forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Zander slowly and carefully began to moved the wings from Blake's face. As he moved them he realized that he had never hated the R.A.C. more than he had now. To think that they had done that to someone else. Though he'd only known Blake for the better part of an hour he felt his pain, and wanted nothing more than to see that Blake was never allowed back into their grips. Eventually Blake's face popped through the feathers and Zander
finally spoke after contemplating what he would say."I'm sorry that that happened to you, but this girl Dani. She must care about you enough to tell you the truth."
(Sorry about the late reply. I had a bunch of things to do real quick.)

"She shouldn't. I'm awful." Blake picked his head up a little to sip on his drink before tiredly sinking back down. Despite his tears eyes, he let out another huge yawn, the drinks starting to sink into his system. "Z-Zander? I'm not… feeling too well." Blake's eyes fluttered shut, his body began to go limp as well.

'ello!

" It's the drink. I told you it was strong." Zander soothed," You need to lie down? I can get you the a room upstairs?"

Blake replied with a drowsy "Mhm." Already starting to drift off at the bar, itself. His wings twitched every few seconds, a half hearted attempt to keep himself awake.

"Alright." Zander said aloud," let's get you to a room." And with that he helped the half awake Blake to his feet and into a hotel room on the 3rd floor.

Blake slung his arm and his wing around Zander's shoulders. "You're the best, man." He squeezed Zander tightly, his druken attempt at a hug. By the time they reached the third floor, Blake was completely relying on Zander for support.

Zander felt his eyes tear up. Blake didn't know what was going to happen later. " You're pretty cool too man." Zander found himself saying. Zander helped Blake into the room and onto the bed. After few minutes when he was sure that Blake was asleep, Zander pulled out a gun. It was a standard Smith and Wesson with a R.A.C. silencer. {important news NO BLAKES WERE HURT IN THE MAKING OF THE NEXT SENTENCE}Zander pointed it in Blake's direction and fired.(It fires blanks, he uses it on his targets with a video camera on him at an angle that the targets chest can't be seen, effectively fooling the R.A.C. into believing he completes his missions when really he give then a second chance [it makes no sound so as not to disturb his target who is asleep and would wake with a gunshot.{This is why he had to get Blake drunk.}])

Zander sat in a chair behind the where the camera had been. It could recline, so he put away the camera away first and then sat down. He had completed his mission and let Blake live. It had been a good day. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

Blake was out like a light, tucked comfortably into a warm bed. His dreams were mostly of the Citadel, but of course, nightmares from the R.A.C. made it into his mind. Each one blurred into the next at a pace Blake's drunken state couldn't keep up with, letting him slip into a deep, blissful sleep in preparation for the hangover he'd have to face whenever he woke up.

Wait, midnight as in 12:36?

You're in the Eastern timezone of the U.S.A.?

(Yeah @Nerd)

I'm three hours behind you and now that I'm thinking about all the times you were on, I'm worried about your circadian rhythm.