Nydella smiled, staying perfectly still until the plane lifted itself into the air. Steve seemed to get a little sick at first, but that's understandable. After all, he's still adjusting back to the normal world after being frozen for years. As the plane was directed to the Hydra base by Hawkeye and Natasha, Nydella unbuckled her seat belt and went walking around the cabin. She stopped in front of Tony, pressing two fingers to the underside of his jaw without saying a word.
Steve watched curiously, kneeling down at her side so he could get a better view. Nydella then pulled out a syringe from her bag, tapped it twice, then injected the amber colored liquid directly into Tony's throat. "There, you'll need that for the temperatures where we're going. To ensure that your core temp doesn't drop below a healthy degree."
"What was that?" Steve asked, watching her do the same to herself and then readied the syringe for him.
"It's a self warming injection of my own design. I have it customized for everyone's individual needs. For example, my core temp is lower than Tony's and yours is higher. I made sure each injection was perfectly measured for the specific person." She gently repeated the injection with Steve and smiled after wards. "Didn't even hurt."
Steve nodded, "Thanks Doc."
Nydella blushed, standing up and went to give the shots to Hawkeye and Natasha as well.
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A sudden and rather loud unknown sound from outside woke the child from her slumber. She'd just recently fallen asleep and jolted from her bed in a panic, eyes widen with hair sprawled out in all directions. Curious to discover the source of the noise, she carefully peeked out her window and looked into the sky. She didn't see anything, but grabbed a long winter coat, scarf and some boots before opening her window.
Slowly climbing towards the fire escape with freezing hands, a bright red nose from the chilly air and clouds forming from her warm breath.
* * *
"I agree," Bunnymund readied himself to travel, a huge hole appearing beneath his feet. "You should stay here, mate." He gestured to Jack Skellington. "We'll be right back. Don't want you to become until you're an official Guardian."
Slowly climbing towards the fire escape with freezing hands, a bright red nose from the chilly air and clouds forming from her warm breath.
* * *
"I agree," Bunnymund readied himself to travel, a huge hole appearing beneath his feet. "You should stay here, mate." He gestured to Jack Skellington. "We'll be right back. Don't want you to become until you're an official Guardian."
The Celestial World, a realm only available to Spirits, was currently peaceful for the moment. All of the Zodiac Spirits were home, none called out to battle. Plue, a favorite companion of a certain Celestial Wizard, wandered aimlessly around the Astral Plane. His clumsy nature had him stumble into the private domain of a fellow Spirit, to which he immediately apologized and shook nervously. However, the Spirit that he'd innocently invaded upon was none other than Maho, the second eldest of the Spirits. Also, a kind and compassionate woman that welcomed his company. Plue happily walked inside her crystallized house, struggling at first not to slip on the smooth floors.
Maho giggled, her voice echoing like a beautiful wind chime throughout the breeze. "Welcome, little Nikora." She used his technical name, which Plue corrected politely. "Oh?" Maho blinked her thick lashes quickly, "You've been given a name by your Celestial Wizard?" Plue nodded, explaining that his master prefers to call him by another name which he finds endearing. Considering she hasn't been in the service of a Mage for centuries, hearing Plue speak so fondly of his master was unsettling for her. However, Maho was delighted to know that the sweet Nikora's key had landed in the hands of a lovely owner.
Plue and Maho enjoyed an hour of conversation together until the younger Spirit was suddenly summoned through his gate. Maho watched, managing to catch a glimpse of the Wizard through the portal. She saw a woman, fairly young, with golden hair and eyes of brown. The image only lasted for a second, but Maho was curious for more information. She knew the Wizard owned Leo's key, so she decided to go and pay the Lion Spirit a visit.
Hovering above the ground, locks of sliver toned hair floating in the air, Maho gently knocked on Leo's door. "It's Maho Tsukiko," she announced with a smile. "May I be permitted to come inside, Leo?"
Maho giggled, her voice echoing like a beautiful wind chime throughout the breeze. "Welcome, little Nikora." She used his technical name, which Plue corrected politely. "Oh?" Maho blinked her thick lashes quickly, "You've been given a name by your Celestial Wizard?" Plue nodded, explaining that his master prefers to call him by another name which he finds endearing. Considering she hasn't been in the service of a Mage for centuries, hearing Plue speak so fondly of his master was unsettling for her. However, Maho was delighted to know that the sweet Nikora's key had landed in the hands of a lovely owner.
