1: Raze And Phoenix With Crowbars Is A Cult Icon
Raze made a frame with her hands, holding it up and peering through with one eye shut. Cass peered at her sceptically, while Jake and Tor shook their heads, giving up hope.
"Now, there's something about this that doesn't look totally right."
Phoenix smirked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"You know what it needs, Raze Skinner?" Phoenix asked, prodding her friend's shoulder. "It needs you and me, wielding crowbars."
"Please, not again with the crowbars," Jake moaned, running her fingers through her already messy flaming red waves.
"Aw, but 'Raze Skinner and Phoenix Altamirano With Crowbars' is a cult icon," Cass conceded, rubbing her eyes tiredly. She choked down some black coffee, letting the hot liquid warm her hand through the paper cup. Tor tilted her head back and moaned.
"Why didn't I get the 'kick-my-arse' coffee? This is barely even bringing me around," she moaned. Raze shrugged.
"Phoenix got the coffees, and you know she never gets anything beyond 'wake-me-up'."
"Hey," Phoenix replied, defensive, "It's not my problem if you decided that staying up 'till three in the morning is a good idea."
"But it's the weekend, and the weekend is a great time to kick some arse in Warcraft," Jake whined. She stuffed a chocolate chip cookie into her mouth. It dripped with coffee. Jake looked at Tor accusingly.
"Look here," she snapped, "at least I have genetic reasons for being an-soc, Jacelya of Eraklyon."
"Lutoria of Linphea," Jake said flatly, "that's bullshit."
"Eff off, you nimrod," she snapped.
"Snarky, much," Raze commented, eyebrows raised. She shook out her dirty blonde hair and tied it up roughly.
"No need to bring out the titles," Phoenix said, raising her hands in a gesture of 'Calm down, crazy woman'.
"Lutoria. What were my parents thinking?" Tor muttered darkly, staring into her black coffee as if it held the secrets of the universe.
"Hey, don't say a thing," Raze snorted. "My mom went absolutely, utterly and decidedly mental when she was naming me and Alethea and Kazul."
"Raze, why on earth did you choose Skinner as your last name?" Cass peered at Raze peevishly.
"You know how I love to see Mother screech," Raze replied with a very crooked grin. "It's a deserved retribution for the ridiculous amount of letters she had to put into my name."
"Oh, dear," Cass replied, deadpan. She stabbed her toast with a fork and stuffed a corner into her mouth.
"Wait. Why did we need crowbars in the first place?" Tor asked, still not awake. She slumped, cheek hitting the table with a dull thud.
"Oh!" Raze yelled, jumping to her feet. She was promptly glared at.
"Raze, you're a royal from Solaria. Calm the freak down," Jake ground out.
"No way! Not when the Mitzi-daughter clan is around!"
Phoenix smirked, tapping her fingers on the table. The door to the little Gardenia coffee shop flew open.
"RAZE SKINNER, PHOENIX ALTAMIRANO, CASSIA EVANSLEIGH, TORIA HARKER, JACELYA ELLIOT," Aerin exploded, "YOU'RE IN FOR AN ARSE-KICKING!"
"Oh, dear," Cass drawled, entirely unimpressed. Tor, still not awake, blinked and downed her coffee.
"Why?" Raze called. Aerin blinked and ran a hand through her caramel hair.
"Oh," she gaped. "Uh, don't worry, nothing to see here!"
She scampered to the table that the five girls were sharing. Mitzi-daughter clan chief, Kryslyn, strutted over to their table, hips swaying in an entirely contrived manner. Her endowments were spilling out of her spaghetti-strap midriff top, no doubt supplemented by the use of chicken fillets.
"Kryslyn," Cass sighed, "It's too early. Call back at eleven."
"Aw, is the Kryslyn too much to handle for poor widdle Calli baby?"
"Oh, get it right, please?" Tor groaned, tone dripping with scorn. "It's Cass, not Calli."
"Kryslyn, you're a total bore," Jake muttered. Aerin hit Jake upside the head, and propped her hands on her hips. Her caramel hair swished to her waist. She was unimpressed.
