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Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

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Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Mila didn't quite know what to do with herself and watched as others arrived. Some of them made quite the entrance. One man in particular drew her attention due to the fact he was well, completely naked. Her hand shot up instinctively to cover her eyes, a very coy gesture and quite strange gesture for someone who was over a century old. One would think after a hundred years living you'd seen it all. It would be less strange to someone who had familiarized themselves with the Slavic lore about the Rusalki. Most if not all Rusalki were young girls, this due to the nature of their creation. They were spirits giving corporeal form but much of their personality they had in life was preserved. Mila was born in the 19th century were girls her age rarely witnessed a man in all his glory. On the other hand she was very much aware she now lived in the 21th century were it was a whole lot more common. It would be a mistake to think of her as innocent, her demeanor and behavior wasn't crystallized in the 19th century mindset. Though sometimes an out of place reaction could not be avoided. Averting her eyes from the bewildered man she turned to see the man or rather the demon who had sent for her by letter. Atticus Mac Cléirich a name she knew only by reputation.

She brushed her hair out of her face, attempting to lock it behind her ears, while she watched many of the group walk up to Atticus to greet him. He seemed to already know some of them. Mila wasn't quite surprised, he held a high reputation as well as position within Bain & Hoyle. It was obvious he'd worked together with most of them which made her wonder why he'd invited the others. herself included. Maybe Mr Hoyle had asked him to, or maybe he needed some kind of particular expertise. Whichever was the case Mila felt like she was intruding upon something. They had history together no doubt. She would have been living under a rock these last two months if she hadn't caught any info on what happened. Well she had been occupied with her research but she wasn't that out of the loop. They had been rather vague about it during the company dinner. Mila could tell it was a sensitive subject and she had no idea what had happened or when. She felt it wasn't her place at the time, but now she was going to work with these people. She wouldn't mind an explanation. Henry never mentioned anything about what happened. Maybe his silence spoke volumes. It could very well be something horrible, so would she still want an explanation then? Probably not. She thought with a shudder.

Now Henry he was such a grinning idiot! A cheeky smile spread across her face as she spotted the Siren talking to someone she didn't recognize. He'd always seemed to have that annoying grin on his face around her. Knowing she was the one who caused made it even worse. He was so pleased to have survived her attempt at drowning him which in turn really made her want to wipe that smirk of his face. It had been one of the most embarrassing moments of her life and she didn't want to pain herself by remembering the details. Henry would bring them up sooner or lather, she had no doubt. After he got her in contact with Bain & Hoyle they had spoken only a handful of times. Still that handful made him the one most familiar to her in this group. More importantly he'd kept his promise, allowing her access to the library of Bain & Hoyle.

Mila approached the kindred water spirit with a small smile on her fine features. "I see you're still breathing" Her tone of voice made it obvious she was joking around. "Somewhere I'd hoped you'd be at the bottom of a lake somewhere" She said touching her hair playfully before she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Henry would never let her hear the end of it but Mila was just waiting for an opportunity to get back at him. They would get even eventually, she'd see to that.

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I'm doing great about to make a quick stop at school. I spend more time on the bus than in school XD *Takes a loaf of bread and starts to fill up heroes toaster.* Anyone want toast?

Young Justice: Covert Ops

Well we kind of crashed XD. I love our team, like you're all looking out for me. You guys are awesome ^.^ Don't worry though Djinn's totally inn. Damn the rhyme XD

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"Next page please....." The boredom was evident in Mila's voice. She had been reading the same book for over two hours and the water in the bathtub which had been steaming hot when she stepped into it was now luke warm. With an irritated sigh she reached down to the plug to let out some of the cooled water. The slurping sounds it made while running down the drain were too to handle for the sensitive piece of technology facing the bathtub. "Command not recognized, please turn of all other disturbances and repeat your message" Ughhh whatever She was getting annoyed by little things and it was an obvious hint she had to stop reading. Her hand snaked around the tap to turn on the hot water for the second time. There was nothing in any of the books she'd gone through the past two months. This was another fruitless attempt to find even the smallest of leads that there was a way to do it. Steam filled the air, clouding over the mirrors of the luxurious bathroom. Mila submerged herself shifting until she was laying on her side. Little bubbles of air floated to the surface in regular intervals. It looked like she was breathing but it was merely an illusion, something to lure in the curious and unsuspecting victim. The tub was no lake but submerging herself like this even in a few inches of soapy water relaxed her body and emptied her thoughts.

