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

The insult wasnt anything new, or all hurtful for that matter. Was she surprised he went for one so quickly? A little. Normally people at least let her get out a line after than hello, then the insults came. Oh arent you just adorable? Lemme guess, youve got the power of horrible insults. Or is that over estimating your abilities? Clarissa offered a smirk of her own, fingers gliding over her jacket as she walked towards the arena, slinging it over her shoulder once it was off. Did she really feel like fighting as soon as she got here? No, and that meant both physically and verbally. But to be fair he started it, not that she would mind finishing it. You don't mind if I hang my coat do you? As soon as she asked the question the air around her grew to be frigidly cold, a spear of ice shooting up from the ground beside her. She would look over to him, staring him in the eye while dusting off the arm of her jacket, hanging it up on the spear. If that didnt answer his what was her powers question, she wasnt really sure what would. She was a little more proper then she would like to be, if she was being honest with herself, and yes, she did look a little to well groomed for the job but she liked what she did and she was good at it. She wouldnt have been here if she wasnt after all. She would step up into the ring, hands by her side. I would say its a pleasure to meet you Merlin but I think you and I would both know that would be a pretty big lie. Youre a bit of an eyesore if I must be honest, but something tells me looking at me doesnt fill you with joy either. As she spoke the air around her would grow colder, ice forming at her feet. Was it probably the best idea to fight before they met their mentors? Probably not. Actually, if either of them ended up hurt or a tad bit bruised she could see how that would either upset or disappoint the people they were trying to impress today. Oh well. Naevia peaked around the room a bit more. She found two extra large fuzzy blankets, some clothes hangers, and a large mirror in the back of the closet that she assumed was supposed to go with the dresser and act as a vanity. Well this is pretty...and those blankets are going to be useful... She would take the mirror to the vanity with one hand, holding onto the blankets in the other, for those she had a very specific idea. After the mirror was placed she would set her suitcase outside of the room and one of the blankets in the middle of the floor. She would levitate up off the floor a few inches as the blanket would begin to have sparks jump across it lightly, the dust near it sticking to it like glue. She would static charge the other one in her hand, running it along the the book shelf and the dresser, watching as it went from a dingy black to a full out gray as the dust clung to it. This really is disgusting. By the time she was finished her room was completely dustless, but the blankets looked like they were fuzzy and thick, which was...shocking. Just how long had it been since this place was last used? Come to think about it, she really didn't know anything about what she was getting into other then the fact she was now going to be helping people with a bunch of strangers. Part of her felt like she should have gotten more details on what they would be doing exactly, but the other part of her didn't really care, she was just happy to be away from home. She would grab the other blanket from off the floor, holding both of them in between her fingers and as far away from her body as possible. As much as she wanted to wash these something told her it would be a bad idea to put them in the...what was it Diana called them...a washing machine? Yes, that was it! She didn't want to put them in the washing machine with just how much dirt they were covered with, she'd really prefer a place to discharge the static off first. She would float her way out of her room with her back facing the floor, legs crossed and one arm behind her head while the other continued to hold the blankets as far from her as possible as she floated in front of Nathan's door. Nathan Hill of Blood Haven, Eventually she would come to understand she didn't need to say his full name or any extensions, but right now was not that time, I am sorry to disturb you again, but do you know of a way for me to get outside without awakening the disembodied voice? I feel like that would be unnecessary to disturb it.