#Bebe of Zenith

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

I'm kinda sad that bebe and sissi don't know about the curse during the FINAL/enchantix year?

Yeah. Sorry, I am unsure if Sissi and Bebe were/are officially Guardians of the Supernatural... Unlike Stella Junior (who got this position thanks to High Queen Roxy's recommendation), who became one for only a short while, thanks to being bitten by a mutated staryummy.

[werewolfsister]

Zora OCs— bebe

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[pursimuove]

Ando um pouco acima do chão / I walk a little above the ground (English translation below)

Ando um pouco acima do chão
Nesse lugar onde costumam ser atingidos 
Os pássaros
Um pouco acima dos pássaros
No lugar onde costumam inclinar-se
Para o voo

Tenho medo do peso morto
Porque é um ninho desfeito

Estou ligeiramente acima do que morre
Nessa encosta onde a palavra é como pão
Um pouco na palma da mão que divide
E não separo como o silêncio em meio do que escrevo

Ando ligeiro acima do que digo
E verto o sangue para dentro das palavras
Ando um pouco acima da transfusão do poema

Ando humildemente nos arredores do verbo
Passageiro num degrau invisível sobre a terra
Nesse lugar das árvores com fruto e das árvores
No meio de incêndios
Estou um pouco no interior do que arde
Apagando-me devagar e tendo sede
Porque ando acima da força a saciar quem vive
E esmago o coração para o que desce sobre mim

E bebe


© 1998, Daniel Faria
Poesia. Quasi, Vila Nova de Famalicão, 2003

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I walk a little above the ground
In that place where birds 
Are usually hit.
A little above the birds
In the place where they usually lean forward
To take flight

I fear dead weight
Because it is a scattered nest

I am slightly above what dies
On that slope where the word is like bread
A little in the palm of the hand that breaks it
And like the silence that attends my writing I do not separate 

I walk lightly above what I say
And I pour blood into my words
I walk a little above the poem’s transfusion

I walk humbly through the word’s outskirts
A passer-by one invisible step above earth
In that place of trees with fruit and trees
Engulfed by fire
I’m a little inside what burns
Slowly dwindling and feeling thirsty
Because I walk above power to satiate whoever lives
And I squeeze my heart out for what descends on me

And drinks

© Translation: 2004, Richard Zenith

Fonte: bit.ly/2OEt6Ze

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Soprado por Luís Caetano (A Vida Breve)

[labratatouille]

Teaser for the upcoming Tweek x Craig fic for the space AU that made me cry

Craig is a stranded astronaut while Tweek is an alien struggling to survive on his planet, neither expect their hearts to warm. It’s gay. Aiming for between 60k-90k words.

Oh and Craig’s best friend (surrogate brother) Tolkien thinks he’s dead and struggles to forgive himself for sending Craig to space, lol it’s a shipwreck

(no pun intended, cried writing the funeral scene 👍)

Time slowed as a chilling realization washed over him – this could be the end. Craig’s breath caught in his throat, the gravity of the situation pulling him into a surreal detachment. Death, an unwelcome companion, loomed close. Too close.

With trembling hands, Craig reached for the intercom. “Tolkien,” he choked out, the word heavy with an unspoken farewell.

Tolkien’s voice crackled in desperation, “Craig, what’s happening? You can’t—”

“I don’t know if I’m making it, Tolkien,” Craig admitted, his voice strained.

Silence echoed through the intercom as Craig faced the abyss. Panic swirled around him, the symphony of chaos reaching its zenith. In a heartbreaking moment, he felt a pang of regret – the weight of unspoken words and unfinished stories. He closed his eyes, preparing, apologising.

Tolkien’s frantic shouts echoed through the intercom, a symphony of desperation mirroring Craig’s internal turmoil. The red glow of warning lights painted the cockpit in a foreboding hue. Craig tightened his seatbelt with a trembling hand, bracing for the impact that loomed in the abyss.

In those harrowing seconds, he whispered a final goodbye to his brother, a quiet acknowledgment of the premature ending of their friendship. His eyes shut tight, blocking out the impending doom. The symphony of panic, the metallic wails, and Tolkien’s desperate pleas faded into a haunting silence.

