I enjoy this story very much, almost like it was created by a hand other than my own...
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Dagger Fall
Chapter one: Mime's Introduction
Robin woke with the alarm, springing from his bed and into his shoes, grabbing his utility belt off his bed-side table at the same time. He clicked it on while jogging to the living room. By the time the rest of the Titans filed in, Robin had already pulled up the threat coordinates and discription. Raven hovered at his elbow staring at the screen as soberly as she always stared at anything else. A yawn came from Beastboy, who was falling asleep on his feet.
"New villian," Robin said. "They call her'The Mime'."
"Sounds like another small time lunitic trying to make it big," Raven said dismisively.
"Maybe, but something doesn't feel right about this."
Raven shrugged. "Let's just get this taken care of quickly, and go back to bed."
Although they said nothing, everyone seemed to agree. They took the T-car out to City Park where the mayham was taking place. Standing atop a beheaded statue of 'Honest Abe' was Mime. She was lithe, slight, and moderately curved. Her long-sleave shirt was black and white striped, her pants, shoes, hat and gloves were black, all of which were fairly tight fitting. Her face was creamed over white. Her lips, brows, and rims of her eyes were pitch black. Her hair was vermillion and fell chin length about her face.
She mimed a pair of binoculars, darting her gaze around at the completely distroyed park before aiming it at the Titans. She dropped her hands away from her eyes and waved with a giant smirk on her face. She brought her hand behind her back and close it around a pretend object shaped like a large egg. she brought the object to her mouth, closed her teeth on something, jerked her head back, and threw while spitting out what she had in her teeth. (if this confuses some of you then I shall clarify. Ahem. There is nothing in her teeth, nothing in her hand, and a lot oftricks up her sleeve. It's pantomime, not the magic invisible gernade)
She bent over and leveled her palms on the severed neck of the statue. She lifted her legs into the air one aat a time and let them fall over her back. She bent her elbows slowly untilher chin rested on her fingers. With a sharp motion, shethrustherself into the air. She twisted her body deftly mid-flight and landed in a one-knee kneel. She blew a kiss to the ever approaching Titans and ran.
Starfire was the first to catch up with Mime.Her hands glew with starbolts which she flung at the feeing girl. Mime deflected these with the back of her hand, sending them flying in all directions. One clipped the sholder of the young Tamarianian(sp?), singing( that's singe-ing not sing-ing) her orange skin. She turned mid-stride, kicking up a great amount of dust, and charge toward the Titans instead of away. Robin threw a bird-a-rang at her, and Cyborg launched sonic blasts, both of which she dodged with mystifying grace. She jumped high and came down on Robin's head to do a second jump that carried her onto
Beastboy's large eagle back. Beastboy tried to dive and turn, but Mime held fast to his wings. In desperation, he changed back to his human form causing both he and Mime atop him to fall. Soon Raven had grabbed her up with a tendril of black energy.
Mime's scowling face was drawn close to Raven's. For a breif instant something flashed in the mystics eyes, a vision of some sort, but incomprehensible. Her hold on the villian faltered, and Mime dropped to the ground. She quickly rolled away from a new wave of attacks and fled the scene, disappearing into the night with a quick two fingered salute.
Robin was quick to seize Raven by the arm.
"You let her go!" he accused.
"I'm sorry," Raven said. "I just thought... Nevermind. It was a mistake and it won't happen again."
"A mistake? Enlighten me, please. What were you mistaken about, and why?"
"You're hurting me." she said, prying his hand off of her arm, and shoving him away. She floated over to Beastboy who was lying with his back on the ground.
She checked him breifly for any serious injury before helping him to his feet.
"Wow," he said, "that chick's heavier than she looks." He rubbed at his backside. A paper rustled on his back. "Dammit, Cyborg! How long has this kick-me sign been here?" he yelled. Raven deftly plucked the peice of paper from her green teammate's back.
