Wolf felt a tug beneath the ground, and heard the whispers. As the men advanced, he pulled on the tug with all his strength. A crack was heard and the pavement they were standing on opened. A tendril shot out of the gap, and several branches shot out of the main body of the plant. They latched onto the men and pressed them against the building's wall. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, gentlemen." Wolf said, mockingly. He did a little bow, and then hopped up, onto the building's roof.
(sorry for my inactivity!)
"Hello," Aza chirped. "Wolf, isn't it?"
"Uh hey. Yeah, I'm Wolf. You must be beautiful, nice to meet you." Wolf replied. (Poor attempt at flirt, apologies ;-;)
Aza let out something between a snort and a sigh. "Yes, Azalane is very similar to beautiful, isn't it?"
out of context super quick. What we can do, just a suggestion is switch perspectives of characters
It would be easier to let everyone have an equal chance to write, and would happen at decent stopping points in it
(How would you suggest we do that?)
[Right now, the story is focusing on Aza and wolf, later it can focus on somebody else, like Sarose or Cylan]
"Oh, I definitely agree." Wolf replied. "So what's a lady like you doing in these neck of the woods?" He asked her, subtly looking around to make sure they weren't being followed.
"Looking for new specimens," she said and cocked her head, a sadistic glint breaking the surface of her icy eyes.
"Specimen… are you a scientist or a doctor?" Wolf said, seeing the glint in her eyes.
"Amateur scientist," Aza replied. "Trying to cure the…" she trailed off and made the crazy motion.
Nodding, Wolf looked around. "Well, it's been lovely talking to you, Miss Azalane, but I'm afraid we're gonna have to cut this conversation short. I'd ask for your number, but I don't own a phone. Good luck, though, I'm sure we'll see each other again." Wolf jumped off the roof, landing on the next one before jumping down into a separate alleyway.
For minute, all was silent, but then gunshots rang out. At least five.
Aza giggled a little and waved her hand. Reappearing a little bit away from Wolf, she stayed in the shadows, her aura wafting around her.
Wolf's foot connected with a man's jaw, and a satisfying crack was heard. "Y'know, stalkers aren't appreciated around here," Wolf said, turning and making direct eye contact with Aza. A grimace was plastered on his face, and three bullet holes could be seen. One in the chest, one in the arm, one in the leg. Falling onto his butt, Wolf leaned against the wall. "Ever hear of the 'Mafia'?" He asked sarcastically.
"The 'Mafia'?" Aza giggled and knelt next to Wolf. She pressed a hand against the bullet hole in his chest and her other on his leg. She focused and heat spread through her hands, healing the wounds and dissolving the metal inside of them. She rocked back on her heels and said, "All better!"
Wolf steeled himself and tried to ignore the pain. "Thanks, Shadow Girl." He said, standing. Pausing, he looked at her, confused. "You haven't heard of the Mafia? Not like, the Russian Mafia, because that would be cliche. I'm talking about the 'Magical Mafia.'" He replied to her question.
"'Shadow Girl?'" She stood and cocked her head. "And of course I've heard of the Mafia. All of them. You're in a Mafia too, didja know that?"
"Of course I knew that. Why else would I be here?" Wolf replied. "Few weeks ago, someone from this area belonging to the Chaos/Lighting type broke off an alliance with my group by doing something… bad. I'm just here to return the favor." Wolf says, an evil smile on his face.
This be a good place to switch perspectives. Maybe to Cy, since he was mentioned. Who would like to team up?
(That's what I was thinking, take it away)
(your character is pretty powerful, maybe you don't need a teammate? or join Aza and I if you'd like)
Actually, not really, he can't use certain types of magics without hurting himself
But, yes, I shall start
The weak light that the moon gave off was hardly enough for Cy to see with. What little light the trees let in cast eerie shadows about the uneven ground.
sorry i took so long to get back, was tied up in senior finals and stuff
The boy ground his teeth in frustration.
The 5th night, and this was the 12th attack on his house.
With a disgruntled sigh, he stood, and walked out to confront the intruders.
"You should leave!" he called to the men on his lawn. "Before you get hurt."
A tall, muscle bound man glared at Cy.
"We're not leaving until we have what we came for, demon! Now give it up, before YOU get hurt."
