Mount Justice
September 8, 2017
05:15
Alyn gathered her belongings drowsily, the allaying irritation in her hand steadily increasing the more that she moved it. Despite her sluggish movements however, she had been quick in packing her uniformed suit inside of a larger duffel bag, which she then slung over her shoulder securely. The band of the bag had been loose, allowing the actual containment part of it to slap at her hip as she exited the locker rooms.
Her footsteps reverberated out from underneath her body as she crossed, the repetition of it similar to that of a clock's hands. It easily stole the attention of the other teenagers in the room. "I'm leaving now, thanks for taking care of my hand for me," the mother said aloud to the small remainder of her teammates, more so to Raja than anyone else.
"Feel better soon," the Muslim boy wished grimly, not bothering to look up from his case file as she left the room. He rubbed at his eyes furiously, "Okay, so we don't have any leads on Killer Frost's whereabouts yet," he repeated back to the tiny group.
Noah tried to ignore the shivers that cascaded down his spine at the villain's mention. "We can always see if any of her past accomplices have information on her," Noah offered in a monotoned laced voice. "After all, criminals typically do follow patterns that they're usually unaware of. Frost could be hiding out back in her old home city," he informed the group.
Raja stared down at the file still, his eyes struggling to read the text on it from left to right, opposed to the other way around. "I don't see us having any other options here besides that. She's practically a ghost," the super-powered teen confessed, already formulating a plan internally. It was a quick strategy: enter Central City, interrogate any accomplices, and get out.
Dani's voice cut in the conversation suddenly, her eyes finally returning to the group instead of Alyn's retreating figure, "Do you think her body behaves like a ghost's?"
Despite her virtually stultified tone, her question gained the heed of those around her. Even Oliver, who had previously been playing meaningless games on his mobile phone, gazed down upon the ex-assassin in unspoken question. It was finally Raja who had voiced the uncertainty, "What do you mean?"
Dani spoke in a calm demeanor, "Her body is cold, sort of like a corpse. Is it possible that despite her being physically alive, her body is dead?"
Noah, who had finally understood what the broody hit-man was suggesting, shook his head side to side curtly. "No. I was near her earlier, and she definitely felt alive," he started, before going quiet in thought. Then, as if Edison himself had invented the light bulb over the necromancer's cranium, an idea began to formulate in his mind. "But I think I know someone who could help trace her very-much-alive body."
Raja surveyed the teens ahead of him before eventually commanding an: "Alright. Suit up."
As the group of heroes began dispersing back towards the changing stations, Raja made a grab for Noah's thick jacket. Then, with gentle hands, he pulled on it lightly in attempts to regain the necromancer's focus. Noah turned on his heels slowly, his left eyebrow cocked upwards in incertitude as he asked, "What's up?"
"Are you sure you should be going on this mission?" Raja's question was quick and sudden, his hold on the boy's jacket going slack. Even though the tattooed individual did not voice it, all he could think of was how shockingly gelid the boy's skin was. He would be lying if he said he wasn't concerned for the younger boy's well-being, especially as Noah's eyes inadvertently slunk towards his feet.
"Yeah, I'm good. I want to be there when she's being arrested," Noah revealed, his hands shoved deep within his dark jacket's pockets, "And besides, you guys need me there to help."
Raja knew that no matter what he said, Noah would demand to be on the mission. With an abnegated sigh, the Indian boy released Noah's coat and allowed for him to rush into costume.
49th Precinct, Fawcett City
September 8, 2017
07:19
"I don't care what Raja said Alyn, I'm not letting you back on the case. Do I need to remind you that you nearly obliterated every bone in your hand?" Sam's voice was sharp and authoritative as he spoke into his phone, the device resting in the crook of his shoulder. His hands, which held their own task of guiding his fingers across his desktop's keyboard, did nothing to aid his mobile.
Alyn sighed, her breath heavy as she let out a quiet agreement with the man. "Okay fine, but I'm stopping by the cave later to at least help with McKenzie," the Turkish woman said, no room in her statement for Sam to object to.
Even though she would never admit it, Alyn was grateful that the injury had occurred; it gave the college student an excuse to not only miss out on the more dangerous missions, but also allow her to receive extra time off with her rambunctious toddler. It was obvious that Sam knew this as well, so it did not take much energy or coaxing for him to convince Alyn to take a much deserved break from the heroic activities.
