forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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SKYYYLAAARRR! =D!!))

A gradual smile lifted up his shaky lips, and a small laugh peeked past his lips. "Wo-ahw." He breathed, accidentally mixing wow and woah together in a stammer. He brough a hand to his chilled cheek, feeling that the blood had drained away.

Skylar suppressed a giggle as he couldn't even speak right. "Cool, isn't it?" She asked, thrilled that he wasn't afraid or traumatized by the experience.

"Startling and dizzying, but yes..! Very cool," he laughed softly, briefly scratching his scalp.

"Do you wanna sit down, there's a bench right over there." Skylar said, pointing her hand at the bench next to the tree.

"Definitely," he answered, "My legs are killing me," he admitted with a tinge of humor, shuffling his wings.

Laughing, Skylar Ran to the bench before Peter and spread out on it. “Too bad. I do need my beauty rest you know. “ she giggled, closing her eyes.

He knelt by the bench after casually approaching, contrary to her lively dash. "Yes, yes you do." He chuckled, catching her hand under his palm. "You seem to get a sufficient amount. Or beauty rest works so phenomenomally that it lives past its own title," he spoke a little quieter.

Skylar opened her eyes and blushed. Sitting up she said “well.. I uh.. like.. oh god I’m so bad at this! Thanks.” She replies slapping her forehead with her remaining hand. “Come sit. “ she said, trying to pull Peter into the bench

He complied quietly, setting himself down on the bench. He refolded his wings so the huge things weren't squashed between him and the back of the bench. His eyes turned to her face, speaking for his mouth much better than verbal words.

(Gotta go to bed, goodnight!

Goodnight!)

Zander watched as the large door to his room swung open and a mans form take shape in its place. "A soldier under my command has gone rogue," the man said tossing a file onto the table," I want him and his target out of the way before we continue with our plans." Zander read the name on the file 'Blake Thorfin' and smiled, this was going to be fun.

(welcome, @ONLINE_ROBO !)

Papa. Sweet Papa. With your endless stories and fairy tales, and the attic you gave me, the home you gave me. The family you became… The tears were trickling through her cracks as she continued. "After I had my second— episode on the field of my new school, all the kids stayed far away from me, and I was horrified to discover that my skin was turning grey and hard and my blond hair was going white." Macha blinked fast. "I stayed alone at that school until seventh grade, and a new girl moved to Niagara Falls, New York, from across the falls in Niagara Falls, Ontario, in Canada." Fae. "No one had really seen anything like her before, with her bright pink hair and turquoise wings too small for her to properly fly." The bakery. Her dragons. The theatre… "She had the most amazing magic." Macha smiled a bit through the tears. "She played around with clay all the time, making countless tiny dragons, and her power was bringing those clay dragons to life, literally." She made me Alba… The fractured shards of a memory exploded from her mind. Fae, dead, beside her. Little dragon Alba whimpering and running to Fae. A man's cruel laugh as he raised his boot and stomped down on the little dragon, crushing and killing her. "She was the only one who wasn't afraid of me, even after I had my third episode in the middle of class and cracks began to appear on my face." Brave Fae. "We were in the park one day, 2 years later, goofing off, when we saw a van –which we later found out to belonged the R.A.C.– coming slowly around a bend in the road. Curious, we watched as two women slipped out of it, walking casually towards a winged man, some distance away, rocking his baby back and forth in his arms." The tears streaming down her face turned into those of silent rage. "They shot the man, killing him, and we ran towards them, shouting. We were too late. They threw the baby into the river and drove away." Macha clenched her fists. "After that day, we saw one more R.A.C. officer stalking a young girl, ready to shoot her. This time, we were ready, and knocked him out while the girl escaped. We hid, and when he came to and got back into his car, we followed it, and found that it was headed towards Seattle." Fae… "Fae decided to make 105 gargoyles to hide around the city after she had animated them, and act as spies and watchdogs. That same day, a R.A.C. officer broke into Fae's house in an attempted assassination, while we were having a sleepover. He kidnapped us both, and drove us the long way West to Seattle to interrogate us. He didn't know that all Fae's gargoyles were following. We never found out why he wanted us, as we escaped as soon as he parked, the gargoyles covering us, and we stayed, hidden in Seattle with no means of going back, and began rescuing people from the R.A.C. using the gargoyles as spies." We were so scared, so naive… "A few months later, we were found, and she was killed. I escaped, and, well… I guess I've sort of continued our mission…" Fae, excited to show me something. Fae, taking off in the air and properly flying for the first time in her life. Fae, pursued by a R.A.C. helicopter. Fae, falling o the ground, wings sawed off. Fae, stabbed in the chest five times as an officer holds me back, impossibly strong. Fae, dead.

(halfway done!)

also, SKETER I SHIP THEM SO HARD)

Dani stood up. "Blake you can either help us or you can stay in here. It's your choice. But I'm pretty sure that someone is going to come looking for you." She slowly started towards the door.

I know way too much about how to kill someone.

Ace scooted back, and sat next to Macha, holding her hand. He listened as she talked, and waited for her to go on.

Also, Ace's backstory is so much longer, but I wanted to spare you guys the horror story that was Ace's life after his village's massacre.

(aw, don't spare us!)

Macha brought out her arm again, tugging lightly at the bracelet second-closest to her elbow, under Davie's. The bracelet was a gorgeous intricate braided pattern done with seven brightly colored threads, one magenta, on pink, one red, one orange, one yellow, one turquoise, and one blue. "This was the bracelet she made for me.", she whispered, clinging to Ace's hand as is it was a lifeline. Blood seeping out from the stumps of her wings, hazel eyes glassy. Dead.

Macha's hand traveled down her forearm, landing on the next two bracelets, both complicated African woven designs. "A few moths later, I was living on the streets, hiding from the R.A.C. and continuing what Fae and I had started. These were the bracelets given to me by Rhea and Jason, her twin brother." Struggling to keep her face neutral, Macha thought fondly of her friend. Rhea must've slept through this all. Poor girl hasn't slept properly in days. "I don't think I have the right to tell you her story without her consent, but I can give you the basics. Rhea and Jason were born in Zimbabwe, in a poor village, and lived with their mother and abusive father," The racist one. The one who was ashamed to be African, the one who beat his wife ruthlessly just for having dark skin like him. The deranged, psychotic one. The one who wouldn't let his wife name their children traditional names, no, that wasn't white enough for him. "They eventually immigrated here to escape their father. Jason was an illusionist, Rhea is a shapeshifter. I-it was Jason who gave me seven magicked bricks that would hide an area from view, the bricks I used for my weapon stashes and hideout." Her voice was trembling now. "Jason was tortured to death 8 months after meeting me, and Rhea was forced painfully into the shape of a Pegasus just 'for fun'" The anger came surging back into Macha's voice. "They were going to kill her too, but I managed to get her out. She was never able to change back again." Macha fell silent, suddenly hyper-aware of how close she and Ace were. Buzzing all over, she curled up against him closing her eyes.

(almost done! one more bracelet!)