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posted by SilverWings13
November 27, 1927 11:30 pm
New Orleans, Louisiana
A French Quarter dance club

From the một giây story balcony, the view of the club was overwhelming. The crowd was a whirling mass. The flappers and their dates spun and slid and swung their bodies freely, many flirtatiously so as the medium of dancing allowed their souls to fly free.
"You don't like to dance?"
Alexie looked up and to his right where a potbellied, white haired man in an excellent suit and tie took a puff from his cigar. The young man straightened, taking a draw of his own cigarette before calling over the music, "I prefer the view from up here."
"You the one they call Roi de les Betes around here? King of Beasts?"
Alexi grinned at the ridiculous nickname. He held out a hand. "Yes, sir, Alexie Rome, at your service."
"I'm Mayor Arthur J. O'Keefe, of this city," the older man replied, shaking the younger's hand. "I heard bạn could help us with our.. pest problem?"
"That is the plan, sir. I'm glad bạn could be here tonight. The party's just about to begin."
As he đã đưa ý kiến it, the doors of the club opened. No one on the dance floor seemed to notice as the small group of five slithered through the outer reaches of the crowd. Leading them was a man in his early thirties. He was finally dressed in oxford bags (trousers) and sweater vest over a dress shirt, his curly hair cut short. Alexie eyed the individual, not even feeling the burn of the cigarette as he gripped it to smoldering ash in his fist.
"Who's that?" the mayor asked lowly, stepping closer to his newly found business partner.
"He goes bởi many names: Andrei, Mikhalych, Max, Smirnov. But his real name is Yakov Mikhailovich Sverdlov. He used to work for Stalin until he mysteriously died in 1919."
"Died? bạn mean that's... one of them?"
Alexie ignored the question. He had been glaring so hard that his person of interest felt it and looked up towards the balcony. Alexie's features shifted like a shadow into a welcoming smile. He waived a hand in invitation, and Yakov took the bait with a suspicious cock of his head.
Mayor O'Keefe's eyes widened. He looked like he might bolt, but suddenly Yakov was standing at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the stairs.
"Privyet," Alexie greeted cooly.
"A Russian in the French Quarter? How is that?" The curly-haired man made no attempt to hide his thick accent.
"I could ask bạn the same. Please, Comrade, have a drink with me. Let us exchange stories. It has been a long time since I've talked of trang chủ with anyone."
Yakov cocked a bushy eyebrow in suspicion. In turn, Alexie held out an arm in the direction of the seating behind him. There were four young ladies and two teenage boys chattering on the semi-circle couch. The bàn in front of them was crowded bởi empty glasses, explained bởi the entourage's slurring words and sleepy giggles. Alexie saw something sinister, something hungry, flash in the other man's eyes at the sight of so many helpless younglings.
"Alright," the cautious arrival agreed, "I am called Yakov Sverdlov."
"A pleasure, Mr. Sverdlov. I'm Alexie. This is Mayor O'Keefe." He lead the two men over to the couch. The intoxicated youths hardly seemed to notice, only shifting slightly to make room for the men before going back to their drunken exchanges.
"So, what brings bạn to the French Quarter?" Alexie asked as he stood to capture the bottle of eau-de-vie* from its ice bucket. He emptied the clear, fruity liquid into three clean rượu martini, martini glasses and handed the mayor and their new acquaintance each a glass. Mayor O'Keefe discarded his suit jacket, sweat patches growing under his arms. He drank the cold alcohol with an earnest that spit in the face of Prohibition.
"The music," Yakov answered, "the art, the livelihood. How could one come to America without seeing the hometown of jazz music?"
"You have lived in America a while then?" Alexie asked as if he didn't know, lighting another cigarette.
"Da, a few years now. Initially, I came for the promised freedom. I am a politician. In Russia, I was forced to convert to Catholicism if I wanted a good life. Here, I can enjoy myself freely even as a practicing Jew. How about you, Alexie?"
The young man took his time to enjoy a long draw of his cigarette. "You've hardly touched your drink, Mr. Sverdlov. Perhaps bạn are interested in something.. warmer?" He waved towards the drunken younglings and the Jew's eyes widened.
"Oh, relax, no one here will spill your secret. Honestly, let us enjoy the livelihood."

Footnote:

eau-de-vie*: a French rượu mạnh, brandy of distilled trái cây traditionally drank at social events. Equivalent to German Schnapps. "L'eau de vie" literally translates to "water of life."
posted by Robin_Love
 Mizore
Mizore
Name: Mizore Shirayuki
Alias: Snow
Occupation: Snow fairy princess
Powers: controls all forms of water, can create anything from all water forms, stealth, fight
Weaknesses: Too much heat, limited fighting endurance
History: Mizore is a snow fairy from the monster world. She came to the human world as a little girl. She was taken away and was not able to return home. She was trained to fight and was used as a body guard because of her powers. When she was not in use, she was locked away in warm places. One night, someone slipped up. Her room was unlocked and she broke free. Mizore's powers grew stronger...
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Something I put together with a twist on my two yêu thích stories of past (or legend. whatever bạn want to think) I hope bạn enjoy!

The ngày droned on in a wave of summer heat. The cỏ blew in the mildly cool breeze, insects chirping in the hum of the day. All was quiet and still, just how she liked it. She sat lazily on a bench, something her mother would have scolded her for so long ago. Her journal lay in her lap, pen moving quickly on the page. Her fingers slowed, then stopped. She sat up and shut the book. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a much older, worn leather book. The smell...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Everest
Everest
DON'T kill me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Name: Everest
Alias: Espera
Team: Young Justice; Generation 2
Occupation: Hero; Seraph; “Distant” spirit
Age: 18
Powers: breathe in any environment (space, toxic gas, water, etc); flight; expert in self defense; a Wiccan's magic; spell-casting
History: Everest was not born; she was created. She is not an android hoặc robot. She was a captured soul put in someone else's body. She was trained in modern human ways despite being from the Medieval era. She is part of a secret society called the Recluse. Any and everyone who had been designed bởi man and rebelled...
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posted by SilverWings13
Another Year One-Shot

SilverWings ducked under the ball of ngọn lửa, chữa cháy as it flew toward her. It collided with the wall, throwing sparks, but she had already rolled to the side.
"Again?"
"Yes, please!" Another fiery projectile came at her. She dodged it easily, ducked under a second, and xe đẩy, giỏ hàng wheeled to avoid a third. She paused a moment to catch her breath, but leaped up as a final sphere shot at her. The flames licked at her heels and smashed into the brick wall.
Silver stumbled as she landed, breathing hard. Shutting her eyes, she rested her hands on her knees and leaned all her weight on them. A chuckle...
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Source: we-are-original from Deviant art
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