"What are wewe going to do?"
"About what?"
"You can't pretend nothing happened, Blaze. Aleksander is out of control, and wewe need to reign him in."
"I know." The fire-caster tightened his hands on the railing he leaned on, then flexed them, stretching the tight leather of his gloves. "And don't wewe forget about your own charge, mate."
"Who, Jace?" Seeker scoffed. "He isn't a problem."
"He nearly got himself killed today," Nic argued, "That's not something that should go unaddressed."
Seeker shrugged. "Maybe it would be better if I simply... Relieved him."
The other male gave him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye. The wind was picking up, ruffling the blonde tufts of hair visible beneath the maroon fedora. His cold eyes were set on something in the distance.
"Declan," he waited for the blonde to look over a him, "I know that at the temple, where wewe were raised and trained, that things were harsh. But wewe can't abandon Jace."
"He's a child, he'll get over it."
"No, he won't," Nic assured him. "He trusts you. He would give up his life for you. What would wewe teach him kwa doing this? That wewe can't trust people?"
"You can't. It is better he learns that now."
"If that's how wewe feel, perhaps I should train him myself." There was a stretch of silence before Declan nodded. "Perhaps."
Nic shook his head in amazement at the man's careless nature. He pushes off the rail, turned his back to the assassin, and took off in a flame fueled kwa enmity.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"About what?"
"You can't pretend nothing happened, Blaze. Aleksander is out of control, and wewe need to reign him in."
"I know." The fire-caster tightened his hands on the railing he leaned on, then flexed them, stretching the tight leather of his gloves. "And don't wewe forget about your own charge, mate."
"Who, Jace?" Seeker scoffed. "He isn't a problem."
"He nearly got himself killed today," Nic argued, "That's not something that should go unaddressed."
Seeker shrugged. "Maybe it would be better if I simply... Relieved him."
The other male gave him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye. The wind was picking up, ruffling the blonde tufts of hair visible beneath the maroon fedora. His cold eyes were set on something in the distance.
"Declan," he waited for the blonde to look over a him, "I know that at the temple, where wewe were raised and trained, that things were harsh. But wewe can't abandon Jace."
"He's a child, he'll get over it."
"No, he won't," Nic assured him. "He trusts you. He would give up his life for you. What would wewe teach him kwa doing this? That wewe can't trust people?"
"You can't. It is better he learns that now."
"If that's how wewe feel, perhaps I should train him myself." There was a stretch of silence before Declan nodded. "Perhaps."
Nic shook his head in amazement at the man's careless nature. He pushes off the rail, turned his back to the assassin, and took off in a flame fueled kwa enmity.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I'm trying to find a present for Holly, but have no idea—hey!"
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, holly is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find holly sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, wewe see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, holly is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find holly sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, wewe see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.
Name: Shane Parker
Alias: Psio
Age:Er...15?
Powers: -Ability to locate someone mentally
-“Psychometry”–the ability to learn things about the past au future of an object kwa touching it
-Flight (WINGSSSSSS!!!!)
Past: Shane grew up being experimented on. But not kwa the School. His own parents. His parents worked under CADMUS, until one night the Schools "Erasers" Found Shane's parents and killed them. Since then, Shane traveled back to the past to try and take down CADMUS along with the School.
Name: Arabelle "A" Cunningham
Hero Name: Portal
Age: 16
Powers: Able to create and enter portals made my touching any picha au cartoon/drawing; only she and one other can enter
Personality: Girly-girl, tough, does't take "no" for an answer most of the time, caring, sarcastic, a bit sassy
Appearance: Blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, strong build, slight english accent
Relationship: None
Civvies: Skinny black long sleeve, machungwa, chungwa and yellow scarf, skinny jeans, grey moccasins, fishtail braid
Hero Outfit: *See picture*
Past: She doesn't talk about it- only to people who she really cares about and trusts. But she was recommended kwa Phantom Stranger (Yes, that is an actual JLI member!!)). She encountered him kwa sheer accident while moonlighting.
I promise this time!!
Love, Doughnuts, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
KatRox1))