"I was sent to get you guys," she muttered darkly, "the 'rents got their hands full, but they want you back to sit the youngers. You people are insufferable, you know?"
"No, not the youngers!"
Tor spluttered and sprayed her coffee over Kryslyn's too-tight micro-mini.
"!"Aerin blurted, dragging Tor upright. Tor latched onto Jake, who latched onto Raze, who grabbed Phoenix, who accosted Cass. The chain of girls was dragged up and out of the coffee shop. Kryslyn blinked, and looked at her skirt.
"TORIA HARKER!"
It was a hellhole.
Children ran from floor to ceiling on sugar and caffeine. Lutasia of Linphea hung from a chandelier as Tor's twin, Tyler, hollered at her, wringing his hip-length ponytail with both hands. He looked indescribably frazzled, and had resorted to yelling threats and incoherent gibberish. Tasia blew a raspberry and started swinging on the chandelier, rocking it back and forth in a cacophony of crystal clinking against crystal as the metal of the lighting fixture creaked alarmingly. Tor pursed her lips and clicked her fingers. The metal arms of the chandelier wrapped themselves securely around Tasia and lowered her to the floor, where both the Linphean twins grabbed their unruly sister and wrestled her into a broom cupboard until straitjacket could be found. Tyler went to run to his room to look for such an article of clothing. Tor produced a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs and Tyler did a double-take. He goggled.
Tor wiggled her eyebrows and Tyler rolled his eyes, unimpressed with his very kinky sister.
Riley mooned Phoenix, her violently violet hair in a crazy mess. Phoenix roared and grabbed her younger sister, turning her over her knee and spanking her silly. Riley flailed, clipping Phoenix in the face, and Phoenix tackled Riley bodily, sitting on her as Riley flailed with fists and feet.
Ambrose was close to tears, trying to impose order upon his younger siblings Kata and Orion. Jake decided that assisting her brother was in some sort of order. She waded into the fray, wincing and pushing her younger yet somehow taller brother out of the way, grabbing Kata and Orion by the backs of their shirts. In a feat of superhuman ability, she lifted them off the ground and knocked their heads together.
Raze picked up Alethea by the ankles and shook her once, the twice when she wouldn't desist. She grabbed her younger brother Kazul by the ear and hit him soundly over the head when he tried to escape from her grasp. At her superior height of six feet tall, and with a considerable amount of strength for her age and gender, Raze accosted both siblings and proceeded to raise her eyebrow at them in silence.
Cass yelled in her older twin brother Caspian's ear when he stumbled down, still in his pyjamas. His very overgrown hair would have matched Cass' exactly, if it weren't fluffed out to about three and a half times its normal size in a record-breaking bed-head. Gale, who had been quietly reading a book (completely oblivious to the chaos occurring around him, of course), was suddenly smacked across the back of the head. Cass towered over him, looking absolutely thunderous. Gale looked up at her, completely confused. Aerin watched, and was suspicious. Where was...
BOOM!
"Alright. That is it!" she growled. "STOP THIS INSTANT!"
Everyone stopped. Even Cameron had the decency to poke his head into the room, face blackened beyond recognition with soot.
"Clean!" She shouted. The errant siblings were dragged into a line, and neatened by the use of long-practised household magic. The evidence of their hellish cavorting was left un-erased, and Aerin propped her hands on her hips. Jake and Tor flanked her, followed by Cass, Raze and Phoenix.
"Alright. That's better."
The front door opened, and their parents filed through, chatting amiably and obliviously. Sky and Bloom, Jake's parents, were discussing something political, while Tor's parents Flora and Helia snuggled contentedly. Stella, Raze's mother, breezed through the door in an entirely new outfit, as her father, Brandon, trailed behind with shopping bags in both hands. Musa and Riven, Pheonix's parents, were locked in and intense shouting match, again, while the Andros twins' parents Layla and Nabu held hands and gazed most distractedly at each other. Aerin's mom and dad, Tecna and Timmy, brought up the rear, absorbed in whatever gadget was currently in their hands.
