forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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And yeah a few days later probably

Ahhh have fun!
And yeah sure)

Lochlin’s features twisted into an expression of disgust as he swallowed another mouthful of slop, pushing a hand into his hair—which was currently a rainbow array of colours—and letting out a soft sigh. He let his arm go slack on the table, the spoon slipping from his fingers and rolling off the table. After a brief moment of silence, he shot a glance towards Tyler and rolled up his sleeve. “I’m bored,” he announced. “Give me an idea for a tattoo.”

“How the hell are you going to get a tattoo?” Tyler asked, resting his elbows on the table.

Exasperated, Lochlin closed his eyes, and with his mind, pushed a drop of colour into his skin. The mark stretched and warped until there was a tiny green heart on the inside of his skin. Wincing in pain, he indicated to the tattoo. “Shapeshifter magic.”

“Ah. Fun. If you’re a shapeshifter, can’t you just shift into something really small and leave this place?” Tyler asked curiously.

“You think I haven’t thought of that once in six years?” Lochlin raised an eyebrow. “Shifting hurts. Unless it’s hair, since you have no nerves in your hair. I tried to shift into a dragon once and it nearly killed me, I didn’t get past the wings and the tail.”

“Oh..that’s unfortunate. What would you do if you did get to leave?” Tyler asked, twirling his fork around in his fingers.

“The first thing I’d do? Blow half my bank account at Greg’s Ice Cream Parlor.” Lochlin concentrated, and the green heart morphed into an ice cream cone, changing colours. “The stuff there is to die for. The stuff here kills you.”

“After six years. You would go get ice cream?” Tyler raised his eyebrows a little, still smiling.

“Yes. Are you kidding? Hell, I’d probably break down the moment I entered.” Something flickered in his eyes; sadness? Nostalgia? “I, uh, used to go there a lot. What about you? What would you do?”

(When should someone come by to steal the ring?)

(Whenever the conversation gets dull I guess)

“I would go home. Never leave Macha again..” Tyler replied quietly, filling with guilt once again.

(Kk)

Lochlin’s features softened into something akin to sympathy. “You’ll see her soon enough. Visitation days are once a month.”

“Yeah..I just wish I could be there for her..” He added, sighing and slumping his shoulders a bit.

“Hey, smile a little.” Lochlin flicked Tyler’s shoulder, trying to cheer him up in the only way he knew; distraction. “Remember? I asked you to give me tattoo ideas.”

Tyler looked back up at him, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah..uh..I don’t know. You seem to love ice cream?” He laughed a little.

“Yeah, I do.” Lochlin spread his fingers. “But I’m feeling something badass.”

“You shouldn’t be asking me then.” Tyler laughed a little.

Lochlin rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh come on. Please?”

“Uh…I really want to help.” Tyler laughed.

Lochlin opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off my a heavy hand landing on his shoulder. His head jerked up in surprise, eyes clashing with the dulled green ones of a tall, muscular man, who had his other hand on Tyler's shoulder.

Tyler glared up at the man, brushing his hand off. “Don’t touch me.” He said, slightly annoyed already.

The man—someone Lochlin now recognized as Angelo Rizzo—responded by driving his fist into Tyler's face, roughly pulling the wedding band off his finger, and turning to leave.

Tyler cried out in surprise which turned into a growl as he realized what Angelo had done. He stood up and grabbed him by the collar, slamming his head down on the table and prying the ring out of Angelo’s hand.

A fight immediately broke out.

In retaliation for Tyler's attack, Angelo twisted his torso, grabbed hold of Tyler, and flung him over his back. Lochlin, snapping out of his shock, leapt at Angelo, only to be intercepted by another patient.

Tyler’s eyes flashed red and he snarled angrily, reaching up and punching Angelo in the jaw before kneeing him in the stomach.

Lochlin was too busy grappling with a wiry but surprisingly strong woman with blonde hair shaved close to her scalp to pay any attention to what was happening with Tyler. In an attempt to scare his opponent off, he flooded his hazel irises with pure black, though the Shift left him blind for a few seconds.

Meanwhile, Angelo straightened quickly and lunged for the ring again, a few others joining the fray.

“Not a chance, asshole.” Tyler said furiously. He grabbed Angelo’s arm, bent down a little, and flipped Angelo over his back onto the floor.

Angelo's head hit the floor with a loud crack that sent an electric shock through the brawlers, causing them all to freeze before scrambling to get away. Lochlin wasted no time grabbing onto Tyler's arm and pulling him away, through the crowd, all the while realigning the bones of his face until, with an excruciatingly painful pop, he looked nothing like himself.

(Oh no please don’t let him be ded)

Tyler tried to lunge at Angelo again, still fuming and growling. The demon chuckled inside his head, loving the scene before them.

(nah he's fine, just hurt. concussion or something? idk)

Lochlin yanked him firmly back and dragged him to an undisturbed corner of the cafeteria, away from the commotion that was currently being examined by a security guard.