Behind the curtains production was under wraps. The cà phê espresso was sapping out the filter like cây sap whereas the silver canister spieled fluffiest of whip cream on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the freshest coffee in the city of Emerald. Spit-shine shoes tapped to the beat of the crowds bustling mummers. Hips clad in well-fitted không hoàn toàn, bộ quần áo, slacks swayed along with the smooth dissonance of the plucking bass. Upon entry it was the embodiment of chaos surely to run a slicking stun upwards of any spin the mèo dragged in. Yet just as the cloying essences tease their taste buds until they were begging for me like a porn ngôi sao hoặc when the clear, bone-rattling brass buzz with passion leaping off their tongue, licking the hidden Jazz ngôi sao to life in the newcomer soul.
“Please give a hand to Miss. Aria!” The MC clapped her hands while she made way across the stage. Heels clopping against the ebony stage but scrap as she twisted her hips to face the thirsty crowd, she face gleamed with joy when she announces the tiếp theo line-up of entertainment.
Pure charisma ignored bởi the rushing waiter elbowing his way to the thick crowd, he tried to get back to the safety of the counter. The long, cool surface fenced to keep the employees from the sometimes-vicious mob. Popping like a weasel, the purple scarf was freed from grubby hands. Jealous was thêm like it, he thought.
Sighing, he slips to the other side of the counter, regrouping with his fellow mates. In unison they began to take their breaks, there wasn’t any point, the herd shuffle to the front. Sitting on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the stool, he peaked over the stacks of ingredients just to sneak a glimpse of the chồn cái, vixen in monochrome. The thick blonde hair slap over her shoulders, oh, how the waiter shivered at the thought of running his fingers through. Twirling the locks over and over again while those hips trapped in the slimmest pencil váy set on hàng đầu, đầu trang of him. Her leather gloves snapping in common time, her ruby lips barely moving,” A 1,2,3,4.”
She slide off the stool, her lips forming words but vocals producing bởi the hands of the angels,” Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear.” She teases with such expertise. Holding the value of each note to the point her audience is begging for more. “And it shows them... pearly white. Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe.”
Reality snatches him back with his pocket vibrating with a message waiting to be heard. The waiter forcefully pulled his attention away from the siren and pull out his phone.
“Nice work, Aria. Hope to see bạn again tomorrow.” Another waiter called out, to the passing âm bass, tiếng bass, bass Queen. Glancing up momentarily, the waiter notice Aria was leaving with some fellow in shades and a killer smile to make any woman swoon. Close behind the pair, was another man in shades.
“London, it was swell hanging with you, but it’s obvious bạn need to hang something else tonight!” His voice boomed like a baritone.
“It quite seems like that, Charm. Until tiếp theo time.”
The pair patted backs and part ways, leaving a hefty tip where they stalked. Another vibrates emerged and again, the waiter was brought back. He opens up the message, huh? It was from one of his Internet chums: OneHeart-OneSky otherwise Vash. A cute kid with a nice smile and a body of a female, he would hit it but for one: Vash has certain “care taker,” scratch that, bodyguards. To hàng đầu, đầu trang it off, one of his caretakers was like a one-man army; it bugs the waiter that he didn’t have the physique. Hell, he was older than the “punk” bởi a whole year! Plus, he just doesn’t like fooling around with virgins.
“Jeremy, I got Mất tích while getting there.”
“Jeremy! Jeremy!”
His chuckles were overlapped bởi the exploding applause, Jeremy checked the time since he had it out. Almost Ten. Time to clock out, but before then scarf lover texted his Mất tích pup.
“Wow bạn really are horrible with directions! LMAO. I’ll meet bạn up at the cafe bạn loser before bạn get rape hoặc something. hoặc thêm Mất tích THAN bạn ALREADY ARE.”
In a matter of seconds, Vash already responded but it was left unread. Jeremy was slipping off his attire and already slipping out the door, waving his hand to his graveyard workers. Jeremy snuggled into his blazer, pulling his scarf to cover his mouth as he speed through the damp streets. His glasses occasionally fogged, taking them off he speed-walk blind as he cleans them.
“OOOFF!”
“Nyeh!”
