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Sweet! Now I just gotta find a RL picture of an adorable Black girl who looks like she could punch someone.
I have not read this series, would someone who has like... 1 offense work out here?
Jinny sought out her friend the second class ended, nimbly dodging the other students that couldn’t wait to escape the confines of the classroom. “Bastian? Bast- there you are!” The short Zabrak looked up at her friend with a toothy grin. “Thought you fell asleep again.” Despite Jin’s outward joy, there were signs of pain in her face. It was something she never really discussed with others – these strange changes her body was enduring. Only those who knew her well really got that truth out of her. Bastian was one of those few.
“Something interesting is happening on Dock 2. I overheard Knight Corran informing Master Skywalker just a few minutes ago. General Solo’s coming to visit, and I don’t think it’s just for snacks and war stories.” Jin looped her arm around Bastian’s to lead him.
“And since it’s free period, they can’t stop us from taking a walk, right?” She needed to do something to keep her mind off the pain. As they walked, and things got quieter, it only seemed to get worse. Her shoulders slumped, and she sighed faintly. “Hang on a sec.” Without preamble, she leaned over to him and pressed her forehead against the cool durasteel plating of his armor.
“Ahhh…” A sigh of relief, as her voice was half muffled against him. “Do your people have horns, Bast? There’s got to be a better way to deal with this. I can only meditate the pain away so much.” There weren’t any other Zabrak in the Academy yet, and she didn’t feel quite comfortable asking for assistance from the older Knights. Not yet, anyway.
“Something interesting is happening on Dock 2. I overheard Knight Corran informing Master Skywalker just a few minutes ago. General Solo’s coming to visit, and I don’t think it’s just for snacks and war stories.” Jin looped her arm around Bastian’s to lead him.
“And since it’s free period, they can’t stop us from taking a walk, right?” She needed to do something to keep her mind off the pain. As they walked, and things got quieter, it only seemed to get worse. Her shoulders slumped, and she sighed faintly. “Hang on a sec.” Without preamble, she leaned over to him and pressed her forehead against the cool durasteel plating of his armor.
“Ahhh…” A sigh of relief, as her voice was half muffled against him. “Do your people have horns, Bast? There’s got to be a better way to deal with this. I can only meditate the pain away so much.” There weren’t any other Zabrak in the Academy yet, and she didn’t feel quite comfortable asking for assistance from the older Knights. Not yet, anyway.
*chinrub* Hmmm.... what kind of chaos do I bring..
Hesitantly looking at this... I have ideas.
Monae Queen was bored.
The fight – if you could even call it that – had left her unsatisfied. A child could have floored that guy. She could have done it in about 20 seconds, but she’d been trying to squeeze some fun out of it. Shame. Once the MC called for the next unlucky contestant, she dialed up the charm. Time to work the crowd.
Tossing her ponytail in an easy manner, she made eye contact with one of the other female teachers and smiled. French Lit – and Cipher Creation – “Madame Paulette! Come on, how about a pas de deux?” She caught the flash of the other woman’s grin, but a shake of the head followed. No dice.
“You – red hat guy – Jackson, from the cafeteria, right? You any good?”
A hearty laugh followed as the hefty man was nudged by his companion. “Baby, the only ring I’m interested in is tomorrow’s donuts.” He raised the bottle of hard lemonade in his hand. “Besides, I’m 4 bottles in, I think I’d fall over before the bets are over!” The crowd laughed and she laughed with them, disappointment disguised behind a grin.
“Aww. Well, save me a donut and we’ll call it even.” Given a thumbs up, she spun to seek a new target.
There were eyes on her.
There always were, but rarely did she get that icy twist in her stomach. Kassy called it “prey-sense” and said that everyone had it. Not just metahumans. Regular humans, even children had it – but many had been taught to ignore that hind brain sense of danger. Any soldier’s sense of it had been honed to a point, and hers in particular to a needle. Always useful for a spy.
Unfortunately, it was near impossible to pinpoint in this crowd. But she felt her senses narrow just before the silence, and the reason stepped forward.
“I’ll accept the fight. Slade Wilson.”
She was being studied like a textbook, and despite knowing she was looking another killer in the eyes, she had to wonder just what he read. The name wasn't familiar, though, so why the shared response? What did they know that she didn't?
“Call sign,” He smiled in a way that straightened her spine and evened her breathing for a brawl. “Deathstroke.”
Oh.