For a fleeting moment, the universe held its breath.

Then, blazing light.

Impact.

The fic will act as a prequel for the ‘main’ fic featuring the team of 7

AKA: Captain Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Bebe, Butters, and Wendy

I’m writing the Creek fic both in the name of world building and also because in the ‘main’ fic the plot will revolve more around the team of 7 and these guys deserve to have their story told because my imagination is a horrendous place

Also Tolkien is tragic in the plot plan I’ve got for this AU, I’m sorry. The man hurts. And also believes his best friend is dead for literal years.

AO3: lab_ratatouille, thank you for checking out the story teaser!!

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pt. 10, into the lion’s den pt. 3 (doc && una’vi)

oh this one was a doozy. being brand new to doc’s romance, we’re winging it here because we only just finished chapter two-

psa: please write more doc fanfictions. i love him.

written: 8.15.19. word count: 3,563

════ ⋆★⋆ ════ character song: in the name of love, martin garrix & bebe rexha

character file: jedi master una'vi havelzy, heroine of tython, archiban ‘doc’ kimble

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four years ago.

“would you please be more careful from now on, beautiful? marring that pretty face of yours doesn’t bode well for either of us.” doc’s skilled fingers rub kolto salve over the long cut from her shoulder to breastbone. “that’s definitely going to scar.”

“i don’t know whether you’ve noticed, but everything scars.” una'vi responds, hissing as the cold liquid is brushed against the slowly healing wound. he’s trying to be as gentle as possible, but she’s relieved when the gel begins to ebb away the pain, drying on her olive skin. “you should know.”

“as your only still functioning doctor or as your boyfriend?” doc questions as her face reddens. una'vi walked into that one, and was too slow to keep the words from gaining such a tone. he bandages the cut, and once he cuts of the end he looks directly into her eyes, “hey, in all seriousness i’m glad you’re still alive.”

“thank you.” she says, voice softening as she fixes the strap of her bra. “i’ll try to stay that way a bit longer.”

“guess that’s all i can ask for.” he shrugs as she rolls her eyes as she slips her shirt back on, trying not to stretch her arm too far in either direction. he stops her just before she stands from the bed, brushing a hair back from her messy haircut. their eyes meet, just for a split second before he tilts her chin up a few millimeters to meet his lips.

una'vi tries not to recoil, she does. but this is still new to her, as flirtatous as she can be towards him, kisses still are foreign territory. it’s short, but sweet. and she adores every moment of it. “alright, as much as i love you, i still have things to do.” he says as she fidgets with her warm hands.

“other than me?” she asks sarcastically, nearly egging him on as she wraps her arms around her neck and pushes herself off the medbay’s cot to wrap her legs around his waist. doc’s off balance for just a moment before he adjust his arms to hold her under her thighs. her sky blue eyes twinkle with mischief as his brown orbs look up at her knowingly.

“fine, fine. one more.” that turned into two more, and then three. and then, she ended up in his lap, whispering sweet nothings to one another.

-

“what do you mean she’s missing?!” kiveqil’s reaction wan’t much better, as they all sit around the active holoterminal, masters satele and iresso (he thinks it’s iresso, it may still be unara. doc has more pressing matters to find out, like where his wife is) in various forms of shock. “doc, you didn’t think to tell us?”

“she said she was visiting family, she told you!” he argues back. it’s only partially true, and he’s hoping kiveqil can’t tell. nothing ever gets past his girlfriend’s master, but this wasn’t the time. “she was supposed to be back by now…”

“i was never informed of this.” kiveqil says sharply. it was odd, the zabrak jedi rarely if ever got angry with anyone on the ship, even annoyed. however, even doc knew it’d been a stressful week (stressful life for some of them) for kiveqil, and let him have his space as he paced back and forth around the holoterminal. “you knew that we were needed for the mission to alderaan, and you let her go anyways.”