Gibberish flew out of the wind as he body collides with another.
“Sorry, I was got distracted with my… Oh, hello there.” The frame slide up on his nose, Jeremy caught yet another victim of his distraction. “Let me help you.” Jeremy brought his hand out waiting for the woman to grip his hand.
“Don’t be sorry, mistake happen!” She clasps the shaken hand and with ease she popped right onto her toes. She brushes off her bright đậu xanh, hạt đậu áo, áo khoác just like the smile that tattooed her smooth cheeks. Yet, her smile shadows her red áo, áo khoác effortlessly when she finally notice whom exactly she bumped into. “Jeremy!”
Jumping she leeched onto him, hugging and swinging her hiked up legs while she held for dear life onto Jeremy’s shoulders.
“Fiona, what are bạn doing out?”
Carefully, Jeremy post Fiona onto the ground. Then he quickly straightens out his blazer and waited for an answer.
“Late night stroll! I absolutely love, love, tình yêu the sky after a rainstorm!” She giggled with Glee practically leaping off the tip of her tongue and dancing with Jeremy’s emotions. “What are bạn doing, bud?” Fionna swung her hips phía trước, chuyển tiếp causing the tips of her hair to brush ever so slightly against her lowly back; she punctured each word with a jab at his chest.
“Work and Vash came from that haystack of a state for Thanksgiving.”
“Oh my glub, really? How come he didn’t tell me anything!” Fiona executed a pout and a vượt qua, cross of her arms.
“He đã đưa ý kiến it was a last một phút thing, don’t take it up the butt Fi. Vash is well, Vash.” Jeremy shrugged at his commentary. “Wanna tag along, Fi?”
“Yes! I haven’t Vashe in ages!” She jumped up and down like a kid going to Disneyland. “Were are we meeting him at?”
“At the cafe, where else?”
Where else, indeed? This cafe wasn’t just your everyday cafe; this grand “A” coffee brewer is where bonds made of steel were made. hoặc at least that’s what Vash believed. He sat awkwardly bởi the window, occasionally moving about making his butt to sink further into the vinyl embedding. He sighed into his coffee before taking a sip. Vash had a lot going in his mind at the moment: Dealing with his Father and Mother’s shenanigans, Olivier and Russ’ teasing but most of all, figuring out who Pow—
“Vash!!” Shoes squeaked down the walkway with her voice fading as she descends the path. In the end, Fiona tossed her hands over Vash’s shoulder and brought him in the warmest hug he hasn’t experience in awhile. However, despite knowing Fiona for years it still felt weird hugging her. Which is why Vash normally push her away bởi the 5-second mark.
“Don’t forget about me bạn peasants,” Jeremy announced, slipping down the red rubber.
“Jeremy! Say sorry, that’s just plain rude!” Fiona demanded, releasing Vash from her grasp.
“It’s fine!” Vash raised his hands in defense, honestly that wasn’t mean at all. He was called worst. “How about we order?”
Nodding in unison, the heat died down between the two swimmers. However, Fiona kept the warmth of her sing-songy voice in tune the whole conversation. Her words endless as well as Jeremy blunt commentary but each time Vash would always stop the feud before it erupts to something else. He doesn’t mind though, in fact he enjoys it.
“Fi, bạn honestly believe Aquaman is the best?” Jeremy huffed, taking another bite of his scone. “It’s all about Green Arrow.”
“Aquaman is ten timers mát, máy làm mát than that Mũi tên xanh head!” She slammed her bánh nướng xốp, muffin onto the table.
Quickly Vash cupped his coffee at the sudden jerk of the table. He watches idly at the pair squaring off at who’s the best and who’s the lamest. Vash just smiled through it all, heh… It felt strange, smiling for no reason and it actually hurt a little. Hiking up the corners of his lip, revealing his buckteeth to the world without the sensation of regret. Vash lifted the sứ, đồ sứ cup into the air and brought it to his lips, taking in the silky brew down his throat. The heat took a nosedive into his stomach, creating an explosion of warmth throughout his body. He sighed at the feeling, Vash looked underneath his eyelashes to see the pair finally backing down. To his left, Fiona was fixing the golden ring encircled across her forehead. In front of him, Jeremy tossed his purple scarf over his shoulder and took another bite of his scone. Habitually, Vash gripped the S-shield symbol underneath his coat. All fondle items were gifts from one and another: Vash and Fiona knitted the scarf, Jeremy and Vash combine some there cash to be Fiona her golden tiara, and Jeremy and Fiona brought trang chủ the S-Shield from their Comic-Con trip for Vash. Every since receiving the object, they would wear it all the time, as a mark of their friendship.
