forum Stranded in a Mythical Forest(Sci-fi, Fantasy, Modern rp)

Started March 28, 2018 by @Natasha

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“You’re a sprit?”

"Right, yes, why would I need a broom?" He snapped his fingers and the glass shards disappeared. (I gtg for like 30 minutes)

Believe do, I not you, Iskra transmitted flicking her tongue at him, Wrong, is what?

“… thanks.”

(I return) Cyprus sighed. "I apologize for Jay and the others. I tried and failed to keep them safe and away from the caves like I should have. And I apologize especially for Jay. He doesn't do well with emotions, and quite frankly I'm sure he's tried to shut most of his body functions off by now."

Jay gave Iskra a sad smile, sniffling a little. "I tried to apologize to Lucille but messed it up. I'm sure she hates me by now."

Lucille stayed silent for a while, she looked up and raised an eyebrow. She smiled, “I accept the apology.” Then she added, “Can you ingest things?”

Can I join? I got I quick question. Can my character be a character that is a lone ranger sometimes?

(depends on what the others think. I'm ok with it personally) Cyprus shrugged. "Life energy is more or less it. Or living creatures. I just vaporized the glass." He looked down at his feet. "Jay's really sorry. He just doesn't know how to express that. That's my fault I suppose."

“How?” Lucille asked, taking a seat, by her desk. Now drinking hot tea.

(and yes Scarlet u need a tumblr)

(Scarlet should make a tumblr. ._. Im gonna make a tumblr.)

"How what? The eating of things? I thought that was rather self explanatory," Cyprus replied

(just be careful, there's ok tumblr and then there's scary tumblr)

(Wait what. O-o)

HEYO

"How what? The eating of things? I thought that was rather self explanatory," Cyprus replied

“No Silly, I meant the part where you said where it was your fault that he couldn’t show his emotions.”

Cyprus looked down at his lap, face sullen. "I don't suppose he told you about why he has all those modifications, has he?"

“Not that I remem-… oh.” Lucille said, frowning.

"As horrible as I may seem, I wasn't…myself at the time. When I first met Jay, he was 12. Young and happy. I hated it, and the curse compounded that. I hurt him. I stole his body for a year and ruined it. I ruined his childhood, made him near unrecognizable to his own parents. They never truly loved him after he returned. They were more concerned about the money they spent to give him a flashy funeral. But my actions have no excuse. He used to be happy, and cared for, and I feel horrid for ruining that."

“Why, why would you do that?”