"Damn, it's dark." Nightingale noted to her comm as she walked into the sub-basement.
Lights flicked on one by one with a deep, echoing sound. Standing in the middle of the clean, white, utterly empty basement was Red Revenge. Nightingale's dual pistols were aimed at the Black Hero in the blink of an eye.
"You're on my property." Revenge stated in a 'Im the boss' tone. "Stand down."
Nightingale hesitated a second more before dropping the pistols into the low riding holsters on her hips. She'd changed her costume. Black body-armor with yellow highlights and markings. Her same weapons were in place as well as some new ones, hidden, and not hidden like the double .38s on her hips.
Revenge noted it as the female boldly strode forward.
"You haven't changed a bit." Nightingale said. "My comm is jammed. The basement is empty. And you are still acting as calm as a writer would be at a coffee shop."
"Interesting comparison." Revenge noted. "Considering I'm a vigilante confronting a thief in a room that doesn't exist. And FYI: This part of Grant Industries was shut down six months ago."
Nightingale frowned. "And here I thought you were stealing another one of your own projects."
"Not this time." Revenge said, still standing six inches taller and much more intimidating, although Nightingale wasn't to be underestimated either.
Nightingale swung her leg at Revenge's head. The Black Hero ducked and swung his fist at the female's stomach.
Contact.
Nightingale felt the punch through her body armor and spit as she doubled over. She fell back onto the ground clutching her stomach. Red Revenge walked over to her. "You have five minutes until the cops get here." He tossed her a phone and walked away.
Nightingale groaned and rolled onto her side, picking up the phone and unlocking it. A short, three-second video played.
"Take me to your leader."
It repeated over and over. On the back, scribbled in messy handwriting were two words.
"Judge." and "Playing."
"Bastard." Nightingale muttered.
Lights flicked on one by one with a deep, echoing sound. Standing in the middle of the clean, white, utterly empty basement was Red Revenge. Nightingale's dual pistols were aimed at the Black Hero in the blink of an eye.
"You're on my property." Revenge stated in a 'Im the boss' tone. "Stand down."
Nightingale hesitated a second more before dropping the pistols into the low riding holsters on her hips. She'd changed her costume. Black body-armor with yellow highlights and markings. Her same weapons were in place as well as some new ones, hidden, and not hidden like the double .38s on her hips.
Revenge noted it as the female boldly strode forward.
"You haven't changed a bit." Nightingale said. "My comm is jammed. The basement is empty. And you are still acting as calm as a writer would be at a coffee shop."
"Interesting comparison." Revenge noted. "Considering I'm a vigilante confronting a thief in a room that doesn't exist. And FYI: This part of Grant Industries was shut down six months ago."
Nightingale frowned. "And here I thought you were stealing another one of your own projects."
"Not this time." Revenge said, still standing six inches taller and much more intimidating, although Nightingale wasn't to be underestimated either.
Nightingale swung her leg at Revenge's head. The Black Hero ducked and swung his fist at the female's stomach.
Contact.
Nightingale felt the punch through her body armor and spit as she doubled over. She fell back onto the ground clutching her stomach. Red Revenge walked over to her. "You have five minutes until the cops get here." He tossed her a phone and walked away.
Nightingale groaned and rolled onto her side, picking up the phone and unlocking it. A short, three-second video played.
"Take me to your leader."
It repeated over and over. On the back, scribbled in messy handwriting were two words.
"Judge." and "Playing."
"Bastard." Nightingale muttered.
Daily Episode
Day Forty-Three:
Static Shock Episode Ten: "Bent Out of Shape"
Link: link
Summary:
Rubberband Man escapes from jail and becomes "Stringer," a rapper who is dating Virgil's sister, Sharon. Once Static realizes Stringer is Rubberband Man, he runs away and blames Static for ruining his new life. He attacks Static and unmasks him, but before he can look, Puff and Onyx, meta-humans who decided to become bounty hunters for the cash, intervene.
Rubberband Man returns! But is he truly leading a better life? And what's this connection to Static's family?
Day Forty-Three:
Static Shock Episode Ten: "Bent Out of Shape"
Link: link
Summary:
Rubberband Man escapes from jail and becomes "Stringer," a rapper who is dating Virgil's sister, Sharon. Once Static realizes Stringer is Rubberband Man, he runs away and blames Static for ruining his new life. He attacks Static and unmasks him, but before he can look, Puff and Onyx, meta-humans who decided to become bounty hunters for the cash, intervene.
Rubberband Man returns! But is he truly leading a better life? And what's this connection to Static's family?
Hair: White
Eyes: Red((Im facinated with Red eyes ok!?))
Skin: Covered in white scales
Height: 6'5
Weight: 115
Race: Dragon/humaniod
Powers/Skills: Can morph into a dragon, but only when is very needed. Breaths fire((Yeah, yeah I know there are many firecasters, but this is a basic dragon atribute)). Skilled with bows and melle wepons.
Weapons: Fond of a sword but makes weapons out of anything she can.
History: Xiuhcoatl has grown up with dragons. She has never seen another human. She has fended off enemies of her homeland, she speaks a forign launguage not known to humans. She has been very isolated her whole life, and now she is traveling to find a home for the Dragons. Their home was invaded and taken over by enemies.
Personality: Curious. Many things fasinate her because she has grown up in a valley without technology.
Xiuhcoatl
Xiuhcoatl as dragon
Nala
Pixiv Id 767532