They promptly turned around and looked accusingly at their parents.
Bloom and Stella looked up, and noticed the accusing look their eldest children were giving them.
"What?" Bloom asked, completely oblivious.
The accusing looks intensified into a glare.
"What?" Bloom asked again, beyond befuzzled. Jake pursed her lips and patted Ambrose absently on the shoulder. He still looked to be on the verge of a mental breakdown, and Gale made a face, gently herding him into the kitchen for some comfort food. Alethea was still being held aloft when Stella finally noticed the in what sort of position her three children were in. Kazul made a face, flailing, and Raze glared at him. He gulped and desisted.
Aerin seized Cameron by the ear, hissing a cleaning spell. The soot vanished in a puff of smoke from Cameron's face, glasses, and dark magenta hair. Suitably unimpressed, Cameron muttered something back. He seemed to be in a state of indignation: of course, being seized by the ear by your sister was not worthy of a valedictorian-graduating AP student, much less the fabled Cameron of Zenith, who was awarded scholarships not only to Red Fountain, but to Fantagor Academy, Southsummer Military Institute, Antarion College and Blackholt Academy.
Aerin kicked him. He yowled.
She turned and stared at her parents, who were so far happily unacquainted with the issue at hand.
"Mom, Dad," she said impatiently. Said parents looked up, and were met with a scene of abject destruction.
In the middle of the foyer of their spacious abode, a mangled metal chandelier lay in a heap on the floor. Egg was splattered across the left walls and toilet paper was wound over and around the bannisters of the sweeping grand staircase. There were smashed terracotta pots around the foot of the stairs, and multicoloured balloons were scattered on the floor. A feminine hygiene product seemed to be stuck in one of the many scattered pairs of shoes, and pancakes and omelettes of assorted description plastered the ceiling in an aromatic coating of starch and protein. An inflatable pool full of orange cordial had been upended across the floor, and an almighty stench arose from the pile of orange-cordial-soaked tinned sardines lined up in and enormous heart shape in the left back corner of the foyer. Aerin snapped her fingers, and a vaguely recognisable shaped popped into existence in front of her. Timmy positively screeched.
Well, considering that his levabike had been reduced to a mangled smoking wreck, that was one of his milder reactions.
"Oh, my Dragon," Tecna gasped. Aerin raised and eyebrow.
"Now," she said, "If we're leaving for Alfea in a week, then you people-", (she gestured expressively), "- need to seriously get to work on controlling these hooligans."
"Think of all the trouble Red Fountain is going to get when Cammie-chon, Zul-zul and Rosie hit the intake," Phoenix said to Raze. Raze sniggered and a wailing sob errupted from the kitchen.
"Don't call me Rosie!" Ambrose shrieked tearfully. Phoenix looked alarmed and hid behind the six-foot-tall blonde. Raze continued to snigger into her hand. Cameron narrowed his eyes in a death squint at Phoenix, glasses flashing ominously as Gale's muttered reassurances filtered into the room over the sound of Ambrose's sobbing. Phoenix melted into a fangirling puddle of mush and proceeded to pinch the hell out of his cheeks.
"Wow. I knew Tor had propensities for lateness, but she sure is-"
A shadow passed over them, and Jake shielded her eyes with her arm. Down-drafts buffeted the five second generation guardians. A dragon, a pure-bred Pyros split-tail racer by the looks of it, touched down in the quad. Phoenix and Raze swore incredulously. Jumping off the dragon from behind a supposed Red Fountain boy was Tor, her dark hair loose. The boy jumped off and hauled her suitcase down.
"Thanks, Jehan!" she called, lifting out the handle and dragging the suitcase over to where Cass and Jake were standing. Other fairies on the intake whispered and giggled, eyes wide with shock, or maidenly shyness.
"Is that- Jehan Caitlis?" one of them mumbled, "The dragon racer Jehan Caitlis?"
