Miss Tris
Moon
- Joined
- Dec 28, 2017
- Location
- United States
“I can’t believe he got assigned to our team,” complained a raven-haired woman. Her purple eyes were affixed to the screen of her phone, the device currently displaying the school’s roster. “How the fuck he did get accepted in the first place?”
“He probably blackmailed some person of importance within Legendary, Inc.,” speculated another. It was a male that spoke this time, his tall and lean frame leaned nonchalantly against a sidewall of the team’s front room. He was also staring at his phone, idly swiping some app or another.
“A fucking villain,” the girl continued angrily, spatting the last word like venom.
“To be fair, his father is a villain,” a third dared to offer. Another young woman, this one blonde and blue eyed. “That doesn’t necessarily mean—”
“Yes it does, Barbie,” the dark-haired woman interrupted. Barbie was her pet name for the blonde, whose proportions of bust to waist to hips was downright unnatural. With painstakingly well kept blonde hair that hung to the small of her back and bright blue eyes, the nickname had been the perfect fit. Although, to be fair, Alyse had also considered the name Princess in light of girl being as naive and annoyingly happy as a Disney princess. Purple eyes lifted from the glow of the screen to leer at the one that dared defend the honor of a villain. “Don’t be stupid enough to think the bastard turned. This is an infiltration.”
“You are terrible,” Sparks – aka Barbie – said matter-of-factly. “You’ve not even met the guy and already you’ve decided he’s evil.”
“Better than blindly trusting a villain,” countered the other.
“Blindly trusting?” Sparks returned incredulously. “There’s a middle ground to damning a person and blindly trusting them, Alyse.”
“With you? There really isn’t."
Sparks screwed up her face defiantly and prepared to fire back but the leaning man intervened. “Girls, girls… Really? We’re already fighting over him?”
“She can have him,” the dark-haired beauty decided. She reclined in a more relaxed position on the couch and redirected her attention back to her phone. “It’s obvious she’s dying to fuck him.”
Sparks was standing across the room from Alyse, near the end of second couch. She grabbed a throw pillow and…well…threw it. At Alyse’s face. The dark-haired woman hadn’t caught sight of the action in time to defend it, taking the painless but forceful blow in full force. Immediately she bounded up from her position on the couch, charging at the offender. The blonde squealed and ran to reinforcements, hiding behind the frame of a fourth person within the room.
The woman with cyan hair groaned – she didn’t want to get involved, but nor was she going to let Alyse cause physical harm to Sparks. She stretched out her arms to stop the dark-haired woman’s wrathful approach. “Both of you, that’s enough!” Her voice had a natural command to it, and she was the type of person you didn't want to fuck with so usually people obeyed her direction. A frown tugged at the corner of her full lips. “We’re not doing this. We’re not fighting amongst ourselves.”
“You’re right, Brianna,” Alyse agreed easily enough. “We need to save our energy for fighting Dusk.”
“He’s one of us!” Sparks fumed. “We can’t build a team with—”
Brianna raised a hand. It was enough to stop the blonde from talking and discouraged Alyse from offering any more on the subject. After a long, thoughtful pause, the cyan haired woman spoke gently but firmly. “Alyse, Jonathon is one of our team. Don’t go out of your way to be a bitch about it. Sparks? Don’t…be stupid. You’re entirely too willing to trust a stranger and it’s going to bite you in the ass one of these days.”
Alyse pouted but didn’t talk back (which was a pretty rare thing for her). Sparks looked wounded over Brianna’s criticism and didn’t say anything in return.
