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posted by SilverWings13
For weeks, the siblings had gone over their plan again and again. Now, as Ana stood in the lâu đài thư viện leaning against her grandfather’s desk, staring at a geode emitting a holographic model of the room they were invading, she could have recited the plan herself. So she did.
“When I arrive, they’ll check me for weapons at the door, so—“
“You’ll have your Glock on bạn since the guards expect it, but you’re prepared to be weaponless anyway,” Ana interrupted. The hologram zoomed in to focus on the front door. Aleksander nodded and continued.
“I’ll go into the room alone, except for my plus one, though she’s really only there for my cover—“
“And you’ll actually be there alone, unarmed, to socialize and hiển thị yourself off as Prince Alexi Romanov’s heir.”
“All the while, I’ll—“
“Be spreading the truth, exposing Magnus as a rotten, conniving pig who’s been planning to use us against the Red Army and current government of Russia, all without telling his own people, the White Army.”
Aleksander’s jaw twitched with his annoyance. The hologram had focused on the opposite end of the room where Ana would enter. “Anything bạn missed?” he inquired cooly.
“Nope. Oh, wait, yeah: my only role in this is to hiển thị up at the end to look pretty and waive.” She huffed and swiped the hologram so that it spun in a wild whirl before resettling with an uncertain shimmer.
Aleksander slid the geode away from the fuming teen. “I know bạn aren’t used to fighting this way. bạn won’t get to use your claws tonight, but using your name and image will be much thêm effective. It’ll shock these people, so convinced that the Romanovs are merely a symbol of the White Army’s continued fight to rebirth the monarchy, to see the last legitimate heir disagreeing with their leader’s plans.” He came around from behind the bàn to stand beside her, the closest they had physically been since Ana had followed the man into their tomb. “Annie, bạn know exactly what happens if we don’t do this: Magnus will hunt us until the ends of the Earth and force bạn to help him mobilize the White Army and any doubters against the present government of Russia. We’re talking civil war. Millions could die, especially if Russia’s allies become involved and this war bleeds into other Eastern states. There are plenty of power-hungry people sick of democracy, sure they can run their countries better themselves, who will stand with the White Army if it means they get to be kings and queens of a new age.”
Công chúa Anastasia stared down at her feet as the man spoke. It sounded far thêm heroic when the young man laid their mission out. In her own mind, it was far thêm terrifying to stand against someone who possibly held a weapon capable of turning them to breathing corpses for an eternity. “Fine,” she breathed finally, “But do I have to wear a dress?”
Aleksander stood up straight, crossing his arms with a confident smile that reminded her too much of their father.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Aleksander stepped through the shimmering white gate to enter the antique kitchen, thd cold of the mountain melting away to the warmth of the small house. A young woman was seated at the oak bàn with straight dark hair cut to her chin and a white dress flowered bởi màu hồng, hồng roses. She jumped up when Aleksander exited the portal, but her expression suddenly changed from alert to exuberant when the short redhead stepped out beside him. Ana flinched at the squeal that escaped the brunette, then stiffened as she suddenly found herself trapped in a fierce embrace. The hug would have been a welcome surprise in the midst of a life-threatening ordeal if the teenager were accustomed to such attention. The other woman sensed her discomfort and jumped back with a grinning apology.
“Sorry, sorry, I got overexcited. I’m Octavia Rurik!” she thrust out a French manicured hand, barely containing the urge to hug the girl again.
“I know,” Ana replied, unable to contain a shy smile as she accepted the handshake. “I recognize bạn from pictures when bạn and Thomas were together during the war.” She noticed a twinge of pain in Octavia’s features, but the young warlock’s grin quickly reappeared. “Oh yes, I suppose it’s only pictures that bạn remember. bạn were just a tiny toddler when I last saw bạn back in ‘42. bạn had the cutest curls! What am I saying? You’re still so adorable! Do bạn have a boyfriend?”
“Tavvy,” Aleksander interrupted for his blushing sister’s sake, “I wish we had thêm time to catch up, but we really should start getting ready.”
“Right, sorry, I just never thought I’d see either of bạn ever again, and here bạn are. I wish my mom were here right now, but she’s getting ready at our family’s mansion to keep Papa occupied. But, all well, she’ll see bạn both at the party.” Since Aleksander would leave for the party first, Octavia quickly shooed the young man off to the one vòi hoa sen in the house and sat Ana down to start choosing a palette for her make-up.