Jehan followed the Linphean princess over. His dark hair was messy and his teeth flashed white against skin the colour of brown sugar.
"Again, thanks, Jehan. I'll call you when I'm free for racing, okay?" Tor grinned, running her hand through her hair. Jehan grinned and pulled her into a manly one-armed hug. He thoroughly messed up her hair.
"See ya, princess," he teased, walking back and remounting his dragon. It screeched and took off, nearly blowing the Alfea girls to the ground.
Other freshmen crowded around Tor and the others, bombarding them with questions.
"How do you know Jehan Caitlis?"
"Isn't he so dreamy?"
"Can I get his number-"
"Ladies, ladies, calm down." Tor smirked. "I know Jehan from my brother Tyler who knows Caspian of Andros who knows Ambrose of Sparx who knows Griffin the totally hot albino who knows Heath whose cousin is Drake of Elusiva who challenged Jehan Caitlis in last year's Interdimensional Dragon Cup."
"How many RF boys do you know, anyway?" Cass asked. She shook her head. Tor really was one of the boys. She was rough and ready, and kick-ass at all times.
"Well, there's obviously Jehan, and Ambrose, Cameron, Kazul, Tyler, Caspian, Raziel, Griffin the smoking hot albino (not the Cloud Tower principal), Heath, Drake, Caleb, Mattin, Tanner, Hayden, Sage, Kaien, Winter, Brendan, Alec, Alastair, Marco, Nick... do you want to know any more?"
"Are any of them into you?" a freshman stranger whispered excitedly.
"Can you introduce me?"
"Alas, no," Tor said. "My schedule's tight, but Kaien is totally into you, Jake."
"Liar," she said flatly.
"Aw, come on. Please tell me you've noticed how he looks at you?"
"No," Jake deadpanned.
Cass tugged on their sleeves. "Come on. Ol' Grizzle is looking at us pointedly."
They dragged themselves over to where Griselda was. She clutched her clipboard, looking suspiciously at the freckled, blue eyed redhead in front of her. Her style- red and black plaid shirt, white tank top, denim shorts and Converses- was very different from her mother's, but there was the same spark of defiance in her eyes. Her expression was very bored. From the look of her, Griselda didn't trust her, not one bit.
"Name, please," she said.
"Jacelya of Eraklyon. Call me Jake." Griselda peered at the sheet before her and found the name. Princess Jacelya of Eraklyon- present.
The next girl in line was a dirty blonde with hazel eyes. She was inordinately tall, and her hair looked as if it had been cut in the dark. Her legs were tanned, bruised and scraped. She had little to no resemblance to her mother's chatterbox tendencies. There was a mocking, taunting look in her eyes that begged to be reprimanded.
"Raze of Solaria," she said. Griselda looked down, and sniffed.
"Try again," she snapped.
Raze sighed. "Arazelia Calasynth Celalune of Solaria."
Griselda ticked off and waved her through.
The girl who had arrived on dragon-back with the famous dragon rider was significantly more tan than the others, with dark brown hair and eyes to match. There was a streak of dirt on her face. She pushed the sleeves of her leather jacket up, and the white shirt beneath it had an entirely offensive slogan printed across her considerable assets. It read, 'Stop staring at my tits'.
"Name please," Griselda said, snippish. "And remove that offensive garment immediately."
"I'm sorry, what?" she asked, faking a shocked expression. "Are you asking me to strip in public?"
Griselda sighed, beyond frustrated. "Name, please."
"Lutoria of Linphea," she smirked, breezing through. Griselda's mouth twisted. That girl would be hard to handle, she knew it already.
The next girl had a shirt of some Earth band, and she carried a guitar case. Earphones were hung around her neck, trapping some of her pitch black hair. A polaroid camera hung around her neck. She looked like a very upbeat, cheerful, cute-and-innocent-face rebel. Griselda just knew that she'd be trouble. The girl smiled crookedly.
"Phoenix of Melody," she said. Griselda waved her through.
