The troop of teens walked on in silence, thinking over the scene of the interrogation in his au her own way. Nic hung to the back, watching Richi carefully with distrust and caution. The others walked in pairs- Vika and Alek, Valeriya and Scotch, Aryess and Richi.
"We should go somewhere salama to discuss our plans," Val alisema as they waited for the light to change at an intersection.
"We have plans?" Nic murmured.
"Yeah, the house," Richi said, ignoring the fire-caster.
"No!" Vika exclaimed, causing the others to give her perplexed looks. "I mean, if my papa hears what happened, he'll never let me go with wewe guys." She gave them the most desperate look she could.
"Fine," Richi gave in, "Is there somewhere else we can discuss this safely?"
Vika hesitated, then smiled as an idea hit her. She nodded and turned on her heel, leaving the others to exchange glances, then follow.
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Nic whistled. "Nice place," he alisema as he stepped onto the deck of the boat.
"Spasibo. It is a haven," Vika replied as she unlock the door of the cabin. Richi raised an eyebrow at her. "You alisema wewe wanted secure, correct?" the Russian smirked, then descended into the cabin, kibanda below the deck.
Where the portholes left space, plastered on the walls were maps of countries and cities from around the world. vitabu were piled in the cubbies, on the kitchenette counters, and above the cabinets. Where the immense novels left room, faberge eggs, matryoshkas, and other Russian styled trinkets stood au hung.
"My papa's collection," Vika alisema in answer to the unspoken swali of the awed teens. "He doesn't trust our neighbors enough to keep them in the house. Take a seat," she motioned to the meza, jedwali in the corner. "Make yourselves at home."
Val, Vika, and Alek occupied the booth and chair, while Aryess and Scotch perched on the counter where there was room. The two other boys resorted to standing.
"First order of business," Nic immediately spoke in a commanding tone. "What the bloody Hell happened out there?"
"Son of Hades," Richi muttered.
"The Light is apparently working with-" Val started.
"-the League of Shadows," Aryess finished.
"They're sending people after us," the Russians alisema in unison.
The fire-caster held up a hand. "One at a time," he ordered. he pointed to a quiet Scotch. "You, what do wewe have to report."
"R-report?" the shy girl stuttered. "I, um, well, people are clearly, um, after us?"
"Hold on, who put you in charge?" Viks interrupted.
"Yeah," Val agreed, "I'd feel much better following Richi's orders."
"What?" alisema blondey blinked, zoning back into the conversation.
"Please, Hell boy wasn't even paying any bloody attention! And I've been leading my own team for years-"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, commander Nic, you're highness, for questioning your place as leader," Val bit back sarcastically. "But wewe don't know me au my friends."
"I've worked with feistier misfits than wewe lot-"
Richi sighed and slipped out to the deck and open air. Aryess noticed and walked out after him, leaving her mentor and allies to argue while Scotch and Alek exchanged uncomfortable glances.
Emerging from the dim lit cabin, the blonde waited a moment for her eyes to adjust to the bright rays of the sun. When they finally did, they settled on the tall boy leaning on the railing. Richi seemed tensed kwa his thoughts, even while appearing relaxed kwa the calm bay and soothing rocking of the ship.
Aryess had to admit, he was handsome and calm and at the same time intimidating and fierce. Though she felt no zaidi than friendship for the grieving teen. She sauntered over to his side and stared out at the pier as he did.
"Hey," she said, first to break the quiet. Not silence, for there was the constant cry if the sea birds, and the ramble of voices that escaped the cabin, kibanda where the others still argued.
"Hey," he muttered.
"I know this must be rough on you, Richi. And if wewe think it's too much, there's no shame in backing out of the inevitable coming fight."
The boy sighed and looked over at the girl, his silvery and golden eyes meeting her cloudy grays.
"They were all I had, Ary. All I've ever cared for, all I loved," he said, the grief in his voice barley hiding the anger there. "They were my family. I have to get justice for what happened to them." She noted he never spoke there names, as if it were too painful for him to name his Lost friend.
