Arctic, 11:34 a.m.
"Young sir? Young sir, please awaken. We must speak."
Nathan shot up in the makeshift بستر to a world surrounded in blue haze. Before him knelt a strage man wrapped in thick cloaks, one that was long and vaguely familiar. The man smiled. "Young sir, graciously we have awaited your return. My name is S'akla'n. I am cheif of the P'yu tribe."
"Chaklan? Puheyu? What..." Nathan rubbed his head. "Why is everything blue, Chaklan?" He then looked at his hands. "What the hell is going on here? I'm some kind of ice monster thing!"
It was true. Nathan's whole body, and clothing, had turned to ice. He was not completely transparent, only seen سے طرف کی a blue tint in his frozen form. "What did آپ do to me?"
"We discovered آپ like that, young sir," S'akla'n responded. "But sir, what is your title, your rank? What are you, ah," the cheif began to struggle a bit, then finalized, "called? What is your name?"
"My name?" the boy of ice was taken سے طرف کی surprise. "It's... uh... Quicksilver. And I'm an... apprentice?"
The chief nodded. "Not yet trained. Good. But, Quehckselvah," he pronounced it. "Where are your origins?"
"Origins? Oh, where I'm from! North America. Why?" Nathan questioned.
"Amarehca? Do آپ know of the man of bat?"
Nathan thought for a second. "Batman, آپ mean? Yeah... I know him."
"Good, good! Please, get up, there is something آپ need to view."
Nathan got up off the ground to follow S'akla'n, and his ice faded off. The cold suddenly blasted at his bare skin, but before he even had time to shiver, a thick چادر, فرغل and hat was thrown onto him. Before leaving the tent he glimpsed at a mirror. No silver hair. Just brown.
He broke through the cloths to outside. There before him was a huge, black shape, aerodynamically advanced as well as technologically. "Wha-the Batjet? Why is this he-" A huge realization struck him. Fin... shit. She'd come after him. Relief flooded his heart, as well as concern. "No, no, oh god, no... S'akla'n!" he shouted, making the man jump. "I need provisions!"
"Why, young sir?"
"My girl... my friend came looking for me in this. She's out there right now! I need to go find her!"
"Ah, Quehckselvah," the man nodded, "you must find your mate?"
"Wh-what? No! She's just a really good-"
"Here." A تھیلے, جزدان was struck at him. "Go find her."
"Thank you, S'akla'n." Nathan jumped into the jet and started the engine. He had to find her.
"Young sir? Young sir, please awaken. We must speak."
Nathan shot up in the makeshift بستر to a world surrounded in blue haze. Before him knelt a strage man wrapped in thick cloaks, one that was long and vaguely familiar. The man smiled. "Young sir, graciously we have awaited your return. My name is S'akla'n. I am cheif of the P'yu tribe."
"Chaklan? Puheyu? What..." Nathan rubbed his head. "Why is everything blue, Chaklan?" He then looked at his hands. "What the hell is going on here? I'm some kind of ice monster thing!"
It was true. Nathan's whole body, and clothing, had turned to ice. He was not completely transparent, only seen سے طرف کی a blue tint in his frozen form. "What did آپ do to me?"
"We discovered آپ like that, young sir," S'akla'n responded. "But sir, what is your title, your rank? What are you, ah," the cheif began to struggle a bit, then finalized, "called? What is your name?"
"My name?" the boy of ice was taken سے طرف کی surprise. "It's... uh... Quicksilver. And I'm an... apprentice?"
The chief nodded. "Not yet trained. Good. But, Quehckselvah," he pronounced it. "Where are your origins?"
"Origins? Oh, where I'm from! North America. Why?" Nathan questioned.
"Amarehca? Do آپ know of the man of bat?"
Nathan thought for a second. "Batman, آپ mean? Yeah... I know him."
"Good, good! Please, get up, there is something آپ need to view."
Nathan got up off the ground to follow S'akla'n, and his ice faded off. The cold suddenly blasted at his bare skin, but before he even had time to shiver, a thick چادر, فرغل and hat was thrown onto him. Before leaving the tent he glimpsed at a mirror. No silver hair. Just brown.
He broke through the cloths to outside. There before him was a huge, black shape, aerodynamically advanced as well as technologically. "Wha-the Batjet? Why is this he-" A huge realization struck him. Fin... shit. She'd come after him. Relief flooded his heart, as well as concern. "No, no, oh god, no... S'akla'n!" he shouted, making the man jump. "I need provisions!"
"Why, young sir?"
"My girl... my friend came looking for me in this. She's out there right now! I need to go find her!"
"Ah, Quehckselvah," the man nodded, "you must find your mate?"
"Wh-what? No! She's just a really good-"
"Here." A تھیلے, جزدان was struck at him. "Go find her."
"Thank you, S'akla'n." Nathan jumped into the jet and started the engine. He had to find her.
Death
For those who don't know much/anything about MARVEL comics:
Speed:A speedster who can go at mach 5, vibrate through any object, which causes that object to explode.
Hawkeye:A natural born archer, Hawkeye has all kinds of trick arrows and never misses her target. She is also an excellent swordsman, and hand-to-hand fighter.
Wiccan:A warlock who's powers have reached off the chart levels.
Hulkling: A strong shapeshifter from two different planets (hybrid of both).
Crystal:Immortal human who controls the elements.
Jean Grey:A mutant who posses Miss M's powers (minus shapeshifting) but at a higher degree.
If there are any I have forgotten, please let me know and I shall add them! TY!!
Speed:A speedster who can go at mach 5, vibrate through any object, which causes that object to explode.
Hawkeye:A natural born archer, Hawkeye has all kinds of trick arrows and never misses her target. She is also an excellent swordsman, and hand-to-hand fighter.
Wiccan:A warlock who's powers have reached off the chart levels.
Hulkling: A strong shapeshifter from two different planets (hybrid of both).
Crystal:Immortal human who controls the elements.
Jean Grey:A mutant who posses Miss M's powers (minus shapeshifting) but at a higher degree.
If there are any I have forgotten, please let me know and I shall add them! TY!!