The next girl had barely controlled dark brown corkscrew curls fanned around her head, with a floppy wavy fringe covering one eye. She looked somewhat respectable, as a princess of Andros. Her somewhat outlandish attire consisted of a rainbow tie-dye wifebeater and distressed, much-patched boyfriend capris. Again, Griselda felt her eyebrows rising at just how zaftig the girl was. Most years, at least some of the incoming freshmen were still stuffing their A-cups with socks. The heir apparent to Andros and Tides was nothing of the sort.
"Cassia of Andros and Tides," she enunciated. She strode through confidently, hips swaying lazily, and waved the last girl through.
She was neat, with a slick caramel ponytail and a purple halter top and dark denim jeans. One hand was occupied by a palmtop minicomputer with a levitating flip-out typepad and a revolving signal receiver. The other was simultaneously operating a levitating swivel-mouse at light speed.
"Aerin of Zenith," she said, calmly and collectedly. Griselda sighed and marked her name off, noting the scholarship student notation next to her name. At least one of the Guardians' descendants was hard working and bore a semblance of sanity.
"Picture it- Jehan Caitlis on the left, Ambrose on the right, me in the middle with circle contacts and puffed out cheeks. Would they make good ulzzangs?" Phoenix asked.
"No," Jake responded flatly. "You should try Raziel though. Even though he's got the Asian Earth look through and through, he did go strawberry blonde over summer break."
"Circle contacts, a little 'shopping and bam! Ulzzang," Raze added, nodding in approval.
"Oh dear," Cass sighed, smiling ever so slightly, "Imagine if poor young Raziel were to hear of this unspeakable thing."
"Raziel is just adorable," Tor agreed, "in a little boy in a big boy's body kind of way. In, like, a really freakin' hot body."
They giggled all together, but for Aerin and Jake. Jake was blank-faced, while Aerin looked annoyed.
"Honestly, all you people think about is boys, boys, boys," she muttered darkly.
They arrived into their dorm, which was sickeningly pink and presumably the old Winx dorm. Phoenix and Raze roomed together, predictably. Tor and Jake were buddies, and Cass and Aerin elected to be room-mates. Cass was the most qualified to deal with Aerin's quick temper and exacting standards, while Jake and Tor could be antisocial slobs together. Abjectly disgusted, Tor and Raze waved their hands and the walls flashed black before changing into colour. Tor and Jake's room was red with pale blue and white cupboards. There were two desks, two beds and two dressers. Beanbags and floor pillows were scattered on the black painted wood floor, and a neon light sculpture stretched across the wall above the two beds.
Raze and Phoenix's room was yellow, green and blue, and had a huge fake-grass carpet marked with white lines, imitating a football pitch. Again, there were two yellow bed with matching shelves above them, and a yellow desk each with blue fronted drawers. Cass and Aerin's room was white and natural wood themed, with natural wood desks and beds and white shelving. A huge stainless steel clock was perched above Aerin's bed, and the beds were covered in dark blue linen.
Once their stuff was dumped, they followed the school tour under Ms. Faragonda's directive. Mostly, the six Winx-daughters slacked off in the back. Aerin, well, she was a different matter. She took notes.
Once the tour ended, they were dismissed. Phoenix, Raze and Tor all immediately called for Magix; Jake agreed, and Cass was mellow as always. Aerin balked and spluttered.
"Come on, 'Rin," Phoenix wheedled, "let your hair down, once in a while."
Aerin could not object.
Phoenix moaned in pleasure as she sucked on her large mango bubble tea, with grape jelly and pearls, regular sugar, no ice.
Jake rolled her eyes at Phoenix's over-exaggerated reaction. In one hand was a small plastic bag with a couple of Neverending Sushi Train albums, and that new Dark Violets release. The Friday And The Stump CD would go to Ambrose. Tor had the same Dark Violets CD, but the similarities ended there. Tor listened to seriously weird stuff, like Subtle View, Clueless Pariah, Fading Unwritten- scary stuff indeed. Raze had indulged herself, with a new pair of cherry-print gym boots and a couple of loose midriff tee shirts. Cass had been counting her coins and decided that a strawberry smoothie was in order, while Aerin had snagged some books on the cheap. Phoenix, taking a break from slurping tea, continued to natter on and on about stuff, any stuff, random stuff. She even had the circle contacts to prove that she really was going through an ulzzang phase.
