A/N: This is my first Teen Titan fic. I had only watched one show when
plot bunnies began hopping around my head. I made myself wait until I had
seen a few more shows (a lot more shows) before I wrote my story. I
understand the characters, but not the villains. I am the only one who
likes teen titans, so am often not able to watch it. Could you give me
info on villains, Teen Titan character, and their tower? Also, I don't
have Terra in this. She is a great addition to the show, but she gets rid
of any need for an other character.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, there Villains, or any part of their world. I do own Mage, other wise know as Amanda. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
I was walking down a busy road. The cars were whizzing past, and the dust was swirling. I was wearing my usual outfit. I had a pair of, somewhat grungy, but sturdy jeans. I had a white cotton t-shirt, and black jean jacket. My waist length silver hair was pulled back into two long thick braids. Over my hair I was wearing my favorite hat. It is, oh how will I describe it. You know the hats that are in Oliver twist? The ones that paper boys would wear? It had a paunchy top with a short brim, and was made of back wool. It looked like, a...beret with a small three inch brim, like a small version of the brim on a base ball hat.
Well, anyway, I had been looking for a place to stay for a long time. I am a wanderer, nomad. I go wherever the wind takes me, literally. I had been wandering long enough that I wanted to take a break and get a job. I was planning on settling down for a month or so, before I felt the need to travel. I had alerted my friend on the need to find a town, and it was out looking for one.
Right then was when it decided to tell me it had found the perfect place. The wind picked up and began to whistle around me, playing with my hair. It whispered in its secret language, I have found the perfect place!
I grinned and responded in kind, Lead the way Wind; I can't wait to see it!
Now you are probably wondering what is going on. I can speak languages, to be more specific, the languages of anything but humans. The only human language I can speak is English. Anyway, I can talk to Wind (aka Air), Water, Fire, Nature, Earth, and Plants, even TV's. Basically, if it has a language, I can talk to it.
I talk like Tarzan when speaking in anything but English and Wind, and am often laughed at. Yet I am still given respect, and a little parental affection, go figure. That is why I am able to travel in comfort, the entities, as I have taken to calling them, try to keep me comfortable. Well, Wind had always been in charge of my destination, so I took of in the given direction with no problem.
As I walked, I noticed that the traffic gradually got heavier, and more dangerous. I was getting nervous; I don't enjoy being around large groups of people. Human beings all speak a subconscious language; it says their emotions, physical condition, and sometimes even their past. I can understand it; I can block it out, reading that is too much like invading their privacy. Despite all that, their language is like a never ending background noise, it can be very aggravating.
I didn't know where I was, but I soon decided it was a city. I was outraged at Wind; it KNEW I didn't like crowds! Wind! I yelled angrily, my voice blocked by the cars, How COULD YOU! You know I can't stay in large cities! The noise has almost made me INSANE before! I yelled over the racket. To me, there was so much noise I could barely hear, if I stayed there much longer my eardrums would pop.
Has my judgement ever led you wrong before? Wind asked me reasonably.
I paused, and tried frantically to think of a time when it did. Finally I gave up, No, but now isn't the time to start!
Wind chuckled, If you could handle the noise, would you try it? It asked, whistling in my ears.
I paused, looking for a catch, All right, yes I would. I replied slowly.
Good, Wind said confidently, Now concentrate on your own language, your bodies language.
With a sigh, I did. This is what gave me power; I could use my own language to do things, like magic. I found my language and emerged myself in it. As always all bits of pride and misconception were stripped away. You can't use your language and still lie to yourself. It's a bit harsh, but worth it, and it generally keeps me modest.
All right, Wind whispered softly, Now, I want you to listen to the other peoples language. No! Don't protest, just trust me.
I glared to nothing in particular; suddenly I was sucked down in a whirlpool of noise. I cried out, sure I was attracting attention.
All right, Wind said calmly, anchoring me to sanity, Now don't stop focusing, but don't concentrate so hard. Zone out, I know you're good at that.
I took a breath and did as told, after a few tries I got it just right. Suddenly, I realized how quiet it was. I looked around and saw a group of people surrounding my figure. I was still standing, but was very stiff.
I gave them a sheepish grin, and walked away. I was still marveling at the silence when Wind decided to give me more advice.
Now, I know the perfect place for you to stay, it told me with a shrill whistle, I want you to go left down this street... and so it continued. Eventually I found myself standing in front of a small bread store in the center of the city. It had an ornate sign that said, "Help wanted, needs to know how to cook, clean, and be a cheerful person. Will give free rent for work."
I grinned; it was useful to have Wind on my side. It had been around since the beginning of the world, and it was all one being. The Wind in South Africa was the same as the wind swirling around me. As a result, it knew everything, or as far as I cared it did.
I briskly entered the store, hopping that the owners would think I was twenty-one, not fifteen. I looked old for my age, early puberty, and was mature also. If you have a friend who was around since the beginning of time, you kind of have to be.