Plue and Maho enjoyed an hour of conversation together until the younger Spirit was suddenly summoned through his gate. Maho watched, managing to catch a glimpse of the Wizard through the portal. She saw a woman, fairly young, with golden hair and eyes of brown. The image only lasted for a second, but Maho was curious for more information. She knew the Wizard owned Leo's key, so she decided to go and pay the Lion Spirit a visit.
Hovering above the ground, locks of sliver toned hair floating in the air, Maho gently knocked on Leo's door. "It's Maho Tsukiko," she announced with a smile. "May I be permitted to come inside, Leo?"
Fred encouraged his brother's suggestion with a wink, the mischievous gleam of his eyes unmistakable. Hermione is their friend, but sometimes, she can become a tad crotchety and quite annoying. She's the type of person that's way too high strung, always prepared for something to happen, but never enjoys the spontaneous delights of day to day life. Well, the twins were going to change that. At least, they'd surely try and have fun while doing so, of course.
Harry, although he seemed rather quiet during the feast, was deeply troubled by this woman's sudden arrival to Hogwarts. Reasonably so, considering she elected to have him severely punished for just trying to protect himself and his ungrateful cousin from Dementors. Whatever plans she held for Hogwarts, Harry theorized, they wouldn't be pleasant changes. As the feast continued, Ron consuming a majority of the available food served at the Gryffindor table, Harry merely nibbled on some fruit. His behavior didn't go unnoticed by another student's amber eyes.
"Harry?" He knew the voice and immediately responded, tilting his eyes upwards and gently pushed his glasses back into place.
"Yeah, Ginny?"
The youngest Weasley extended a hand, quite literally shaking from her nervousness, and gently dropped it onto his own. "Is everything alright?" She could sense his troubled state of mind. All she wanted was to help, perhaps take away his anxiety a tad. However, the lad just offered a simple smile and assured her that he was fine. Even though Ginny knew he was lying, she didn't question him further.
By the time Dumbledore requested everyone return to their Common Rooms, Ginny and Hermione were both saddled with the responsibility of lugging an overstuffed Ron to the Gryffindor dorms. Harry watched, curiously, and rose an eyebrow in amusement as the two girls struggled. He'd offered his help, but they both declined to accept. Once he was left at the table with just the twins for company, Harry decided to retire for the night as well.
Fred waved him off, a wide set grin on the ginger-haired lad's face. "Y'know, George, Harry seems a bit more distraught than usual." The elder twin noted, rising from the table and leaned back slightly to stretch his back. "Come on, mates." Fred motioned his brother to follow and Robyn, "Let's head back."
* * *
Ravenclaw's table, the house of blue and bronze, was fairly vacant by the time both twins made their approach towards the exit. A few students lingered, those seated beside a girl with rather brilliant blue and lavender toned hair. Cho, Luna and this apparent Metamorphmagus, lifted their eyes when the twins happened to walk by their table side. Cho smiled, waving kindly. As did Luna, a sweet smile at her lips. The third female, well, she merely rolled her eyes and playfully stuck out her tongue.
The brightly colored female caught Fred's attention, she wasn't like the majority of other Ravenclaws. She actually carried a sense of humor, something he found endearing in anyone. Gently tugging on George's sleeve, Fred redirected them to the table. "Oi!" He called out loudly, startling Cho from her seat. "What's your name?"
Cho frowned, "It's Cho."
Fred laughed, "Not you. Her" He even pointed to the colorful girl for emphasis. "What's your name?"
Suddenly an airy laughter settled around the table, all eyes landed on Luna. "That's Hillary."
Fred smirked, crossing both arms. "What?" He leaned forward, placing himself dangerously close to the silent girl's face. "Can't you speak for yourself?"
Hillary, as she's been identified, smirked identical to Fred's own. "On the contrary, Gingersnap. I can articulate quite beautifully."
"Gingersnap?" Fred deadpanned, expression going blank. Cho and Luna giggled beneath their breaths, amused to see the famous trickster so taken back.