One wouldn’t these three wouldn’t be as great of Những người bạn at first glance: Jeremy’s snarky remarks and total elitist attitude, Fiona’s everlasting bubbly personality and Vash’s well, “Vashyness.” Yet, if someone were to guess they were friends, they somehow always guess right when it came to how they meet: Over the Internet and planned to meet in this very cafe.
“Is that Russ’ jacket?” Jeremy pointed with his extruding pinky before taking a sip of his tea.
“Yeah, he’s letting me borrow it while I’m here.” Vash admitted.
“Vash!” Fiona randomly burst, flailing her arms around Vash’s shoulders. “You didn’t tell me bạn and Russ were dating! Finally he took my advice!”
“Were not dating!” Fiona was pushed aside bởi Vash’s defensive tune. “Wha—what do bạn mean he took your advice?”
“Glub.” She peeped and quickly indulged herself into her neglected muffin.
“In my school, that’s a sign of two people dating.” Jeremy injected.
Suddenly Vash blush madly, him and Russ! No, that’s crazy talk! Vash replied,” I think every school is like that but that doesn’t mean we’re dating, he’s like a… bro.” He took his final sip of his coffee, trying to force down the idea of “bro.”
“Heh.” He frowned, placing his cup down. “Are those bullies still taunting you?” Jeremy eyed Vash’s fading bruises. “Why haven’t Russ done anything?” His voice was edge with obvious disgust in every syllable of his words.
“I hate bạn seeing bạn like this, Vash.” Fiona entangled Vash in her arms, snuggling with everything she has.” bạn know if Jeremy and me went to your school we would set them straight! Pow, Pow! AquaArrow 1: Bullies zip zap noda!”
“You guys… bạn don’t have to…” Russ removed himself and slump his head against the window. “Russ does help, but… but they harass me when he’s not around.”
Jeremy started to grind his teeth in frustration even Fiona was beginning to drop her glee. Both already knew and didn’t need to remind Vash that Russ is in his senior year, whereas Vash’s bullies are only Juniors. They don’t know how many times they tried to convince him to go to school here in Seattle instead of Kansas, but he always rejects the idea.
“I hardly get along with my mom even bởi just talking to her through the phone, plus I doubt she’ll let me on the computer as much as my dad does and make mention all those bữa tối, bữa ăn tối parties she’ll force me to go.”
Sighing at their combined defeat, Fiona decided to lighten up the atmosphere,” if it’s not Russ, is there anybody on your mind?” She nudged him with an elbow, “I can promise bạn there’s one on mine!”
“Wh—What?!” Jeremy nearly drowns in his trà at the Fiona’s claims.
“I do but it’s not…” He couldn’t follow through the lie.
“Well, what’s his name?” Fiona leaned in anticipation.
“Yeah, what is his name?” Jeremy directed his câu hỏi elsewhere.
Removing his head from the window, Vash looked each of them dead in the eye,” Power Lad.”
“Please give a hand to Miss. Aria!” The MC clapped her hands while she made way across the stage. Heels clopping against the ebony stage but scrap as she twisted her hips to face the thirsty crowd, she face gleamed with joy when she announces the tiếp theo line-up of entertainment.
Pure charisma ignored bởi the rushing waiter elbowing his way to the thick crowd, he tried to get back to the safety of the counter. The long, cool surface fenced to keep the employees from the sometimes-vicious mob. Popping like a weasel, the purple scarf was freed from grubby hands. Jealous was thêm like it, he thought.
