Scarlet Shifter
(I have been given permission to slightly bunny Alice this post.)
Laser did his best to chase after Reaper and Scarlet, but how well could you chase someone teleporting through the shadows? Laser was a large guy - he could cover lots of ground, but it wasn’t long before he gave up, hands on his knees, gasping for air. He couldn’t linger long, of course. This battle wasn’t over yet, but either way.. Umbra was not going to be happy. He began to make his way back to the others.
Alice had been able to roll out of the way of the knives Levi had thrown, just in the nick of time as they embedded themselves into the wall behind her, as well as Levi, who only launched himself towards empty air. Alice, however, was not a fighter (which she made clear with another string of curse words under her breath) and let out another “Sleepwave” attack, strongly directed towards Levi.
Rebel, after her punch landed, felt little to no satisfaction, since Tank had clearly allowed it to happen. “Come
ON,” She shouted, looking to head in for a full blown tackle, when TB’s staff appeared from between Tank’s legs. She lost her footing and fell back, landing on her backside, looking like a fool, which only served to make her angrier. From the floor she raised her fist, preparing to slam it into the ground full-force, when Laser emerged from behind, dragging his hand across his throat, the signal that mission was over, and the outcome couldn’t possibly be good.
Alice noticed this too, and knowing Rebel, let out a shout. “It’s over!” She snapped, when Rebel looked to be ready to keep on fighting anyhow. Rebel let out a frustrated snarl and backed off, both Laser and Flare moving away as well. In a flash of white light, a white haired woman appeared, giving a small nod to Rebel, who she’d landed next to. “This isn’t over,” Rebel spat, and in another flash of light, gone. One by one, the white haired girl appeared next to each of the team members, touching their shoulders and disappearing with them.
Wall Walker
SMASH.
Glass shattered around the shriveled and browned grass, a window freshly broken by a soccer ball.
”Nice.” “Now now, you need not shower me in praise. I already know how good I am.” “Asshat.”
It was Ditch, but not.. Ditch. She was maybe seventeen or eighteen years old, blonde hair much shorter, the corner of her glasses cracked. She donned blue jeans and a black sweater with bones on it, resembling a skeleton. And beside her, a younger Wall Walker, or Nate. No beard, blue hoodie, an unlit cigarette between his lips.
“Hey, stop it, you two!” A voice called from behind, and Nate rolled his eyes and groaned. Ditch grinned, turning around to face a pink-cheeked girl, dirty blondish brownish hair and bright green eyes. “Gee, mom. Ya gonna ground me or some shit?” Nate retorted. “Don’t swear.” “Moooooooooooom,” Nate whined, making Ditch laugh.
“Kendall, you’re better than this.” “No one lives here anyway, Belle. C’mon, loosen up.” Ditch said, moving to pick up the ball and dust off the broken glass. “Ouch,” She muttered, nicking her thumb on a shard, a stream of red beginning to pour out.
“I have bandages,” Belle exclaimed. “Now you’re really playing the mom role, Belle. Is it because ya don’t got one?” Immediately the two girls went silent, staring at Nate, gaping at his harsh words. “You’re all going to pretend like it’s still a shock, huh? When are you going to get over it?” “Didn’t you ever care for your mom.. Asshole?” Belle spat. Now it was his turn to stare. Belle never swore. “Whatever.” He said, snatching the soccer ball from Kendall’s hands, and storming off without another word.
“Don’t listen to him. You know he cares, he’s just bitter.” Kendall said, nudging Belle gently with her elbow. She only gave a small sigh in response.~
Ditch’s eyes fluttered open lazily, peeling herself off the couch on slowly sitting up, a wave of nausea hitting her as she did so. She was on a couch. Not the floor, where she’d passed out. They’d moved her.
That was nice.
She let out a little grumble, or a moan, or some kind of pained noise as brought a hand to her head, closing her eyes momentarily before looking up and around the room.
“Secret’s out.. I blow shit up.” She muttered, and winced again, another pang of nausea hitting her. She felt like she was going to vomit. Ditch lazily glanced at her watch, eyes widening. “Holy fuck.. It’s almost seven.. The other team has to be waiting for us back at HQ, and--” She stood up abruptly, but very quickly realized her mistake, and sat back down on the couch, squeezing her eyes shut again.
“Okay.. might need someone to hang on too.” She whispered. “We just -- we gotta get back to HQ. I’ll explain everything, really, everything..” Ditch promised again. “The nausea will pass,” She reminded herself quietly.
(Everyone's next post should include them ending up back in HQ.)