Harry, although he seemed rather quiet during the feast, was deeply troubled by this woman's sudden arrival to Hogwarts. Reasonably so, considering she elected to have him severely punished for just trying to protect himself and his ungrateful cousin from Dementors. Whatever plans she held for Hogwarts, Harry theorized, they wouldn't be pleasant changes. As the feast continued, Ron consuming a majority of the available food served at the Gryffindor table, Harry merely nibbled on some fruit. His behavior didn't go unnoticed by another student's amber eyes.
"Harry?" He knew the voice and immediately responded, tilting his eyes upwards and gently pushed his glasses back into place.
"Yeah, Ginny?"
The youngest Weasley extended a hand, quite literally shaking from her nervousness, and gently dropped it onto his own. "Is everything alright?" She could sense his troubled state of mind. All she wanted was to help, perhaps take away his anxiety a tad. However, the lad just offered a simple smile and assured her that he was fine. Even though Ginny knew he was lying, she didn't question him further.
By the time Dumbledore requested everyone return to their Common Rooms, Ginny and Hermione were both saddled with the responsibility of lugging an overstuffed Ron to the Gryffindor dorms. Harry watched, curiously, and rose an eyebrow in amusement as the two girls struggled. He'd offered his help, but they both declined to accept. Once he was left at the table with just the twins for company, Harry decided to retire for the night as well.
Fred waved him off, a wide set grin on the ginger-haired lad's face. "Y'know, George, Harry seems a bit more distraught than usual." The elder twin noted, rising from the table and leaned back slightly to stretch his back. "Come on, mates." Fred motioned his brother to follow and Robyn, "Let's head back."
* * *
Ravenclaw's table, the house of blue and bronze, was fairly vacant by the time both twins made their approach towards the exit. A few students lingered, those seated beside a girl with rather brilliant blue and lavender toned hair. Cho, Luna and this apparent Metamorphmagus, lifted their eyes when the twins happened to walk by their table side. Cho smiled, waving kindly. As did Luna, a sweet smile at her lips. The third female, well, she merely rolled her eyes and playfully stuck out her tongue.
The brightly colored female caught Fred's attention, she wasn't like the majority of other Ravenclaws. She actually carried a sense of humor, something he found endearing in anyone. Gently tugging on George's sleeve, Fred redirected them to the table. "Oi!" He called out loudly, startling Cho from her seat. "What's your name?"
Cho frowned, "It's Cho."
Fred laughed, "Not you. Her" He even pointed to the colorful girl for emphasis. "What's your name?"
Suddenly an airy laughter settled around the table, all eyes landed on Luna. "That's Hillary."
Fred smirked, crossing both arms. "What?" He leaned forward, placing himself dangerously close to the silent girl's face. "Can't you speak for yourself?"
Hillary, as she's been identified, smirked identical to Fred's own. "On the contrary, Gingersnap. I can articulate quite beautifully."
"Gingersnap?" Fred deadpanned, expression going blank. Cho and Luna giggled beneath their breaths, amused to see the famous trickster so taken back.
Whoever designed the female uniforms for Ouran Academy surely had a sick sense of humor. No question there. The uniforms are absolutely horrid! Well, technically the male uniforms are mediocre. However, the disgusting rags suited for the females, the designer should have been tortured for ever creating these things! At least, that's one opinion. More specifically, that's the opinion on Ouran's newest student. Attending Ouran wasn't exactly their idea, but something that was forced upon them.
"What a total drag," the new addition moaned in English, knowing that their voice wouldn't be comprehensible to a majority of the fellow students. Running both hands through an already tussled head of brunette hair, their slender fingers puffed out the several layers and truly gave them a shaggy 'bed-head' appearance. Not that they cared. Long bangs fell forward, hiding their slightly narrowed eyes of emerald. Shuffling the messenger bag balanced from their shoulder, the mysterious stranger approached the school's campus with little interest. They wandered around aimlessly, merely surveying the area.
Considering they weren't dressed in the standard uniform, quite a few curious and confused eyes landed on them. After all, a black tang top and camouflage pants are not exactly typical school attire. Tightened around their waist was a sliver studded belt and the metal chain of their wallet hung loosely from their pocket. A matching stud bracelet could be found on their left wrist. A purple and black stripped fingerless glove was worn on the right arm. Several rings, all white-gold, decorated their fingers. Basically, this student was not like the others.
