Les rues de Saint-Roch étaient remplies d'adultes intoxiqués et de costumes gaudés. Musique blaguée de toutes les directions, reggae, pop, blues et hip-hop tous mélangés dans un étrange mais étrange désordre mélodique. L'odeur aromatique de la nourriture balayée par le nez de Ravager et même l'assassin durci devait admettre qu'elle sentait bon. Soudain, des soirées d'ivresse étaient devant elle et Lizard, agitant les perles scintillantes à la paire. Avec un soupir et un regard exaspéré, Rose s'empare du fond de son haut.
"Gotta se mêle." Elle a brouillé dans la direction de Question avant de tirer son haut et d'exhiber les ivrognes. Les cœurs venaient de leur bouche en jetant les perles dans la direction de Rose, tandis qu'elle les attrape et les jette autour de son cou.
"Voyez." Elle sourit sèchement. "En train de s'immiscer."
"Que dois-je faire? Frappe mes filles aussi? Au cas où vous oubliez - c'est un peu difficile pour moi de cacher mon....ehh....unique problème," a répondu Lizard, à savoir qu'elle disait - qu'en raison de son "défaut génétique" - elle pourrait avoir un temps plus difficile à se fondre dans. N'ayant pas beaucoup de compréhension sur le fonctionnement de Mardi Gras - en parlant de cela, elle a vite caché sa queue. En l'enrouleant autour de sa jambe et en la rendant aussi raide qu'elle le pouvait.
"Naw, je t'ai eu petit." Rose a dit en agitant une main dédaigneusement.
"J'ai assez de perles pour nous deux." Rose a dit avoir jeté quelques anneaux sur le cou de Lizard. "Ça devrait aider." Elle a déclaré avec un signe d'approbation. "Et ne t'inquiète pas pour la queue." Rose a ajouté regarder en bas.
"Il en a une." Elle m'a dit de lui balancer le menton dans la direction d'une fêteuse habillée d'un costume d'alligator.
"C'est peut-être ton cousin." Elle s'est moquée de Lizard, en train de se serrer les coudes.
"Oh haha. Vraiment drôle », répondit Lizard, en voyant d'autres comme elle. Cependant, en raison de la quantité de nourriture dans l'air - elle ne pouvait pas faire les arrières ou les cheveux de leur situation ou où ils avaient besoin d'aller. Elle a ensuite eu une idée - comme elle est montée derrière Rose et a soulevé la fille sur ses épaules.
"Quoi! Faites la fête!" Elle applaudit, son emprise sur les jambes de Rose étant bonne pour l'empêcher de s'échouer. "Voyez, quelle direction nous devons aller gal-pal?"
À savoir, elle a fourni à Ravager une façon facile de voir, où ils devaient aller. Sans attirer beaucoup d'attention.
Les cheveux sur le dos du cou de Rose se sont levés à l'extrémité comme elle a été touchée sans permission. Immédiatement, ses mains sont allées à ses épées avant qu'elle ne se détende rapidement, permettant à Lizard de la hisser sur ses épaules. La fille improvisait et Rose devait applaudir ça.
À travers la foule, Rose a repéré la tour du musée avant de murmurer à Lizard.
"Je vois la cible." Élevant sa voix, Rose a appelé à la question. "Hey Q, le musée arrive à droite. Cinquante pieds et la fermeture."
Lizard a hissé en réponse, puis a pensé à un moyen de les amener facilement vers leur emplacement. Elle s'est ensuite appuyée et a appuyé sur son dos et sa queue - contre Q. "All, mon garçon, allons gonga..." elle a ri. "Face à ça, c'est délicat."
Avec cette solution fixée, elle s'est tenue sur les jambes de Rose et s'est assurée que Q tenait. Pour qu'il ne semble pas hors de sa place, dans cette fête. Alors qu'elle bourdonnait la musique, les autres faisaient et se dirigeaient vers le musée. Lui donner des hanches quelques secousses le long du chemin vers leur emplacement.