The red-head tried not to fidget too much as Octavia tested colored powders on the back of her freckled hand, eyes narrowed in concentration. It was odd to be sitting with the daughter of their greatest enemy. Even if the chẻ, phân chia, split between Katerina Rurik and Wilhelm Magnus, the former choosing to side against impending war and the latter choosing the head the White Army in her place, was as well known as their children picking sides between the two, Ana couldn’t help but wonder at Octavia choosing to betray her father's plot to her and her brother. Would she have been able to do the same if her father were still alive? She doubted it. Even if Alexie Romanov had been notorious for committing mass murder to eliminate a few enemies, Ana still wished thêm than anything that she had grown up under his care.
“Are bạn worried about Cal?”
Ana jerked from her thoughts at the question. She realized the other woman had been chatting relentlessly and was now staring at her with concern in her baby blue eyes. “He’s going to be okay, bạn know. He’s already back to eating solids, and quickly gaining the strength to walk quite a bit without any help.”
“That’s...good.” The memory of the young man laying prone as a corpse in a hospital giường weeks cách đây was still fresh. Ana ached to see him, to apologize for putting him through so much pain, but the news on his recovery would have to do. She would never again put him in danger. “You’re not angry with me for what happened...?”
“What? Of course not!” Octavia reassured, taking Ana’s hand in hers. “That wasn’t your fault. It’s not like bạn summoned those creatures.” Octavia’s forgiveness caught Ana bởi surprise, and she thought she understood why the witch was willing to help if Aleksander had downplayed his part in Thomas’ death as an accident. This stranger was meant to be a part of the Romanov family upon marrying the oldest male of the family, and it seemed with all her sisterly tình yêu that she had embraced Thomas’ siblings as her own family despite his death. Ana was prepared to ask Octavia about the topic when the the witch’s eyes suddenly widened. The girl turned to see what the brunette was watching over her shoulder.
A taller, broader, blonder, beardless version of Ana’s grandfather stood in the doorway. His traditional military uniform was solid black with a shimmering double row of golden buttons. The cổ áo and thắt lưng, vành đai were decorated with soft golden leaves and vines, with sleeve cuffs of the same color. Black and gold: the Romanov family colors. The glittering pins on his chest likely represented his service in the một giây world war as a child soldier, but his slicked blonde hair and celebratory sword in its bao da, holster gave him the appearance if a proud, well accomplished general. Octavia’s mesmerized expression gave Ana a sinking feeling in her stomach as she realized the older woman was probably paying too much attention to the justice the uniform did to her brother’s well cut figure and sharp jaw line.
“Did I leave my fly down?” Aleksander asked bashfully of their stares, glancing down at his clothes.
“No, you’re fine,” Ana answered for him. Octavia found her voice and quickly added, “You look great!”
“You have to say that,” he replied with a chuckle towards the oggling witch, “Since you’re the one who made the uniform.” Octavia only blushed at that and stood, straightening Aleksander’s cổ áo as if it really needed it. Ana stayed where she was and watched them. If things had been different, it was Thomas’ uniform the brunette would be fussing over—not that her gentle brother could have had nearly the same deadly determination dominating his expression.
Octavia had seemed to finally decide Aleksander was wearing her masterpiece correctly when there was the honk of a horn from the driveway. “That’ll be my plus one, as patient as ever,” the young man concluded. “I’ll see bạn ladies later.” He moved to the door, but was stopped when his sister suddenly rushed over, nearly tackling him in a hug. Aleksander stood Nữ hoàng băng giá in surprise before smiling and ruffling the girl’s hair. She stepped back with a huff, her glare serious. “You better not die before I get there, because I can’t do this bởi myself.”
“I won’t leave bạn alone,” he promised, giving her shoulder a squeeze before stepping out of the house. Ana stood in the doorway, watching him climb into the dark limo. She wanted to believe that promise, but with his uniform accentuating their father’s dangerous charisma, she could never believe him.
Name: Cadmus "Mafia" Allendral
Age: 16 years old
Height: 5'7
Hair: Red
Eyes: Any color she wishes but her natural color is Gold
Nationality: Russian; currently residing in the United States
Father: Erik Allendral (deceased)
Mother: Taisia Allendral Mavoc (deceased)
Affiliations: Russian Mafia; Young Justice; Intergang