“hey, i’m not standing in the way of a woman and her family. so little of us have family to go back to anyways.” he responds, crossing his arms. the face that una'vi had given him when she’d said she was visiting her family was one of purity. he wasn’t sure how long it’d been since she and her family seen each other last, but he really did figure letting her go was best. “you really think i wanted her to go missing?”

“calm yourselves, please.” master iresso rubs her temples in annoyance with their bickering, “doctor-”

“doc.”

if a jedi could look like they were going to snap purely out of annoyance with the doctor of the defender, the blonde jedi was the epitome of it. “doc, you mentioned that una'vi hasn’t answered her holo in the last forty eight hours, correct?”

“that would be right.” he’s not choking up. no, he’s not. she was supposed to answer, always. in case it was an emergency and she was needed on the ship again. una'vi never skipped his calls, in fact always seemed ecstatic to answer them. he hadn’t done anything to set her off, he thinks.

“it’s not like her to miss or skip calls.” kiveqil answers, turning from doc to the holoterminal. “master satele, she hasn’t returned to tython?”

“no one has reported seeing her after we put out the alert. no other masters have answered either.” satele responds. “i’m giving command of this operation to you, master delux. you can continue with the alderaan mission, or you can send agents in your place to search for master havelzy while the peace talks occur.”

“i will still attend, whatever your decision master delux. if we can learn about the sith here and now, we should not pass up this opportunity.” master iresso responds. “you may look for your former padawan, and the mission will go on.”

kiveqil hesitates before answering, before turning to his wife. “kira, do you think you can head the search for una'vi while on planet?”

“it’d be difficult, especially if we’re staying in the thul palace. the imperials are going to be watching us, sith or otherwise.” kira answers, pacing. doc recognizes the genuine concern, una'vi and kira were as close as sisters when kira was a newly graduated knight and she was barely more than a padawan. “i think searching for a jedi knight, a known hero of the republic, would set off a few alarms.”

“t7, could you run a search on the holonet while we’re gone?” kiveqil turns to the astromech, who chirps sadly.

“t7 = capable. t7 =  will find una'vi at all costs.” he answers, a piece in his head whirring as he goes about his task.

“then kira and i will still go down to alderaan. there’s no need for you to go at this alone, master iresso.” kiveqil says, restabalizing his voice. “doc, did she say anything specific about where she was going? i wasn’t aware una'vi had any family.”

“said something about balmorra, little outpost near bugtown.” as the words leave him, he regrets them as master iresso’s face changes into one of concern.

“doctor, you are aware of revolt occurring on balmorra, yes?”

“i am.”

“then you would also know of the recent flare in imperial activity near bugtown?” she says, a touch of sarcasm toning her voice. “zenith and i were there before the fighting started.”

kiveqil cocks an eyebrow that asks how the kriffing hell did you not know this at him, and he tries not to make contact with either jedi. “is an extraction plan a viable option?”

“that would be a negative, master jedi.” rusk responds, nearly making him jump out of his skin. “chances of finding the other jedi and returning without being wounded is 26%, without the possibility of sith interference, which lowers it 17%.”

they’re all silent for a moment as they soak in what the sergeant had just told them. “o..okay then. master iresso, the mission continues. do you know of anyone who could assist, possibly a balmorran native or someone who knows the planet?”

she doesn’t even think, “zenith. as a politician and ambassador to the planet, he knows balmorra inside and out, as well as having connections to the resistance. they could search for her while we’re undercover on alderaan.”

“it sounds like a sound plan.” satele nods. “i hope she is found, and soon.”

“you and me both.” kiveqil says. “i’ll see both of you soon.”

the two women on the holo nod as they each sign off the holoterminal. kiveqil is similarily rubbing his temples as doc can’t help but cross his arms. he’s beginning to regret letting his wife leave the defender on her own. and he has to realize it’s not just him either, kira is concerned for her best friend, and kiveqil is concerned for his padawan. he’s not sure what sort of relationship she had with rusk, but she was surprisingly friendly with scourge.

“i’ll be back, archie.” she drawls out, grinning. her teeth are just a little uneven, a gap in between her two front teeth that never got fixed. her dark, midnight black hair curls around her ears, freshly cut. (by herself, but steadily done in front of a mirror instead of with a knife. it was still messy but cute, just as he knew her for) “i’m not going away forever.”