Sighing, he slips to the other side of the counter, regrouping with his fellow mates. In unison they began to take their breaks, there wasn’t any point, the herd shuffle to the front. Sitting on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the stool, he peaked over the stacks of ingredients just to sneak a glimpse of the chồn cái, vixen in monochrome. The thick blonde hair slap over her shoulders, oh, how the waiter shivered at the thought of running his fingers through. Twirling the locks over and over again while those hips trapped in the slimmest pencil váy set on hàng đầu, đầu trang of him. Her leather gloves snapping in common time, her ruby lips barely moving,” A 1,2,3,4.”
She slide off the stool, her lips forming words but vocals producing bởi the hands of the angels,” Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear.” She teases with such expertise. Holding the value of each note to the point her audience is begging for more. “And it shows them... pearly white. Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe.”
Reality snatches him back with his pocket vibrating with a message waiting to be heard. The waiter forcefully pulled his attention away from the siren and pull out his phone.
“Nice work, Aria. Hope to see bạn again tomorrow.” Another waiter called out, to the passing âm bass, tiếng bass, bass Queen. Glancing up momentarily, the waiter notice Aria was leaving with some fellow in shades and a killer smile to make any woman swoon. Close behind the pair, was another man in shades.
“London, it was swell hanging with you, but it’s obvious bạn need to hang something else tonight!” His voice boomed like a baritone.
“It quite seems like that, Charm. Until tiếp theo time.”
The pair patted backs and part ways, leaving a hefty tip where they stalked. Another vibrates emerged and again, the waiter was brought back. He opens up the message, huh? It was from one of his Internet chums: OneHeart-OneSky otherwise Vash. A cute kid with a nice smile and a body of a female, he would hit it but for one: Vash has certain “care taker,” scratch that, bodyguards. To hàng đầu, đầu trang it off, one of his caretakers was like a one-man army; it bugs the waiter that he didn’t have the physique. Hell, he was older than the “punk” bởi a whole year! Plus, he just doesn’t like fooling around with virgins.
“Jeremy, I got Mất tích while getting there.”
“Jeremy! Jeremy!”
His chuckles were overlapped bởi the exploding applause, Jeremy checked the time since he had it out. Almost Ten. Time to clock out, but before then scarf lover texted his Mất tích pup.
“Wow bạn really are horrible with directions! LMAO. I’ll meet bạn up at the cafe bạn loser before bạn get rape hoặc something. hoặc thêm Mất tích THAN bạn ALREADY ARE.”
In a matter of seconds, Vash already responded but it was left unread. Jeremy was slipping off his attire and already slipping out the door, waving his hand to his graveyard workers. Jeremy snuggled into his blazer, pulling his scarf to cover his mouth as he speed through the damp streets. His glasses occasionally fogged, taking them off he speed-walk blind as he cleans them.
“OOOFF!”
“Nyeh!”
Gibberish flew out of the wind as he body collides with another.
“Sorry, I was got distracted with my… Oh, hello there.” The frame slide up on his nose, Jeremy caught yet another victim of his distraction. “Let me help you.” Jeremy brought his hand out waiting for the woman to grip his hand.
“Don’t be sorry, mistake happen!” She clasps the shaken hand and with ease she popped right onto her toes. She brushes off her bright đậu xanh, hạt đậu áo, áo khoác just like the smile that tattooed her smooth cheeks. Yet, her smile shadows her red áo, áo khoác effortlessly when she finally notice whom exactly she bumped into. “Jeremy!”
Jumping she leeched onto him, hugging and swinging her hiked up legs while she held for dear life onto Jeremy’s shoulders.
“Fiona, what are bạn doing out?”
Carefully, Jeremy post Fiona onto the ground. Then he quickly straightens out his blazer and waited for an answer.
“Late night stroll! I absolutely love, love, tình yêu the sky after a rainstorm!” She giggled with Glee practically leaping off the tip of her tongue and dancing with Jeremy’s emotions. “What are bạn doing, bud?” Fionna swung her hips phía trước, chuyển tiếp causing the tips of her hair to brush ever so slightly against her lowly back; she punctured each word with a jab at his chest.
“Work and Vash came from that haystack of a state for Thanksgiving.”
“Oh my glub, really? How come he didn’t tell me anything!” Fiona executed a pout and a vượt qua, cross of her arms.
