimed at the Black Hero in the blink of an eye.
"You're on my property." Revenge stated in a 'Im the boss' tone. "Stand down."
Nightingale hesitated a секунда еще before dropping the pistols into the low riding holsters on her hips. She'd changed her costume. Black body-armor with yellow highlights and markings. Her same weapons were in place as well as some new ones, hidden, and not hidden like the double .38s on her hips.
Revenge noted it as the female boldly strode forward.
"You haven't changed a bit." Nightingale said. "My comm is jammed. The basement is empty. And Ты are still Актёрское искусство as calm as a writer would be at a coffee shop."
"Interesting comparison." Revenge noted. "Considering I'm a vigilante confronting a thief in a room that doesn't exist. And FYI: This part of Grant Industries was shut down six months ago."
Nightingale frowned. "And here I thought Ты were stealing another one of your own projects."
"Not this time." Revenge said, still standing six inches taller and much еще intimidating, although Nightingale wasn't to be underestimated either.
Nightingale swung her leg at Revenge's head. The Black Hero ducked and swung his fist at the female's stomach.
Contact.
Nightingale felt the перфоратор, удар, пунш through her body armor and spit as she doubled over. She fell back onto the ground clutching her stomach. Red Revenge walked over to her. "You have five минуты until the cops get here." He tossed her a phone and walked away.
Nightingale groaned and rolled onto her side, picking up the phone and unlocking it. A short, three-second video played.
"Take me to your leader."
It repeated over and over. On the back, scribbled in messy handwriting were two words.
"Judge." and "Playing."
"Bastard." Nightingale muttered.
Lights flicked on one by one with a deep, echoing sound. Standing in the middle of the clean, white, utterly empty basement was Red Revenge. Nightingale's dual pistols were aimed at the Black Hero in the blink of an eye.
"You're on my property." Revenge stated in a 'Im the boss' tone. "Stand down."
Nightingale hesitated a секунда еще before dropping the pistols into the low riding holsters on her hips. She'd changed her costume. Black body-armor with yellow highlights and markings. Her same weapons were in place as well as some new ones, hidden, and not hidden like the double .38s on her hips.
Revenge noted it as the female boldly strode forward.
"You haven't changed a bit." Nightingale said. "My comm is jammed. The basement is empty. And Ты are still Актёрское искусство as calm as a writer would be at a coffee shop."
"Interesting comparison." Revenge noted. "Considering I'm a vigilante confronting a thief in a room that doesn't exist. And FYI: This part of Grant Industries was shut down six months ago."
Nightingale frowned. "And here I thought Ты were stealing another one of your own projects."
"Not this time." Revenge said, still standing six inches taller and much еще intimidating, although Nightingale wasn't to be underestimated either.
Nightingale swung her leg at Revenge's head. The Black Hero ducked and swung his fist at the female's stomach.
Contact.
Nightingale felt the перфоратор, удар, пунш through her body armor and spit as she doubled over. She fell back onto the ground clutching her stomach. Red Revenge walked over to her. "You have five минуты until the cops get here." He tossed her a phone and walked away.
Nightingale groaned and rolled onto her side, picking up the phone and unlocking it. A short, three-second video played.
"Take me to your leader."
It repeated over and over. On the back, scribbled in messy handwriting were two words.
"Judge." and "Playing."
"Bastard." Nightingale muttered.
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!
Alias: Rush
Status: Ally
Relationship to team: Wolf's brother
Powers: Shift into human and волк form. Hand to hand combat, superspeed in волк form, faster than an average human in human form but not superspeed. Stronger than an average волк and human.
Bio:
After волк left with YJ, he left behind a twin brother, Who was captured by the gorilla Mallah. Mallah hooked him up to a machine that would read his thoughts. While being hooked to that, a power surge occurred, and the волк used this time to escape. But due to the power surge, Rush got the ability to switch from волк form to a human body. And gained super speed in his волк form. As a human he learned English, and hand to hand combat. He traveled until he finally reunited with волк at YJ.
Another OC Poem
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.