Mistress Dizzy

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Kijani rose up immediately, exhaustion forgotten for the moment, when King Veruna entered. Her first instinct was to shout as well, but Eskel was already doing that. She closed her eyes a moment. The man sounded like he was at his limit.

But at the same time, she was upset at his words. “Out of your han- are you a king or not, man?!” Her gold eyes lit with a burst of anger. “Those people – your people - look to you for guidance and strength, and in their moment of need, suddenly it’s too much for you?” Her mouth twisted into a scowl.

“Eskel, you must take after your mother.” She shook her head, getting up from the bed and starting to pace. “There’s got to be something left. To rule with fear is one thing, but to rule with love is another. Fear can be overcome, but love is much harder to shatter. If your people love you, there will be loyalty in their hearts. And with that, hope.”

She looked between the two royal men, silently willing one to calm, and the other to find the will to fight.

“So – what are we working with?”

Hopefully Sanctuary

Mara had a carnival feast waiting by the time they found the table. Corn dogs, burgers, funnel cakes. Most of it was fried, actually. Tim kissed his wife's cheek and sat down to eat. Devika took a place at the other side of the table, across from her parents. She still looked frazzled, but started picking away and eating the outer layer of a corn dog. She waited until her parents were distracted before scooting down the bench, just a little closer to Roxy.

"Hey. You good?" She looked concerned, despite clearly being on the unwell side herself.

Come get this Commish! [ and Art Dump ]

Not sure if I'm allowed to post here, but damn, you've got some excellent stuff here. Very lively posing and I like the way you color.

Pokémon: Rust

I live.

Pokémon: Rust

Much to Nora's displeasure, the children had followed and gotten into a double battle. It was like Darlene all over again. She'd have to talk with them. Then again, one couldn't climb a mountain without a little bull-headed bravery.

She released two Love Balls from her belt. A shiny Sylveon and a Kingbull appeared, and she got to work. Some of the masked thieves took off running, but enough stayed to start a few battles of her own. It didn't take too long for her well-trained, well-loved Pokemon to outclass and defeat them, though. All the while, she was keeping an eye out for someone who looked to be in charge. Something this organized had to have a leader, and she had a feeling they were still here.

Hopefully Sanctuary

Lunch sounds good. Greasy carnival food, yay!

Young Justice

Mirage was absolutely silent as the team van rode through the desert. She was tired. A combination of the heat, the strangeness of the day, and past events were wearing her down like waves over a rock. That green eyed girl had touched her, and her skin was still crawling every time she thought about it. Also she’d made some kind of crack about her weight, which was equally unwelcome.

She watched, idly, as Metamorph’s quickly done twists slowly, but definitely, unraveled themselves. That was actually kind of fascinating. She was going to have to buy him a nice pick as a present.

When Rain came up over the loudspeaker, her immediate thought was to ask him who put him in charge? She felt a sudden burst of irritation. But it faded just as fast – who even cared anymore? There were people to save, and that was all that mattered.

Metamorph gently tapped her leg before he left, giving her a soft look. She flashed him the faintest of smiles and peered into the dark to watch the team work. Both takedowns were done quite well. Once the guards were downed, she got out of the van and approached the building. It looked very… average. Almost too average. If not for the security, and the tracker, she wouldn’t have suspected it.

She ran her hand along the outer wall, finding it to be some kind of red rock. Good. Silently, she removed her shortened staff from her belt and extended it to it’s full length. Then she infused it with her will, feeling the wall already starting to shudder under her magic.

Titans Academy

As chaos reigned in the mall, one young hero hopeful was holed up in the library. She was curled up in one of the comfortable chairs by the stacks, her long legs folded underneath her like a sun-drenched cat. Softly, she read aloud to no audience.


“Yo te he nombrado reina.
Hay más altas que tú, más altas.
Hay más puras que tú, más puras.
Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas.
Pero tú eres la reina.”

Her voice fell and rose with each stanza, her golden eyes shining as she absorbed each word of the Spanish love poem. Lifting her gaze off the page, she sighed. “Man, Neruda knows how to treat women.” Practicing reading and speaking in other languages kept her mind fresh.

So far, this Academy had no one she could really test herself on. She could think circles around these so-called heroes. It was laughable. If this was the next generation of heroes, she might as well switch sides now. Then again, free rent was free rent.

She clearly heard Flash’s voice from down the hall. With an irritated huff, she snapped the poetry book shut. Duty called, apparently. The book slid back onto a cart with a lazy wave of her hand, and she ducked into her room to gather a few things.

She joined the small group who was standing by. She was wearing some easy dancing clothes, reinforced shoes, and carrying several reams of high quality paper in an array of colors. Purples, pinks, greens, pretty much everything but standard printer white. “We’re going to the mall? Good. I need to do some therapy shopping.” When Dragonson spoke up, she almost rolled her eyes. The Prince needed to brush up on the local culture. And maybe refer to a map. But he was literal royalty, and delicious to look at, so she’d give him a pass.

“Your Highness, the mall is too short a distance for a plane. Even a small one would have nowhere to land.” She gestured to the boom tube setup. "Unless I'm way off the mark, we're taking those. I hope you have a strong constitution." With that, she steeled herself and stepped through the portal.

After stumbling out the other side, and thankfully holding down the contents of her stomach, Kijani took a quick, sweeping look of the area. The first thing to catch her eye was a guy in a red sweatshirt and shades. Two of them - no wait, three? As she got her bearings, one of the reams of paper tore itself free and settled into a floating orbit around her. Then she simply headed toward the sounds of chaos.

Pokémon: Rust

*waves* I think we lost Valerian, who I was hoping to have Nora square off against... I've been waiting, lol.

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

While Gizmo cussed his head off and made enemies, Jinny studied the room. Pretty standard choices from most people. It seemed she’d picked the right weapon to blend in with. The twins with the jians caught her attention the longest. The double sheaths interested her, and she definitely wanted to watch that battle. But there was work to do – maybe she could figure out their deal later.

This was going to be her first fight against someone near her age. For once, she stood a chance of winning. Plus, Otou-san was watching. Time to put what she’d been taught to work. Her eyes fluttered shut as she narrowed her focus. While it was still a work in practice, perhaps the other students would be able to notice the shift. She was tense, but ready. For the next several minutes, there was nothing else but battle.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as Gizmo approached. For someone even smaller than her, he sure did make a whole lot of noise. Tipping her head slightly at his question, she grinned in that eerie, tooth baring way. “Concede. Let’s make this fun.” Without further warning, she darted forward. Her first strike was a simple one to his left shoulder. For anyone with experience, they would recognize a test blow. Jinny wanted to see Gizmo’s response.