I'm pretty sure no one's actually kusoma this, but college stuff is stressful af and uandishi about murder is much zaidi reasonable therapy than actually committing murder, so...
Happens right after link
Città dei Canali
Ana kept a firm hand on her brother's arm as they walked away from their escort. Every time she glanced sideways at the blood covered man, he returned her gaze calmly. His composure was meant to be reassuring, but it chilled her to the bone to see such a relaxed reaction after the macabre scene he had created. Eight bodies, cut to pieces kwa bullets, stabbed to death kwa daggers. Him standing there among the mess like an apathetic pedestrian surveying the front page makala about a disaster a million miles away.
Once the pair reached the end of the dock, the younger took off her ring and knelt to place it on the wooden, sea salt stained planks. The wind picked up, blowing her copper curls in the nightly air of the Adriatic Sea. She turn to wave a farewell to the guards. Their only responses were stony faces and one understanding glance from their leader, which Ana returned with a nod, promising to keep the incident on the bridge a secret. The girl walked her brother through the portal, snatching up her ring just before the door closed behind them.
Aleksander blinked in the darkness. The only light came from the mitaani, mtaa lamps and restaurant patios lining the canal. He had expected the cold, biting breeze of the Northern Pacific, but instead the warm Italian air caressed his skin. The blood coating his arms, streaking his face, staining his clothing had already dried, yet felt heavy and alive in the humid air. "Ana-" he started, turning to look for his sister.
She was only a silhouette against the dimly lit canal, her eyes two golden, glowing pinpricks identical to the mitaani, mtaa lamps behind her. The girl had her arms wrapped around herself in protection against whatever was making her shiver. He realized that one of her shaking fists, the one where a pair of fingers were missing, was clenched against her chest. "We need to get back to the others," Aleksander reminded her softy, his voice like the soft waves rocking the mashua under their feet.
"I wanted to make sure wewe were uninjured," came her voice in the dark. "I was too nervous to check in front of the bloodsuckers."
Her brother chuckled and leaned back against the boat's railings. "And here we all were thinking wewe had learned to trust the vampires. wewe certainly had me fooled."
"I trust him, but..."
Aleksander nodded in understanding. "Well, I'm fine, not a scratch. Can we leave now?"
The girl's silhouette refused to budge. The older of the two sighed and pushed off the railing. The adrenaline from the fight was fading quickly, and he stumbled on the shifting boat. Ana was suddenly there, a hand on his arm to steady him. In her haste, the object clenched in her fist fell to the deck and bounced, rattled, laid still. She quickly snatched it back up, but Aleksander had already seen the token.
"Where did wewe get that?" he demanded, voice still calm, but ice cold now.
"None of your business."
"Ana, those people are dangerous!"
"Those people?"
Aleksander realized his mistake as those orbs of golden moto turned on him. "You know about the White Army?" The swali was obviously rhetorical and zaidi of an accusation. Rage rolled through the red head as her mind raced over the possibilities of the secret her brother had kept from her. Callaghan Rurik had promised her a chance at getting justice for their family, justice that was 100 years over due. Aleksander had known about such promise and ignored it on purpose.
"So, what? wewe pretended like they didn't exist so that wewe could keep living in your little ndoto world of normality? Get an apartment in Manhattan with your girlfriend and act as if wewe aren't a traitor?"
"Ana, no one has betrayed anyone-"
“Liar," she growled. "You're a liar, and a traitor, and you've turned me into one too. We could do this, bring peace to our people and fix everything. But it's just like in Elam when wewe gave away your crown. All wewe care about is yourself, your stupid ndoto of being a human. You're a liar, and I hate you!"
"Anastasia, enough! The White Army is dangerous!"
"WE are dangerous!" She seethed. “We belong to a family where parents kill their children and siblings kill each other. The last generation that lived in castles and danced in ballrooms were the last innocent ones of our bloodline, and it’s them we are meant to live for, brother…to avenge them.” Her shoulders suddenly dropped. "Why did wewe kill those people?”
"They were bad people. I was defending myself." He took a step closer, reaching a hand out as if he could grab the girl and pull her out of her despair. He was close enough now to see the tears in her eyes.
