forum A Random Rp?

Started August 14, 2019 by @Simon-Says

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Aster stammered for a moment, following her again. "I am not!" He replied. "My powers are illusion, not…drugs!"

"I have absolutely no reason to believe that, but alright," she said flatly, scaling a tree to see how much farther.

Aster sighed softly, and gently grabbed her wrist. "Lottie, please. You aren't thinking straight. Come back to the castle, and sleep. In the morning, you can talk to Quinn about leaving."

Charlotte hissed at him. Never done that before. "I told you before, I don't want to talk. I'm only going to destroy everything if I go back." She jumped down and continued walking.

Aster caught up to her, and grabbed her arm again, holding her still, and created the illusion that there was nothing around them to try and get her to stay still. "Listen to me, Charlotte! There are things stirring in Wonderland that you know nothing of, that, indeed, would be dangerous even for the residents of it! You cannot go wandering, for your own safety!"

Charlotte pushed him backwards. "I don't think you understand," she hissed. "I care nothing of my own safety."

"Yeah? Then what do you care about?" Aster challenged, holding the illusion.

"Nothing," she answered sharply. "Absolutely nothing. Nothing, no one, not a single thing."

"Everyone cares about something. Quinn cares about the state of his kingdom. My father cares about his family. My grandfather cared about tea and revolutions." Aster replied.

"Well, clearly, I'm not everyone. If I die, all my problems will be solved, and if not, then I'll go home and ignore them."

Aster sighed. "That's really not a good way to behave. Now come on." He said, starting to walk into the nothingness of the illusion. He could see both his illusion and reality, and knew where to walk so he wouldn't hit things.

Charlotte shook her head, sitting down right where she was. "I'm not going anywhere, thanks."

"Why?" Aster demanded, crossing his arms.

"Because," said Charlotte, standing up, "I don't trust you. And I'd like to leave."

"Where the fuck do you think you'll go, Lottie?" Aster asked. "Where? Because you can't get home." He shook his head. "As for trust…I didn't trust Quinn when i first started. I thought he would throw me in prison like my grandfather." He sighed.

Charlotte clenched her fists, boiling with rage. "Fine!" She yelled. "Fine," she repeated in a shaky whisper. She had so much pent-up energy, and she needed to throw something. If she could see a damn thing, then she would have thrown a tree over the wall. But she couldn't. And so, she stood there, powerless, eyes brimming with tears, and stared Aster down.

Aster released the illusion. "Alright." He said gently. "Come on, then." He started to walk, then glanced back at her to see if she was following.

Charlotte pulled the hood on her dress up onto her head to cover her face. She followed with arms crossed, looking down. She was truly hyperventilating now, but who needed to breathe properly when you had - Charlotte tripped over a tree root she hadn't seen and fell on her wrist, hard. With a quiet hiss of pain, she stood up, holding her hand. God, I hope I haven't broken it.

He turned, and frowned slightly. "You okay?" He asked softly, looking at her.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Does it matter?" She asked boredly, voice tinged with annoyance.

"I don't know, does it?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"No. It doesn't," she answered annoyedly. "Please don't ever ask if I'm 'okay' in any situation ever."

"Fine." He said, and started walking again. "If you must be like that." His voice and tone were even.

"Yes, I must. Somehow, I can't seem to change my personality," she answered, voice high with false brightness.

"Yeah well, your personality wasn't like this an hour or so ago." He retorted as he walked. "So. Are you schizophrenic? Insane? Bi polar?" He asked. "Have you got a mental issue, or are you just prone to mood swings?"

"I wasn't angry an hour ago," Charlotte snapped. "It isn't a mood swing, it - that's none of your business."

"Yeah, and why are you goddamn angry?" He replied, crossing his arms. "Is this because i pulled a fucking prank on you?"

"I don't like being lied to," she seethed, voice dangerously low. "Maybe if you stop swearing at me, I'll tell you."

"I was joking." He said in an exasperated tone.

"As you may be able to tell, I don't like jokes, either," she rolled her eyes.