"What are u going to do?"
"About what?"
"You can't pretend nothing happened, Blaze. Aleksander is out of control, and u need to reign him in."
"I know." The fire-caster tightened his hands on the railing he leaned on, then flexed them, stretching the tight leather of his gloves. "And don't u forget about your own charge, mate."
"Who, Jace?" Seeker scoffed. "He isn't a problem."
"He nearly got himself killed today," Nic argued, "That's not something that should go unaddressed."
Seeker shrugged. "Maybe it would be better if I simply... Relieved him."
The other male gave him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye. The wind was picking up, ruffling the blonde tufts of hair visible beneath the maroon fedora. His cold eyes were set on something in the distance.
"Declan," he waited for the blonde to look over a him, "I know that at the temple, where u were raised and trained, that things were harsh. But u can't abandon Jace."
"He's a child, he'll get over it."
"No, he won't," Nic assured him. "He trusts you. He would give up his life for you. What would u teach him door doing this? That u can't trust people?"
"You can't. It is better he learns that now."
"If that's how u feel, perhaps I should train him myself." There was a stretch of silence before Declan nodded. "Perhaps."
Nic shook his head in amazement at the man's careless nature. He pushes off the rail, turned his back to the assassin, and took off in a flame fueled door enmity.
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"About what?"
"You can't pretend nothing happened, Blaze. Aleksander is out of control, and u need to reign him in."
"I know." The fire-caster tightened his hands on the railing he leaned on, then flexed them, stretching the tight leather of his gloves. "And don't u forget about your own charge, mate."
"Who, Jace?" Seeker scoffed. "He isn't a problem."
"He nearly got himself killed today," Nic argued, "That's not something that should go unaddressed."
Seeker shrugged. "Maybe it would be better if I simply... Relieved him."
The other male gave him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye. The wind was picking up, ruffling the blonde tufts of hair visible beneath the maroon fedora. His cold eyes were set on something in the distance.
"Declan," he waited for the blonde to look over a him, "I know that at the temple, where u were raised and trained, that things were harsh. But u can't abandon Jace."
"He's a child, he'll get over it."
"No, he won't," Nic assured him. "He trusts you. He would give up his life for you. What would u teach him door doing this? That u can't trust people?"
"You can't. It is better he learns that now."
"If that's how u feel, perhaps I should train him myself." There was a stretch of silence before Declan nodded. "Perhaps."
Nic shook his head in amazement at the man's careless nature. He pushes off the rail, turned his back to the assassin, and took off in a flame fueled door enmity.
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Age: 15
Details: Human, white, english
Powers: Red lantern ring, Superhuman strength and durability, advanced skills, knowlage and abilitys.
Story: Kitanas always been different, meer angry than different. Her parents kicked her out when she was 5 and she was found and sent to a faster care home. Many familys came and went but she always ended up back at the care home. Over time she just got meer outraged at life and how to her everyone seem to think they were better than her. It got to the point where she had tryed to kill herself many a time but Kitana was always caught. Atrocitus, leader of the Red Lanert Corp reached out a hand and saw in her eyes the ture potenial her rage had within.
Personality: Self obssessed and over confident, hot headed and bossy and to be frank stuck up!
Uniform: (I'll draw and post a pic soon!)