Nica Member
They - Them
- Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
- Old Guild Username: Mythical Nica
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 288 (0.07 / day)
- VMs: 1
-
Username history
- Nica 11 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
(Okay)
Bunnymund recoiled, moving himself into the background. The others may have accepted Jack, but he remained skeptical. A new Guardian? That always brings along new problems, usually extremely complicated issues at that. Bunnymund watched in silence as North introduced Jack and reminisced a bit.
Once the trip down memory lane was concluded, North called everyone into the main room where his golden globe hovered, alight with thousands of bright lights. Each glow represents a child that has continues to believe in the Guardian of Christmas.
"I believe we should begin the induction to the Guardians now, yeah?" North questioned, grabbing the ancient book from his shelf and prepared himself. "Are you ready, Jack Skellington?"
Once the trip down memory lane was concluded, North called everyone into the main room where his golden globe hovered, alight with thousands of bright lights. Each glow represents a child that has continues to believe in the Guardian of Christmas.
"I believe we should begin the induction to the Guardians now, yeah?" North questioned, grabbing the ancient book from his shelf and prepared himself. "Are you ready, Jack Skellington?"
Banner sighed, reluctantly addressing Tony on a subject that, to be honest, he felt rather uncomfortable with. "Steve has been released from his ice capsule for over a few months now and he's adjusting to this foreign society quite well, but don't you recall there being records of another superhuman individual during his prior era?" He knew these rumors might be false, the ramblings of traumatized soldiers from back in the day, but even still, Banner had to wonder.
"Steve should know, remember at least."
However, asking the solider ripped from time would not be an easy task. Steve is rather guarded about his past and doesn't speak openly about a lot of events that happened. With a tug at his glasses, thumb and index finger rubbed sorely at the bridge of his nose, Banner once again released a held sigh. "I was just thinking," he mused a loud. "If there's another superhuman individual with the same serum as Rogers, it might be worth looking into."
* * *
"You've broken the fifth rib on your right side, sprained the joint of your left leg and there appears to be damage alongside the central nervous system as well." As she continued to list off his current injuries and diagnosed him, Hawkeye shifted uncomfortably on the examination table. Watching curiously as his doctor's eyes suddenly regained their usual coloring, the Archer smirked and leaned back casually with crossed arms. "Why do your eyes go white when you're using that....that ugh...." The name for her ability escaped him.
She smiled, sliding on her latex gloves. "Examination Eyes, sir."
Hawkeye loved hearing her speak, so elegant and polite, a proper lady. "So, what now, Doc?" A nickname, but commonly used when addressing her.
"I'm going to take a sample of your blood and check for any potential diseases that might have manifested since your last mission." This test required her to draw a vile of fresh blood from Hawkeye's arm, swishing the liquid quickly before dripping a droplet onto her outstretched tongue. He watched his amazement, fascinated as her eyes closed and she immediately began focusing on the chemicals identified within his blood. A technique called Diagnosing Tongue, another of her personalized skills.
He waited, patiently and remained silent as she began writing a detailed report of his examination.
"Steve should know, remember at least."
However, asking the solider ripped from time would not be an easy task. Steve is rather guarded about his past and doesn't speak openly about a lot of events that happened. With a tug at his glasses, thumb and index finger rubbed sorely at the bridge of his nose, Banner once again released a held sigh. "I was just thinking," he mused a loud. "If there's another superhuman individual with the same serum as Rogers, it might be worth looking into."
* * *
"You've broken the fifth rib on your right side, sprained the joint of your left leg and there appears to be damage alongside the central nervous system as well." As she continued to list off his current injuries and diagnosed him, Hawkeye shifted uncomfortably on the examination table. Watching curiously as his doctor's eyes suddenly regained their usual coloring, the Archer smirked and leaned back casually with crossed arms. "Why do your eyes go white when you're using that....that ugh...." The name for her ability escaped him.
She smiled, sliding on her latex gloves. "Examination Eyes, sir."
Hawkeye loved hearing her speak, so elegant and polite, a proper lady. "So, what now, Doc?" A nickname, but commonly used when addressing her.
"I'm going to take a sample of your blood and check for any potential diseases that might have manifested since your last mission." This test required her to draw a vile of fresh blood from Hawkeye's arm, swishing the liquid quickly before dripping a droplet onto her outstretched tongue. He watched his amazement, fascinated as her eyes closed and she immediately began focusing on the chemicals identified within his blood. A technique called Diagnosing Tongue, another of her personalized skills.
He waited, patiently and remained silent as she began writing a detailed report of his examination.
Large, fluffy, feet collided with the floor as a massive rabbit jumped high into the air. He arrived at Santa's workshop, perhaps later than intended, and found himself in the company of an unfamiliar face. Well, skull, actually. "Crikey," he exclaimed, jolting back for a moment. "Who're you mate?" The puzzled rabbit learned forward in confusion, arms crossed and eyes slightly narrowed. "A new Guardian?" That seemed the most plausible explanation.
"Silence!" A powerful, heavily accented, voice thundered through the workshop. A burly man, dressed in red and black attire, came forward with crossed arms and a minion of small elves following behind each step. "Jack Skellingtion!" The man opened his arms, forcing the fragile skeleton into a painful embrace. "Welcome to my workshop!"
A clumsy elf appeared as Jack was released, offering a steaming cuppa coca.
"I trust you've become acquainted with Frost and Bunnymund," the legendary Guardian assumed, falling back into his favorite chair. "I'm North, it's been too long my friend!" Not exactly friends, but they did share a history in the past. In fact, North still shivers at the idea of Oogie Boogie.
"Silence!" A powerful, heavily accented, voice thundered through the workshop. A burly man, dressed in red and black attire, came forward with crossed arms and a minion of small elves following behind each step. "Jack Skellingtion!" The man opened his arms, forcing the fragile skeleton into a painful embrace. "Welcome to my workshop!"
A clumsy elf appeared as Jack was released, offering a steaming cuppa coca.
"I trust you've become acquainted with Frost and Bunnymund," the legendary Guardian assumed, falling back into his favorite chair. "I'm North, it's been too long my friend!" Not exactly friends, but they did share a history in the past. In fact, North still shivers at the idea of Oogie Boogie.
Would you like to begin?
Wow! Stunning!
Would you like to begin?
Would you like to begin?
Ah, I'm sorry.
Take your time. ^^
Take your time. ^^
Okay.
Hope you're okay with Bunnymund having a human appearance too. I thought it would be a good idea.
Hope you're okay with Bunnymund having a human appearance too. I thought it would be a good idea.
Where's her picture?
Where's her picture?
© 2007-2024