@ShadeStar
That's what she thought. The ropes and chains fell, "You're free to go pretty boy."
That's what she thought. The ropes and chains fell, "You're free to go pretty boy."
Dalton was back to not looking her in the eyes, "Can I go for a walk before your turn?"
Cicada nodded, "Yeah. Go right on ahead."
(how should my character come into the story?)
(Oh! If he goes to the library he can accidentally find our characters)
Cicada nodded, "Yeah. Go right on ahead."
Dalton nodded and walked out into the library, just to recoup before he went back.
(she)
Cicada sat down in the chair and lit a small flame. She watched as the flame slowly flickered.
alex made their way to the library,
following after a noise they
heard.
(Yis ill make my dude/dudette after because my parents took my phone and its late)
(Okay have fun)
Dalton wandered out into what he remembered as an empty library.
Cicada sat now criss crossed on the chair. Watching as her flame danced from hand to hand, shooting off a few smaller flares. Anything to siphon off her power.
Dalton sighed and made his way back. He was feeling better.
Cicada let out a sigh crossing her legs in a meditative pattern. She balanced her hands on her knees with her palms up. In each palm was a single flame, her eyes were closed and she was focusing on what was to come.
He surprised her by wrapping the chains around her. She could burn through rope not chain.
Cicada's eyes flew open as she glared at Darren her fists smothering the flames, "You could have given me a warning?!"
Character swap.
He chuckled. “I gave you as much warning as you gave your family,”
(Well shit, my bad.)
"Hah. Hah," Cicada laughed mockingly.
(Lol)
“Don’t you think they could have used some forewarning before you burned down their lives? Their everything?”
"I mean, their all dead so why would they care," Deflect, all you gotta do it deflect…. But if I hadn't-
“Their dead because you killed them. They all had lives, how can you not care that you ended every one of them?”
“We were all destined to be street rats anyone. They were unwanted and going to be treated like scum. I like to think I did them a favor,” You wanted them. You cared about them. Stop lying to yourself.
“They’re your family, or at least they were. You did this to them, you did this to yourself,”
Cicada felt her whole body begin to heat up, “You don’t know that. You don’t know anything.”
“I know more than you want me to.”
"No, you keep jumping to conclusions. You know nothing about them, or me."
“It appears that I also know more than you think I do. I read the reports I know what happened,”
"Then do tell me. How many casualties were there? Who all died? Please tell me," Cicada was attempting to get herself back under control. She didn't want to him to get hurt.
(Tell me your theories child.)
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