Perhaps the oddest thing about them had to be the dark crimson guitar slung over their back. Coming to a halt at the massive staircase, the puzzled student managed to snag a student's attention. A fellow brunette, with eyes so wide they almost made the guy appear feminine to some degree. However, they clearly wore the male uniform. "Oi, where is the main office?" The uniformed student rose a brow, their expression clearly frazzled.
Realizing that this student didn't know any English, the questioning stranger tried again, this time speaking Japanese. "Know where the main office is?" Even with a thick British accent, their Japanese seemed adequate enough.
"Oh, down the hall and to the right, first door."
"Thanks, dude!"
Haruhi frowned, What a weird....girl. Hmm, she must be new or something. Maybe Kyouya knows.
"What a total drag," the new addition moaned in English, knowing that their voice wouldn't be comprehensible to a majority of the fellow students. Running both hands through an already tussled head of brunette hair, their slender fingers puffed out the several layers and truly gave them a shaggy 'bed-head' appearance. Not that they cared. Long bangs fell forward, hiding their slightly narrowed eyes of emerald. Shuffling the messenger bag balanced from their shoulder, the mysterious stranger approached the school's campus with little interest. They wandered around aimlessly, merely surveying the area.
Considering they weren't dressed in the standard uniform, quite a few curious and confused eyes landed on them. After all, a black tang top and camouflage pants are not exactly typical school attire. Tightened around their waist was a sliver studded belt and the metal chain of their wallet hung loosely from their pocket. A matching stud bracelet could be found on their left wrist. A purple and black stripped fingerless glove was worn on the right arm. Several rings, all white-gold, decorated their fingers. Basically, this student was not like the others.
Perhaps the oddest thing about them had to be the dark crimson guitar slung over their back. Coming to a halt at the massive staircase, the puzzled student managed to snag a student's attention. A fellow brunette, with eyes so wide they almost made the guy appear feminine to some degree. However, they clearly wore the male uniform. "Oi, where is the main office?" The uniformed student rose a brow, their expression clearly frazzled.
Realizing that this student didn't know any English, the questioning stranger tried again, this time speaking Japanese. "Know where the main office is?" Even with a thick British accent, their Japanese seemed adequate enough.
"Oh, down the hall and to the right, first door."
"Thanks, dude!"
Haruhi frowned, What a weird....girl. Hmm, she must be new or something. Maybe Kyouya knows.
So sorry. Things have been really crazy lately.
Maho Tsukiko
The Truthful Moon
Physically Appears Twenty-Four
Celestial Spirit
Female
Considering she's the physical embodiment of the Moon, Maho closely resembles the supernatural features of this magnificent element. Eyes of grey outlined with a thick ring of black. Underneath the night sky, especially when standing directly below the moon, her eyes radiate a brilliant glow. Extremely fair skin, although it doesn't appear a sickly shade of pale. She has locks of sliver hair, highlighted with a few single strands of black. Maho likes to wear a variety of flowers in her hair and sometimes adds in a few leaves or something else for decoration. Both of her ears are pierced, seven holes in each. Perhaps her most noticeable feature is the curved moon displayed in the center of her forehead. Maho usually wears dresses, but she isn't against wearing more casual clothing when in the human world. However, she hasn't been summoned to the human world for nearly a century.
✔ Chocolate & Mints ✔ Soda & Boba Tea ✔ Reading ✔ Animals ✔ Children
✘ Tofu ✘ Spicy Foods ✘ Coffee ✘ Spiders ✘ Snakes ✘ Impolite Behavior ✘ Narrow Mindedness ✘ Flying ✘ Physical Confrontation
✘ Sleazy Women
Maho, as to be expected from such an ancient spirit (she's only a few years younger than the Spirit King), is rather traditional in her beliefs and doesn't adjust easily to new situations. She's extremely polite, speaks with excellent articulation and presents herself with the grace and pose of a Goddess. Maho doesn't frequently display her negative personality traits, but they do exist. For example, when forced into a state of pure anger...she's quite lethal and has a reputation for commanding the seas (something that deeply upsets Aquarius). These occasions are rare, though. Maho is loyal, to a fault. She won't hesitate to protect those that are precious in her heart. Even if this requires her tremendous pain.