“This is going to be interesting,” commented the only male in the room. He remained leaning against the wall, arms folded over themselves, watching the girls. There were five females in total on their team, and two guys (himself and the villain); it wasn't hard to imagine the sort of drama and absolute fuckery that would be afoot here shortly. For the moment, Victor occupied his mind elsewhere, making silent comparisons of the three girls before him. Sparks and Alyse couldn't be more unlike the other, personality or appearance-wise. Where Sparks was sweet and caring (and naive), Alyse was purposefully confrontational and looking for a reaction (and self-sufficient). No doubt being just as gorgeous as Barbie (although a bit more realistically proportioned, her chest was just as well endowed) added to her sass; she realized she was pretty and used it to her advantage often, whereas Sparks seemed oblivious to her physical appeal. Brianna was altogether different than the other two. She was taller, more athletic, and lithe. Whereas Sparks and Alyse kept their hair long, Brianna's was cut short. It was well styled, with jaw-length bangs that angled towards her earlobe, the rest of her hair in close-cut layers. The cyan of her mop made the magenta of her eyes all the more vivid. A pop of color between the dark and the light, what with Alyse not outgrowing her Gothic tendencies and Sparks resembling a traditional Barbie doll.
In truth, everyone at Legendary, Inc’s Platinum League Academy was gorgeous. The heroes that attended here had been hand picked, their appearance having as much merit as their powers in the decision. If they had been less pretty, or less powerful, they'd be Gold or Silver League material.
Brianna extricated herself from between Sparks and Alyse. “Everything will be fine,” she assured the party. She was the team leader, after all. “We just need to get adjusted to each other.”
And adjusted they would get. Teams in attendance at Legendary, Inc’s Platinum League Academy lived in a team space. That is, each team was given a floor of their respective hall. Their space was structured much like the traditional family household: they had a living room, kitchen, dining room, four bedrooms, and two bathrooms. Presently the four speaking members were in the living room, awaiting the moment that Dusk would arrive, their attention never too far from the front door (which actually a direct entrance/exit to the building elevator). The other two girls were in their rooms.
For a while no one talked. Alyse went back to her couch (and her phone), Sparks and Brianna sat on the other, and Victor continued to stand.
When the door opened, the man stepping over the threshold would find four pairs of eyes upon him.
“You’re not welcome here,” Alyse informed him.
Sparks looked both offended and apologetic. She jumped to her feet and hurried to make the new acquaintance. “Don’t mind her, Jonathon, Alyse is just a bitch. I’m Sparks,” she offered a hand.
"Welcome to the team," Brianna spoke cordially. She stood to greet the newest member but she did not seem particularly rushed to approach and shake his hand.
Victor remained where he was and said nothing. He intently watched the villain, curious how he would adjust to his new environment.
“He probably blackmailed some person of importance within Legendary, Inc.,” speculated another. It was a male that spoke this time, his tall and lean frame leaned nonchalantly against a sidewall of the team’s front room. He was also staring at his phone, idly swiping some app or another.
“A fucking villain,” the girl continued angrily, spatting the last word like venom.
“To be fair, his father is a villain,” a third dared to offer. Another young woman, this one blonde and blue eyed. “That doesn’t necessarily mean—”
“Yes it does, Barbie,” the dark-haired woman interrupted. Barbie was her pet name for the blonde, whose proportions of bust to waist to hips was downright unnatural. With painstakingly well kept blonde hair that hung to the small of her back and bright blue eyes, the nickname had been the perfect fit. Although, to be fair, Alyse had also considered the name Princess in light of girl being as naive and annoyingly happy as a Disney princess. Purple eyes lifted from the glow of the screen to leer at the one that dared defend the honor of a villain. “Don’t be stupid enough to think the bastard turned. This is an infiltration.”
“You are terrible,” Sparks – aka Barbie – said matter-of-factly. “You’ve not even met the guy and already you’ve decided he’s evil.”
“Better than blindly trusting a villain,” countered the other.
“Blindly trusting?” Sparks returned incredulously. “There’s a middle ground to damning a person and blindly trusting them, Alyse.”
“With you? There really isn’t."
Sparks screwed up her face defiantly and prepared to fire back but the leaning man intervened. “Girls, girls… Really? We’re already fighting over him?”
“She can have him,” the dark-haired beauty decided. She reclined in a more relaxed position on the couch and redirected her attention back to her phone. “It’s obvious she’s dying to fuck him.”
Sparks was standing across the room from Alyse, near the end of second couch. She grabbed a throw pillow and…well…threw it. At Alyse’s face. The dark-haired woman hadn’t caught sight of the action in time to defend it, taking the painless but forceful blow in full force. Immediately she bounded up from her position on the couch, charging at the offender. The blonde squealed and ran to reinforcements, hiding behind the frame of a fourth person within the room.
