He kept his head down as he wove his way into the city. His eyes swept over the faces around him. He could sense their emotions. See through their defenses. Their fears were things he could see. He closed his eyes for a brief second. Then headed down an alleyway. He was thankful to not be noticed. He headed to a side door and down several flights of stairs. He knocked on the door. A hatch slid open, revealing piercing green eyes.
“Oh god,” Terror muttered.
“What's the password?”
“Robin-”
“Nope.”
“Robin you-”
“Not even close!”
“How about this? Robin open this damn door before I stick my sword up your god-forsaken ass!”
Their was loud laughter from the other side as the hatch closed. He heard a click and then the door swung open.
“Welcome good sir!” The one called Robin berkata with a deep bow.
“You dick.”
“Oh come on! It was fun!”
“I'm coming in.”
“Fine. I'll get Miles to take your order.”
“Why the heck does Damo keep anda around?” Terror asked as he made his way into the underground cafe.
“Cause I'm charming.”
Terror scoffed and sat in a back corner table. Robin went off to fetch the owner and fetch Miles. Then he came back, red hair as tousled as before. Soon, Damo came out and joined them. A girl of fourteen with coconut colored skin, warm hazel eyes, and short cream hair came over, carrying a pad and a pen. The name card on her kemeja read Miles
“What can I get for anda guys today?” she asked with a cheerful smile.
“Hey Miles. Just get us two permen melts,” Damo said.
“And the dark brood will take a dark cream,” Robin piped up.
Terror shot him a glare.
“Stuff it Goodfellow! atau I'll hang your head on my door!”
Damo sighed and waved the waitress away.
“Lighten up Ter!”
“I berkata shut up!”
“Guys!” Damo interjected. “Stop. The other guests will feed off the energy. Now, what can I do for anda Terror?”
The blonde boy sighed heavily, though it came out sounding like a growl.
“I need a seal, Damo.”
Both of his companions turned serious. Miles came back with their order then went away. Terror gripped the handle of his cup, hearing several cracks as the glass broke.
“Terror, what's going on?”
“Too much. I can't explain it all. I just need your help.”
“Tell me what anda can.”
Terror shook his head, shaking out the voice that had started to whisper.
“Not here.”
Damo nodded and pulled a few bills to cover the tab. Miles came over as summoned and Damo gave her a few instructions. She nodded, taking the now broken glass from Terror. The others grabbed their drinks and headed to the back. Terror sat for a menit before getting up and going into the back room; Damo's private chambers.
“Lock the door, Robin. Terror, take a seat.”
Damo moved into a separate room and came back with jar and black bag.
“Shirt off.”
Terror removed the trench mantel and then the black tee he wore.
“Why do I have to take it off again?”
“Because Damo's a perv,” Robin muttered.
“No. Because I need to see the segel take form.”
“I feel like a stripper.”
Robin laughed and slipped his own kemeja off.
“There! Now anda aren't alone.”
They looked at Damo expectantly, who rolled his eyes before cooperating.
“You're both idiots,” he muttered.
Robin gave him a smirk.
“Okay Damo. Do the seal.”
The boy nodded.
“Robin, I'll need anda to-”
“Yeah yeah I know! Now. Let's make a seal!”
“Oh god,” Terror muttered.
“What's the password?”
“Robin-”
“Nope.”
“Robin you-”
“Not even close!”
“How about this? Robin open this damn door before I stick my sword up your god-forsaken ass!”
Their was loud laughter from the other side as the hatch closed. He heard a click and then the door swung open.
“Welcome good sir!” The one called Robin berkata with a deep bow.
“You dick.”
“Oh come on! It was fun!”
“I'm coming in.”
“Fine. I'll get Miles to take your order.”
“Why the heck does Damo keep anda around?” Terror asked as he made his way into the underground cafe.
“Cause I'm charming.”
Terror scoffed and sat in a back corner table. Robin went off to fetch the owner and fetch Miles. Then he came back, red hair as tousled as before. Soon, Damo came out and joined them. A girl of fourteen with coconut colored skin, warm hazel eyes, and short cream hair came over, carrying a pad and a pen. The name card on her kemeja read Miles
“What can I get for anda guys today?” she asked with a cheerful smile.
“Hey Miles. Just get us two permen melts,” Damo said.
“And the dark brood will take a dark cream,” Robin piped up.
Terror shot him a glare.
“Stuff it Goodfellow! atau I'll hang your head on my door!”
Damo sighed and waved the waitress away.
“Lighten up Ter!”
“I berkata shut up!”
“Guys!” Damo interjected. “Stop. The other guests will feed off the energy. Now, what can I do for anda Terror?”
The blonde boy sighed heavily, though it came out sounding like a growl.
“I need a seal, Damo.”
Both of his companions turned serious. Miles came back with their order then went away. Terror gripped the handle of his cup, hearing several cracks as the glass broke.
“Terror, what's going on?”
“Too much. I can't explain it all. I just need your help.”
“Tell me what anda can.”
Terror shook his head, shaking out the voice that had started to whisper.
“Not here.”
Damo nodded and pulled a few bills to cover the tab. Miles came over as summoned and Damo gave her a few instructions. She nodded, taking the now broken glass from Terror. The others grabbed their drinks and headed to the back. Terror sat for a menit before getting up and going into the back room; Damo's private chambers.
“Lock the door, Robin. Terror, take a seat.”
Damo moved into a separate room and came back with jar and black bag.
“Shirt off.”
Terror removed the trench mantel and then the black tee he wore.
“Why do I have to take it off again?”
“Because Damo's a perv,” Robin muttered.
“No. Because I need to see the segel take form.”
“I feel like a stripper.”
Robin laughed and slipped his own kemeja off.
“There! Now anda aren't alone.”
They looked at Damo expectantly, who rolled his eyes before cooperating.
“You're both idiots,” he muttered.
Robin gave him a smirk.
“Okay Damo. Do the seal.”
The boy nodded.
“Robin, I'll need anda to-”
“Yeah yeah I know! Now. Let's make a seal!”
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Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
hari unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
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Alias:Unknown
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.
Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.
Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself atau confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.
Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.
Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.
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Alias: unknown.
Age: 15 ( would be 19 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: black hair, green eyes, 5'10, glasses.
Personality: he is very very smart and often thinks things through the logical way before actually doing it. He was often the one to speak his mind and opinion and prove that he was always right with his theories.
Powers/Abilities: he was truly someone with a brilliant mind, could hack systems, and develop inventions of his own that his team used. He had great combat skills with spears. His brain is his power.
Past: he was killed in a break out with his team.
Others: The teleport smoke bombs BloodMist uses were his invention and he taught him how to make them. Most of the adjustments in Mistys suit were Logan's invention (ex. the suction on his hands a feet so he can run on the sides of buildings, the wrist grappling hooks)
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