Thread: Not So Super Now (Yenpointfive and Frogger)

Plenty of people have suspected Connor Wright being Doctor Prometheus over the years, yet only a handful ever did think of the possibility that his wife may be a villain as well. Vanessa just never did come across as particularlymalicious or wicked. Of course, this could be because of her superb acting abilities. Confident, independent, and vibrant in energyevil didnt fit when describing the young woman. While these simple words did describe her true personality to some extent there was another side lurking beneath that proverbial mask few knew about. Vanessa was a natural beauty. Many women steal glances whenever the chance presents itself, and it wasnt uncommon for whispered conversations to be held behind raised hands. Of course this didnt bother her in the slightest. Why should it? Jealousy drove those women into throwing barbed comments in her direction, and in all honesty, at times it proves amusing. Truly that green monster is a powerful emotion. Besideshow can females not be tainted, when looking onto such beauty? Rich golden locks cascaded like a molten river down her back and over her shoulders, a few threads curling just so around a lovely face in the shape of a heart. Even her eyes tend to mesmerize, even hypnotize, with their striking electric blue. During the early morning routine, she usually applied just the tiniest bit of blush, perhaps mascara Today she didnt bother with any of it. It was fun, causing mayhem, dodging machine gunfire, mutilating security drones. There was no better way to start the day, really. Laughter bubbled up her throat, only to escape her lips and dance like musical notes. At five feet eight inches, she didnt intimidate their enemies the same way Connor didbut the powers she had at her perusal was another story. Piercing blue eyes inspected the young hero who dared to go up against Doctor Prometheus. A dark red mask hid the majority of her face, and her long golden mane was held in a high ponytail. Not much could be said of her costume. Though its design was simple, just being red with no other distinct color scheme, tempered metal pieces were fastened at the joints of the body. I dont think it much matters, darling. Hes just a little boy playing hero. You can grind him into the groundor burn his body into ashes. I will be handling his foolish companion. A wink towards her husband and fellow villain followed soon after. Viola didnt respond to the taunt. Why must villains always have monstrous egos, anyway? It was quite annoying Maybe it is a psychological defense mechanism, one hiding their true feelings behind brave words? It could be Transparent blue-green eyes, very similar to tropical seas, not to mention a perfect mix of her fathers and mothers eyes, analyzed the current situation at hand. Her lips curved into one faint smile. Though her powers did not lie within exchanging punches or withstanding dangers of epic proportionsshe was still a formidable opponent despite this. Every hero and villain alike has at least one chink in their proverbial and perhaps actual- armor. Nobody is perfect, no matter how much that individual believes so. Fire crackled loudly in the silence following the villainess words. When it came to costumes, hers was not the most elaborate, or the simplest in design. It was dark purple along with bright yet subtle silver stars. A cape concealed a great portion of her body from view, as did the helmet. Hm, on the other hand Vanessas fingertips tapped her bottom lip. An idea was starting to develop within that wicked mind of hers, one of which neither teenager will particularly like. Once it came into fruition, her lips twisted into a smile. I definitely would love it if you save him I can even save you this little morsel. Later on, we can justgobble the two after a romantic evening together Underneath these words were implications, the kind Viola didnt understand. Due to the nature of said implications, it was unlikely Alex would understand himself. We can have dinnerperhaps a movie with popcorn and heroes can be the icing to such a wonderful night. The battle began. No security drones were left to witness, nor were any men actually coming to see what was happening. Blows rained down, kicks delivered one after the other, and flames ate greedily at everything. It didnt take but ten minutes before an entire wall collapsed. Viola better known as Mistress Mind to the general public- did her best, projecting a barrier right before it fell onto her brother. Cold sweat ran down her spine in rivers and streams. Her breath came in spurts, and at times her vision swam in dizzying circles. It was getting harder to resist every attack that came their way. Both arms trembled as she thwarted yet another massive wave of darkness from Black Rose, her muscles painfully throbbing during the process. I cant give up Viola told herself, though it didnt help to say it. Defeat felt imminent. No matter how much she hated to admit this, even within the safety of her own mind, it was obvious. They were going to lose. Her conscious reached out hesitantly, lightly touching upon her brothers. We should retreat, Alex These villains are too strong for us. We have to go, before we are taken as theirplay toys. Or worse, killed. Please Listen to me when I say this! I am near my limit already. Everything is falling apart. We need to get out, or else this place is going to fall down on top our heads. Her voice grew softer, in order to convince him. There was wisdom in her words, even though she was young. AlexWe have to go. Now. Before we cant.