Powers: Can cause inanimate objects to become the động vật of her choice, snakes being her preference. Immunity to all poisons. Shapeshift into a large snake. She can speak to all animals. She can phase through solid objects such as walls and bullets, but it takes much concentration. She...
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posted by Hot_ShotYJ
Being a Canadian that I am. I am sorry, sorry, sorry, that this took sooooo damn long. My history essay is finally done so there will be thêm fanart coming up soon. And enjoy!

“I won’t make it on time, Dot. You’re gonna have to take her to the Medical bay,”

“Already have.”

“and what about Twan?”

“I froze time for a bit and put him in Scud’s glass cage.”

“Cage? Isn’t that a bit too…harsh?”

“I know but…I tried to calm him down and he threatened to shoot Alex.”

Sebastienne was horrified. Twan? Gunfire Twan? Shot Cadmus and now going after Alex for no reason?...
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This is a conversation that me and Fin had a few months cách đây on meebo. We didn’t post it until now because of spoilers, but now we can! Enjoy our randomness! PS Kir is Fin's creator aka robinluv14, Rae is Aisling's creator aka rachele_X, and the rest bạn know. Well, Nick is Tesla. bạn might not know that.

*Kir has entered*
*Rae has entered*
Fin: bạn smell funny.
Nikita: I do not smell funny.
Fin: Smell like polish sausages.
Nikita: That is racism
Ash: lol!
Kenzie: BICHES
.Ash: We're FUCKED
Nick: No we're not fucked that's the problem I WANT SEX, DAMMIT
Ash: bạn ALWAYS want sex
Nick: Whatever *pulls off...
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posted by TerrorYJ
 Terror
Terror
Terror sat in the dark, willing it away. The warehouse was a perfect place to hide in. No one was around and it was dark. It was almost soothing to stay there. Almost welcoming. But the peace was ruined as doors opened and the lights were flipped on. Terror growled deep in his throat, peering over boxes. He saw two guys. One was carrying a gun and the other was dragging in a girl. They better have medical insurance, Terror thought. He crept closer and listened.
“Set her here,” the guy with the gun said. “When we get the ransom money, we'll shoot them both.”
“We're going to kill them?”...
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posted by SilverWings13
Dear amazing dudes and dudets of this site,

Everything about this site is awesome. The peeps (meaning bạn guys), the talent, the creativity, and the friendships. It's a great place for kids like us to spread our wings and hiển thị our colors. bạn already see where this is going, don't you? Do I even need to say it? I gotta fly. The responsibility I feel for this place and to bạn all as a member is getting in the way of that sick, cold, so called "real life". Wish I could fix the things I screwed up here, but I can't now. Maybe I'll be back in the New Year, though I can't insure that. Whether or...
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He leaned against the birck tường that lined down the alley way, the puddles rippled as the raindrops fell from the sky and smacked its way on the ground. The dark mui xe pulled over his head created a shadow that covered his upper features, his lips had a slight pout as he listened to the rain around him . “ Early much? “ a voice spoke out, he turned his head and stood up regularly uncrossing his arms and spoke out back “ early? We agreed we would meet here at six “. He sighed “ sorry but the Allpine woods aren’t exactly that close”, he looked at his companion still “ have there...
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posted by Robin_Love
 K.C. Resistance leader
K.C. Resistance leader
Name: Discarded
Alias: K.C.
Age: 17-19
Occupation: Leader of the Resistance
Powers: Super-soldier, able to conduct master plans, gets information just bởi touching a non-living object, able to temporarily silence someone
History: There is nothing known about K.C.'s past. He formed the Resistance for a reason no one is sure of. But he leads the team with great efficiency. Only those inside the Resistance know that it exists. The Resistance is so far off the charts not even the world's greatest detective(s) can find them hoặc how they came to be. K.C., being the leader, is in charge of anything that...
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Sign up is link. Enjoy!