“i know gorgeous, but who’s going to spend these long days in the midst of space with me?” she rolls her eyes as she presses a kiss to his cheek, shifting her bag’s weight to her opposite shoulder.

“i’m sure kiv would be happy to spend a day with you.” she says, giggling. doc knows that it would be the opposite (the master jedi sees him as a bit amoral and unable to know when enough was enough), without the sense of humor and greyishness (apparently grey jedi were such a thing, and una'vi was considered one) una'vi was known for, the day would be long without her. “i’m kidding, but i’ll be back before you know it.”

“i hate to see you leave, but i love to see you go.” she cocks her head in confusion as she has to think the sentence through, confused by his intentions. however, she shakes her head and throws her arms around him. his lips brush hers, just for a moment before she jogs out the defender to the awaiting orbital station.

like any good man, he misses her. like any good doctor, he’s concerned for her well-being. possibly, she was captured…or worse. stars, whatever state she’s in, he prays he can save her. she’s come back from worse, broken ankles, a concussion at one point, a displaced shoulder, you name it, his wife had survived it. how, he blamed the force.

“doc, do you know what family she was visiting?” kiveqil asks, as t7 rolls out of the room, rusk marching out behind him. “mother, father…siblings? does she have siblings?”

“isn’t she your padawan? how didn’t you know she had family left?” he asks, genuinely curious. he figured with how close they’d been even before he’d met una'vi, that kiv would’ve known some basic things about her.

“she’s your wife.” kiveqil answers. “most jedi who come to the temple don’t have family. i figured una'vi was part of the 80%.”

“well, she mentioned her mother and brother. she didn’t say anything about her family being behind enemy lines or anything, so she should be okay. maybe she just had bad service at the last check in?” he’s hoping, going on out on any limb that he can.

“it’s possible. remember ord mantell?” kira turns to kiveqil. “the service was just bad in the orbital station. maybe she thought the holo went out, and hasn’t checked in since because of it.”

“that seems too convienent. if that was the case, we’d at least get a garbled message.” the jedi master responds. “t7’s running his scans and such, and so is the council. while we’re gone on alderaan, i’d like it if both of you assist with the search.”

“you’d better believe i’m finding her, kiv.” he responds. first and foremost. forget getting published, forget the hospitals. he was una'vi havelzy’s first, doctor second.

“i will…assist in the search.” scourge responds, like a large black and red shadow he emerges from the the doorway. “if we must, i will bring the jedi home.”

kiveqil hesitates before answering. “good. t7 and rusk both know these ground rules, but i want to extend them to both of you. do not contact kira or i unless it is an emergency. and i mean, not 'i’m out of shampoo’ emergency. the defender had better be on fire, because this mission is very fragile. we were lucky to even be able to attend, and finding out what we can about the sith is priority one. if we can prevent even one major battle, then we will.”

“understood, jedi.” scourge says. he nods.

once scourge and kiveqil leave, kira wanders over to him, hands behind her back as he moves to leave, playing with the silver band on his ring finger. “doc, you know we’ll find her. una’s fine, she’s a natural born survivalist.”

“she can’t even start her own fire without something else catching.” he deadpans. that, is wholely true. one camping trip in on alderaan, and doc swore off ever going again as he had to help her pat out her traveling gear and put kolto salve on a first degree burn on her hand. not a fun trip, but it proved his point. una was a woman of action, and sadly, she may have skipped her survival safety day at the temple. dropping her into the middle of a warzone, with or without weapons may have been a death sentence.

“it’s just you seem nervous…scared. which is of course, natural i guess. but really, who’s going to kidnap a girl with two lightsabers and the force?” kira asks.

“the sith?”

kira pauses for a moment before answering, gaping like a fish before she closes her mouth, settling on a more comforting answer than a sarcastic one. “you’re right i guess, but have hope. it’ll be okay.”

kira leaves as he makes his way back to the medbay. by the stars he hopes she’s right.