“He đã đưa ý kiến it was a last một phút thing, don’t take it up the butt Fi. Vash is well, Vash.” Jeremy shrugged at his commentary. “Wanna tag along, Fi?”
“Yes! I haven’t Vashe in ages!” She jumped up and down like a kid going to Disneyland. “Were are we meeting him at?”
“At the cafe, where else?”
Where else, indeed? This cafe wasn’t just your everyday cafe; this grand “A” coffee brewer is where bonds made of steel were made. hoặc at least that’s what Vash believed. He sat awkwardly bởi the window, occasionally moving about making his butt to sink further into the vinyl embedding. He sighed into his coffee before taking a sip. Vash had a lot going in his mind at the moment: Dealing with his Father and Mother’s shenanigans, Olivier and Russ’ teasing but most of all, figuring out who Pow—
“Vash!!” Shoes squeaked down the walkway with her voice fading as she descends the path. In the end, Fiona tossed her hands over Vash’s shoulder and brought him in the warmest hug he hasn’t experience in awhile. However, despite knowing Fiona for years it still felt weird hugging her. Which is why Vash normally push her away bởi the 5-second mark.
“Don’t forget about me bạn peasants,” Jeremy announced, slipping down the red rubber.
“Jeremy! Say sorry, that’s just plain rude!” Fiona demanded, releasing Vash from her grasp.
“It’s fine!” Vash raised his hands in defense, honestly that wasn’t mean at all. He was called worst. “How about we order?”
Nodding in unison, the heat died down between the two swimmers. However, Fiona kept the warmth of her sing-songy voice in tune the whole conversation. Her words endless as well as Jeremy blunt commentary but each time Vash would always stop the feud before it erupts to something else. He doesn’t mind though, in fact he enjoys it.
“Fi, bạn honestly believe Aquaman is the best?” Jeremy huffed, taking another bite of his scone. “It’s all about Green Arrow.”
“Aquaman is ten timers mát, máy làm mát than that Mũi tên xanh head!” She slammed her bánh nướng xốp, muffin onto the table.
Quickly Vash cupped his coffee at the sudden jerk of the table. He watches idly at the pair squaring off at who’s the best and who’s the lamest. Vash just smiled through it all, heh… It felt strange, smiling for no reason and it actually hurt a little. Hiking up the corners of his lip, revealing his buckteeth to the world without the sensation of regret. Vash lifted the sứ, đồ sứ cup into the air and brought it to his lips, taking in the silky brew down his throat. The heat took a nosedive into his stomach, creating an explosion of warmth throughout his body. He sighed at the feeling, Vash looked underneath his eyelashes to see the pair finally backing down. To his left, Fiona was fixing the golden ring encircled across her forehead. In front of him, Jeremy tossed his purple scarf over his shoulder and took another bite of his scone. Habitually, Vash gripped the S-shield symbol underneath his coat. All fondle items were gifts from one and another: Vash and Fiona knitted the scarf, Jeremy and Vash combine some there cash to be Fiona her golden tiara, and Jeremy and Fiona brought trang chủ the S-Shield from their Comic-Con trip for Vash. Every since receiving the object, they would wear it all the time, as a mark of their friendship.
One wouldn’t these three wouldn’t be as great of Những người bạn at first glance: Jeremy’s snarky remarks and total elitist attitude, Fiona’s everlasting bubbly personality and Vash’s well, “Vashyness.” Yet, if someone were to guess they were friends, they somehow always guess right when it came to how they meet: Over the Internet and planned to meet in this very cafe.
“Is that Russ’ jacket?” Jeremy pointed with his extruding pinky before taking a sip of his tea.
“Yeah, he’s letting me borrow it while I’m here.” Vash admitted.
“Vash!” Fiona randomly burst, flailing her arms around Vash’s shoulders. “You didn’t tell me bạn and Russ were dating! Finally he took my advice!”
“Were not dating!” Fiona was pushed aside bởi Vash’s defensive tune. “Wha—what do bạn mean he took your advice?”
“Glub.” She peeped and quickly indulged herself into her neglected muffin.
