I'm titling this as an anicdote, because I thought it up as I went and had no actual plan. Kinda like all me stories ;) and yes, the titolo is Sil's undercover name. This has nothing to do with her, I just really Amore that name!
Under the stars, in the dark, on the verge of the shadows, crouched a hideous gargoyle. It was black and constructed from black marble. Two curved horns protruded from its head. Its mouth was wide open in a snarl of sharp teeth, and above it the empty eye sockets glared blankly at the city. It's ridged wings were lifted of its back, as if any moment the lifeless stone would lift from its pertica, pesce persico and glide around the buildings.
Everything about it was hard. Cold. And threatening.
It was everything the teenager wanted to be. The 15-year-old sat on the ledge above the gargoyle, face and thoughtful expression hidden da the shadows of a grey hood. Every inch of clothing was covered da the granite colored cloak, the only articolo being the laced boots that dangled over the safety of the roof.
The ruffle of a cape in the wind made the teenager shoot to attention, feet planted firmly on the roof of the high-rise.
The cape resettled in place in the man's back. It's dark navy material blended in with the shadows, as did the cappuccio covering his face. The suit was as deep grey as the mantello worn da the younger counterpart. The man proudly wore a black bat on his hard chest.
"Hello, again," he said. His voice was deep and rough, purposely so.
"Good evening, Batman," the teenager replied politely. Voice stiff, respectful.
There was a moment where the distant honk of car-horns were the only interruption of the night's silence.
"Why am I here?" the cloaked juvenile asked.
"You have somewhere to be?" Batman said.
"No," was the reply, quickly followed by, "sir."
"I want te to meet someone."
"Now?" the surprise was genuine.
"Yes." Batman looked over the youngsters shoulder, who whirled around in time to see a dark figure grapple onto the grotesque guardian gargoyle.
One leap down and a beam of light of the moon revealed the new arrival. Like the others, his uniform was bleak and dark. Armor completely jet black, the only color was a dark blue eagle emblem spread on his chest.
"Nightwing," the teen breathed in awe.
"You know who I am," the addressed hero said, sounding amused. "Yet I do not know you."
"Batman didn't tell you?" Confusion was mixed with a sprinkle of disappointment. The baffled youngster glanced back. Nothing but nothing stood where the vigilante had been only a moment ago.
Nightwing chuckled. "He does that."
"Then I guess I should introduce myself."
"Guess so."
The juvenile pushed back the cappuccio of the cloak.
Long Cioccolato brown locks spilled out over slender shoulders. Eyes as cloudy grey as the cloak, yet watchful and crystal clear. A dapple of freckles lay like scattered snow across the sloped bridge nose and high cheekbones.
She smiled slightly as Nightwing's expression transformed from neutral to subtle surprise to pleased. The word escaped her mouth in a smooth chime.
"My name is Radical."
I don't actually plan on continuing this unless da some miracle I get inspiration for it, but figures I may as well post it just for the heck of it.
Under the stars, in the dark, on the verge of the shadows, crouched a hideous gargoyle. It was black and constructed from black marble. Two curved horns protruded from its head. Its mouth was wide open in a snarl of sharp teeth, and above it the empty eye sockets glared blankly at the city. It's ridged wings were lifted of its back, as if any moment the lifeless stone would lift from its pertica, pesce persico and glide around the buildings.
Everything about it was hard. Cold. And threatening.
It was everything the teenager wanted to be. The 15-year-old sat on the ledge above the gargoyle, face and thoughtful expression hidden da the shadows of a grey hood. Every inch of clothing was covered da the granite colored cloak, the only articolo being the laced boots that dangled over the safety of the roof.
The ruffle of a cape in the wind made the teenager shoot to attention, feet planted firmly on the roof of the high-rise.
The cape resettled in place in the man's back. It's dark navy material blended in with the shadows, as did the cappuccio covering his face. The suit was as deep grey as the mantello worn da the younger counterpart. The man proudly wore a black bat on his hard chest.
"Hello, again," he said. His voice was deep and rough, purposely so.
"Good evening, Batman," the teenager replied politely. Voice stiff, respectful.
There was a moment where the distant honk of car-horns were the only interruption of the night's silence.
"Why am I here?" the cloaked juvenile asked.
"You have somewhere to be?" Batman said.
"No," was the reply, quickly followed by, "sir."
"I want te to meet someone."
"Now?" the surprise was genuine.
"Yes." Batman looked over the youngsters shoulder, who whirled around in time to see a dark figure grapple onto the grotesque guardian gargoyle.
One leap down and a beam of light of the moon revealed the new arrival. Like the others, his uniform was bleak and dark. Armor completely jet black, the only color was a dark blue eagle emblem spread on his chest.
"Nightwing," the teen breathed in awe.
"You know who I am," the addressed hero said, sounding amused. "Yet I do not know you."
"Batman didn't tell you?" Confusion was mixed with a sprinkle of disappointment. The baffled youngster glanced back. Nothing but nothing stood where the vigilante had been only a moment ago.
Nightwing chuckled. "He does that."
"Then I guess I should introduce myself."
"Guess so."
The juvenile pushed back the cappuccio of the cloak.
Long Cioccolato brown locks spilled out over slender shoulders. Eyes as cloudy grey as the cloak, yet watchful and crystal clear. A dapple of freckles lay like scattered snow across the sloped bridge nose and high cheekbones.
She smiled slightly as Nightwing's expression transformed from neutral to subtle surprise to pleased. The word escaped her mouth in a smooth chime.
"My name is Radical."
I don't actually plan on continuing this unless da some miracle I get inspiration for it, but figures I may as well post it just for the heck of it.
Daily Episode
giorno Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who ha rubato, stola a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
giorno Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who ha rubato, stola a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
Can te blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if te read it like you'd be Canto Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How te seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
te grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
aspro, acida notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s culla swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Friends can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what te see
What is it te saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How te seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
te grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
aspro, acida notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s culla swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Friends can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what te see
What is it te saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
ID: Confidental
Age: 25
Occupation: Assassin and villian
Physical Appearance: light brunett, bronze colored eyes, 5'6"
Clothing: varies, but always wears a scarf that she can bring up to hide her identity.
Powers: da looking into her victims eyes, she can command them to do as she pleases.
Weapons: Doesn't always carry one, but she is skilled with a sword.
Personality: vengeful, focused, feisty
History: Unknown.
Relation to Team: actual relation is a secret, but she seems to have a hate for fire-casters...