The woman with cyan hair groaned – she didn’t want to get involved, but nor was she going to let Alyse cause physical harm to Sparks. She stretched out her arms to stop the dark-haired woman’s wrathful approach. “Both of you, that’s enough!” Her voice had a natural command to it, and she was the type of person you didn't want to fuck with so usually people obeyed her direction. A frown tugged at the corner of her full lips. “We’re not doing this. We’re not fighting amongst ourselves.”
“You’re right, Brianna,” Alyse agreed easily enough. “We need to save our energy for fighting Dusk.”
“He’s one of us!” Sparks fumed. “We can’t build a team with—”
Brianna raised a hand. It was enough to stop the blonde from talking and discouraged Alyse from offering any more on the subject. After a long, thoughtful pause, the cyan haired woman spoke gently but firmly. “Alyse, Jonathon is one of our team. Don’t go out of your way to be a bitch about it. Sparks? Don’t…be stupid. You’re entirely too willing to trust a stranger and it’s going to bite you in the ass one of these days.”
Alyse pouted but didn’t talk back (which was a pretty rare thing for her). Sparks looked wounded over Brianna’s criticism and didn’t say anything in return.
“This is going to be interesting,” commented the only male in the room. He remained leaning against the wall, arms folded over themselves, watching the girls. There were five females in total on their team, and two guys (himself and the villain); it wasn't hard to imagine the sort of drama and absolute fuckery that would be afoot here shortly. For the moment, Victor occupied his mind elsewhere, making silent comparisons of the three girls before him. Sparks and Alyse couldn't be more unlike the other, personality or appearance-wise. Where Sparks was sweet and caring (and naive), Alyse was purposefully confrontational and looking for a reaction (and self-sufficient). No doubt being just as gorgeous as Barbie (although a bit more realistically proportioned, her chest was just as well endowed) added to her sass; she realized she was pretty and used it to her advantage often, whereas Sparks seemed oblivious to her physical appeal. Brianna was altogether different than the other two. She was taller, more athletic, and lithe. Whereas Sparks and Alyse kept their hair long, Brianna's was cut short. It was well styled, with jaw-length bangs that angled towards her earlobe, the rest of her hair in close-cut layers. The cyan of her mop made the magenta of her eyes all the more vivid. A pop of color between the dark and the light, what with Alyse not outgrowing her Gothic tendencies and Sparks resembling a traditional Barbie doll.
In truth, everyone at Legendary, Inc’s Platinum League Academy was gorgeous. The heroes that attended here had been hand picked, their appearance having as much merit as their powers in the decision. If they had been less pretty, or less powerful, they'd be Gold or Silver League material.
Brianna extricated herself from between Sparks and Alyse. “Everything will be fine,” she assured the party. She was the team leader, after all. “We just need to get adjusted to each other.”
And adjusted they would get. Teams in attendance at Legendary, Inc’s Platinum League Academy lived in a team space. That is, each team was given a floor of their respective hall. Their space was structured much like the traditional family household: they had a living room, kitchen, dining room, four bedrooms, and two bathrooms. Presently the four speaking members were in the living room, awaiting the moment that Dusk would arrive, their attention never too far from the front door (which actually a direct entrance/exit to the building elevator). The other two girls were in their rooms.
For a while no one talked. Alyse went back to her couch (and her phone), Sparks and Brianna sat on the other, and Victor continued to stand.
When the door opened, the man stepping over the threshold would find four pairs of eyes upon him.
“You’re not welcome here,” Alyse informed him.
Sparks looked both offended and apologetic. She jumped to her feet and hurried to make the new acquaintance. “Don’t mind her, Jonathon, Alyse is just a bitch. I’m Sparks,” she offered a hand.
"Welcome to the team," Brianna spoke cordially. She stood to greet the newest member but she did not seem particularly rushed to approach and shake his hand.
Victor remained where he was and said nothing. He intently watched the villain, curious how he would adjust to his new environment.