“In my school, that’s a sign of two people dating.” Jeremy injected.
Suddenly Vash blush madly, him and Russ! No, that’s crazy talk! Vash replied,” I think every school is like that but that doesn’t mean we’re dating, he’s like a… bro.” He took his final sip of his coffee, trying to force down the idea of “bro.”
“Heh.” He frowned, placing his cup down. “Are those bullies still taunting you?” Jeremy eyed Vash’s fading bruises. “Why haven’t Russ done anything?” His voice was edge with obvious disgust in every syllable of his words.
“I hate bạn seeing bạn like this, Vash.” Fiona entangled Vash in her arms, snuggling with everything she has.” bạn know if Jeremy and me went to your school we would set them straight! Pow, Pow! AquaArrow 1: Bullies zip zap noda!”
“You guys… bạn don’t have to…” Russ removed himself and slump his head against the window. “Russ does help, but… but they harass me when he’s not around.”
Jeremy started to grind his teeth in frustration even Fiona was beginning to drop her glee. Both already knew and didn’t need to remind Vash that Russ is in his senior year, whereas Vash’s bullies are only Juniors. They don’t know how many times they tried to convince him to go to school here in Seattle instead of Kansas, but he always rejects the idea.
“I hardly get along with my mom even bởi just talking to her through the phone, plus I doubt she’ll let me on the computer as much as my dad does and make mention all those bữa tối, bữa ăn tối parties she’ll force me to go.”
Sighing at their combined defeat, Fiona decided to lighten up the atmosphere,” if it’s not Russ, is there anybody on your mind?” She nudged him with an elbow, “I can promise bạn there’s one on mine!”
“Wh—What?!” Jeremy nearly drowns in his trà at the Fiona’s claims.
“I do but it’s not…” He couldn’t follow through the lie.
“Well, what’s his name?” Fiona leaned in anticipation.
“Yeah, what is his name?” Jeremy directed his câu hỏi elsewhere.
Removing his head from the window, Vash looked each of them dead in the eye,” Power Lad.”
Gender: female
Species: Tiger
Relationship to team: Harleys pet
Powers:
Super strength, change color from white to orange, Sonic roar, can grow to extreme sizes. agile, all the Tiger like abilities.mental link with Harley within a 5 mile radius.
Note: Doesn't like men. likes other cat girls,and will like guys with Cat DNA , doesn't like Skylar, hoặc any other canine/meta human
Bio:
Harley found the large cat while on a mission in India, where she found it being tortured bởi men, and receiving experimental drugs to enhance its molecular structure's. Harley saved her, and bởi accidently touching her while unhooking her, they gained a mental/ telepathic link.
Alias: Rush
Status: Ally
Relationship to team: Wolf's brother
Powers: Shift into human and chó sói, sói form. Hand to hand combat, superspeed in chó sói, sói form, faster than an average human in human form but not superspeed. Stronger than an average chó sói, sói and human.
Bio:
After chó sói, sói left with YJ, he left behind a twin brother, Who was captured bởi the gorilla Mallah. Mallah hooked him up to a machine that would read his thoughts. While being hooked to that, a power surge occurred, and the chó sói, sói used this time to escape. But due to the power surge, Rush got the ability to switch from chó sói, sói form to a human body. And gained super speed in his chó sói, sói form. As a human he learned English, and hand to hand combat. He traveled until he finally reunited with chó sói, sói at YJ.
Name: McKenzie Styles
Alias: Nudge
Occupation: Villain
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Powers: Flight (wings), telekinesis, ability to inflict a mental illusion of burning pain, expert hacker, experct gunsman, Posses some magic, superspeed, superstrength, perfect vision, and great hearing
Past: Created as a experiment just like Fang, Nudge escaped at the age of 9 along with Max, Izzy, The Gasman, Angel, and Kylie. She traveled wherever Fang went, except when it came to dealing with Seraphs. Nudge was a hero, until her powers spiraled and went out of control. Turning her eyes completely red.
Notes: -Nudge has a 10 năm old brother named Keaton
-Nudge has long hair in civvies and short hair in villain
-She is part vampire
-Nudge now has black bat wings.
Another OC Poem
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.