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

Nathan blinked hearing about the island of the amazons. He had never really heard about it anymore in depth than just passing. Sure Atlantis everyone knew about, there were people trying to drag the underwater cities into things like the UN, but no one really wanted the amazons to join the world stage. To actually meet one in real life he was slightly shocked at it, but then to be told that most men were regarded as 'horned monsters', Nathan's mind immediately went to a very juvenile place and he had to suppress his laughter, or pay the girl some kind of insult. Holding back the laughter he nodded slowly towards her as she went off to go and find her room. Well I'm glad I live up to your expectations. He said lightly just rolling with it. It wasn't that he was easy going or unphased rather he had just spent 4 weeks being trained by a talking squirrel, and a giant warthog beast.... After dealing with that an island full of feminine warriors who cut themselves off from the rest of the world was a very easy thing to swallow. Still there was bound to be conflict, an Amazon fresh out of the island in a room full of hormonal teenagers. He shook his head letting out a low giggle. Horned monsters... go figure. There was another awkward moment after she left and he was once again alone with his passing case of the laughter. Raising up his ring he let out a long sigh bringing back his constructs forming an army of living mops, buckets, and dusters and brooms, scrubbers and brushes, and they all got to work with a marching efficiency guided by Nathan's will the floor in the halls were starting to be scrubbed clean as he walked through the halls. His army moving with him as he went. After a few moments he looked around knowing he should for the most part be alone at that point. Turning to his constructs he adressed them like a boy talking to his action figures. Go forth my minions, in garbage day or laundry night no dirt shall escape your sight, Let all that gathers dust in sight, beware our power cleaning supplies unite! Letting out a low cackle of mad laughter. It was the little things no matter what in life, some times you just had to enjoy the little things. Markus had a very keen eye when it came to people, and when he saw Clarissa jump when she realized that the wall was a little dirty he practically let out a laugh. Who the hell was this woman? He thought some what bitterly, everything she wore reeked of over expensive garbage, and a spoiled upbringing. Her hair had been so delicately pressed and trimmed she probably took 5 hours just to get ready to go to out at night, and she was supposed to be some kind of crime fighter? Hell she was supposed to be some kind of hero? That was an insult not just to him, but the line of assassin's that had followed for years before him. Markus Gestured lightly towards who he was guessing was Weiss, motioning for her to join him in the arena as she called out a hello to him. Hello. He said motioning a challenge towards her. If she was going to be his partner then she could prove it in the ring, though in truth he doubted that she would accept. Their meeting with the big leagues would be soon, but he would have beaten her by then no doubt about it, anyone who walked into this kind of arena wearing 300 dollar boots clearly needed a good boot to the head. What's your power? The ability to buy Prada? Markus said with a slight snicker, he wasn't about to formally introduce himself, though if she stepped into the ring she could clearly see the name tag that marked him as Merlin. There was a lot about the idea of working with a spoiled rich girl that got on Markus's nerves. It drew attention to them for one, and for two how was he supposed to trust a silver spoon baby? She probably had no practical experience what so ever. Well okay if she had zero practical application she wouldn't be here, but this still felt like a really bad joke.