Thread: The Team (AU Young Justice,) [Malin and 0The0Midget0]

If you're to afraid to fight that's all you had to say. I completely understand. She shrugged, smirking the ice dissipating as she turned her back to him, stepping out of the arena. She knew he wasn't afraid, but teasing him about it wouldn't hurt. She grabbed her coat off the spear, watching as it seemed to go from ice to snow, the tiny flakes falling on the ground where the base once was. But that's fair enough I guess. I would hate for you to have to make a first impression with fresh bruises. She chuckled, slipping her jacket back on as she walked out of the room. See you in a bit! It was a little unfair to say that the girl was afraid of dirt, she was just afraid of what would happen if she went home covered in dirt. The first time she did it when she was four she was punished severely, and every time there after. Some times the punishments were light, extra work, no radio time they didn't want her to watch TV as they had been afraid it would poison her mind, or no reading. But every other time, and most of the time they were more....serious. She had some permanent bruises and a couple of scars on her back, shoulders, and one her left ankle. The ankle one was easy enough to make excuses for, but she had a tendency to keep her back and shoulders completely covered at all times. If not for the fact she could lower her body temperature, summer would have been one hell of a season for her. She would walk into what she would assume was the briefing room. It was just a guess, but judging by the size, the large computer, and huge monitor it was either the briefing room or some computer gamers wet dream. It still hadn't entirely sunk in yet, the fact that she was about to be working under the Justice League. It had never been a goal of hers, or something she had even considered doing. When she started using her powers to help people at first it was simply an excuse to beat up on people and get out some of the anger that she could never get out at home. But over time she came to discover she genuinely liked the feeling of making a difference in someones life, if not possibly saving it. From catching purse snatchers to putting bank robbers behind ice bars it gave her a feeling of warmth. But now wasn't the time to be thinking about that. I need to find a fucking broom. She murmured, turning on her heels and making her way out. Even though she had no intentions on staying here, she still wanted the place to be clean. That and if members of the league were meeting them in there it would have been embarrassing to have the place covered in filth. Nathan...ok, got it. But is there any reason in particular that you are laying down on the floor? Are you ok? Do you some water? Have you eaten this morning? Though with how barren the rest of the building had been she had a serious doubt that there was any food here. Or if it was it was probably spoiled or rotten. But she did bring along some snacks in her suitcase that Diana had let her get when they were out and about shopping. Hold on, Ill be right back. She would gently place the dusty blankets down in the hall way as not to send the dust flying around everywhere before flying back to her room and grabbing her suitcase. Now, while the young amazon had grown up outside of modern civilization for the entirety of her life there were some things she shared in common with the average teenage girls. She occasionally got teary eyed when reading a romance novel Diana did bring her back books every once in awhile, most of which the princess didnt read, she wondered why one boob was slightly smaller than the other, and as she recently discovered, she loved chocolate. She had questioned a little girl about a candy bar while they were in the grocery store and she gave her a piece and in that moment she was pretty sure she knew what falling in love felt like. So her suitcase had a lot of clothes that Diana deemed appropriate for every day wear, some shoes, a case of water, and a hell of a lot of chocolate, mostly Snickers and Twix in both bar and mini form. She grabbed a snickers and a bottle of water, flying back into his room, hovering low to the ground beside him. Here you go. Hopefully this is will help a little bit. She placed the items down beside him, rubbing his back in hopes to comfort him a little, though if she had known the problem she would have realized it was unnecessary. Oh, and thank you for explaining the security system for me. Normally when I hear disembodied voices it's a god of some sort, or a goddess, who ever is feeling chatty that day. If not for the fact that she was talking to someone who owned a super powered ring that may have sounded crazy, hell, it still probably sounded crazy. But I'm going to go beat out my sheets and find and clean the kitchen, I'm a little hungry myself...I hope you feel better. Recognized, Gizmo - B04 Recognized, Kecleon - B05 We're gonna have roommates, we're gonna have roommates! We had roommates. That couldn't know that we were there or they'd probably kill us. I guess that's true.... Two new faces would make their way inside Mount Justice, a beaming smile on ones face and a rather puzzling look on the others. The giddy, and probably over excited, blue haired one was Erin and the slightly more serious cautious one was Erica. The two of them were wrapped up in scarves, gloves, black peacoats, and tan boots. A single baby blue backpack over Erica's shoulder, and a powder pink backpack slung over Erin shoulder. If not for the fact that the two of them had completely different hair colors it would have been completely impossible to tell the two apart. Unless Erin used her powers, then in that case it would have been impossible. But that was their, or well her, contribution to the team after all. So what do you think our teammates will be like? Ummm.....Well thinking about past league members you know we're going to have some kind of power house, a lantern of some sort - What do you mean of some sort? Don't...worry about it. A shape shifter, which is you, some kind of magic user, a speedster, and a non powered, which is me. That's not what I meant! I meant personality wise. Oh like hell if I know. Erica shrugged, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket as they walked around, an eyebrow raised as her eyes scanned the room. Well it's been awhile since this place has been used obviously... They would walk until they reached the living room area, Erica throwing her backpack on the couch, plopping down and looking up at her sister. First impressions? We should probably make a decent one. So you're not going to be Superman for a bit and shock the shit out of everyone? Nah. Good impression first, then we pull pranks. I guess.