If u haven't read my newest one-shots (Blades, Haunting, Trust No One) of my Threats article, u won't understand this. So read those first! Enjoy!!! :D
The knock that sounded at her door wasn't unexpected. She opened it, ushering the girl inside.
“Sit down. u want something to drink?”
“Something to calm my nerves, please.”
She nodded and went to her cabinet of herbs, remedies, and potions, all homemade.
“Why so nervous? u never are?”
“I know. But I had to get out.”
“You avoided the question.”
The two looked at each other. The older sighed.
“I'll get us refreshments, then u can tell me.”
“Thank you.”
She nodded again, heading to the kitchen. She started a pot of boiling water and set to fixing a snack. Her eyes landed on a crystallized rose and she shuddered.
“You okay?”
“I'm fine.”
She grabbed the tray of food and drinks, setting it on the tafel, tabel in front of her guest.
“Okay. Tell me.”
“Have a zitplaats, stoel first.”
She sighed and took a chair. She looked across from her, to the couch.
“Alright Becca. What's so urgent that u had to come here?”
Becca put the drink she had sipped from down. She forced a smile.
“Have u noticed anything strange?”
“Strange how?”
Becca looked out the window, watching the wildlife around her. She pulled her knees to her chest.
“Strange like...you know you've done something but u can't remember what it was. Like you've been surrounded door enemies but didn't fight them. Like u have a fear of something that u just can't place. A fear that...never leaves your mind, letting u know it's there.”
Becca looked back to her hostess.
“Have u felt like that Dev?”
The angel looked at her, eyes cloudy.
“I have.”
“So have I. And Erin.”
“What does it mean, Becca?”
“I have no clue, but I think we'll find out soon. Everyone.”
The two sat for a minuut in silence.
“Becca,what if we have become the reason there's so much tension in the team?”
“What do u mean?”
“I've heard a few things. Whispers of conversations. But u apparently had some kind of fall in with Bloodmist.”
Becca blinked.
“Why would I? I don't mind him being anywhere close to the team.”
“I know. That's why I'm confused.”
Becca nodded. She looked at her Angel friend.
“Devin, what have u experienced?”
“Becca, what I say volgende can not be repeated.”
“I promise.”
The knock that sounded at her door wasn't unexpected. She opened it, ushering the girl inside.
“Sit down. u want something to drink?”
“Something to calm my nerves, please.”
She nodded and went to her cabinet of herbs, remedies, and potions, all homemade.
“Why so nervous? u never are?”
“I know. But I had to get out.”
“You avoided the question.”
The two looked at each other. The older sighed.
“I'll get us refreshments, then u can tell me.”
“Thank you.”
She nodded again, heading to the kitchen. She started a pot of boiling water and set to fixing a snack. Her eyes landed on a crystallized rose and she shuddered.
“You okay?”
“I'm fine.”
She grabbed the tray of food and drinks, setting it on the tafel, tabel in front of her guest.
“Okay. Tell me.”
“Have a zitplaats, stoel first.”
She sighed and took a chair. She looked across from her, to the couch.
“Alright Becca. What's so urgent that u had to come here?”
Becca put the drink she had sipped from down. She forced a smile.
“Have u noticed anything strange?”
“Strange how?”
Becca looked out the window, watching the wildlife around her. She pulled her knees to her chest.
“Strange like...you know you've done something but u can't remember what it was. Like you've been surrounded door enemies but didn't fight them. Like u have a fear of something that u just can't place. A fear that...never leaves your mind, letting u know it's there.”
Becca looked back to her hostess.
“Have u felt like that Dev?”
The angel looked at her, eyes cloudy.
“I have.”
“So have I. And Erin.”
“What does it mean, Becca?”
“I have no clue, but I think we'll find out soon. Everyone.”
The two sat for a minuut in silence.
“Becca,what if we have become the reason there's so much tension in the team?”
“What do u mean?”
“I've heard a few things. Whispers of conversations. But u apparently had some kind of fall in with Bloodmist.”
Becca blinked.
“Why would I? I don't mind him being anywhere close to the team.”
“I know. That's why I'm confused.”
Becca nodded. She looked at her Angel friend.
“Devin, what have u experienced?”
“Becca, what I say volgende can not be repeated.”
“I promise.”
Name: Elizabeth Lilith Norrian.
Alias: Silent Fury
Appearance: White hair, amethyst eyes, pale skin. Slender build.
Civvies: Long, white trench coat, jeans, combat boots.
'Stume: White leotard, purple boots, purple cloak.
Powers: Blood bending. Super hearing.
Skills: Pocket-picking.
History: During her family's massacre, she hid her smaller brother, keeping him alive. She later fled, hoping he would survive on his own. Unlike her brother -who grew up in the wild- she grew up in an orphanage. She soon discovered her powers, and escaped at night to start saving lives, and stopping crimes. Soon, she joined the team, hoping to gain approval of her brother once again.
Notes:
~Blind.
~Holds a halsketting, ketting dear to her.
*Is hiding behind Ciel*
