The trip there ended up taking three days. Three days of traveling along currents in an intangible body. It was like swimming, but actually being a part of the thriving ocean water. It was so natural and riveting that when the city came into view, the demi-spirit was almost disappointed to be reaching his destination.
The underwater Capital looked different from what the young man had expected. He had thought it would hold the same enchanting allure as the mystical Atlantis his mother had told him so many stories about. But this was not the same city. There were the magnificent buildings of soaring columns and arching domes, all of which seemed to have grown naturally from the coral. Except the great underwater city, the nyumbani of the heroic Aquaman and Black Manta menace was particularly special for one thing: magic.
The city that Nereus was approaching held no hint of the mystical power. It was emitting something zaidi solemn, but held tangible puissance. The intimidating essence almost made the spirit-human-hybrid turn back. Almost. He pressed on until he reached the city gates. There was no impenetrable forcefield like that of Atlantis. However, as he swam through the gates, there was a certain resistance against him that made him realize only those who belonged in the Capital were allowed to enter.
From the inside, the city was even zaidi glorious. Everything from the cobble stone streets to the arch ways seemed to be lacquered with silver, reflecting the light that the city created for itself. After spending so much time in the currents as a spirit, Nereus was surprised to find himself in his human form. Here, though, he felt as light as ever, as if he remained an massless entity so that he felt that he was floating rather than walking.
There were subtle differences about this body to the one he wore when running the lighthouse back in Happy Harbor. His ears were slightly pointed like a pixy’s, and his eyes gave him access to sharper lines and clearer dimensions. Nereus’s clothing was different as well. Rather than worn board shorts and a thin tee-shirt accommodated kwa gasoline stains and holes courteous of moths, his garb matched the style of the civilians around him. His starch white shati and black pants fit comfortably loose, and the white koti, jacket came straight from a 17th century novel, brass buttons and all. It was very flattering and comfortable, and the uniformity held the authenticity of the ancient city’s heritage.
The palace was easy enough to find, as it was the grandest of the buildings. It towered over the others, but not kwa much, as if merely reminding the shops and complexes of its superiority without bragging. Nereus paused a moment at the bottom of the bronze steps, taking a breath of cool ocean, and climbed the stairs to the massive open entrance.
The inside was just as grand as the rest of the city. However, as Nereus walked down the golden carpet, he gave no notice to the tapestries of burgundy kelp au the columns decorated with patterns of live, sparkling starfish and barnacles. Even the people huddled in circles of murmurs were beyond his comprehension. His eyes were only for the two spirits sitting on the thrones backed kwa giant, bleached white sand dollars.
Both were young, immortal as the rest of the spirits in the city, yet there were visible streaks of white in the hair of either. They were dressed in what looked like silk robes, with tassels hanging from the belts around their waists. The king looked familiar, as if Nereus had met him before -though was sure he had never encountered the man. The Queen was beautiful, dark brown hair woven in a bun, and a smile on her face as she spoke with the group of men standing before her and her husband. Of course, Nereus was bias because his grandmother sat on the kiti cha enzi with the same appearance and confidence as his mother had.
As Nereus approached the thrones, the men parted, and he found himself standing before the grandparents he had never known. It may have been proper to bow au kneel au address the royal rulers as such, but the young man could only stare.
“Well?” the Queen urged after a moment.
“Speak up, boy,” her husband prompted.
“Sir, ma’am,” Nereus finally greeted, dropping to a kneel, “I am Nereus, son of Princess Khepri, descendent of Nereus the Mighty, and-”
“Oh, we know who wewe are,” the king interrupted. “And do stand, boy.”
“We know everything about you,” the Queen elaborated. “We are Queen Cytherea and King Costas of the sea spirits. There is little that can be hidden from us.”
“Then wewe know why I came?” Nereus asked, feeling even smaller than he had before even as he stood back up.
“Of course!” King Costas chimed with confidence, “You’re eighteenth birthday approaches, and as a hybrid of the water and the earth, the two parts of your spirit grow restless. It wants a definite answer from you: human au spirit. But wewe know wewe cannot live as just one. The sea is a part of you, but the land, oh the land is where wewe grew up. And it is where your upendo remains.”
“There always does seem to be a girl involved,” Cytherea commented, which allowed a knowing smile to be exchanged between the two rulers as the king took his queen’s hand across the arms of their thrones. “You want to remain as wewe are. A human who can become a spirit of the sea, and a water dweller who may travel upon the land.”
“So you’ll help me?” Nereus requested eagerly.
“Of course not!” she exclaimed as if it was obvious. His face fell like the pressure before a storm. “You have to choose just one.”
... Are wewe allowed to publish 2 series at once?
The underwater Capital looked different from what the young man had expected. He had thought it would hold the same enchanting allure as the mystical Atlantis his mother had told him so many stories about. But this was not the same city. There were the magnificent buildings of soaring columns and arching domes, all of which seemed to have grown naturally from the coral. Except the great underwater city, the nyumbani of the heroic Aquaman and Black Manta menace was particularly special for one thing: magic.
