Someone or Something New
A LXG Fanfic by Exmouth
Chapter One- Introductions
As the battle below her continued on, Renja watched in silence, high above the action in a beam. Pages of endless volumes of encyclopedias and other works of literary art fluttered down like snow, landing gracefully and soundlessly to the floor. And as the amateur warriors won their way to a victory over the masked soldiers, Renja climbed her way down from the ceiling in shadow, waiting for the opportune moment to announce her arrival. She then re-appropriated into her human form, and made her move.
"Actually, Dorian has declined his entry into the League.", said Mina.
"Then perhaps you would like some assistance on your quest?", asked a strangers voice, in the shadows.
All of the heads in the room turned towards Renja as she walked in to the light. Her green eyes glimmered like precious stones, but they were nothing compared to the rest of her. Her hair, thick like a sable's fur and as black as night, maybe even blacker. Her skin, white, flawless, and glowing, and her body, perfectly shaped and toned, for it was easily visible through her clothing: a loose peasant blouse that cut off at the top of her ribs, and a long, flowing gypsy skirt that hung low on her hips, and a silver coin-belt that hung over the skirt. She was barefoot, and her eyes were lined dark.
"Who in the bloody hell are you?", asked Quartermaine.
"What I would like to know is how you got into my home.", interrupted Dorian.
"I have my ways, good sir", said Renja, in a slightly thick Mediterranean accent from somewhere unknown, but definitely far away. "But, to answer your question, old man, I've come to enquire about this little group of vigilantes your putting together. I heard it's a good deal."
"Sorry, but your late, young lady," replied Quartermaine, " We already have seven and seven is enough. Eight would be far too much help."
"Oh, I think you'll change your mind once you see what I can do."
"And what is that?", asked Dorian, taking a step forward.
"Oh I bet you' like to watch, wouldn't you?", said Renja while eyeing Dorian over. He really didn't seem to mind, but it bothered Mina. "Well you've got our answer, gypsy, now go", interrupted Mina.
"Now wait a minute, I've got as good of a chance as any. Why don't you just hear me out?"
"What could you possibly bring to the League?", asked Quatermaine.
"The League? You make it sound like a group of flamboyant female impersonators."
"Just answer the question, young lady."
"Well, since you cut me short, I know virtually everything about anything on the face of the planet. I would say that knowledge is my strong suit."
"right. That's damn-near impossible.", said Tom confidently.
"Can you read, boy?", asked Renja.
"Yes."
"How often?"
"I'm not that fond of reading."
"Yes, well it shows."
"What do you mean?"
"You are a fantastic marksman, but your grammar is terrible. I think you devote all of your time practicing with that metal contraption than you do you mental capacity for acquiring knowledge."
"Huh." , Tom turned away, knowing that in some ways she was right.
"Anyway, as I was saying, I do believe that my brain will come to some sort of use to you in the future."
"It does sound useful, but we all have secrets. Something that makes us unique. What's yours?"
"All in good time Old Major. All in good time."
Renja walked out of the library and down the stairs to one of the living rooms. Feeling confident, she laughed to herself and waited for a confrontation.
A LXG Fanfic by Exmouth
Chapter One- Introductions
As the battle below her continued on, Renja watched in silence, high above the action in a beam. Pages of endless volumes of encyclopedias and other works of literary art fluttered down like snow, landing gracefully and soundlessly to the floor. And as the amateur warriors won their way to a victory over the masked soldiers, Renja climbed her way down from the ceiling in shadow, waiting for the opportune moment to announce her arrival. She then re-appropriated into her human form, and made her move.
"Actually, Dorian has declined his entry into the League.", said Mina.
"Then perhaps you would like some assistance on your quest?", asked a strangers voice, in the shadows.
All of the heads in the room turned towards Renja as she walked in to the light. Her green eyes glimmered like precious stones, but they were nothing compared to the rest of her. Her hair, thick like a sable's fur and as black as night, maybe even blacker. Her skin, white, flawless, and glowing, and her body, perfectly shaped and toned, for it was easily visible through her clothing: a loose peasant blouse that cut off at the top of her ribs, and a long, flowing gypsy skirt that hung low on her hips, and a silver coin-belt that hung over the skirt. She was barefoot, and her eyes were lined dark.
"Who in the bloody hell are you?", asked Quartermaine.
"What I would like to know is how you got into my home.", interrupted Dorian.
"I have my ways, good sir", said Renja, in a slightly thick Mediterranean accent from somewhere unknown, but definitely far away. "But, to answer your question, old man, I've come to enquire about this little group of vigilantes your putting together. I heard it's a good deal."
"Sorry, but your late, young lady," replied Quartermaine, " We already have seven and seven is enough. Eight would be far too much help."
"Oh, I think you'll change your mind once you see what I can do."
"And what is that?", asked Dorian, taking a step forward.
"Oh I bet you' like to watch, wouldn't you?", said Renja while eyeing Dorian over. He really didn't seem to mind, but it bothered Mina. "Well you've got our answer, gypsy, now go", interrupted Mina.
"Now wait a minute, I've got as good of a chance as any. Why don't you just hear me out?"
"What could you possibly bring to the League?", asked Quatermaine.
"The League? You make it sound like a group of flamboyant female impersonators."
"Just answer the question, young lady."
"Well, since you cut me short, I know virtually everything about anything on the face of the planet. I would say that knowledge is my strong suit."
"right. That's damn-near impossible.", said Tom confidently.
"Can you read, boy?", asked Renja.
"Yes."
"How often?"
"I'm not that fond of reading."
"Yes, well it shows."
"What do you mean?"
"You are a fantastic marksman, but your grammar is terrible. I think you devote all of your time practicing with that metal contraption than you do you mental capacity for acquiring knowledge."
"Huh." , Tom turned away, knowing that in some ways she was right.
"Anyway, as I was saying, I do believe that my brain will come to some sort of use to you in the future."
"It does sound useful, but we all have secrets. Something that makes us unique. What's yours?"
"All in good time Old Major. All in good time."
Renja walked out of the library and down the stairs to one of the living rooms. Feeling confident, she laughed to herself and waited for a confrontation.