The bathroom was equipped with all manners of modern technology. A smart tv was neatly build into the wall facing the bathtub, it worked on voice command as did the blasted phone which she could hear even as it was diluted by the water. The ringtone was set to sound like an alarm clock or something annoyingly similar. She rose with a groan, splashing water everywhere out of frustration. Really? She couldn't have a few minutes to empty her head from those mind numbing texts. She loved reading that wasn't the issue but scrutinizing every sentence and word to find something nearly impossible put her patience to the test. "Answer incoming call" She spoke in a clear voice. "Mila?" A cheerful voice sounded on the other end. "Yes...." She answered. Of course it was her, she dialed her number so what did she expect. "How are you doing sis!? "Can you please not be so disgustingly cheerful" Mila said in a tone which surprised even her. It was a fact, she really needed to stay away from her research for a while. It was starting to mess with her in ways she didn't like. "Sorry I...." "Hey I get it, really, so how's the research coming along" "Nothing new if that's what you wanted to know" She said, trying not to sound like she was pitying herself. She drew her legs up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees, a look of disappointment drawing her features down. "Oh poor little Mila" "How do you think the others did it?, they weren't wining after two months you're over a century old for Gods sake" Obviously she failed in her attempts not to pity herself. "Well they're not around to tell me now are they?" She spat, her accent growing thicker as her anger rose. She excited the bathtub with yet some more splashing.

Mila didn't bother with a bathrobe and grabbed a towel from the rack, not to dry herself off but to clean the mirrors. She sat down in front of the mirror and started to run a ornate silver comb through her wet locks. It was a tedious job but one she'd perfected and enjoyed. She was so absorbed in the simple task she didn't notice the small metal sphere whizzing past her. It came in such a rush that it crashed into one of the mirrors sending glass flying in every direction. It surprised her but she was largely unfazed. She eyed the sphere carefully while taking out some of glass that stuck in her skin. The cuts were bloodless and it was disturbing to see the carelessness with which she took them out. It was a letter, she'd seen them being used before. Now she was curious. In the last two months she'd only received one of these. An invitation to attend dinner with the famous founders of Bain & Hoyle at the Boston Branch. She left the bathroom and made her way to the bedroom to get dressed, the letter following behind her. While reading it she was also picking out something to wear, only when she was halfway in did it become interesting leaving her clothes for what they were. What did Mr Hoyle possibly hope to achieve and why did they need her to do it? In all honesty she was glad for it. She needed the work and the distraction. After all if she ceased to be of use to Bain & Hoyle she doubted they would extend her use of their library as some sort of friendly favor. Very well, lets see what all the fuss is about

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She hated being late and when Mila arrived at the stone circle of Ardgoom many had already gathered. Lovely. She thought frowning. Most she recognized but she had only spoken with a handful at the company dinner. After that they didn't really "keep in touch" sort to speak. Mila had of course heard some rumors here and there but none of what she heard went into great detail. She wasn't the sort of girl to pry. "Evening......." She said entering the circle. It was an impressive site and windy too. The marine trench coat she wore didn't do much for her and the wind was constantly whipping her copper waves in front of her eyes.

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AmongHeroes said
dreaming, I would be happy to make something up for you. Also, I added a link to a Pieces of 8 Chatzy in the OP. Just for you, Canoli :).

Awesome! Is the picture in my cs any good to work with? Now I'll have something to add to my folder made by you

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Oh I love cherries they're so romantic


Heroes?? ^.^
If it's not too much trouble, would you like to make me a tag too?

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What's wrong with pink? *happily flaunts a pink avatar AND signature. I've tried to convince Lillian to join us in barbieland but to no avail .

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Great, thanks Lillian *glomps* I actually like carrot muffin since they really don't taste like carrot at all. Or at least not the ones I've had.

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AmongHeroes said
Hey all, I was playing with some ways to maybe keep track of characters better since our group is large. I was thinking of a badge that everyone could place at the top of their post to remind everyone who they are, and what type of creature their character is. This is the one I made up for Atticus. Let me know what you guys think.EDIT: I know it's a bit large, I'm just trying to show detail on this prototype one. The one's I would want to use would be scaled down.

I love this idea! ^.^ Something like this would really help to keep track of everyone and become familiar with all of our fabulous characters And Yaaaay! we can post IC, takes a carrot muffin to munch on while running off to the IC. I hope everyone's had/going to have a great day today ^.^