-

“edda?” the green nautolon woman turns around, smiling. “chae needs another blanket.”

“i’ll get right on that, una!” she chirps, speeding off in the other direction. she’s fast for a woman her height, only 5"3. una'vi smiles contently as she curls her dark hair around her index finger as she heads into the next room on her list. a small chiss female with her two sons running around her hospital room smiles silently. una'vi only knows her as idressil, possibly mispronounced by her toddler sons, a victim of war at an outpost near sobrik when the resistance led an attack on the city. losing her voice box, the chiss woman stays at the hospital to possibly receive another and to be treated for third degree burns. her sons, gavil and lovee, are rambunctious but lovable. like all the patients here, she enjoys their company.

idressil nods first to the boys, who are fixated on the umbaran train rolling around it’s set on the ground and then gives her a weak smile. una'vi nods in response, it means the boys are fine and she isn’t in enough pain to warrant another IV drip.

she would’ve loved to bring doc with her, given he’d try flirting with everything that had a pulse (something that gave her anxiety on a regular basis, but she’d keep that to herself if it kept this dysfunctional relationship alive), but he was literally a doctor. he’d be more help to these people than she was, and she served as a warm face to remember to keep up the good fight. however, knowing her crew, leaving them with only kira and kiveqil for healing, they’d be dead within a matter of days. otherwise, she would’ve brought him to meet her family. she’d sent a holo, a quick one, to her husband to remind him to pick her up on the orbital station later tonight, after her last dinner with her family (strangely, he hadn’t responded. he always responded to her messages). as a balmorran refugee, una'vi had been sent to the temple just a bit after the age of six, and hadn’t seen her family since. being with the other olive skinned and dark haired members of her family always warranted a smile as she hugged her stepfather and mother, and newfound younger stepsister.

it was odd at first, as they waved at each other from across the foyer like strangers (given, they were). but after only a few hours together, it was like they’d grown up together, losing track of time and only laughing once they glanced at a chrono, realizing it was nearly time for bed. ky'li ran her fingers through her haphazardly cut hair, commenting she loved her spunky style, and una'vi braided hers, absolutely adoring the silky smooth hair that flowed between her fingers. though related, ky'li wasn’t force-sensitive, but was good with a saberstaff. she spent the last three days teaching her the jedi’s various forms, and after watching her duel a resistance captain, una'vi’s confident her family will be just fine without her.

(it’s also hilarious watching a 5"5 human woman go ham on a 6"3 muscular cathar resistance captain. she got a holovid of it to watch when she leaves.)

the jedi master is just rounding the corner, almost running into her stepsister as the hospital shakes, the lights flickering as screaming erupts. holding on for dear life, she and her sister grip each other’s forearms. it’s not long after the shaking stops that everything goes pitch black after something hits her hard, and she loses her grip on her sister.

it’s another few minutes before she feels safe to move. or at least, until she comes to. she panics, feeling trapped. something heavy is on her chest as she shifts, another unknown object causing a stabbing pain in her chest as she cries out. she hears someone moving near her as she croaks out a strangled, “ky'li!”

calling out on the force, she can sense someone else slightly above her as she forces her eyes open. the stabbing pain lifts from her chest as her lungs fill with air, and the light floods her eyes as she chokes. sitting up nearly immediatly, crying out as her side cramps. her hand flies to the area, as her hands come away sticky with blood.

immediate situation, right.

nothing seems broken (maybe a rib or two, that’d happened once before and doc had chastised her for it), so stock is good. death isn’t in the cards just yet.

trying to force herself up, a shadow is in the way of the sun. how long has it been? the sun is up again? she’d been at the hospital in the late evening. her heart rate is only going up, and as soon as she finds out what’s going on, her endorphins will kick down a couple of notches.

looking up as she shadows her eyes, she almost scrambles backwards in fear. it’s a dark clad twi’lek, however not the pale kind that usually populate republic space. a lightsaber hangs from his waist as her eyes widen in fear. somehow, through the madness, her own twin lightsabers remain clipped to her own belt.

he looks around with disinterest before extending a gloved hand to her. hesitating as her heart nearly beats out of her chest, she allows him to pull her up. cringing in the heat of the sun and as her side bleeds, he begins channeling something as purple light surrounds him. her hands go for her sabers as soon as he does, and he stops.