"Alrighty," Aryess agreed. "Let's find those snipers."
"We should go somewhere salama to discuss our plans," Val alisema as they waited for the light to change at an intersection.
"We have plans?" Nic murmured.
"Yeah, the house," Richi said, ignoring the fire-caster.
"No!" Vika exclaimed, causing the others to give her perplexed looks. "I mean, if my papa hears what happened, he'll never let me go with wewe guys." She gave them the most desperate look she could.
"Fine," Richi gave in, "Is there somewhere else we can discuss this safely?"
Vika hesitated, then smiled as an idea hit her. She nodded and turned on her heel, leaving the others to exchange glances, then follow.
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Nic whistled. "Nice place," he alisema as he stepped onto the deck of the boat.
"Spasibo. It is a haven," Vika replied as she unlock the door of the cabin. Richi raised an eyebrow at her. "You alisema wewe wanted secure, correct?" the Russian smirked, then descended into the cabin, kibanda below the deck.
Where the portholes left space, plastered on the walls were maps of countries and cities from around the world. vitabu were piled in the cubbies, on the kitchenette counters, and above the cabinets. Where the immense novels left room, faberge eggs, matryoshkas, and other Russian styled trinkets stood au hung.
"My papa's collection," Vika alisema in answer to the unspoken swali of the awed teens. "He doesn't trust our neighbors enough to keep them in the house. Take a seat," she motioned to the meza, jedwali in the corner. "Make yourselves at home."
Val, Vika, and Alek occupied the booth and chair, while Aryess and Scotch perched on the counter where there was room. The two other boys resorted to standing.
"First order of business," Nic immediately spoke in a commanding tone. "What the bloody Hell happened out there?"
"Son of Hades," Richi muttered.
"The Light is apparently working with-" Val started.
"-the League of Shadows," Aryess finished.
"They're sending people after us," the Russians alisema in unison.
The fire-caster held up a hand. "One at a time," he ordered. he pointed to a quiet Scotch. "You, what do wewe have to report."
"R-report?" the shy girl stuttered. "I, um, well, people are clearly, um, after us?"
"Hold on, who put you in charge?" Viks interrupted.
"Yeah," Val agreed, "I'd feel much better following Richi's orders."
"What?" alisema blondey blinked, zoning back into the conversation.
"Please, Hell boy wasn't even paying any bloody attention! And I've been leading my own team for years-"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, commander Nic, you're highness, for questioning your place as leader," Val bit back sarcastically. "But wewe don't know me au my friends."
"I've worked with feistier misfits than wewe lot-"
Richi sighed and slipped out to the deck and open air. Aryess noticed and walked out after him, leaving her mentor and allies to argue while Scotch and Alek exchanged uncomfortable glances.
Emerging from the dim lit cabin, the blonde waited a moment for her eyes to adjust to the bright rays of the sun. When they finally did, they settled on the tall boy leaning on the railing. Richi seemed tensed kwa his thoughts, even while appearing relaxed kwa the calm bay and soothing rocking of the ship.
Aryess had to admit, he was handsome and calm and at the same time intimidating and fierce. Though she felt no zaidi than friendship for the grieving teen. She sauntered over to his side and stared out at the pier as he did.
"Hey," she said, first to break the quiet. Not silence, for there was the constant cry if the sea birds, and the ramble of voices that escaped the cabin, kibanda where the others still argued.
"Hey," he muttered.
"I know this must be rough on you, Richi. And if wewe think it's too much, there's no shame in backing out of the inevitable coming fight."
The boy sighed and looked over at the girl, his silvery and golden eyes meeting her cloudy grays.
"They were all I had, Ary. All I've ever cared for, all I loved," he said, the grief in his voice barley hiding the anger there. "They were my family. I have to get justice for what happened to them." She noted he never spoke there names, as if it were too painful for him to name his Lost friend.
"Alrighty," Aryess agreed. "Let's find those snipers."
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight kwa wings. Shape shift to mbwa mwitu and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was aliyopewa the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note alisema that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))