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Post by Elliot Knight on Mar 13, 2012 16:07:35 GMT -5
Water lapped gently against the cement walls and wooden columns of the docks. The full moon was high in the sky; it's reflection seeming to make a pathway on the ocean from the docks to the horizon. It was beautifully quiet...
HOOOOOOOOOONK!
BE-BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP!
Well...it was beautifully quiet, Elliot Knight thought to himself bitterly as he stood in the darkness. The only thing that could be seen were his bright red eyes which were magnified by his mask. He was waiting patiently (seeing as he was slightly early) for the man that his friend Angel had begun to work for and was apparently teaching her combat skills (which was good in all honesty, but that didn't mean that Elliot was okay with it).
There were two main reasons why Elliot stayed in the shadows.
One was that it was best to not be seen if the Teen Titans decided to do some snooping at the docks. Authorities? Please, Kyd Wykkyd could handle them just fine, but the Titans together by himself? Not so much. Elliot may be bold, but he wasn't stupid.
Reason number two was that Elliot wasn't quite sure if the man who had contacted him was really the mastermind, super-villain known as Deathstroke. But he didn't mind meeting the guy at the docks, anyway. After all, even if he wasn't Deathstroke, Elliot was sure that he'd be able to take him down or get the hell out if things got too hairy, but that was just the back up plan if the guy wasn't Deathstroke. After all, if it wasn't him, it wasn't worth it.
Elliot was glad that he had been contacted by the villain. He would love to help him destroy the Titans, but he wanted to keep an eye on Angel even more. Elliot had never heard of this Deathstroke character and had no idea what he was capable of. All Elliot knew was that if it meant protecting Angel, he would die for her, even if it was at the hands of this Deathstroke character.
And so, Elliot waited and he waited patiently, but not before a chilling voice ran through the air, sending shivers up and down his spine. Only one thought name went through his mind.
Deathstroke |
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Post by Slade on Mar 26, 2012 15:11:25 GMT -5
"I see you actually came. You even came alone as I asked. Very good." Deathstroke said in his rough voice as he emerged from the darkness. His red lenses on his mask were the first visible signs of the man as he stepped through the black of night. The haunting red glow scanned over the boy, gathering data to the mask and feeding Slade with information. Everything seemed to check out so far.
True, Deathstroke did not know too much about Kyd Wykkyd, not many people seemed to know much about him. He was never an A-list criminal, preferring the sidelines, not the spotlight. This was something that could prove useful in utilizing his talents. While it was true that the boy had experiences with the Titans and the Brotherhood, he was still largely unknown, perfect for covert missions. Not to mention, his ability to warp from place to place was perfect for getting past security measures in high security areas. With the proper training, he would be a perfect thief and a perfect spy. Sure he did not know much about him, but the same could be said for his friend Angel but their abilities and obscurity made them a worthy investment.
"You do know why I summoned you here don't you? Let us cut to the chase, I was hoping to see you at my recruitment and orientation meeting. A pity you did not show up, your gal pal really was disappointed. But no matter, I wish to make a deal with you." Deathstroke explained casually as he stepped closer to the child.
Deathstroke stood towering over Kyd, standing proudly and silent as a grave. One thing Slade had learned when interacting with other teens, was that they really did not like excessive talking. He would wait, gauge his reaction and continue speaking when Kyd took the bait. He left it vague enough so Wykkiyd would have to dig deeper to learn of him.
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Post by Elliot Knight on Mar 27, 2012 13:46:01 GMT -5
Elliot gazed at the man before him, his red eyes showing through the darkness before Deathstroke seemed to solidify out of the darkness as he stepped forward. Elliot too stepped forward, but only slightly. He knew better than to not be on his guard around people, even if this man could probably kill him.
To be honest, this man was quite intimidating. Kyd was sort of happy that he had pleased the man before him. After all, Kyd wanted to join his team, even if it was to only protect Angel. It was sad, but it was true. Elliot would lay his life on the line for his best (and only) friend if he had to. No doubts and no questions asked.
After a silent moment, the man known as Deathstroke spoke again, asking Elliot if he knew why he was summoned to the docks. Elliot nodded his head silently before he said that they were going to cut to the chase. He then said that he was hoping to see Kyd at his recruitment and orientation meeting. Elliot thought about it and then nodded his head. He had been searching for Angel at the time and nothing had been more important than that...well...to him, anyway.
Deathstroke then spoke of how Angel had been disappointed and a depressed feeling ran against Elliot's heart for a moment, as if a icy hand had brushed against it for a brief moment before the man said that he wanted to make a deal with him.
After Deathstroke approached him, Elliot gazed up at him, his eyes and his posture unflinching. If there was one thing that Elliot was sure this man did not want it was weakness and Elliot never showed weakness, except for, perhaps, Angel, but she was a different matter completely. She knew about him...just about everything and she understood him. She was the one person on the planet who he didn't have to talk to...
Elliot's thoughts trailed off as he wondered if Deathstroke knew that he wasn't much of a talker. After a moment Elliot closed his eyes; his lenses going black a moment before reappearing red as he opened his eyes.
"Yes, sir?" He asked. His voice was scratchy, hoarse, and not like anything many people had ever heard. Still, Elliot did not flinch or wince. He would try and do his damnedest to be part of Deathstroke's team, not matter what. |
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