“that’s right, if you try to kill me, i try to kill you.” she huffs through the pain.

he looks confused for a moment before returning to a cold, arrogant face. “if i were trying to kill you, i wouldn’t have saved you from certain death under all that rubble. now let me heal you.”

he has a near perfect imperial accent, which she figures is odd. from her basic knowledge, it’s said the empire didn’t particularily like non-humans. and this one, was a sith. odd.

but the words fade from her mind as a warm feeling fills her body, flowing through her limbs as the wound loses it’s edge. her heart slows as she slumps into his arms involuntarily as he mumbles what she assumes is a curse under his breath. “i’m going to need you to walk should you survive this.”

she tries to shake her head back into a correct state of mind. “feeling…loopy. what’d you do…t-to me?”

“a basic healing ritual. i didn’t expect it to have such effects, but it must have worked much better than originally expected.” he sounds as if he’s making notes of this, “you seem to be of the jedi archetype. i will bring you back to sobrik, until you are well and i can release you into the plains of balmorra without having your death on my conscience.”

“you shall…do no such t-thing.” she slurs through her words, trying to fight back against the black that clouds her eyes for what she believes to be the second time today. “lemme go.”

he rolls his startling amber yellow eyes. “that was not a choice nor an option, jedi.”

she doesn’t struggle as sleep overtakes her weak form. the last thing she remembers is him bending down a bit to fit an arm underneath her knees and another under her back to support her into a bridal carry.

-

sho’jka??? what are you doing in this fanfiction-

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

Stella Junior is back at Alfea College of Fairies. She knew that this will be her final year. She must do her best to earn her Enchantix, the final fairy form in her formal educational journey to become a fully-fledged fairy. Once she earns it, she will get access into the training exercises. If she is honing her fairy abilities, she can get away from her curse. Speaking of the curse, Stella Junior cover her pointy ears with her hands, side-eyeing other students who are in their own little friend group catching up on their summer vacation. They notice Stella Junior and starting to whispers about her. Great. The princess hope that nobody notice her new appearance, but now they do. Stella Junior wonders if she could conjure up sunglasses to hide her eyes.

As Stella Junior ponder on thinking about hiding her physical appearance, two girls, twins. One have blue eyes and another girl have brown eyes. They have purple coloured hair in different hairstyles; one is short straight and the other is in twin tails with grey highlights. By what they wearing, they are identify as Zenithian human fairies. Their name are Bebe and Sissi, twin daughter of Timothy and The Guardian Fairy of Zenith, Tecna the Fairy of Technology and Technomagic.

“Hey Stella Junior!”, Bebe greeted. Stella Junior is happy to see her friends are here. “Hey girls!”

The three girls embrace themselves in a group hug. It have been so long. She absolutely miss them. Her time on Earth was a lot to pack for The Princess of Solaria, at least she can spent what is left of her normalcy here for the time being.

“We miss you so much! How was your time on Earth?” Sissi asked. “We didn’t see you.”

“Oh, well… That because I spent time in the city of Townsville. It was good. I made good memories here and I guess some friends…” Stella Junior explained to her friends. “Although High Queen Roxy assigned me to be a protector of the magical sect, for a short while… *sigh* I realized I am not ready than I believed. Hopefully I will be ready to become an actual guardian.”

Stella Junior pulled a sad smile, but then become nervous that it shifts to a frown.

Why is she so scare? They are just her friends.

‘Sisi and Bebe are just being concern about me,” Stella Junior thought.

Bebe notices her friend’s new look and sudden behaviour.

“Hey, what with the new look?” Bebe asked, looking concerned at Stella Junior.

Stella Junior flinched and is in tense. She is too quiet to answer.

“Stel-,”

*RI-NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG*!

Saves by the bell, Stella Junior runs inside the school to go to the auditorium for the Welcome Ceremony.

“Stella Junior!” Both Bebe and Sissi said her name, however Stella Junior ignores them.