It was a sweet little store, I loved it the moment I saw it. It was filled with the heavenly scent of bread, and had all forms of bread in display cases around the room. It was painted a bright buttercup yellow, with a lovely wood floor. I felt at home at once.
With a slight amount of apprehension, I walked up to the counter. A sweet forty-year-old woman was behind the counter, this place was so cliché. I loved it.
"Excuse me?" I asked her with a bright smile, "I heard that you are looking for help?"
She gave me a critical once over, I tried to look older, "How old are you child?" she asked me kindly.
"Eighteen," I told her calmly, I figured I shouldn't push my luck, "I just graduated from high school, and want to get some years of experience under my belt."
After a long draw out look on her part, she nodded, I had passed. "Tell me dear, what do you know about bread?"
I grinned, Wind had chosen well. I had made bread since I was six. Admittedly then I had 'helped' my Mom, but I was still good. I was accurate, patient, and my loaves always came out even.
"I have been making it since I was six," I told her with confidence. Hopping to score a smile I added, "Though then I was only 'helping' my Mom. She said I was the most trouble some helper she had ever had," It worked, she chuckled softly. If I can get some one to laugh, I know that I am on their good side. "I have been making bread ever since, I am accurate, patient, and my loaves always come out even." I told her, my pride evident.
She gave me a critical look, "Tell you what," she told me with a slight smile, "You make me a loaf of plain white bread, and I'll consider it. If it comes out good, your hired, if not, well..." she trailed off, I got the point. "Oh," she said suddenly, "I don't even know your name!"
"It's Amanda," I told her with a smile, I hate my name, it' SO boring.
"Mine is Mrs. McKinley," she told me with a smile. Her red hair should have made me expect that!
I gave her a smile and said, "Well then, what are we waiting for Mrs. McKinley?" She led me to the back room, there I saw a man working away. I knew immediately that he was her husband; I sort of read their languages.
The first thing I did was wash my hands up to my elbows, I had been traveling. I grabbed an offered apron and got to work. I will not bore you on the details, but they came out perfect. I had made sure they were my best ever. The crust was a golden yellow, the inside an even white. With pride I waited for her to take a sample. She did, and immediately her 'language' began to purr. It was very amusing, but I knew she loved it.
She gave me a smile and said, with out delay, "You're hired!" I just smiled quietly, saving the victory dance till later.
She showed me my room; it was in the upper floor of the store. Apparently part of my job was to watch the store. The room was small but cozy; it had a twin size bed, dresser, closet, and a braided rug. There was a huge window that over looked the city. I am normally a country girl, but this view was beautiful. It had a separate bathroom, with a shower, and I was aloud to use the down stairs kitchen for my food, if I was careful. This was a perfect set up, I once again thought of how much I love this place. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
A/N: What is the name of the Teen Titan's city? I need to know it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, there Villains, or any part of their world. I do own Mage, other wise know as Amanda. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
I was walking down a busy road. The cars were whizzing past, and the dust was swirling. I was wearing my usual outfit. I had a pair of, somewhat grungy, but sturdy jeans. I had a white cotton t-shirt, and black jean jacket. My waist length silver hair was pulled back into two long thick braids. Over my hair I was wearing my favorite hat. It is, oh how will I describe it. You know the hats that are in Oliver twist? The ones that paper boys would wear? It had a paunchy top with a short brim, and was made of back wool. It looked like, a...beret with a small three inch brim, like a small version of the brim on a base ball hat.
Well, anyway, I had been looking for a place to stay for a long time. I am a wanderer, nomad. I go wherever the wind takes me, literally. I had been wandering long enough that I wanted to take a break and get a job. I was planning on settling down for a month or so, before I felt the need to travel. I had alerted my friend on the need to find a town, and it was out looking for one.
Right then was when it decided to tell me it had found the perfect place. The wind picked up and began to whistle around me, playing with my hair. It whispered in its secret language, I have found the perfect place!
I grinned and responded in kind, Lead the way Wind; I can't wait to see it!
Now you are probably wondering what is going on. I can speak languages, to be more specific, the languages of anything but humans. The only human language I can speak is English. Anyway, I can talk to Wind (aka Air), Water, Fire, Nature, Earth, and Plants, even TV's. Basically, if it has a language, I can talk to it.
I talk like Tarzan when speaking in anything but English and Wind, and am often laughed at. Yet I am still given respect, and a little parental affection, go figure. That is why I am able to travel in comfort, the entities, as I have taken to calling them, try to keep me comfortable. Well, Wind had always been in charge of my destination, so I took of in the given direction with no problem.
As I walked, I noticed that the traffic gradually got heavier, and more dangerous. I was getting nervous; I don't enjoy being around large groups of people. Human beings all speak a subconscious language; it says their emotions, physical condition, and sometimes even their past. I can understand it; I can block it out, reading that is too much like invading their privacy. Despite all that, their language is like a never ending background noise, it can be very aggravating.