"You were trained your whole life to fight, wewe could have incapacitated those people without killing a single one. Tell me that's not true, that wewe HAD to kill them." Despite the begging in her voice, Aleksander looked away. Her gasp was just audible over the salty sea breeze. "They saw Tara, Ana. I couldn't risk her getting caught up in this too. They were necessary sacrifices."
There was a silence between them where the air turned acrid, thick with regret. Suddenly the paradise of Venice, the city of canals, islands, masquerades, and gondolas, had become the last place the siblings would ever trust one another. In hindsight, Ana should have taken the earlier opportunity to run among those streets and enjoy the sun on her skin and scent of sea in her hair. She should have run and left it all behind without a look back. Maybe she could have saved herself from the evils no one had ever cared to protect her from.
"You could at least pretend to feel remorse,” she muttered, wiping the tears from her angry eyes. "I hurt someone today. A stranger. Ripped his arm open with my claws, and I doubt I'll sleep well tonight over the pain I caused him. But wewe act as if wewe could massacre a dozen people every siku and never lose a sekunde of sleep. Just like it'll never bother wewe to turn your back on your family."
The girl felt sick to her stomach at her own rage and at the defeat that sapped the light from her brother's eyes. They were suddenly blank pale blue windows with nothing behind them, the only clean spaces on his blood covered body. She wanted to feel triumphant in discovering the truth of his soulless nature, one exactly like their late father’s, so she turned away from him. "I'll take wewe back to the others," she assured, her voice sounding far away in her own ears. "I'll stay there, but not for you. I'll make my decision for myself about the White Army. And then…I never want to see wewe again."
She had knelt to place her ring back down. She was tense for a response, an objection, but none came. The portal opened and Ana stepped through, followed kwa the hollow eyed man whom had once been her brother.
Happens right after link
Città dei Canali
Ana kept a firm hand on her brother's arm as they walked away from their escort. Every time she glanced sideways at the blood covered man, he returned her gaze calmly. His composure was meant to be reassuring, but it chilled her to the bone to see such a relaxed reaction after the macabre scene he had created. Eight bodies, cut to pieces kwa bullets, stabbed to death kwa daggers. Him standing there among the mess like an apathetic pedestrian surveying the front page makala about a disaster a million miles away.
Once the pair reached the end of the dock, the younger took off her ring and knelt to place it on the wooden, sea salt stained planks. The wind picked up, blowing her copper curls in the nightly air of the Adriatic Sea. She turn to wave a farewell to the guards. Their only responses were stony faces and one understanding glance from their leader, which Ana returned with a nod, promising to keep the incident on the bridge a secret. The girl walked her brother through the portal, snatching up her ring just before the door closed behind them.
Aleksander blinked in the darkness. The only light came from the mitaani, mtaa lamps and restaurant patios lining the canal. He had expected the cold, biting breeze of the Northern Pacific, but instead the warm Italian air caressed his skin. The blood coating his arms, streaking his face, staining his clothing had already dried, yet felt heavy and alive in the humid air. "Ana-" he started, turning to look for his sister.
She was only a silhouette against the dimly lit canal, her eyes two golden, glowing pinpricks identical to the mitaani, mtaa lamps behind her. The girl had her arms wrapped around herself in protection against whatever was making her shiver. He realized that one of her shaking fists, the one where a pair of fingers were missing, was clenched against her chest. "We need to get back to the others," Aleksander reminded her softy, his voice like the soft waves rocking the mashua under their feet.
"I wanted to make sure wewe were uninjured," came her voice in the dark. "I was too nervous to check in front of the bloodsuckers."
Her brother chuckled and leaned back against the boat's railings. "And here we all were thinking wewe had learned to trust the vampires. wewe certainly had me fooled."
"I trust him, but..."
Aleksander nodded in understanding. "Well, I'm fine, not a scratch. Can we leave now?"
The girl's silhouette refused to budge. The older of the two sighed and pushed off the railing. The adrenaline from the fight was fading quickly, and he stumbled on the shifting boat. Ana was suddenly there, a hand on his arm to steady him. In her haste, the object clenched in her fist fell to the deck and bounced, rattled, laid still. She quickly snatched it back up, but Aleksander had already seen the token.
