(I'll have pictures later)
"No results in police database, google--"
The large computer chimed.
"One result..." Sam muttered, opening it. A chill ran down his spine as he read the two words. "Turn around"
He spun, grabbing his sword and pointing it at the figure in the shadows.
"Come out." he said.
The woman walked out. Now that she was standing still in front of him, he could get a better look at her.
She was tall, that was for sure. She wasn't bad looking either, but the Tattoos ruined it all. They covered her left shoulder and arm as well as her right hip and leg. Blackness swirled around the upper half of her torso as if it were from Hell itself. Her white, spiky hair blew in the dry, harsh wind that had entered with her. She was wearing pants that barely started above her thighs and a tube top. A scarf covered the lower half of her face and an eyepatch hung over her left eye. She had a dog halsband, kragen tight around her throat and two black leather gloves that went almost all the way to her shoulders.
"Who are you?" Revenge growled. "And why did Du murder those people?"
"She didn't murder them!" stechpalme, holly exclaimed. "She massacred them! Cut them to pieces with a very curious looking sword!"
"This?" the woman asked, pulling out the dark violett blade and laying it before Revenge. He instantly shoved stechpalme, holly behind him.
"Don't worry. I shan't hurt you." she said.
"Who--who are you?" Revenge asked again. He felt Holly's fingers wickeln, wickeln sie around his other blade and slide it from his belt.
"I am Diabhal from Iffrean. I come merely to assist you." the woman replied.
"Assist me in what?" Revenge asked cautiously. He still felt Holly's small, gentle fingers moving on his back, clutching at him occasionally in fear.
"In saving this city from your arch-nemesis." Diabhal replied. "I believe Du call him...Reaper, my Lord."
"My Lord?" stechpalme, holly choked out.
"Mortals do not take kindly to being called my Lord?" Diabhal blinked.
"She's just jealous." Revenge replied, smirking and lowering his sword. His ego was purring like a well fed cat. "So are Du from the future oder what?"
"I exist in a plain that watches over the mortal one, my Lord." the woman said. "I have come to stop the destruction of this city and be your humble servant for the time being."
stechpalme, holly choked again.
"As a token of my bondage, I give Du this sword, which possesses great power." Diabhal kneeled and handed the purple sword to Revenge. He grinned and took it. He was starting to like this girl.
"No need to kneel." Revenge said, still smirking.
"The time, my lord?" Diabhal asked.
"Something she doesn't know..." stechpalme, holly muttered.
"What?"
"The time, my Liege. I require it."
"Uh... 11:45."
"The Tag and year."
Revenge told her.
"Then we must hurry."
"Why?"
"The one Du call Reaper is going to detonate Grant Tower. With tens of thousands of people inside. Von the time your enforcers call you, it will be too late. And among the deceased will be your mother."
FIRST ONE WHO CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT IS GOING ON GETS FIVE PROPS!!!!! (Hint: Diabhal) MESSAGE ME!!!!!
"No results in police database, google--"
The large computer chimed.
"One result..." Sam muttered, opening it. A chill ran down his spine as he read the two words. "Turn around"
He spun, grabbing his sword and pointing it at the figure in the shadows.
"Come out." he said.
The woman walked out. Now that she was standing still in front of him, he could get a better look at her.
She was tall, that was for sure. She wasn't bad looking either, but the Tattoos ruined it all. They covered her left shoulder and arm as well as her right hip and leg. Blackness swirled around the upper half of her torso as if it were from Hell itself. Her white, spiky hair blew in the dry, harsh wind that had entered with her. She was wearing pants that barely started above her thighs and a tube top. A scarf covered the lower half of her face and an eyepatch hung over her left eye. She had a dog halsband, kragen tight around her throat and two black leather gloves that went almost all the way to her shoulders.
"Who are you?" Revenge growled. "And why did Du murder those people?"
"She didn't murder them!" stechpalme, holly exclaimed. "She massacred them! Cut them to pieces with a very curious looking sword!"
"This?" the woman asked, pulling out the dark violett blade and laying it before Revenge. He instantly shoved stechpalme, holly behind him.
"Don't worry. I shan't hurt you." she said.
"Who--who are you?" Revenge asked again. He felt Holly's fingers wickeln, wickeln sie around his other blade and slide it from his belt.
"I am Diabhal from Iffrean. I come merely to assist you." the woman replied.
"Assist me in what?" Revenge asked cautiously. He still felt Holly's small, gentle fingers moving on his back, clutching at him occasionally in fear.
"In saving this city from your arch-nemesis." Diabhal replied. "I believe Du call him...Reaper, my Lord."
"My Lord?" stechpalme, holly choked out.
"Mortals do not take kindly to being called my Lord?" Diabhal blinked.
"She's just jealous." Revenge replied, smirking and lowering his sword. His ego was purring like a well fed cat. "So are Du from the future oder what?"
"I exist in a plain that watches over the mortal one, my Lord." the woman said. "I have come to stop the destruction of this city and be your humble servant for the time being."
stechpalme, holly choked again.
"As a token of my bondage, I give Du this sword, which possesses great power." Diabhal kneeled and handed the purple sword to Revenge. He grinned and took it. He was starting to like this girl.
"No need to kneel." Revenge said, still smirking.
"The time, my lord?" Diabhal asked.
"Something she doesn't know..." stechpalme, holly muttered.
"What?"
"The time, my Liege. I require it."
"Uh... 11:45."
"The Tag and year."
Revenge told her.
"Then we must hurry."
"Why?"
"The one Du call Reaper is going to detonate Grant Tower. With tens of thousands of people inside. Von the time your enforcers call you, it will be too late. And among the deceased will be your mother."
FIRST ONE WHO CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT IS GOING ON GETS FIVE PROPS!!!!! (Hint: Diabhal) MESSAGE ME!!!!!
Likes: Sweets!
Best Friend: Terror!!!!
Loves: Cookies!! And Scott!
Dislikes: sauer, saure Candy
Worst Habit: I don’t act like an adult
Personal Secret: *whispers* I never share cookies
Favorit Food: COOKIES!
Favorit Color: Purple!
Code Name: Tiger
Mentor/Inspiration: Tom Cat and WildCat
Relations: Selina is technically my aunt...
Base of Operations: Outsider HQ
Personal Home: With Scott!!! ^-^
Occupation: Hero
Job: Waitress
Team: Outsiders
What Symbolizes You: Uhhh…….cookies? (Joy)
Biggest Regret: I have none
Dream Career: Wife! >w<
Most Kürzlich Nightmare: *whispers* The scary man takes me….
Spirit Animal: Cat