Stella Junior, Bebe, and Sissi belong to @gloriousdreamunknown

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The former Zenith hero group was nothing if not stubborn. Powerless and constantly recounting the betrayal of their leader, they still refused to give up.... but there was only so much that could be done.

The former Nova, Sara - Anomaly as she now claimed- had dissapeared after stealing their powers. A few helpers went looking for her and gave up. Most heroes that knew her just refused to help because she couldn't possibly have become corrupt. Some were still looking, assuming that she had been possessed or otherwise mind controlled.

Out of the team itself, Spectre -Raina- was hit the most by the revelation. As much as she wanted to go into denial, she refused to. Even without powers they were still a team and she was the next leader. It hurt that people who could actually help them didn't believe her first hand experience, even though it was her sister. Yet nothing cut as deep as when she called her birth mother for help and only ended up in an argument. She hung up before she could even ask.

Bebe didn't even bother trying. Without being able to turn into a swarm of bees, she was just a normal girl. Something she'd never admitted she actually wanted. She made flyers, handouts that were both missing person posters and warnings. But otherwise she distanced herself from the group in order to find a new sense of normality. She even dropped her hero name of Queen Bee.

Lyre -Kevin- found himself stuck in the middle. He was constantly between Bebe and Raina, just trying to hold the group together. His only relief was knowing that Whitley wasn't going anywhere.

And then there was Cell -Whitley.

He'd been around for all of the talks, all of the begging for help, all off the fallout. When nothing was happening, he sighed and told them he'd be back. There was someone he had to talk to.

"I didn't expect you to visit." The Professor leaned on the doorframe. "Finally come around?"

"We need your help." Whitley couldn't meet his eyes, a tinge of desperation already in his voice.

The Professor's eyes narrowed. "We?"

"Please." He glanced up, "Nova went rogue! She betrayed us, betrayed family even, and-"

He cut him off with a hiss "Don't speak to me about betraying family, boy. I'm obviously not the good guy. Take her down yourself."

"Please-" he repeated, looking him in the eye now because the tears blurred his face anyway, "Please! We've tried everything, called in everyone! I- we- can't stop Anomaly. We can't even get close enough to try! The last time she-"

The professor raised an eyebrow at his pause.

"-Please, you're our only hope."

"I'm not Obi Wan either." He slammed the door in his face and locked it.

Unfortunately he was only a few steps from the door when it opened again.

"You kept the key?" He turned to face Whitley again.

The hero stepped in and closed the door behind him. "I know I never visited, but since when have I thrown important things away?"

"Oh how touching." His hand titled towards his face as his voice dripped with sarcasm. "I'm still not helping you. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't."

"Would it change your mind if you knew she took our powers too?"

He froze.

"I'm sorry we clashed like we did, I really am. Maybe it would've been easier if I stayed in contact. But right now I need help finding and taking down someone I'm not even sure can be taken down and honestly no one I know can understand what both sides are going through more than you."

He shook his head, "Why? Because I tried to do the same thing without a power that actually let me? Or because what power I had was stripped away by her and your little friends?"

"Both."

"You say she betrayed family, but from what you told me before... the incident.... wasn't she already disconnected from her mother?" He questioned, "Nothing much like backstabbing someone close."

He ignored the venom in the last sentence, "Well, there's also the fact that she took the powers of her sister..."

"Wait, Spectre's her sister?" He started circling in place.

"...Yes. Dad, you were able to find us before easily enough, I know you could find her!"

"That's because I put a tracker on you." He mumbled.

Whitney's eyes widened, but he shook of the feeling. "You- It doesn't matter now. You're brilliant! I'm sure you can think of something. You won't be alone."

"Did you tell the others you were. Coming to me?" He stopped.

A sigh, "No. But I know I can bring them around! Lyre will go with Spectre's choice and Spectre is frankly desperate at this point. She won't give up, but without a breakthrough she'll run herself into the ground."

"What about the queen bee?"

"She's... already distancing herself. We could probably get her to help once there's actually a plan, but otherwise she'll stay out of it. She's the most likely to be upset that you're helping, if she bothers to care at all."