When Leo, the Leader of the Zodiac Spirits, was banished from the Spirit World...Maho immediately became consumed with depression. For the first year of his banishment, the human world was forced to endure devastating storms and radical shifts in the Moon's behavior. All a result of Maho's distraught state. Eventually, Maho was able to focus on her duties in the Spirit World and realized the trouble she was causing the humans.
As a Spirit, Maho is capable of Magic and can sustain herself for up to a week in the human world before returning to the Spirit World. She isn't the strongest Spirit, especially considering she isn't a member of the Zodiac, but she has impressive strength. Maho's abilities usually involve the skies, stars, weather and ocean. When summoned during the daylight, Maho is quite weak in battle. However, when summoned during a Full Moon, Maho becomes incredibly powerful.
Finally posted!
A single feather, black like the night, floated gracefully outside her window. Curious at the sight, the young maiden approached her window and gently set a hand onto the glass. She didn't seem bothered by the cold temperature, and simply continued to watch as the winds gently carried the feather away. "I wonder where that feather is going to land?" Her thoughts were spoken aloud, though no one was around to listen.
* * *
Bunnymund, along with the others, fell silent when a feather suddenly landed at their feet. It wasn't from Tooth, her feathers radiated with brilliant colors, this feather was a single shade of black. Confused at the display, Bunnymund looked up to North and questioned what was happening. "Something is wrong, isn't it?" He really didn't have to ask, but did so anyways.
* * *
Bunnymund, along with the others, fell silent when a feather suddenly landed at their feet. It wasn't from Tooth, her feathers radiated with brilliant colors, this feather was a single shade of black. Confused at the display, Bunnymund looked up to North and questioned what was happening. "Something is wrong, isn't it?" He really didn't have to ask, but did so anyways.
Banner didn't need to thank her, but the gesture was sweet all the same. Assuring him that she didn't mind at all, Nydella smiled happily. "Take care of yourself, Banner." He nodded in response, walking down the hallway towards his laboratory. Nydella showed no indication that she caught another's presence approaching, yet offered Hawkeye a smile when he announced himself at her side.
"Are you ready to go?" He looked down at the bag held in one of her hands, reasoning it contained medical supplies of some sort.
Nydella nodded, "Yes. Let's get moving."
Together they entered the plane and left in different directions. Hawkeye, to no surprise, joined Natasha at the pilot's chair. Meanwhile, Nydella advanced towards Tony Stark, already wearing a warm smile and kindly waved as she came closer. "Shouldn't you be strapped in?" Nydella teased playfully, seating herself and strapping in. "The plane will be leaving soon."
"Ma'am?" Someone spoke softly, their voice barely caught by her ears. Nydella turned, searching for the speaker. Suddenly her eyes landed on the impressive build of the famed blond solider. Immediately she blushed darkly along the tops of both cheeks. "Captain Rogers," she purposely left out his Alias.
Steve smiled, politely extending his hand. "Pleasure to meet you...."
"Nydella," she answered quickly. "But, Nyde or Ny is also fine. Everyone around her calls me Doc, anyway.
"Are you ready to go?" He looked down at the bag held in one of her hands, reasoning it contained medical supplies of some sort.
Nydella nodded, "Yes. Let's get moving."
Together they entered the plane and left in different directions. Hawkeye, to no surprise, joined Natasha at the pilot's chair. Meanwhile, Nydella advanced towards Tony Stark, already wearing a warm smile and kindly waved as she came closer. "Shouldn't you be strapped in?" Nydella teased playfully, seating herself and strapping in. "The plane will be leaving soon."
"Ma'am?" Someone spoke softly, their voice barely caught by her ears. Nydella turned, searching for the speaker. Suddenly her eyes landed on the impressive build of the famed blond solider. Immediately she blushed darkly along the tops of both cheeks. "Captain Rogers," she purposely left out his Alias.
Steve smiled, politely extending his hand. "Pleasure to meet you...."
"Nydella," she answered quickly. "But, Nyde or Ny is also fine. Everyone around her calls me Doc, anyway.
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