"Let's go to that coffee shop!" Aerin said, pointing at a quaint little shop with a big glass window. The scalloped awning was cream and mocha-coloured. The girls cheered and streamed in in a long, multicoloured parade. Raze, of course, wanted a mocha chiller with whipped cream. Tor was all for a long black, while the others wanted iced chocolates. Phoenix and Cass decided to bypass the coffee; their drinks still weren't finished. They put their orders to a very harassed-looking lady behind the counter.
"Omnomnomnom," Raze mumbled into her straw.
"We should do this more-"
A tail slammed into the shop window next to them. Their first instinct was a shout/yell/scream/swear loudly. Then, they dropped their bags. Raze formed a bubble shield over their stuff. An arm tore the awning in two, topped with a huge, bulbous pincer. Tor yelled as another pincer snapped shut over her head. She ducked instinctively. Citizens screamed, running every which way. Six Specialists, first or second years by the look of it, dodged and ducked, weapons out.
"Get out of the way!" someone shouted.
"Kaien?" Phoenix screamed.
Kaien blocked a converging set of pincers with his red phantoblade. He grunted as the pincers forced him down to his knees.
"Oh, bloody hell!" he swore loudly, sweat and matted black hair falling into his eyes. Jake fumbled in her backpack, swearing softly until she grabbed her desired weapon.
"Yes!" she shouted, whipping out a phantoblade. It was a slim, sky-blue rapier, which she promptly swung, cutting the pincers off their arms.
That was when they finally got a good look at the bloody huge thing that was causing a crap-load of trouble. It had seven heads with no necks, and four arms protruding right off its chest. There were five arms coming off its back, and its tail bore a heavy, bulbous club on its end. The tail whipped around and slammed an unfamiliar Specialist into a wall. There was a crack as he hit the wall, and blood streamed down his face. Aerin instinctively set up a shield.
"Aish, you gotta be kidding me! Winter! Answer me! Oh, for-"
"Raziel?" Raze cried. "What the hell is going on?"
"Can't talk, just help!" he shouted. An arm lashed out, knocking him down. He skidded across the asphalt, ripping up his uniform. He looked up, straight into the sun. Raziel cried out, momentarily blinded. The monster went in for a killing strike; laser strings held it back.
"Tyler!" Tor's brother pulled back, reeling the laser strings in. The monster roared.
"Tor, transform!"
"Winx!"
There was a momentarily blinding flash of light, before the girls arranged themselves in a wide arc. Raziel and Kaien had their phantoblades out, while Tyler was struggling with the surging monster.
"Ack!" Jake screeched, covering her bare midriff. The ruby red midriff halter and short-shorts were not her taste at all.
"No screech just fight!" Tor shouted, focusing her energy. Metal ripped up and out of their surroundings; electrical cables wrapped around the monster's snapping mouths and pincers.
"Hurry up!" Tor shouted, hands glowing with silver energy, "I can't hold it for long!"
"Blast it!" Phoenix shouted, hurling a ball of crackling electricity at the thrashing monster. It weaved around wildly, before crashing into the monster. The monster roared, throwing Tyler by the force of its exertions. He flew into the air-
-and was promptly caught by Jehan Caitlis doing a barrel roll on his split-tail. Cass hit the ground, rolling and slamming her fist into the floor. A fissure opened beneath the monster, and hands of rock and earth reached up to grab hold of it. The rock hands shook the monster, while Aerin wrestled with its tail, trying to keep it away from the unconscious Specialist that she was shielding.
"Your phantoblade!" she shouted to Jake, struggling to pin the Monster's trail.
"Where is everyone!" Raziel shouted. A figure jumped off the roof, yelling and brandishing a phantoblade. They struck the monster feet first, slicing a head off very neatly. Jake struck, and a spray of muddy grey-green gore spurted from the monster's severed head.