I didn't know where I was, but I soon decided it was a city. I was outraged at Wind; it KNEW I didn't like crowds! Wind! I yelled angrily, my voice blocked by the cars, How COULD YOU! You know I can't stay in large cities! The noise has almost made me INSANE before! I yelled over the racket. To me, there was so much noise I could barely hear, if I stayed there much longer my eardrums would pop.
Has my judgement ever led you wrong before? Wind asked me reasonably.
I paused, and tried frantically to think of a time when it did. Finally I gave up, No, but now isn't the time to start!
Wind chuckled, If you could handle the noise, would you try it? It asked, whistling in my ears.
I paused, looking for a catch, All right, yes I would. I replied slowly.
Good, Wind said confidently, Now concentrate on your own language, your bodies language.
With a sigh, I did. This is what gave me power; I could use my own language to do things, like magic. I found my language and emerged myself in it. As always all bits of pride and misconception were stripped away. You can't use your language and still lie to yourself. It's a bit harsh, but worth it, and it generally keeps me modest.
All right, Wind whispered softly, Now, I want you to listen to the other peoples language. No! Don't protest, just trust me.
I glared to nothing in particular; suddenly I was sucked down in a whirlpool of noise. I cried out, sure I was attracting attention.
All right, Wind said calmly, anchoring me to sanity, Now don't stop focusing, but don't concentrate so hard. Zone out, I know you're good at that.
I took a breath and did as told, after a few tries I got it just right. Suddenly, I realized how quiet it was. I looked around and saw a group of people surrounding my figure. I was still standing, but was very stiff.
I gave them a sheepish grin, and walked away. I was still marveling at the silence when Wind decided to give me more advice.
Now, I know the perfect place for you to stay, it told me with a shrill whistle, I want you to go left down this street... and so it continued. Eventually I found myself standing in front of a small bread store in the center of the city. It had an ornate sign that said, "Help wanted, needs to know how to cook, clean, and be a cheerful person. Will give free rent for work."
I grinned; it was useful to have Wind on my side. It had been around since the beginning of the world, and it was all one being. The Wind in South Africa was the same as the wind swirling around me. As a result, it knew everything, or as far as I cared it did.
I briskly entered the store, hopping that the owners would think I was twenty-one, not fifteen. I looked old for my age, early puberty, and was mature also. If you have a friend who was around since the beginning of time, you kind of have to be.
It was a sweet little store, I loved it the moment I saw it. It was filled with the heavenly scent of bread, and had all forms of bread in display cases around the room. It was painted a bright buttercup yellow, with a lovely wood floor. I felt at home at once.
With a slight amount of apprehension, I walked up to the counter. A sweet forty-year-old woman was behind the counter, this place was so cliché. I loved it.
"Excuse me?" I asked her with a bright smile, "I heard that you are looking for help?"
She gave me a critical once over, I tried to look older, "How old are you child?" she asked me kindly.
"Eighteen," I told her calmly, I figured I shouldn't push my luck, "I just graduated from high school, and want to get some years of experience under my belt."
After a long draw out look on her part, she nodded, I had passed. "Tell me dear, what do you know about bread?"
I grinned, Wind had chosen well. I had made bread since I was six. Admittedly then I had 'helped' my Mom, but I was still good. I was accurate, patient, and my loaves always came out even.
"I have been making it since I was six," I told her with confidence. Hopping to score a smile I added, "Though then I was only 'helping' my Mom. She said I was the most trouble some helper she had ever had," It worked, she chuckled softly. If I can get some one to laugh, I know that I am on their good side. "I have been making bread ever since, I am accurate, patient, and my loaves always come out even." I told her, my pride evident.
She gave me a critical look, "Tell you what," she told me with a slight smile, "You make me a loaf of plain white bread, and I'll consider it. If it comes out good, your hired, if not, well..." she trailed off, I got the point. "Oh," she said suddenly, "I don't even know your name!"
"It's Amanda," I told her with a smile, I hate my name, it' SO boring.
"Mine is Mrs. McKinley," she told me with a smile. Her red hair should have made me expect that!
I gave her a smile and said, "Well then, what are we waiting for Mrs. McKinley?" She led me to the back room, there I saw a man working away. I knew immediately that he was her husband; I sort of read their languages.
The first thing I did was wash my hands up to my elbows, I had been traveling. I grabbed an offered apron and got to work. I will not bore you on the details, but they came out perfect. I had made sure they were my best ever. The crust was a golden yellow, the inside an even white. With pride I waited for her to take a sample. She did, and immediately her 'language' began to purr. It was very amusing, but I knew she loved it.
She gave me a smile and said, with out delay, "You're hired!" I just smiled quietly, saving the victory dance till later.
She showed me my room; it was in the upper floor of the store. Apparently part of my job was to watch the store. The room was small but cozy; it had a twin size bed, dresser, closet, and a braided rug. There was a huge window that over looked the city. I am normally a country girl, but this view was beautiful. It had a separate bathroom, with a shower, and I was aloud to use the down stairs kitchen for my food, if I was careful. This was a perfect set up, I once again thought of how much I love this place. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
A/N: What is the name of the Teen Titan's city? I need to know it.
