Czarina, still on four legs, sped ahead of the others. She reached the edge of the zone of destruction and halted in her tracks.
A semi-concious Scotch had her arms loosely around Richi’s neck, who stood in the center of the ruins. Everything surrounding them was blown back, demolished, as if there had been a vicious tornado, and the two teens had been in the eye of it.
“Remind me not to piss Scotch off,” Blaze muttered, who had reached the loup along with the others.
“Richi! Scotch!” Val raced vers l'avant, vers l’avant to her friends. As she neared, she was able to better see the red beginning to stain the blonde boy’s shirt. The violet hair girl in his arms was trembling as the blood seeped from her wounds.
“What happened?” Silver a dit in awe of the power it would have taken to create such a scene.
“I told you,” Valeriya said, “She’s prone to panicking.”
“We need to get her to a hospital. Now,” Richi said.
“I don’t think that would be the smartest idea,” Alek countered.
“He’s right,” Nic agreed. “Six teenagers montrer up at a hospital to get care for their friend with two gun-shot wounds? That’s bound to raise a few flags.”
“Then what do toi suggest we do?” Val demanded.
Blaze crossed his arms, a solution already formed in his mind. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She opened her mauve eyes and squinted up at the ceiling as her blurry vision began to clear. Muffled voices around her turned into soft, distinguishable tones speaking soft, undistinguishable words. As her senses sorted themselves out, Scotch tried to sit up on the lit she had been laid on, but froze and gasped a sharp pain pierced her torso.
“Well, well, looks who’s back in the land of the living,” Richi recited from his place leaning against the mur across from the bed.
“Woah,” he a dit as the girl tried to sit up straighter. He removed himself from the mur and set a gentle hand on her shoulder, carefully pushing her back down. “Scotch, you’ve sustained two gun shot wounds. toi need to rest.”
She nodded and relaxed back into the comfort comforter. “Where are we?” she asked.
“Atlanta, Georgia. Two star, low rate, off the grid hotel.”
Scotch’s drooping eye lids snapped back open at the unfamiliar voice. She turned her head and glanced at the white-haired teenage girl standing par a bureau where a blonde and girl Scotch didn’t immediately recognize were at work on a pair of laptops.
The door of the hotel opened and Val walked in and quickly shut the door behind her. She smiled at Scotch, who returned the gesture. Her friend tossed a bag to a dark haired teenager who sat on the seconde twin bed.
He caught is easily, muttered a thank you, and raised the ice to his black eye. “You find anything yet, Aryess?” he asked. The girl who sat perched on the bureau with a laptop shook her head. “What about you, Alek?” the boy also shook his head.
“What are toi looking for?” Scotch asked. Suddenly the names of the teens, the events of the past days, came rushing back to her. Her eyes widened and she struggled to stay whelmed over the overpowering intensity of it all.
“A link between the Light, the School, and our assassins,” Nic a dit in answer to her question.
“And we’ve come up with nothing in the past 5 hours,” Vika said, sounding down hearted.
“Oh. Wait, I was asleep for 5 hours?” “Long enough to get those bullets out of you,” Richi confirmed.
Scotch blinked, then blushed, feeling the bandages just under her rib cage and on her foreleg.
“Don’t worry,” Val reassured. “I performed the procedure myself. Nic instructed me, though he couldn’t do it himself with the blurry vision of his bad eye.”
“Oh,” Scotch breathed, blush fading. Vika giggled. “You really need to relax, ou you’ll have to be institutionalized for stress-”
“That’s it!” Aryess suddenly exclaimed, making the others jump.
“Institute!”
“[/i]The[/i] Institute?” her partner said. A smile graced his lips and turned his attention back to his laptop, fingers a flurry as the flashed across the keyboard.
“Hold on. ‘The Institution’? What does that have to do with our mission?” Richi asked.
“The Institution for Higher Living is linked to the School,” Nic supplied. “It’s a place were several of their experiments were caged until a few years ago. They're linked to CADMUS and other organizations that test on and create mutants. Both the School and the Institute are run by-”
“Itexicon,” Alek finished. “And there happens to be an HQ right here in Atlanta.”
“Remind me not to piss Scotch off,” Blaze muttered, who had reached the loup along with the others.