It wasn't long after their agreement did the two adults find reason to end the call with the other: Sam claiming busy work loads and Alyn claiming school assignments. And when the line went dead, Sam plucked his phone off of its perch on his shoulder and flung it down upon his desk.
The barely audible thud was upon the only noises resonating throughout the police department, save for the ticking of the wall's clock and the tapping of Sam's computer. It was also no surprise to the forensic psychologist that he was among the only occupants gathered within the diminutive station, the time of crime not starting until much later in the day. Despite this, however, the man had arrived early to make up for the lost time from yesterday's mission. He found himself doing this more often than he would care to admit.
A styrofoam cup skid across his workstation suddenly then, the sound skidding like a lake's rock gliding across the water. Sam's attention shifted off of his typed up report slowly.
"You look like death," an officer remarked, his hand leaving the cup's circumference to rest upon his gray utility belt. "Long night?"
Sam took the offering and held the stark white cup up to his lips. "You have no idea," the red-haired man replied, taking a large sip of his drink after saying so.
Themiscyra Island
September 8, 2017
08:02
The muffled sounds of waves ascending the beach's shore rung in Yessenia's ears, the crashing of it all relaxing the young girl significantly. Her shoulders, which she felt had been tense for weeks, had finally settled, and the intense anxiety that she had been pooling within her had vanished completely. Even the fierce nightmares that she had been once been experiencing nightly were gone from her sleep.
The sudden sounds of footsteps invaded Yessenia's tranquil thoughts and caused the young girl to whip her head around quickly. Her mother smiled at her in greeting then, ignoring the hyper-vigilance her once distracted child presented. When Yessenia had realized that it was only her mother that had joined her on the high balcony, she calmed once more.
"I am so glad to have seen you again mother," Yessenia said happily, a worn smile spread across her face as she spoke tenderly. "And I am so glad to have visited Themiscyra, I almost forgot how beautiful it was," the young Amazonian added to her previous statement, her gaze overlooking the white-sanded beaches below them again.
Diana followed her daughter's admiring look, a prideful expression bearing over her. "I missed you as well, but I understand that your place is no longer with the Amazons. You are incredibly special, and the man's world needs you to look out for it," the words flowed out of the Wonder Woman easily, no hesitation behind them as they left her angled lips.
Yessenia sighed through her nose, her look turning almost scared. "It's so nice here, there's no threat or worry..." her words trailed off.
"It is," the older woman agreed as she moved to stand behind Yessenia. In a loving manner Diana wrapped her toned arms around the smaller princess's midsection and pulled her in close for a one-sided hug. In an attempt to return the intimacy, Yessenia's own hands rested down upon her mother's.
Despite her previous worry, Yessenia soon found herself in a state of blissful protection, and she closed her eyes soothingly as she continued to listen intently to the remainder of the hero's words, "And it will always be your home for when you find it too overwhelming to remain in the man's world."
Themiscyra is my home, Yessenia repeated her mother's fact eternally, but my team... they're my family, and a home is nothing without family. I need to return to my real home.
Mount Justice
September 8, 2017
10:10
The base's silence soon grew an echo, the nothingness filling the living quarters with acute perturbation. To some, the quietness had been a relief, allowing work to be done and for concussions to properly heal, but to others it mimicked a life long prison sentence in isolation—and Victoria was on death row. She desperately yearned for the base's routine shouting to replace the inaudible stillness, but it never occurred, and it never released her from her stupefaction sentencing.
Victoria was confused, to say at the least; the name Daniel Adder crossing her mind for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. What could that possibly mean? Why would McKenzie say her name was Daniel? The questions reiterated themselves over and over again, demanding to be answered; however, Victoria remained noncomplying to her own head's interrogation.
She wished she could just ask the demigod what she meant by her words, but any interaction with the serpent these days had become impossible to come by. Ever since McKenzie had muttered the out-of-place name in replacement of her own, Logan had refused to let anyone see her—even Victoria. Thwack.
In tense situations like these, the gym would undoubtedly become her second home, and the punching bag would easily become her best friend.
Thwack. Her fist collided with the punching bag's smooth surface once more before her arm recoiled back into herself. With each strike Victoria grew more upset, more anxious, more everything, more thwack.
Thwack. Thwack-
Victoria wanted to scream profanities, wanted a probation from the silence and her increasingly worrisome anger. I am supposed to be watching out for McKenzie, for Yessenia, for Logan, for Noah, and for fucking everyone, and I failed. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The jabs were crud and uncoordinated the longer she kept at her action, but it did not stop Victoria from unleashing her anger out on the bag. And now I can't even see McKenzie!