Name: Jessica Jester (Jones)
Alias: Lizard
Age: 20
Personality: Country-girl, cheerful, friendly, helpful, quirky.
Archetype: Metahuman
Powers: Water breathing, tough skin, inhuman strength.
Weaknesses: Aggression, cold, carnivore
Character Evolution: I want Jessica to be the odd one of the group, reminding them of Killer Croc. Which eventually would cause Jessica and Killer Croc to have a one-on-one fight someday. Also some kind of superhero boyfriend.
BRIEF Bio: Jessica Jones grew up in the Mississippi River Delta, being the odd girl amongst the many other bayou dwelling communities to whom the river was their way of life. Her mother, Jessy, had died in childbirth due to complications, and had been raised by her mother' parents.
That was part of what had been told to the neighbours - in truth, Jessica had been the daughter of Killer Croc aka Waylon Jones; whom had been in the area and had during a heated moment, attacked her mother. During a time, when the young female had been engaged with her own boyfriend.
The parents of her mother, had driven off Killer Croc - whom they assumed had been a large crocodile, whom had killed Jessy' boyfriend and mauled her mother badly. Her mother had been impregnated with her - yet due to the genetic trait, passed onto Jessica, that being heavy atavism - it made her have complications and died in childbirth.
While Jessica, was considered greenish almost otherwordly in appearance, equal to her father - she had been lucky. Namely her grandparents had been more kind and generous - than his childhood, considering Jessica - named after her mother, Jessy, to be their flesh-and-blood. No matter how she looked or appeared to be. Despite her atavism - Jessica remained a healthy girl. Over the years as she grew, her mother paternal' side metahuman powers started to manifest.
While her education wasn't the best one could offer - her grandparents were the more religious, and off-grid people - she was mostly home-schooled, taught how to read and write and the basics of life. What was more important, they taught her to be a good person in-general - to turn the other cheek, no matter what people said about her and always remember, that they cared about her.
Notes: Killer Croc' sired daughter, that he doesn't know exists. Raised by some old hillbillies in the bayou, in the Mississippi River Delta.
Sample Post: Jessica watched the water from the pier - as the setting sun seemed to slowly edge down over the horizon. It was almost time for dinner, only problem being they had run out of meat - and needed to go 'shopping' or that was how his grandfather liked to say. Or namely jump into the water and eat what they caught.
Jessica had a rather unique advantage - she could remain underwater for almost days on end, without any problem and was an expert swimmer. Not bothered by the gators hanging around the bayou - often times, she'd bring them for dinner, if somebody had been picking a fight with her.
"Ay'gh girl. Le's get dinner and head back - else ma' gonna have our heads, if we make it lat'e for the show," spoke Eustace, scratching his butt, holding a large plastic washing bowl.
"You got it, grandpa...be back in a minute," she spoke, jumping into the water with her clothing. Still being as green as the tall grass around them. Despite this obvious sickness - that some fancy doctor from the cities called as a skin disorder that 'should' go away in her later years.
Eustace always thought that girl was always a special case - she was stronger than he was in young and buck youth. Girl could tell the difference between a bass and pike - easily underwater. Girl had found an old gold nugget that way - allowing them to buy that TV, that Meriel liked to watch daily now. Since her ass had gotten too fat to move around much. While she looked strange, and had been called that Eustace didn't call Jessica by word - ugly. Lord knows, he wasn't much of a looker anymore. Wasn't her fault, some gator had attacked her mum and killed her daddy. Or mum dying due those blasted gator wounds months later.
Soon enough the fish started flying out of the water - namely Jessica found what she liked and threw them up towards the pier, where Eustace caught them in the washing bowl. As they soon had easily a dozen fish for Grandma' fish stew - as the girl pulled herself up and shook the water out of her green hair. That girl was certainly going to change the world - in his mind.