Arctic, 11:34 a.m.
"Young sir? Young sir, please awaken. We must speak."
Nathan shot up in the makeshift постель, кровати to a world surrounded in blue haze. Before him knelt a strage man wrapped in thick cloaks, one that was long and vaguely familiar. The man smiled. "Young sir, graciously we have awaited your return. My name is S'akla'n. I am cheif of the P'yu tribe."
"Chaklan? Puheyu? What..." Nathan rubbed his head. "Why is everything blue, Chaklan?" He then looked at his hands. "What the hell is going on here? I'm some kind of ice monster thing!"
It was true. Nathan's whole body, and clothing, had turned to ice. He was not completely transparent, only seen by a blue tint in his Холодное сердце form. "What did Ты do to me?"
"We discovered Ты like that, young sir," S'akla'n responded. "But sir, what is your title, your rank? What are you, ah," the cheif began to struggle a bit, then finalized, "called? What is your name?"
"My name?" the boy of ice was taken by surprise. "It's... uh... Quicksilver. And I'm an... apprentice?"
The chief nodded. "Not yet trained. Good. But, Quehckselvah," he pronounced it. "Where are your origins?"
"Origins? Oh, where I'm from! North America. Why?" Nathan questioned.
"Amarehca? Do Ты know of the man of bat?"
Nathan thought for a second. "Batman, Ты mean? Yeah... I know him."
"Good, good! Please, get up, there is something Ты need to view."
Nathan got up off the ground to follow S'akla'n, and his ice faded off. The cold suddenly blasted at his bare skin, but before he even had time to shiver, a thick плащ and hat was thrown onto him. Before leaving the tent he glimpsed at a mirror. No silver hair. Just brown.
He broke through the cloths to outside. There before him was a huge, black shape, aerodynamically advanced as well as technologically. "Wha-the Batjet? Why is this he-" A huge realization struck him. Fin... shit. She'd come after him. Relief flooded his heart, as well as concern. "No, no, oh god, no... S'akla'n!" he shouted, making the man jump. "I need provisions!"
"Why, young sir?"
"My girl... my friend came looking for me in this. She's out there right now! I need to go find her!"
"Ah, Quehckselvah," the man nodded, "you must find your mate?"
"Wh-what? No! She's just a really good-"
"Here." A ранец, сумка was struck at him. "Go find her."
"Thank you, S'akla'n." Nathan jumped into the jet and started the engine. He had to find her.
"Young sir? Young sir, please awaken. We must speak."
Nathan shot up in the makeshift постель, кровати to a world surrounded in blue haze. Before him knelt a strage man wrapped in thick cloaks, one that was long and vaguely familiar. The man smiled. "Young sir, graciously we have awaited your return. My name is S'akla'n. I am cheif of the P'yu tribe."
"Chaklan? Puheyu? What..." Nathan rubbed his head. "Why is everything blue, Chaklan?" He then looked at his hands. "What the hell is going on here? I'm some kind of ice monster thing!"
It was true. Nathan's whole body, and clothing, had turned to ice. He was not completely transparent, only seen by a blue tint in his Холодное сердце form. "What did Ты do to me?"
"We discovered Ты like that, young sir," S'akla'n responded. "But sir, what is your title, your rank? What are you, ah," the cheif began to struggle a bit, then finalized, "called? What is your name?"
"My name?" the boy of ice was taken by surprise. "It's... uh... Quicksilver. And I'm an... apprentice?"
The chief nodded. "Not yet trained. Good. But, Quehckselvah," he pronounced it. "Where are your origins?"
"Origins? Oh, where I'm from! North America. Why?" Nathan questioned.
"Amarehca? Do Ты know of the man of bat?"
Nathan thought for a second. "Batman, Ты mean? Yeah... I know him."
"Good, good! Please, get up, there is something Ты need to view."
Nathan got up off the ground to follow S'akla'n, and his ice faded off. The cold suddenly blasted at his bare skin, but before he even had time to shiver, a thick плащ and hat was thrown onto him. Before leaving the tent he glimpsed at a mirror. No silver hair. Just brown.
He broke through the cloths to outside. There before him was a huge, black shape, aerodynamically advanced as well as technologically. "Wha-the Batjet? Why is this he-" A huge realization struck him. Fin... shit. She'd come after him. Relief flooded his heart, as well as concern. "No, no, oh god, no... S'akla'n!" he shouted, making the man jump. "I need provisions!"
"Why, young sir?"
"My girl... my friend came looking for me in this. She's out there right now! I need to go find her!"
"Ah, Quehckselvah," the man nodded, "you must find your mate?"
"Wh-what? No! She's just a really good-"
"Here." A ранец, сумка was struck at him. "Go find her."
"Thank you, S'akla'n." Nathan jumped into the jet and started the engine. He had to find her.
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Revenge threw the criminal into the Стена and heard a satisfying groan of pain.
Nightbird grinned and started to walk out, but Revenge stopped her. He picked something up from one of the criminals before grappling through the roof.
Nightbird opened the doors and yelled at Draxx to come collect his revenue или something before joining Revenge on the roof.
"What is it?" she asked.
Revenge pulled a red-black feather out of his utility ремень, пояс, пояса and looked at it for a moment before jumping off the building and landing on his motorbike, speeding away.
Revenge threw the criminal into the Стена and heard a satisfying groan of pain.
Nightbird grinned and started to walk out, but Revenge stopped her. He picked something up from one of the criminals before grappling through the roof.
Nightbird opened the doors and yelled at Draxx to come collect his revenue или something before joining Revenge on the roof.
"What is it?" she asked.
Revenge pulled a red-black feather out of his utility ремень, пояс, пояса and looked at it for a moment before jumping off the building and landing on his motorbike, speeding away.