"Where did wewe get that?" he demanded, voice still calm, but ice cold now.
"None of your business."
"Ana, those people are dangerous!"
"Those people?"
Aleksander realized his mistake as those orbs of golden moto turned on him. "You know about the White Army?" The swali was obviously rhetorical and zaidi of an accusation. Rage rolled through the red head as her mind raced over the possibilities of the secret her brother had kept from her. Callaghan Rurik had promised her a chance at getting justice for their family, justice that was 100 years over due. Aleksander had known about such promise and ignored it on purpose.
"So, what? wewe pretended like they didn't exist so that wewe could keep living in your little ndoto world of normality? Get an apartment in Manhattan with your girlfriend and act as if wewe aren't a traitor?"
"Ana, no one has betrayed anyone-"
“Liar," she growled. "You're a liar, and a traitor, and you've turned me into one too. We could do this, bring peace to our people and fix everything. But it's just like in Elam when wewe gave away your crown. All wewe care about is yourself, your stupid ndoto of being a human. You're a liar, and I hate you!"
"Anastasia, enough! The White Army is dangerous!"
"WE are dangerous!" She seethed. “We belong to a family where parents kill their children and siblings kill each other. The last generation that lived in castles and danced in ballrooms were the last innocent ones of our bloodline, and it’s them we are meant to live for, brother…to avenge them.” Her shoulders suddenly dropped. "Why did wewe kill those people?”
"They were bad people. I was defending myself." He took a step closer, reaching a hand out as if he could grab the girl and pull her out of her despair. He was close enough now to see the tears in her eyes.
"You were trained your whole life to fight, wewe could have incapacitated those people without killing a single one. Tell me that's not true, that wewe HAD to kill them." Despite the begging in her voice, Aleksander looked away. Her gasp was just audible over the salty sea breeze. "They saw Tara, Ana. I couldn't risk her getting caught up in this too. They were necessary sacrifices."
There was a silence between them where the air turned acrid, thick with regret. Suddenly the paradise of Venice, the city of canals, islands, masquerades, and gondolas, had become the last place the siblings would ever trust one another. In hindsight, Ana should have taken the earlier opportunity to run among those streets and enjoy the sun on her skin and scent of sea in her hair. She should have run and left it all behind without a look back. Maybe she could have saved herself from the evils no one had ever cared to protect her from.
"You could at least pretend to feel remorse,” she muttered, wiping the tears from her angry eyes. "I hurt someone today. A stranger. Ripped his arm open with my claws, and I doubt I'll sleep well tonight over the pain I caused him. But wewe act as if wewe could massacre a dozen people every siku and never lose a sekunde of sleep. Just like it'll never bother wewe to turn your back on your family."
The girl felt sick to her stomach at her own rage and at the defeat that sapped the light from her brother's eyes. They were suddenly blank pale blue windows with nothing behind them, the only clean spaces on his blood covered body. She wanted to feel triumphant in discovering the truth of his soulless nature, one exactly like their late father’s, so she turned away from him. "I'll take wewe back to the others," she assured, her voice sounding far away in her own ears. "I'll stay there, but not for you. I'll make my decision for myself about the White Army. And then…I never want to see wewe again."
She had knelt to place her ring back down. She was tense for a response, an objection, but none came. The portal opened and Ana stepped through, followed kwa the hollow eyed man whom had once been her brother.
Name: McKenzie Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age:15
Occupation: Hero.
Powers:
-Flight (wings),
-telekinesis,
-can attract metal to herself
Skills;
-hand to hand combat,
-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.
Other: -When Nudge is in stealth mode, her eyes are red, hair is curly, and she has black bat wings.
-Has a older brother, you've seen him before, figure it out.
Fang snapped upright, resulting in slamming his head on the metal dog crate he was sitting in.
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" Angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." Angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" Angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" Angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." Angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" Angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
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 inayofuata 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 ukuta 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 ukuta posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Copy
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying wewe guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather wewe conciously knew what wewe were doing au not. wewe did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when wewe copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea wewe worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know wewe can do it. wewe guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying wewe guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather wewe conciously knew what wewe were doing au not. wewe did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when wewe copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea wewe worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know wewe can do it. wewe guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.