"Staring at her isn't going to help."
Nic nearly jumped out of his skin as the sudden remark shattered his trance. He quickly gained his composure before the other man could see that he had startled the fire-caster. Declan stepped down to the platform. He scanned the still body of the girl lying on the cot. Her frame was cloaked door the sterilized-white blanket, an IV snaking from her arm. His eyes settled on his baby sister's relaxed features, eyes dancing behind her closed lids, wondering if she were dreaming.
"Guess I did one Hell of a job protecter her, huh?"
The assassin tore his gaze from Aryess and directed his vision to the boy at his side. The Brit's jaw was set, dark circles shadows his eyes. Declan wondered if he had gotten any sleep.
"There's always the risk in a mission. We all know that."
Nic sighed and clenched his hands behind his back, as if unsure what to do with himself in such a helpless situation. "What was she even doing down there? She couldn't have halted the bomb even if she wanted. Was she going to force the guard, the traitor who never surfaced, to disengage it?"
"I guess we'll have to ask when she wakes up."
"Yeah," Nic agreed, not bothering to correct him. Doctor Xian had warned them both the possibilities of Aryess never waking up. That she could relapse. Her life was on the line until her body and mind decided they could cope with the trauma.
"Of course, we still have to catch the bastard who had the bomb planted."
This time, the Brit nodded, agreeing without reserve.
"Good, then I'll be sending a diving squad out to the Queen Emma. I'd like to send my cadets, Jace and Ivara, in order to toon them how to investigate a crime scene. Plus, I myself of course. And Alek..."
"No, not Alek. I'll go myself."
"But he has a good eye. And is a strong swimmer." The blonde was now staring hard at the fire-caster, who still had his deep blue eyes trained on hie protégé. "Is there something I don't know?"
"I think, he.." Nic stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I think Alek needs a little time to recover. He's seemed distant lately, distracted. And after the other night... I don't think he will be of much help. I'd rather Aleksander stick around and get some rest."
"Would u like me to talk to him?"
"If u think it'd help."
Seeker nodded, "Alright. At 1100 hours meet the cadets and I at Happy Harbor dock. I'll have that talk with our troubled Russian the volgende time I see him." He took one last glance at his sister, then nodded to the Brit and left to gather his trainees.
"We'll find them, Wings," Nic spoke to the girl. "We'll find them, and we'll make sure they get what they deserve."
Nic nearly jumped out of his skin as the sudden remark shattered his trance. He quickly gained his composure before the other man could see that he had startled the fire-caster. Declan stepped down to the platform. He scanned the still body of the girl lying on the cot. Her frame was cloaked door the sterilized-white blanket, an IV snaking from her arm. His eyes settled on his baby sister's relaxed features, eyes dancing behind her closed lids, wondering if she were dreaming.
"Guess I did one Hell of a job protecter her, huh?"
The assassin tore his gaze from Aryess and directed his vision to the boy at his side. The Brit's jaw was set, dark circles shadows his eyes. Declan wondered if he had gotten any sleep.
"There's always the risk in a mission. We all know that."
Nic sighed and clenched his hands behind his back, as if unsure what to do with himself in such a helpless situation. "What was she even doing down there? She couldn't have halted the bomb even if she wanted. Was she going to force the guard, the traitor who never surfaced, to disengage it?"
"I guess we'll have to ask when she wakes up."
"Yeah," Nic agreed, not bothering to correct him. Doctor Xian had warned them both the possibilities of Aryess never waking up. That she could relapse. Her life was on the line until her body and mind decided they could cope with the trauma.
"Of course, we still have to catch the bastard who had the bomb planted."
This time, the Brit nodded, agreeing without reserve.
"Good, then I'll be sending a diving squad out to the Queen Emma. I'd like to send my cadets, Jace and Ivara, in order to toon them how to investigate a crime scene. Plus, I myself of course. And Alek..."
"No, not Alek. I'll go myself."
"But he has a good eye. And is a strong swimmer." The blonde was now staring hard at the fire-caster, who still had his deep blue eyes trained on hie protégé. "Is there something I don't know?"
"I think, he.." Nic stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I think Alek needs a little time to recover. He's seemed distant lately, distracted. And after the other night... I don't think he will be of much help. I'd rather Aleksander stick around and get some rest."
"Would u like me to talk to him?"
"If u think it'd help."
Seeker nodded, "Alright. At 1100 hours meet the cadets and I at Happy Harbor dock. I'll have that talk with our troubled Russian the volgende time I see him." He took one last glance at his sister, then nodded to the Brit and left to gather his trainees.
"We'll find them, Wings," Nic spoke to the girl. "We'll find them, and we'll make sure they get what they deserve."
'Stume.
Civvies!
Alias: Valac
Relationship: *giggle* Ciel Norrian (Harmonian)
Powers: -Flight (wings), telepathic, ability to learn new languages instantly
Skills: Sword fighting, acrobatics, hacking…..ya know, the usual.
Past: Jaime, so far….hasn’t been captured door the school when he was born. Why? Because he was born with wings. At the age of 7, Jaime was captured and they took his wings. He despises the school and tries to burn it down every chance he gets. While, trying to burn it down, Jaime was knocked unconscious and regained his wings.
Other: –Called princess because he’s lazy and won’t train.
-Keeps throwing cards, knives, etc. in his jas sleeves.
-Looks like Devin, acts somewhat like Fang.
-Picks on Lexi and Mel the most.
-Age is 16, Jaime stays in the 5 jaar timeline. Normally he would be 11. So, he's in the YJ Invasion crew...Just, yeah. It's confusing.
Hero
Ciel and Jaime :3
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. u going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like u Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. u going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like u Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
Just chillin'
Irra-dressed as a girl
K.C. Resistance leader
