Mistress Dizzy

Young Justice

Mirage was too tired to raise her voice. But the look that she gave Quiver in response was silently scathing. "You're wrong about several things. I don't think anyone has forgiven Metamorph besides me, and that I will admit because I understand being labeled a monster. Second, you were not the only one to get hurt at the docks. You have a lot of spine trying to speak for a team that you abandoned and came back to like nothing was wrong. Aside from that... I agree with you." Her weary orange eyes turned to Batman, her gaze firm.

"Not knowing the whole truth is going to get one of us killed. It almost did today. If we aren't mature enough for you to trust us now, we never will be. And if that is the case, then we have no reason to be here. And if we have no reason to be here, then I'd like to go to bed. I have someone to save when dawn comes around."

Young Justice

Kassandra was silent during the debriefing. Her eyes were still puffy from crying, her posture was clearly exhausted. She listened and waited until the others had spoken, and couldn't help her surprise once Zach was finished.

"You punched a guy in the face? Hard enough to knock him out?" A tiny smile of delight warmed her features. "Well done! I'm sorry I missed it. It sounds like some sort of empath or similar mental magic. If you wish, I could assist you with boosting your defenses. All of you, actually. It's the least I can do." She looked across the table, but then her head dipped.

"I need to apologize for my behavior on the way home. To all of you. But Vincent and Pei specifically. You didn't do anything wrong, either of you. You should speak out, and it is wrong for me to punish you for doing so." There was shame in her bearing, as she fidgeted with the cuff around her wrist. "I am sorry for being so nasty. I think... I require more assistance in therapy." This was directed toward Batman. "If you could help me with that, I would be grateful, sir."

She was so tired, but she knew the tides would not be bringing her rest tonight.

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

"Yeah."

Jinny had to take two steps to Jinx's long stride. She was surprised, and confused, at the other girls' reaction. She hadn't been trying to get Jinx into a fight, honestly. They weren't even friends, right? Jinx could just leave. So... why?

After making sure the door was locked and putting away her bag, she watched the grey girl with mild apprehension. Maybe she'd gotten kicked too hard? Where was the infirmary, again? One of the top levels, but that red-haired boy had accidentally torn her map...

"Red bottle? Oh, okay." She had to jump onto the cabinet to reach the second shelf, but soon she was handing it over. "...Do you want some water, too? Or maybe an ice pack? ...do we have ice packs?" Otou-san had taught her to make one out of a wet towel by sticking it in the freezer. An actual infirmary might be faster, though.

Young Justice

Mirage was getting too familiar with aiding battered teammates. Check breathing, check pulse, keep the head and neck stable. Clean and dress wounds, check for broken bones. The steps had become second nature at some point, but the knot in her belly never eased. As soon as Zatara got the boat up and running, she settled the unconscious Cora into it and began to make her comfortable. She knew so little about the new teammates. That was her own fault. She wasn't good at the beginning parts of knowing people, and stress had made the process so much worse.

Perhaps she could propose a sequel to Girl's Night. Daphne would love that, getting to settle in and watch movies and eat all the snacks in the base. Maybe they could do Pei's nails to match whatever hair color she had that day. Or figure out what kind of girl Cora liked.

“Seems to me that you little heroes are in quite a situation. Don’t worry, the solution is simple. My employers lost something, and they want it back now. So, how about a trade: The Metamorph for the Nymph. Hand him over, we’ll let you run. Take your chances, and the girl is cooked.”

"N-no." No. No no no -

Everything in her went still, even her breathing. She could feel rage coursing like fresh-stung venom in her veins. The buried bulk of her magic, receding and swelling, ready to drown everything around her. But this wasn't Atlantis - and she wasn't the girl she'd been back then. Before, when she'd let loose, she didn't care about anything or anyone in her vicinity. Now? Now she was loved.

And she loved in return.

Not just Kilamanjaro. Even when she didn't see eye to eye with the others, even when they wrung out the last drop of her patience, she loved them all. Zach's glitz, Daphne's sweetness, Viktor's transparency…

"...You can't." You can't leave Ja. You can't hurt Daphne. You can't blame Viktor.

You can't do anything, Kassandra.

“Our team agrees to the terms of the trade. The others will not interfere as long as Daphne is returned with no further harm done to her.”
It hurt, to not act. Even though she knew it was the safest call - Gods, did it hurt.

"...I hope your employer paid you well. I hope you spend it quickly."

She removed her earpiece, the tiny piece of technology popping like a sea grape between her trembling fingers. She had to make sure everyone else could get out safely.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

I don't *think* I'm doing the murdering, but that IS an amazing idea.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

I just preordered a farm rpg / murder mystery game. I have been found

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Jinny was ready, and actually slightly impatient by the the time Jinx sauntered out the door. She hadn't consciously chosen to wait for the other girl, but curiousity won out. "Yeah, more questions about your time. Also was there anyone else in your class that was decent? And-" One question shoved itself in the front of the line.

"What's with the fashion show? You got new shoes or something?" They looked like everyone else's shoes. But people could be weird about clothes. Jinny could still feel other people's gazes, and it was still novel enough to piss her off. The muttering and whispered conversations... ugh.

"Hang on a sec-" Jinny stomped forward in the best impression of her father and folded her arms. "Do I have something on my face?! No? Well, fuck off then! Go be dumb somewhere else!" She was small, but she knew how to be surprisingly loud.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Magical pencil case. Casting fireball on your enemies: burn

Casting fireball on your enemies from a technicolor Lisa Frank pencil case: nuke

Burned: Stuck in the Big Easy

I am home and will be writing asap.

BTW I think you used 2 different names for your guy @Theyra.

Burned: Stuck in the Big Easy

Gonna go with a hyperpolyglot who's very good at getting information. And being a people person. Especially when those people have information.