Her knuckles split open then, blood seeping into the cracks of her stressed skin. Thwack. Ignoring the pain her hands were suffering through, Victoria continued to strike against her target.
After all this time... after all the trying, McKenzie still ended up hurt. What type of hero am- Victoria's monologue fell short, the stinging sensation in her limbs becoming too much to endure. Finally the archer understood why the simulation hurt McKenzie more than it hurt the others: it questioned her meaning as a hero.
Star City
September 8, 2017
12:54
Noah shivered bitterly against the cold air, his jacket providing little to no comfort against the weather. His trembling fingers, despite being shoved inside darkened gloves, still fidgeted in his jacket's pockets trying to find warmth. To him and his body, he was still in a perpetual state of ice.
Oliver barely glanced back at the young diviner before whispering a: "Here comes trouble," quickly throwing Noah out of his invasive thoughts.
The two boys stood crouched then, their heads peering over the ledge of the building's sunken in roof in order to spy upon the scenery below. Oliver, who made a move towards his pocketed weapon, nudged at Noah's side lightly—a silent 'I'm ready' leaving his mouth.
With expertise the two launched themselves over the small wall, and the wind ripped through Noah's exposed hair as they fell down towards the concrete below.
Noah was the first to strike the earth, his legs already working over time to sweep the legs out from underneath a man who was trying to enter the bar. Before the believed-to-be benefactor hit the ground though, Noah shoved his body against another man's.
Meanwhile, Oliver took opportunity of the small group's confusion, and with his right hand, reached out to hold the cranium of one man. With a loud smack of metal, he slammed the adult's head against the trash bin lining the wall near the bar's doorway.
"This is going to hurt," taunted an overweight thug as he aimed a jab towards Noah's jaw. Quickly, the necromancer ducked out of the way and spun so that he was facing his attacker's back. With a slight jump the bat wrapped an arm around the man's neck, flipping the criminal over his shoulder and unto the slab.
A shrill and blood-curdling scream ripped through the bar's atmosphere violently, the soft snap of a bone underlining the cry. "You're beginning to bore me, Frank. Tell me where I can find Killer Frost's new hideout, or I can break your other fucking wrist," Dani's voice was low but intimidating, her tone dangerous. Her hand, which tightly gripped at the man's own, forced his arm back onto the flat surface behind them.
In desperation the man stood to his feet, the stool he had been sitting in falling to the wooden floor loudly. "I told you I don't know!" He hissed aloud, pain coursing through his wrist up into his shoulder. "I don't work for her no more!"
Another yelp of agony echoed out as Dani applied more pressure to the mousy man's appendage, successfully yanking the limb out of its socket. "I won't ask again," the ex-assassin growled wildly as she ignored the whimpers of pain coming from underneath her. "Where is she?"
The man, who had previously been identified as Frank, cursed wretchedly as he stammered out a timid, "She's in the city," before quickly adding, "She's meeting someone at Star Labs tonight, but that's all I know! I swear!"
"See, now was that so hard?" Dani snarled as she released her hold on him.
Instantly the man's uninjured hand went to cradle his dislocation, hisses of anguish still escaping from his mouth. His curses were synonymous to the rest of the bar's occupants, all of which had been forced into a catatonic state; Dani's powers being the culprit to their inability to save their comrade. The super-powered girl pressed a shaking finger to her temple in dizziness, but did not stop her motivated stride towards the exit. Upon her sudden appearance in the criminal bar's alleyway, the girl came across the concerned looks of both Oliver and Noah.
"Are you okay?" Noah asked her immediately, a familiar and sympathetic layer gracing his features. If there was one thing he knew, it was the exhaustion one's powers had on a person.
Dani grumbled to herself quietly, a bland, "I'm fine," leaving her parted lips. Her fingers remained pressed onto the side of her cranium in pain though.
The alleyway that she had entered upon was quiet, the unconscious figures of several men lining the narrow space. I am suddenly grateful that I brought them with me, Dani thought in a relieved manner, her head continuing to hammer and throb. She knew that if she had left the bar and had to deal with a new horde of men, especially after using her telekinetic powers to hold back a previous flock, she would have passed out.
Oliver smirked in attempts to relieve the solemn scene. "Your fight sounded badass," he complimented her, his words being matched with a playful punch to the girl's armored shoulder. Despite her exhaustion, the girl's cool glare sent shivers down even the necromancer's spine. With an awkward chuckle, Oliver switched topics, "Find out anything useful?"
