forum Triple Trouble - A Superhero RP [Private // stalkers are welcome]

Started March 11, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Once again, Anthony flllowrd instructions, eyeing the dough with a detached suspicion. Am I doing this right, or horribly wrong?

Winston spooned out some tomato sauce, clumping it onto the center of the pizza before spreading it around with the back of the spoon, starting to sing again.

Anthony stood back and let the other boy do his thing. He felt so clean for once, there wasn’t even a speck of grime beneath his fingernails. Was this what it felt like, to have a home?

“You’re not off the hook yet.” Winston teased, beckoning Anthony forward. “Measure out the sauce with the spoon and spread it.”

Anthony gave Winston a slightly perplexed look, but went silently along with each instruction, surprisingly obedient for once. Of course, this was only temporary. He couldn’t help that he had no idea how to make pizza, right?

Winston nodded in approval. He still didn’t quite understand the building warmth in his chest, chalking it off as just really wanting to be Anthony’s friend. Whether he realized it or not, he found Anthony cooking absolutely endearing.

“What do we need to do next?” Anthony asked cautiously, eyeing the half-finished pizza. He used the word ‘we’ with trepidation, treating it like a bomb that could go off at any second.

Winston hummed, getting out shredded cheese from the fridge. “Sprinkle this on top while I get the oven started.” He placed the bag on the counter, wandering over to the oven and typing in numbers.

(I’m gonna head to bed! Goodnight!)

(Goodnight! Sleep well)

Anthony snuck the teensiest bite of cheese while Winston was looking the other way, then proceeded to sprinkle the rest onto the dough. He may have put a little too much…

Winston turned around and burst out laughing at the sight. “You like cheese, Remedy?” He teased playfully, his eyes glittering with amusement. “Spread it out a little at least. Make sure it’s even.”

Anthony shot Winston a harsh glare. But once again, his arms moved of their own accord to obey the other boy’s orders, gentle as they were. “Like this?”

Winston nodded, a bit taken aback by the harsh glare. He sort of felt like that one time he took in a feral cat when he was younger, but had to get rid of it after it tried to eat his bunny. The cat had been like this too. Soft and sweet some of the time, but suddenly turning feral with little provocation. Unfortunately for Anthony though. Winston didn’t have anything to lose this time around.

“Perfect.” He eventually replied, making sure his voice was soft.

Anthony brushed his hands off and stepped away from the pizza to signify he was finished, still shocked at the sheer quantity of food in front of him. How long had it been since he’d prepared a meal this big?

Winston picked up the pizzas, setting them both on a tray into the oven. He closed it and set a timer for an hour, humming. “All we gotta do is wait now.” He murmured, wiping flour onto his shirt. “You can go rest on the couch. I’m gonna clean up.”

“No, I’ll clean,” Anthony objected and did a slow spin, scanning the kitchen for a brush or dustpan.

“You’re my guest, Remedy. Go sit. Or have a look around if you’d like. My room’s over there in case you ever need somethin’ during the night.” Winston nodded towards his bedroom door, wetting a paper-towel and wiping it swiftly over the counter.

Anthony let a quiet growl of frustration slip. Why wouldn’t Winston just let him help? It was cleaning a kitchen, for god’s sake!

But, seeing that the other boy wasn’t going to budge, he turned away. He’d have a look around, make sure the grotesques weren’t up to any trouble.

Winston raised an eyebrow as Anthony growled and turned away. He really was like that feral cat… more grouchy, it seemed, than vengeful.

Now all he could do was use the authority he had for the moment. He doubted Remedy would let him be in control for very long, but Winnie was convinced that he only needed a little time to start to soften Remedy up. He was good friend material underneath the mood swings. Anyone could see that if they bothered to look.

Once Anthony had rounded up each and every grotesque, he put Samuel and the largest one in charge and set off to explore the rest pf the apartment. To Winnie, it must have seemed small. But to him…. It was practically a mansion.

What I wouldn't give for a place like this…

Winston watched Anthony with amusement out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t speak up, not wanting to spook the other boy before he could get comfortable.

Anthony quickly located Winston's room (the apartment had five rooms including the kitchen, after all) but hesitated with his hand on the doorknob. Was this an invasion of privacy? Why did he care?

Winston left Remedy to his own devices, mainly focusing on cleaning up the mess they had made. He still couldn’t believe how excited the boy was to call this apartment home, and his awed expression from earlier was something Winnie couldn’t seem to get out of his head.

After a moment, he pushed the door open, deciding that he shouldn't care. Winston didn't seem to have the ability to get angry, anyways… if the waterworks came on, he could always send Samuel in.

(what does the room look like?)

Winston was too busy singing along to Dancing’s Not a Crime to notice the door opening as Remedy entered his room. He was, however, having a great timing dancing and singing softly while he swept the floor.

Sienna’s POV

Before Sienna could respond to Opal, the world went dark. She stumbled back in surprise, reaching for the table to support herself. “Don’t waste anymore lies on me Opal.” She hissed, taking a deep breath. “You got what you wanted.”

Opals POV
Opal cringed back at Pasitheas words, each one striking deep at her, and hurting her worse than the last. But it could barely even numb the shock of who followed in after Ae-Ri.

Ae-Ri's POV

Ae-Ri's shock at seeing Opal with a criminal again dissipated in the face of her fury. Pasithea must have done something to her friend, some kind of mind control—

Before she could stop and think, she was forcing an image into Pasithea's head, one of total darkness.

Alecs POV
As Alec followed Mirage in he could only wonder what was going to happen. Needless to say, he was very dissatisfied to find that Pasithea was already out of commission when he got there, as evidenced by the way that she was stumbling about and shouting. He turned to Mirage, “Are yous sure you even needed me?”

Winston was too busy singing along to Dancing’s Not a Crime to notice the door opening as Remedy entered his room. He was, however, having a great timing dancing and singing softly while he swept the floor.

The floor creaked beneath Anthony's feat as he made his way into the room, his footsteps as soft and tentative as an easily startled deer. The room was simple enough, its grey-blue walls largely unadorned by photographs, but it gave off a sort of homey feel. It looked lived in. Loved, maybe.

Sienna’s POV

Sienna stood still, her head raised with dignified poise as she awaited her approaching fate. So much for getting to my lecture on time… The girl refused to let any emotion show, smothering any betrayal that had lurked in her now blind gaze.

Ae-Ri's POV

Ae-Ri tossed Alec her handcuffs without another word and made straight for Opal. "Are you okay? What did she do to you?"