She’d heard the rumors and stories, but no one had paid her enough to make investigating worth the time or trouble. Losing was going to hurt. There was no backing out, though. Cowardice was a stain you couldn’t quite wash out, and she couldn’t lose face when she still had a name to build here.
Allowing her moment of surprise to go unmasked, she nodded her head in respect. And then, a real smile lit her eyes. At least she wouldn’t be bored anymore. “Monae Queen.” Most spies didn’t have chosen call signs – what was the point of secrets if you signed them? “This will be exciting.”
Jake recovered from his surprise, long enough to pep up the crowd. “That is what I’m talking about! A living legend versus a fresh face! 15 seconds. Beers, bets, grab a friend -”
Monae didn’t bother to listen to the rest, but focused in on who was going to be her opponent within a minute. Just because she’d overstretched didn’t mean she wouldn’t go down without a proper show.
The fight – if you could even call it that – had left her unsatisfied. A child could have floored that guy. She could have done it in about 20 seconds, but she’d been trying to squeeze some fun out of it. Shame. Once the MC called for the next unlucky contestant, she dialed up the charm. Time to work the crowd.
Tossing her ponytail in an easy manner, she made eye contact with one of the other female teachers and smiled. French Lit – and Cipher Creation – “Madame Paulette! Come on, how about a pas de deux?” She caught the flash of the other woman’s grin, but a shake of the head followed. No dice.
“You – red hat guy – Jackson, from the cafeteria, right? You any good?”
A hearty laugh followed as the hefty man was nudged by his companion. “Baby, the only ring I’m interested in is tomorrow’s donuts.” He raised the bottle of hard lemonade in his hand. “Besides, I’m 4 bottles in, I think I’d fall over before the bets are over!” The crowd laughed and she laughed with them, disappointment disguised behind a grin.
“Aww. Well, save me a donut and we’ll call it even.” Given a thumbs up, she spun to seek a new target.
There were eyes on her.
There always were, but rarely did she get that icy twist in her stomach. Kassy called it “prey-sense” and said that everyone had it. Not just metahumans. Regular humans, even children had it – but many had been taught to ignore that hind brain sense of danger. Any soldier’s sense of it had been honed to a point, and hers in particular to a needle. Always useful for a spy.
Unfortunately, it was near impossible to pinpoint in this crowd. But she felt her senses narrow just before the silence, and the reason stepped forward.
“I’ll accept the fight. Slade Wilson.”
She was being studied like a textbook, and despite knowing she was looking another killer in the eyes, she had to wonder just what he read. The name wasn't familiar, though, so why the shared response? What did they know that she didn't?
“Call sign,” He smiled in a way that straightened her spine and evened her breathing for a brawl. “Deathstroke.”
Oh.
She’d heard the rumors and stories, but no one had paid her enough to make investigating worth the time or trouble. Losing was going to hurt. There was no backing out, though. Cowardice was a stain you couldn’t quite wash out, and she couldn’t lose face when she still had a name to build here.
Allowing her moment of surprise to go unmasked, she nodded her head in respect. And then, a real smile lit her eyes. At least she wouldn’t be bored anymore. “Monae Queen.” Most spies didn’t have chosen call signs – what was the point of secrets if you signed them? “This will be exciting.”
Jake recovered from his surprise, long enough to pep up the crowd. “That is what I’m talking about! A living legend versus a fresh face! 15 seconds. Beers, bets, grab a friend -”
Monae didn’t bother to listen to the rest, but focused in on who was going to be her opponent within a minute. Just because she’d overstretched didn’t mean she wouldn’t go down without a proper show.
Kalen scowled at the stranger who offered to trade their chip for a basic spell. “Oh please.” Now he was just irritated. “Las Vegas is about 136 square miles. In the city could still be anywhere – if you think your offer means anything, I’ve got a lovely tower in Chicago to sell you.” Annoyingly, he couldn’t even get a decent glare going. His eyes just wanted to… slide off this man’s face. Weird. “If you really wanna do me a favor, let me bum a cigarette and a light.” He’d been trying to quit, but if he didn’t do something to settle himself he was going to start chewing on his rosary.
“You, though…” He looked firmly at Nathaniel. “You seem okay. I could use reliable help. I tried a tracer spell, but I dropped it, literally. Haven’t been able to quite get it to work since.” He’d relit the candle about an hour before the chip called him out. Oddly, the flame had been weirdly still. No wind, no motion. He wasn’t sure of what it meant, and Alessandra had refused to answer him.