“Richi! Scotch!” Val raced vers l'avant, vers l’avant to her friends. As she neared, she was able to better see the red beginning to stain the blonde boy’s shirt. The violet hair girl in his arms was trembling as the blood seeped from her wounds.
“What happened?” Silver a dit in awe of the power it would have taken to create such a scene.
“I told you,” Valeriya said, “She’s prone to panicking.”
“We need to get her to a hospital. Now,” Richi said.
“I don’t think that would be the smartest idea,” Alek countered.
“He’s right,” Nic agreed. “Six teenagers montrer up at a hospital to get care for their friend with two gun-shot wounds? That’s bound to raise a few flags.”
“Then what do toi suggest we do?” Val demanded.
Blaze crossed his arms, a solution already formed in his mind. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She opened her mauve eyes and squinted up at the ceiling as her blurry vision began to clear. Muffled voices around her turned into soft, distinguishable tones speaking soft, undistinguishable words. As her senses sorted themselves out, Scotch tried to sit up on the lit she had been laid on, but froze and gasped a sharp pain pierced her torso.
“Well, well, looks who’s back in the land of the living,” Richi recited from his place leaning against the mur across from the bed.
“Woah,” he a dit as the girl tried to sit up straighter. He removed himself from the mur and set a gentle hand on her shoulder, carefully pushing her back down. “Scotch, you’ve sustained two gun shot wounds. toi need to rest.”
She nodded and relaxed back into the comfort comforter. “Where are we?” she asked.
“Atlanta, Georgia. Two star, low rate, off the grid hotel.”
Scotch’s drooping eye lids snapped back open at the unfamiliar voice. She turned her head and glanced at the white-haired teenage girl standing par a bureau where a blonde and girl Scotch didn’t immediately recognize were at work on a pair of laptops.
The door of the hotel opened and Val walked in and quickly shut the door behind her. She smiled at Scotch, who returned the gesture. Her friend tossed a bag to a dark haired teenager who sat on the seconde twin bed.
He caught is easily, muttered a thank you, and raised the ice to his black eye. “You find anything yet, Aryess?” he asked. The girl who sat perched on the bureau with a laptop shook her head. “What about you, Alek?” the boy also shook his head.
“What are toi looking for?” Scotch asked. Suddenly the names of the teens, the events of the past days, came rushing back to her. Her eyes widened and she struggled to stay whelmed over the overpowering intensity of it all.
“A link between the Light, the School, and our assassins,” Nic a dit in answer to her question.
“And we’ve come up with nothing in the past 5 hours,” Vika said, sounding down hearted.
“Oh. Wait, I was asleep for 5 hours?” “Long enough to get those bullets out of you,” Richi confirmed.
Scotch blinked, then blushed, feeling the bandages just under her rib cage and on her foreleg.
“Don’t worry,” Val reassured. “I performed the procedure myself. Nic instructed me, though he couldn’t do it himself with the blurry vision of his bad eye.”
“Oh,” Scotch breathed, blush fading. Vika giggled. “You really need to relax, ou you’ll have to be institutionalized for stress-”
“That’s it!” Aryess suddenly exclaimed, making the others jump.
“Institute!”
“[/i]The[/i] Institute?” her partner said. A smile graced his lips and turned his attention back to his laptop, fingers a flurry as the flashed across the keyboard.
“Hold on. ‘The Institution’? What does that have to do with our mission?” Richi asked.
“The Institution for Higher Living is linked to the School,” Nic supplied. “It’s a place were several of their experiments were caged until a few years ago. They're linked to CADMUS and other organizations that test on and create mutants. Both the School and the Institute are run by-”
“Itexicon,” Alek finished. “And there happens to be an HQ right here in Atlanta.”
Young Justice Invasion Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in étoile, star City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, ou stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming liens for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 seconde sneak prévisualiser Saturday after DC Nation. Two plus 30-45 sec previews and 6 prévisualiser pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in étoile, star City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, ou stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming liens for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 seconde sneak prévisualiser Saturday after DC Nation. Two plus 30-45 sec previews and 6 prévisualiser pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Michael (Scud) Franz
Selene-Human form
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen ou king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced par a new queen. A seven an old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen ou king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced par a new queen. A seven an old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Friends i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
That's right! I'm still waiting on the description from Robin_Love, but the suivant Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive mur posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive mur posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
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