Eric dropped his backpack on the couch, glancing over at the T.V. Static, again, but no one seemed to be watching. Looking towards the kitchen, he noticed M’gann wasn’t there, cooking like she usually was. In fact, the whole cave had an empty air to it. Well. Emptier than usual.
It had been two months since any of them had seen Infinity, after she’d stormed out and announced a name change, to Phoenix. She never was around to enforce it, however. Cutting off all ties with the team and League, she’d gone completely off the map, disappearing from everyone in a matter...
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posted by BloodyMascara_
*Shrugs* Had a dream about this... Thought I would write it out! ......yes I know I have strange dreams.



Mel stared at the team that used to be. What the heck had happened? Mercy had turned into a link Fin had turned into a phoenix, no, not that phoenix, link Fang had turned into a link Ciel had turned into a link Scotty had turned into a link Cat had turned into... well... link if bạn haven't seen that coming already. Aisling had turned into a link that Cat and Ciel tried to catch every five minutes. Silver had remained human, but she grew link. Ha!
"What the heck happened!?" I screeched. I,...
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posted by InfinityYJ
Future Fin fic. Warnings for major F-bombs. Based loosely on a prophecy line.

Rough weeks never end good for heroes. For a normal person you’d have a weekend to relax, watch some ti vi hoặc play a video game. But for the protectors of a city, country, planet, there wasn’t much to go trang chủ to, hoặc much of a weekend to relax with.
Fin had had one of those weeks where she was just done. But a distress call from a warehouse two blocks down had her setting off in the direction opposite Happy Harbor. The fifteen năm old was starting to wonder if this was actually something she’d be doing for...
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posted by Robin_Love
Something I wrote proving just how human Tara really is. No one get mad please.

She sat against the mountain's chest, watching the hawks soar in the air. She heard the sound of feet on gravel and dirt. Becca sat beside her. For a few minutes, the two girls just sat in silence, watching the hawks. Then Becca turned to her.
“How'd bạn get way out here? The base is a good hundred miles from here.”
She shrugged.
“I have my ways.”
“I uh found out what happened. That Silver was taken. That bạn were there. And then bạn were off the radar for a solid week, even when Silver came back.”
She stayed...
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posted by khanna266
Enough about Ari before I make anymore các bài viết with her bạn should know about her mom the woman who made her able to excist.

Name:Payton Niebanck(I named her after my fave karate instuctor)

age:29(soon to be 30)(way different from my instructors age)

family:Ari,Ari's sister,Dick and Bruce in a way

looks like:Pale white skin,silky black hair,Dark brown eyes,Sleek average sized body,and her hair is mostly up in a white ribbon.