"Duck!" she shouted. The boy ducked; she swung and a pincer fell to the ground between them.
Cass shouted, and the earthen hands tightened around the shrieking monster. Raze threw a ball of light. It swerved wildly. Aerin lost control of the monster's tail, and it slammed her into a wall.
"Iron claw!" Tor shouted. The monster screamed; its tail dripped gore as it fell to the ground. Raziel hacked at the monster with his white phantoblade as Jehan's dragon swooped. Tyler shot his laser strings. They pulled taut as the dragon strained upward.
"Cover me!" Jake shouted, swinging her phantoblade.
"Silver screen," Tor shouted.
"Antivirus!" Aerin screeched.
"Nebula," Raze grunted, struggling with one of the monster's arms.
Jake focused on her phantoblade.
"Dragon fire!" she shouted, running at the monster full pelt. She jumped and plunged her flaming blade into the monster's chest.
The monster screamed and exploded in grey-green slime.
The fairies and Specialists hit the wall in the now deserted street, splattered with gore and slime.
"Eurgh..." Aerin mumbled, rubbing her head.
"My stuff!" Tor shouted, jumping up from the mess of slush.
"Hush, you," Raze said, hauling Kaien to his feet. Raziel retracted his phantoblade and offered Jake a hand. The bubble shield Raze had put up was still in place. Tor sighed in relief. Jehan landed on a rooftop, and Tyler dismounted swiftly. Phoenix and Cass helped each other up.
"Report," Tyler shouted.
"Here," Kaien croaked, "but Winter's out. We should call backup."
"Reporting," Raziel called.
"Fine," Jehan called, dragging the last of the boys to his feet.
"Caspian, reporting," he said. "Not great, but I'll manage."
"What on Magix happened here?" The boys flinched visibly. Codatorta looked at them with absolute fury etched over his face.
"Sir," they mumbled sheepishly, lining up.
"They're screwed. Totally screwed," Jake mumbled. Aerin snapped her fingers, and she reverted back to her regular clothes. Another snap of her fingers worked one of her most hardcore cleaning spells. The street was restored to its previous state of cleanliness. The damage, on the other hand, was beyond Aerin's capabilities.
Three Red Fountain aircrafts hovered above as Magix police closed off the area. The boy who had been slammed into the wall was flown away, and the rest of the Specialists waved at the girls as they filed into an aircraft. The last opened its entry hatch, and the girls balked. Griselda and Faragonda looked at them expectantly, hands on hips.
"Oh, dear," Tor mumbled.
Hi. I'm Jacelya of Eraklyon and I've been forced into this. Kudos Phoenix, you ass.
Nickname: Jake, Jakey, Jace (but that's reserved for special people only. No, Tor, Tyler, you don't count).
Favourite Food: Agedashi tofu. Yum ~
Favourite Colour: Red of all shades.
Favourite Hobby: Gaming, especially Age of Empires and World of Warcraft.
Favourite Pet: Is a temperamental griffin considered to be a pet? Still, I loves meh griffin. Even if he does bite me too much.
Ideal Boyfriend: Who would notice a flat-chested fire-top like me? Still, don't tell anyone, but I kind of like Kaien. X3 Hah, no, I kid, I kid you muchly.
Best Friends: Lutoria of Linphea and Phoenix of Melody. Hey, girls :)
Favourite Movies: Blood, gore and action, like Indiana Jones and James Bond. And Terminator.
Loves: Gaming and slacking off, feeling like one of the boys.
Hates: Petticoats and stays. Ugh. Bane of my existence, I swear.
Favourite Music: Mr. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang :) Neverending Sushi Train, indie rock, old Hollywood music.
Favourite Shoes: Skechers and Converse. Ultimate in tomboy comfort.
Favourite Subject: … Can I think about this? I guess I have to pick Defence or Magical Creatures.
Favourite Spell: Firestorm ;D Woohoo!
Catchphrase: I need coffee.