"Yeah. Let's get going," Dani informed minimally. She didn't wait for any confirmation before proceeding to the group's camouflaged jet.
Stanford
September 8, 2017
14:30
Alyn pushed the mushed-filled spoon up towards her toddler's face, the rounded end breaching close to the child's ducked lips. "Come on baby girl, you need to eat. Eat for mommy, okay?" Her words were coo-like, as well as soft and reassuring in manner. "Lütfen?" Alyn pleaded with her child, resorting back to her original tongue of Turkish.
The sick baby coughed roughly as she shook her head side to side in protest. "No," she retorted, "No!" Her words were matched with a shove, Mihrimah's chubby hands slapping the spoon onto the tiled floor beneath them.
With a worried glance towards her own mother, Alyn stood up from her previous position near the floor. "What do I do anne? She won't eat," she asked. "Should I just put the m-e-d-i-c-i-n-e in her bottle instead?"
Mihrimah stared up at Alyn wildly as the woman spelled out the longer word, her eyes growing wide; to the wise moppet, she only knew her mother to spell out a word if she was meaning to keep a secret. "Anne?" Mihrimah sought as she tugged on her mother's shirt sleeve. "Anne, aç!"
"Now you want to eat?" Alyn asked her toddler in slight disbelief, her brain stumbling to understand the tyke's messy Turkish. At the sight of her daughter's nod, Alyn grinned cheekily. "Okay baby, give me a second," Alyn forewarned as she entered the apartment's quaint kitchenette in search of a clean spoon.
These were the moments I've been missing out on since joining the team, Alyn thought happily as she plucked a spoon out of the sink, "Okay bebek, I'm coming back out!"
Mount Justice
September 8, 2017
18:32
Victoria followed Logan inside of the infirmary in brisk strides, her legs all too willing to enter the space. The archer was excited that she was finally going to be able to talk to the serpent girl, but she was also filled with dread and nervousness.
Her thoughts had quickly been replaced as soon as she spotted McKenzie's form, the confusion of the girl's 'Daniel' claim long forgotten as a does she even remember me? filled its place.
Logan scavenged the area for McKenzie's medical file as he spoke to Victoria absentmindedly, "I'm sorry to be stressing you out with this task, Tor-" The boy began, before ultimately being cut off by the Italian.
With a hand held high, Victoria interrupted him, "This isn't stressing me out. She's my friend, and I can watch her for a few hours so you can go to work."
"I know, but-" Logan once again started, his timbre low and focused as he shifted through vials near McKenzie. Finally, and with a satisfied hum, he passed Victoria both McKenzie's manila filed folder and a bottle of medication. "This is just in case she starts complaining about her head hurting again. If she vomits or starts to stutter too badly, please call me," his informative dump was quick-paced; but Victoria managed to understand what he was saying to her. "And if she starts to ramble, let her, because it might help her in remembering an event-"
Victoria placed a calm hand on top of Logan's shoulder. "Don't worry Loggie, I know. Ever since she's been like this..." Victoria paused in her statement to send a look in the serpent's direction, a sigh resonating out of her as she continued her sentence, "...I've done quite a bit of research. Seriously, she'll be in good hands with me around."
Logan's hand reached up to touch her's as he responded, his eyes looking down at her bruised and split knuckles in consternation, "I trust you, but please don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it. I'm sure Raja or even Sam would be more than willing to help you out."
Despite his reasoning, the two both knew that Victoria would try to manage McKenzie's condition on her own, the idea of asking anyone else for help nothing short of a hopeful plea from the boy. Nevertheless, Victoria nodded in agreement.
With one last scrutinizing gaze towards both Victoria's injured hands and McKenzie's unconscious figure, Logan exited the room, successfully leaving Victoria all by herself—save for McKenzie's still form. The archer hadn't even realized how familiar the scene before her was until she sat by her wounded friend, similar to how she sat by her after the Bialyan mission.
I am so sorry I wasn't there to help you this time around McKenzie, Victoria apologized quietly, her hands taking a tight grip with McKenzie's. I know I promised you that I wouldn't let anything happen to you, but yet here you are, not even able to remember that promise. Instead of voicing her solemn monologue to the demigod, Victoria remained quiet. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to ask the young girl for forgiveness, but she desperately wanted it to ease her contrite cogitation.
McKenzie stirred then, her eyes slowly fluttering to an open. In a quick and sudden claim, Victoria chirped a cheery, "Hey McKenzie, how are you feeling?"
