Jets brown eyes shimmered as the small blade cut into the wood he held being pealed off to the ground beneath him. The sudden sound of the curtains of the hut opening and loud footsteps echoing inside filled his ears, " what the hell were Du thinking! " she shouted out. He cringed slightly at her tone not looking up at her and muttered out " hello to Du too..", she pulled him up to his feet Von the halsband, kragen of his shirt, " enough with the jokes Jet tell me what Du think you're doing! " her grey eyes shimmered glaring at him. He pulled out of her grip looking away " i dont know what your talking about..." he muttered out, " im talking about my unconcious boyfriend with a weird helm on his head that apparently is dangerous to take off! " she shouted out putting her hands at her hips still glaring at him. Jet looked at her and looked down once Mehr " Silver it's Mehr complicated than Du think.....", " mind explianing " she sagte angrily crossing her arms across her chest. Jet let out a deep sigh "the helm on Bentleys head is called a Nervegear.. it connects to a new system which Du are able to enter a virtual world oder environment in your sub concious.... " , " so Bents playing a stupid game in his head? " she muttered out unimpressed, Jet sighed " he went into the game volunatrily ". " Well why the hell would Du let him do that!? " she shouted angrily, Jet looked away, " telll me whats going on " she demanded. Jet looked down and hesitantly spoke, " the new system has produced one game just a couple days ago.... its called Swords and Shields Online....Bent and me recently had been noticing the users and players of the game havent been waking up... " he still stared at the floor as he spoke, " we looked for the creator of the game but we were unable to locate him.... we had a feeling he was up to something.... but to be sure and make sure everyone logged into the game was safe, the only way to do that was to have someone inside of the game, but unfortunatley to do that we had to risk loss of communication and Bentley not walking up from his sub concious..... " he muttered out. Aryess stared at Jet for a Minute and looked down putting her hands on her herz " s- so he just left....with no regrets....? " she whimpered out with some sadness in her tone. Jet looked at her and muttered out " he didnt want to tell Du he was doing this....becuase he knew if he told Du Du wouldnt let him do this.....", " of course i wouldnt have! i Liebe him i cant stand to see him hurt oder in danger! " Aryess yelled out. Jet let out a sigh " being the hero is never easy Silver.... i know Du know that..... even though the decision may be crazy...its for the good of the people who cant defend themselves....." Jet said. Aryess looked down and let out a cold breath " let me into the game then ", Jets eyes widened " Silver Du cant risk your life! ", " neither can Bent! " she retaliated. Jet looked away " Du dont even have a copy of the game, oder a Nervegear....", " ill find one " she growled, " then why are Du still sticking around here for..? " . Aryess smirked walking up to him and poked his chest making him stutter back " because i need Du to tell me all there is to know about Swords and Shields Online....." she sagte with a glint in her grey eyes that Jet knew were thinking of a stirring plan.
New York City
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are Du sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are Du sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue oder Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised Von the joker and abandoned Von
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She had taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes turned red from the demon that consumed her. She is still amazed no body hates her for the Demon.....
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns. Sniper training.
Civies: Whatever she wants baby!
'Stume: PICTURE TIME!
TADA!