"This isn't a kick-me sign. It's Mime's version of a monolouge." she said."Dearest Titans, as I am sure you are well aware, my villian allias is not that creative, but I assure you that this is no reason to underestimate me--Gee, this is already amusing--I have skills,knowhow, and allies. Though my self-introduction may be brushed off as mear vandalisum, my game is a bit more complicated than that. I have mentioned allies and will now go into depth. One of them bears a semblance to Tolkien's Gollem/Smeagol, while the other reminds me of the mythical pheonix. Beware the color of your own blood as you will be seeing it soon and often. By the by, Robin, keep your trophies locked up better."
"Give me that!" Robin demanded as Raven finished reading. Raven placed it delicately in her leader's hands. He skimmed the note feircely, flipping it over when he was finished, exposing the blank side.
"Well, there's one thing we know for certian." Beastboy said. "I owe Cyborg an appology."
"For what?" Starfire asked. A second later, Cyborg had fallen over from a leg 'malfunction' and the bionic teen was grumbling about doing anatomicly improbable things to a certain grass-stain, which, in turn, caused Starfire to ask Robin rather embarassing questions. He answered them by turning a cold hard stare at Cyborg.
By the time they got back to the tower, everyonewas in relatively low spirits (Starfire's disposition was still inclining to perky but was otherwise slightly off-put while trying desperately to bring up the moods of everyone else). The fact that it was nearing dawn did little to brighten the team. Robin sat on the couch, still grimly clutching the note. Every now and then he would read the almost mockingly scrawled out words. He stood up from his position on the couch, and anounced that he was going to do some research. That was the last the Titans saw of him that day.
Dagger, or simply Mime as the athorities had dubbed her, was lounging in her apartment, which was b now means exsesively spacious or lavish. It wasn't because she couldn't afford better, but because it was more discreet. Few ever expected the middle classmen as big time criminals. The lower classmen produced the most druggies and pickpockets, while the upper class held most of the 'super' villians, using their welth to support their carrer until it could sustain itself. The rest are spun from mental illness, vengance, and glamour greed.
She reasoned out that Robin had probably found her hidden message written in lemon juice in the back, was half way to discovering thethe fingerprints that he might or might not recognize, and was already planning on finding the planted amount of xinothium that would surely give himthe nice surprize of burnt face and fizzled eyebrows. She vaugely imagined the look on his face when it suddenlt blew up and allowed herself a brief chuckle. She went to the bathroom and started a hot shower. She peeled away her clothing while steam began to pour from over the top of the clear plastic curtian. She scrubbed away the remnents of her distructive outing and the white face of her guise.
It was a feeling of rebirth and cleasning. Though her lodging showed no sign of extreme welth, her shampoos, conditioners, soaps, and fragranted oils were rather exotic. When she had finished bathing, she had the sensual smell of natural human musk mingled with an elegant night-blooming garden. She wrapped herself into a silken night robe of a bloody hue.
Again she pondered over her message. First she thought about the allies she had claimed. This was a bluff. She had only herself as of right now, but if all went according to plan that would soon change. Next she thought of her telling Robin to lock his prizes up better. Tat was also a bluff. She had never set foot on the Titan's island. She mearly wanted to toy with his paranoia and build a greater challenge for when she would truly break in. Last of all, she thought about the clues she had placed just for Robin. She hoped he would peice together the puzzle soon.
She settled herself into her bed. As she snuffed out the light a triumphint smirk crossed her face while visions of Titan Tower break-ins danced in her head
Meditation.
It was Raven's excuse to get away from the others as much as it was a neccecity. It was what she could have been doing, but she found herself unable. Unable to clear her mind of that scowling white and black painted face. What was it about that face? Why had that split second of vision disturbed her so? She hoped that Mime would follow up her premire debut soon. She cause questions that needed answers, and Raven knew how to get answers.
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Ahh.. done
For those of you dissappointed by this first chapter let me assure you that there are worse ahead however the storyitself gets better