The younger of the two blinked rapidly as she stared up at the archer. "Hi... Victoria, right?" McKenzie slurred, bringing her hands up to her eyes to rub out their strained but dulled aching. The archer in question nearly cried at the onslaught of unexpected recognition, a high smile spreading onto her cheeks. It was as if they were introducing themselves for the first time once more.
McKenzie smiled shyly, her pinkened cheeks meeting her eyes in excitement as she extended one of her arms. "Hi, I'm McKenzie," she greeted.
The archer glanced down at the serpent's hand momentarily, before erupting into a small smile herself; her hand angled downwards to meet the shorter girl's—their fingertips brushing past one another's briefly as they shook hands. With an equally shy voice, the older girl introduced herself as well, "And I'm Victoria. It's really nice to finally meet you."
Victoria was the first to let go. With another polite smile her fingers unclenched from McKenzie's appendage, before meeting her own hip's side.
The two stood awkwardly for a moment then. Victoria, whether out of anxiety or anticipation, began to sway back and forth from her heels to her toes, her hands curling behind her back. "So, its just the two of us?" Victoria asked inquisitively, her 'o' extended in 'so'.
McKenzie nodded back feverishly, her eyes not meeting Victoria's. Unlike the Italian teen, McKenzie knew that her nail-biting was from anxiety. With her hand still brought up to her teeth, the demigod attempted to revive their conversation once again. "I believe so. Its just training after all. Although I did hear that Princess Yessenia might join us at some point," McKenzie informed the other girl.
It was Victoria's turn to nod awkwardly as she absorbed McKenzie's insightful information. "A princess huh? That must be exciting," the archer said.
"I never met her," McKenzie countered back, "but if she is an Amazon, she must be exciting."
Once again Victoria nodded her head, her dark brown locks bobbing up and down as she did so.
Her eyes refused to focus on McKenzie, but through short and quick glances she memorized the younger girl's appearance rapidly: she was somewhat tall, standing at roughly 5'8, but her size was still small. Her shoulders had been hunched forward a bit, as if to cover her torso with her arms and her hands, which only added to the tinier stature; however, the rest of her was sharp and prominent, her eyebrows hard and shaped on a somewhat thinner face, her chin pointed down. Overall, she looked scared to the archer.
With her newfound knowledge Victoria relaxed a bit. She had figured that the young serpent was just as new to the hero gig as she was, and that she wouldn't embarrass herself too much in front of her. In attempts to relieve the awkward air, Victoria gained a small sense of confidence, "I think we are going to be great friends Mac, just you wait and see."
Star Labs
September 8, 2017
18:38
Angel snatched his mask off of his face in frustration, his nimble fingers soon finding refuge on the bridge of his low nose. His root-colored eyes closed in irritation then, annoyance starting to swirl within him. "This is leading us no where Azure. Just admit it, you were given a false lead," Angel said, his statement directed more so at the ex-assassin than anyone else. His vision cleared as his eyelids reopened, this time to scrutinize Dani's frigid form.
"Fuck off," Dani cursed flatly; her eyes never wandering from the lab's entry point.
The water-powered boy took in a deep breath at her words, his hand curling to a fist at his hip's side. Instead of reacting negatively like Noah and Oliver had been expecting, Angel remained quiet as he stared at the back of her head, his efforts in concealing his vexation noticeable.
The tense silence distressed Oliver as he stared between the two. I thought they were friends, Oliver thought confusedly, but then again, this is how Raja acts around me all the time, and I consider him a brother.
Oliver leaned his head against the Muslim boy's broad deltoid, the hard muscle providing little repose for the technician's growing fatigue. "You're so uncomfortable Raj, how does anyone manage to sleep on you?" Oliver groaned somewhat sarcastically, his body contorting dramatically as if to prove his own point. At his claim he stared up at the Muslim boy, a sharp and teasing grin meeting Raja's eye roll.
In desperation to find comfort upon his friend's toned body, Oliver curled his own into the cranny between Raja's hip bone and the lower part of his rib cage; the boy's chin tucked into his own chest as he laid on Raja's torso. It wasn't long before his eyes fluttered shut, the constant and steady beating of Raja's heart lulling him into a stage of soothing relaxation.
It wasn't until the vibrations chambered down and ricocheted off of Raja's bones did Oliver realize what the younger man was doing. In a giddy grin, Oliver teased, "Are you singing to me?"