The city that Nereus was approaching held no hint of the mystical power. It was emitting something zaidi solemn, but held tangible puissance. The intimidating essence almost made the spirit-human-hybrid turn back. Almost. He pressed on until he reached the city gates. There was no impenetrable forcefield like that of Atlantis. However, as he swam through the gates, there was a certain resistance against him that made him realize only those who belonged in the Capital were allowed to enter.
From the inside, the city was even zaidi glorious. Everything from the cobble stone streets to the arch ways seemed to be lacquered with silver, reflecting the light that the city created for itself. After spending so much time in the currents as a spirit, Nereus was surprised to find himself in his human form. Here, though, he felt as light as ever, as if he remained an massless entity so that he felt that he was floating rather than walking.
There were subtle differences about this body to the one he wore when running the lighthouse back in Happy Harbor. His ears were slightly pointed like a pixy’s, and his eyes gave him access to sharper lines and clearer dimensions. Nereus’s clothing was different as well. Rather than worn board shorts and a thin tee-shirt accommodated kwa gasoline stains and holes courteous of moths, his garb matched the style of the civilians around him. His starch white shati and black pants fit comfortably loose, and the white koti, jacket came straight from a 17th century novel, brass buttons and all. It was very flattering and comfortable, and the uniformity held the authenticity of the ancient city’s heritage.
The palace was easy enough to find, as it was the grandest of the buildings. It towered over the others, but not kwa much, as if merely reminding the shops and complexes of its superiority without bragging. Nereus paused a moment at the bottom of the bronze steps, taking a breath of cool ocean, and climbed the stairs to the massive open entrance.
The inside was just as grand as the rest of the city. However, as Nereus walked down the golden carpet, he gave no notice to the tapestries of burgundy kelp au the columns decorated with patterns of live, sparkling starfish and barnacles. Even the people huddled in circles of murmurs were beyond his comprehension. His eyes were only for the two spirits sitting on the thrones backed kwa giant, bleached white sand dollars.
Both were young, immortal as the rest of the spirits in the city, yet there were visible streaks of white in the hair of either. They were dressed in what looked like silk robes, with tassels hanging from the belts around their waists. The king looked familiar, as if Nereus had met him before -though was sure he had never encountered the man. The Queen was beautiful, dark brown hair woven in a bun, and a smile on her face as she spoke with the group of men standing before her and her husband. Of course, Nereus was bias because his grandmother sat on the kiti cha enzi with the same appearance and confidence as his mother had.
As Nereus approached the thrones, the men parted, and he found himself standing before the grandparents he had never known. It may have been proper to bow au kneel au address the royal rulers as such, but the young man could only stare.
“Well?” the Queen urged after a moment.
“Speak up, boy,” her husband prompted.
“Sir, ma’am,” Nereus finally greeted, dropping to a kneel, “I am Nereus, son of Princess Khepri, descendent of Nereus the Mighty, and-”
“Oh, we know who wewe are,” the king interrupted. “And do stand, boy.”
“We know everything about you,” the Queen elaborated. “We are Queen Cytherea and King Costas of the sea spirits. There is little that can be hidden from us.”
“Then wewe know why I came?” Nereus asked, feeling even smaller than he had before even as he stood back up.
“Of course!” King Costas chimed with confidence, “You’re eighteenth birthday approaches, and as a hybrid of the water and the earth, the two parts of your spirit grow restless. It wants a definite answer from you: human au spirit. But wewe know wewe cannot live as just one. The sea is a part of you, but the land, oh the land is where wewe grew up. And it is where your upendo remains.”
“There always does seem to be a girl involved,” Cytherea commented, which allowed a knowing smile to be exchanged between the two rulers as the king took his queen’s hand across the arms of their thrones. “You want to remain as wewe are. A human who can become a spirit of the sea, and a water dweller who may travel upon the land.”
“So you’ll help me?” Nereus requested eagerly.
“Of course not!” she exclaimed as if it was obvious. His face fell like the pressure before a storm. “You have to choose just one.”
... Are wewe allowed to publish 2 series at once?
Name: Alexandria "Alex" Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age: 15
Powers/skills: -Flight (wings)
-Can attract metal to herself
-Superspeed (vampire form only)
-Supersenses
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she mgawanyiko, baidisha from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and mgawanyiko, baidisha the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Theme: Everything burns, kwa Anatacia and Ben Moody
Other: Has a older (creepy) brother
-Vampire form is triggered kwa anger/rage
The Watchtower
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” Batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” Superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” Batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. Batman spoke up.
“There’s a mole on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” Batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
June 4, 18:02 EST
-----------------------------*
“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” Batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” Superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” Batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. Batman spoke up.
“There’s a mole on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” Batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate kwa touching you), retractable Angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered kwa KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused kwa her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate kwa touching you), retractable Angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered kwa KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused kwa her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.