He pondered for a while more.

Just as Whitley thought he was going to deny him once again, he sighed. "Fine. I'll help. But you have to be there whenever I interact with any of them. If you aren't, they better be prepared with an explanation."

"That's doable." He nodded. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me until we've brought her down."

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Prompt #2152

“I am not the good guy,” [villain] snapped. “Take them down yourself.”

[Sidekick] scittered in front of them, hands held up in a mimicry of prayer. “Please, please, I’ve tried everything, called in everyone, and I- we- none of us can stop [hero]. We can’t even get close enough to find out what’s wrong. Please, [villain]. You’re our only hope.”

“I’m not Obi Wan either,” they retorted, and slammed the door in [sidekick]’s face.

[sparklyfly]

[Chocolate love] 

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{Clothes} ♥ Dress: =Zenith= Offshore schoolgirl (ALL)Maitreya / Legacy @N21 21/01 ♥ Boots: =Zenith= Offshore schoolgirl (ALL)Maitreya / Legacy @N21 21/01

{Cosmetics} ♥ Nails: -SU!- Livana Bento Nails 01 (MAITREYA) COMMON

[sparklyfly]

[Mr. Taxi, I’m going quickly]

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{Body} ♥ Head: Genus project - Genus Babyface ♥ Body: Maitreya Lara ♥ Skin: Avoixs / BEBE Skin / Genus ♥ Eyes: {S0NG} :: Ayane // Black Eye ♥ Ears: VCO ~ Sera’s Ear 003 ♥ Eyelashes: More more. genus eyelashes 3 type ♥ Hair: *barberyumyum* P10(03)(Unpacked)

{Clothes} ♥ Outfit: =Zenith= Winter Coat /Scarf/Skirt/Bag (ALL)  @Collabor88 08/01

{Accessories} ♥ Earrings: CHU-ING. REINA LOOK. 10

{Cosmetics} ♥ Eyeliner: Avoixs / RINA Liner / Genus ♥ Lipstick: Avoixs / NINA Lips / Genus

[sparklyfly]

[Ready for a date]

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{Body} ♥ Head: Genus project - Genus Babyface ♥ Body: Maitreya Lara ♥ Skin: Avoixs / BEBE Skin / Genus ♥ Eyes: {S0NG} :: Ayane // Black Eye ♥ Eyelashes: More more. genus eyelashes 3 type ♥ Hair: [KRR] Ruyi Hair (Browns) 

{Clothes} ♥ Outfit: =Zenith= Ready for Date (All) Maitreya / Legacy @Cupic Inc.

{Cosmetics} ♥ Eyeliner: Avoixs / RINA Liner / Genus ♥ Nails: -SU!- Livana Bento Nails 01 (MAITREYA) COMMON

[sparklyfly]

[You’re a sunflower]

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{Clothes} ♥ Outfit: =Zenith=Sweater /Hoodie (ALL) Maitreya/Legacy @Kustom9 15/01

{Cosmetics} ♥ Lipstick: Avoixs - MY FAIRY - Common lips 01 @Flora 22/01

[sparklyfly]

[All eyes on me now]

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{Body} ♥ Head: Genus project - Genus Babyface ♥ Body: Maitreya Lara ♥ Skin: Avoixs / BEBE Skin / Genus ♥ Eyes: Avoixs / Eyes set #5 / Omega ♥ Ears: VCO ~ Sera’s Ear 003 ♥ Eyelashes: More more. genus eyelashes 3 type ♥ Hair: Doe: Irene - Indecisive

{Clothes} ♥ Hoodie and skirt: =Zenith= Gothic Chain Skirt / Hoodie (Black) Maitreya/Legacy 

{Accessories} ♥ Earrings: bonbon - misa look - earrings ♥ Choker: `M.BIRDIE / I Luv Julie! . E choker

{Cosmetics} ♥ Eyeliner: Avoixs / RINA Liner / Genus ♥ Lipstick: Avoixs / NINA Lips / Genus  

{Pose} ♥ Micamee_pose_Kanya_4