cassies:Black long skirt,white buttondown shirt,and black heels

hero outfit:white long sleeve top,longred skirt,black mask,and brown sandals w/socks

alibies:Payton and The Red...
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posted by AislingYJ
The shack was abandoned, crumbling, the roof sagging, one tường completely destroyed, another caved inwards creating a không gian underneath that served as the only protection from the elements. In this opening, this crawl-space, she sat, huddled, shivering, straining to see in the thick darkness that surrounded her. How long had she been in here, she didn’t know. Why did her gauging power have to fail her so easily? How long had she been gone from Tesla’s clutches, and how long until he’d get her back?
She sighed, wondering if anyone missed her back at the cave. She longed to go back, but...
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posted by SilverWingsYJ
It wasn't difficult for Silver to shimmy her way the rest of the way across the beam. Once she reached the other wall, she gripped the beam and lowered herself. For a moment, she hung from the beam bởi her fingertips before releasing her hold.
Silver landed in a crouch behind a stacked thùng and froze for a moment. Her tim, trái tim thudded in her ears, making it difficult to listen for the shouts and alarms she was dreading. The calm murmurs of the gamblers continued.
She crept down the line of crates, careful to keep in the shadows, until the murmurs grew to talk.
"I swear, they never even saw us coming,"...
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posted by PhantomYJ
I finally got around to doing this, it completely slipped my mind to actually đăng tải it. bạn get a songfic at the end, but for t to make sense just read the info.
-YJTTFAN

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Name: Cleo
Alias: Phantom
Status: Not a hero hoặc villain. thêm like a freelancer
Age: 15
Hair Color: Very light brown almost blonde
Eye Color: Green
Body Type: Fit
Race: Ghost
Powers: She’s a ghost -.-. Ability to become intangible, energy blasts, flight/levitation, invisibility, ability to give anyone else ghost abilities for a few minutes.
Costume: Whatever civi clothes she is wearing plus a black hood.
Past;

Cleo:...
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posted by BloodyMascara_
 Melissa
Melissa
Melissa






Name: Melissa Wellings

Hero name: Coaxoch

Hair: Black.

Eyes: Hypnotic green.

Relation to the Team: ((*Snikers* R_L and KFF are going to kill me...)) Devin and Fangs child from the future. ((SHHH!!!! They dont know it yet....))

Powers: When hugged bởi the opposite sex hoặc under to much stress, transforms into a small dragon(Willingly hoặc unwillingly. SO I EXPECT ONE OF bạn GUYS TO TRIP ONTO HER!), (When dragon) Flight, (Human) levitation(Self and other objects/people).

Skills: Black thắt lưng, vành đai in martial arts, Cooking, pick pocket.

Personality: Never gives up, (OVERLY)protective of friends, never backs...
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posted by Veil_YJ
 Veil
Veil
Name: Nevara Legna
Alias: Veil
Occupation: dark angel, hero
Powers: can create fog, expert swordsman, expert hand-to-hand combatant, flight (wings), minor shape changing (making her wings disappear, eye color shifting, can appear between the ages of 17-20)
History: Not much is known about this Dark Angel. She was born in 1330. Killed in 1347. How she was killed, she will not reveal. She will also not reveal how she became an Angel of darkness. Around when the Justice Society was created was when Nevara became a hero. She took care of mystical disturbances from hell (literally) and small things...
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posted by Robin_Love
WARNING: This is violent. There isn't a happy ending. If bạn choose to read, be prepared.




“How long has it been?”
“Almost a month.”
“How is she still alive?! bạn đã đưa ý kiến she'd be ours within the week!”
“Calm down; we underestimated her. But we won't do that again. She has to break soon. Then we can mold her again.”
“You better or-”
“Or what?! bạn don't have any power without us!”
“Don't kill her. bạn need her as much as I do.”
“For now. If she proves to be a problem-”
A knock sounded against the heavy metal door. It scratched the door as it was opened. A man walked in, dressed...
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posted by SilverWings13
Note: Happens simultaneously as link


Death in the Garden

The bullets ricocheted off the purple shield of pulsing power. They bounce off the stone walkway and into the green cỏ of the perennial garden. Stray projectiles ate away at the stone three-tier đài phun nước and east courtyard wall. The rat-tat-tat of the machine gun should have been heard bởi any passing outside the walls of the garden, but the whole city seemed to be hidden away from the deafening noise. There was a click-click. A sudden silence. The young man crouched behind the shield lunged for the quickest route to safety, the round...
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added by MinaBloodlust