"More like humming," the tattooed individual corrected, his voice void of any appealing emotion. "Go to sleep, or I'm pushing you onto the floor," Raja added threateningly, his attention still focused on the news station playing from the base's television.
Oliver smirked again, but nevertheless rested his eyes as his grip tightened around Raja's midsection. When the Indian boy was sure that his tired compeer had fallen asleep, he allowed his own eyes to falter close: after all, it was much easier to fall asleep in a new place when you knew that you were safe and protected.
Angel sat himself down upon a spacious lab table and drew his knee in close to his chest, his arm wrapping around it lazily. "So how long do you expect us to wait here?" He asked predominantly to Dani, his free hand moving as he spoke.
"God, fuck off Angel," the girl sneered upwards, her head tilted back to stare at the ceiling as she spoke. "If you were just going to complain the entire time, you should have just kept Raja company in the jet."
For the second time that night, the prodigious lab grew a restless silence—tensions high. If Oliver thought the air's thick atmosphere before was uneasy, he believed it to be painfully unbearable now.
Mount Justice
September 9, 2017
00:41
"So, what exactly do you remember Mack?" Victoria questioned the still-dazed serpent, her inclination to know more about her friend's well-being overwhelming her as she asked. Instead of wondering about the origins of the mysterious name 'Daniel', which had previously plagued the archer's thoughts, she instead wondered if McKenzie would ever recover from her head trauma.
The demigod, who was still laying in a medical cot, played with one of the small stress balls typically used for extracting blood. As she answered the Italian's interrogation, her tone was somewhat lazy, but her previous stutter was vacant from her speech, "I don't really remember anything. I know I was in an accident, and I know that I'm on a team of superheroes, but besides that? Nothing."
If it weren't for the fact that Victoria thought she should remain unbiased, she might have cried. This was the longest conversation she's had with the serpent in weeks, the smaller girl's silent streak vanquished.
"Do you remember who was on the team?" Victoria further pushed the demigod.
"I remember you, and I think I'm starting to remember-," McKenzie stopped her sentence short, her eyes squinting in thought before she settled on a bland dub, "-that boy. The helpful one..."
Victoria smirked lightly, "You mean Logan?"
Victoria entered the largest room in the base, her eyes growing almost comically wide as she examined everything within the four walls for the first time. The training facility sported a large fighting stage in the center, a baby blue light surrounding the outskirts and dashing out to the rest of the flooring. Around the elevated area stood advanced technology, each possessing their own blue and white hues.
Black Canary's back was facing the archer as the young girl explored deeper into the confines, resulting in a somewhat confused, "Hi Black Canary," from Victoria's lips. The blonde instructor turned on her heels to face the speaker then, her hands moving to rest onto her hips as she did so. It was at this time that Victoria recognized the forms of McKenzie, Green Arrow, and Nightwing. "-And everyone else..." The archer involved the other heroes into her greeting, her tone only becoming more bewildered by the second.
The serpent grinned lightly as her hand waved to the archer, confusion also evident on her face despite her attempts to be reassuring.
"We were just talking about you," Black Canary said, "Come join us."
Victoria jumped up onto the raised platform with an overarching eyebrow, her confusion being exchanged for hesitation at the sight of an unfamiliar teenager. "Who the hell is this?" She asked, a bit more aggressively than planned. The demigod widened her eyes at Victoria's language, her head tilting to the side in expectation. Almost immediately Victoria answered her own question, "Oh, you're the Spetsnaz soldier who's supposed to be training us!"
McKenzie's palm met her forehead with a silent thump.
"Yeah, I'm Logan Zimnakov," he introduced himself, a small trace of a Russian accent underlining his words.
"You weren't what I was expecting," Victoria retorted honestly, her words slow at first before quickening in pace as she added a, "No offense though!" At this point, even Victoria herself wanted to hit herself.
Instead of being angry like she thought he might have been though, he smiled at her. "That's the point."
Once again I cut a chapter into two parts (because without cutting it in two, the update would have been around 12k words and would have been difficult to read); however, because of this, that means that the next update is already completed. Please remember that if your character was not focused on in this chapter, they will be in an upcoming one.
Questions:
1. How did your character get their power(s)? What is their fighting style like (if you want, you can compare them to another superhero, but please be detailed)?
2. Who would your character open up to the most? Who would they avoid?
3. Any team ups you want to see happen? Who would your character fight best with? Worst?
4. What's your character's sleep like?
5. Any extra personality details you want me to know about?