His attention was drawn to Ezekiel the second he said that Jin’s picture looked familiar. The printed paper was hastily snatched, and the surprise sunk in. “…that’s them. Tampering with slot machines? That doesn’t make sense. Jin wouldn't do something like that.” Not publicly anyway. Sure, Jin would probably love to mess around with theory and what-ifs, but to actually do it? And then get caught? That wasn't Jin. But the printout in his shaking hands was real. Blurry or not, it was definitely his sweetheart. “How-”
He never got to finish the question. A shudder ran through him, like someone had dumped ice water down his back. The same sensation he’d felt a thousand times over, one he’d finally learned to listen to over the years. It meant one thing:
“...trouble’s coming.”
Jin was bored.
The young Zabrak fidgeted slightly in her seat as the teacher droned on. History was not her favorite subject. While she was great at remembering the dates, something about the combination of having to sit meditation-still and yet focus was downright agonizing. It didn’t help that her horns were coming in. Seven tiny, irritating itchy nubs across her hairline like an invasion. Splitting the soft lavender skin at her scalp, peeking through the voluminous curls of her voilet hair.
The throbbing headaches felt permanent.
Her mind desperately sought an escape. But the Master was watching. Master Skywalker never made his presence an accident. All 24 of them were doing their best to be model students, but she’d caught more than one stifled yawn amid the electronic monologue.
And then it happened, like a gift from the Force. She caught Knight Corran’s voice and focused on it without turning. An important visitor, dock 2, refreshments… a mystery? Certainly more exciting than the history of the eons of texts. Luckily the class didn’t go for much longer. Soon, the bell sounded that indicated the end of the course – and freedom! Packing up her things and itching at the nub that gave her the most trouble, she looked around for her friend, Maybe he would want to go hunting for a lttle excitement.
The young Zabrak fidgeted slightly in her seat as the teacher droned on. History was not her favorite subject. While she was great at remembering the dates, something about the combination of having to sit meditation-still and yet focus was downright agonizing. It didn’t help that her horns were coming in. Seven tiny, irritating itchy nubs across her hairline like an invasion. Splitting the soft lavender skin at her scalp, peeking through the voluminous curls of her voilet hair.
The throbbing headaches felt permanent.
Her mind desperately sought an escape. But the Master was watching. Master Skywalker never made his presence an accident. All 24 of them were doing their best to be model students, but she’d caught more than one stifled yawn amid the electronic monologue.
And then it happened, like a gift from the Force. She caught Knight Corran’s voice and focused on it without turning. An important visitor, dock 2, refreshments… a mystery? Certainly more exciting than the history of the eons of texts. Luckily the class didn’t go for much longer. Soon, the bell sounded that indicated the end of the course – and freedom! Packing up her things and itching at the nub that gave her the most trouble, she looked around for her friend, Maybe he would want to go hunting for a lttle excitement.
A mild snicker followed the unexpected answer to Kalen’s quip. The guy who was almost definitely strapped was kinda funny. Before he could gather more information, someone came out of the van. This became sketchier by the second. Not helped at all by the pretty, buff lady seemingly melting out of the shadows.
Unable to help himself, Kalen stared into the van, looking bewildered at the sheer amount of stuff on display. "Wow. It's like a pawn shop had a baby with a Radio Shack. And then the baby exploded." Jin would love this - the mountains of electronic junk would have held some kind of electronic treasure. Then they'd go off, brown eyes sparkling, explaining it in a way that'd leave him only slightly confused and mostly enamoured. He’d stopped being good at math around the time algebra started. Which was half the reason he’d gotten to know Jin so well in the first place…
“Look, I’m not here for… whatever this is. I’m just looking for someone.” In a way, it was good that Jin was not here. Mostly because he’d never get them to leave. “And they’re not here, you’d know by the way your stuff would be reorganized when you turned around– Just to be sure.” He pulled out his phone, grumbling internally at the cracked screen. Carefully, he pulled up a recent picture and zoomed in. Jin’s happy face appeared beside his.
“Please, has anyone seen this person? They're missing, and... yeah.” He had to call the cops. Some exhausted sounding officer had said they couldn’t file a report without Jin being missing 48 hours, which was insanely stupid to him. But it was closing in on that time. “If not, keep the chip and I’ll be on my way.”
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