forum The Wish Granter (Fantasy RP) OPEN FOR A SHORT TIME

Started May 15, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Heyyyy Marcussss, I brought you someee- Marcus?” London looked around, all he could find was a note.

OH.

Marya shot Marcus a glare. "Don't interrupt me." she laid down Ailith's map on the table. "That's why I came to you. Mulan's son. You're pretty good with plans, so you get to help me out. Huzzah." she pulled up a chair. "The only thing I know right now is that I want to kill someone."

( They could probably be helping Marya, Marcus and Nimue )

(And where would they be?)

"Dumbass." Cal shouted, flipping him off. "I hate you."

“Love you too,” he called back drily.

Cal picked up the closest thing that he could find, which was a rock, and chucked it at Kirin's head. The sudden movement sent a sharp pain coursing through his wound.

( They could probably be helping Marya, Marcus and Nimue )

(And where would they be?)

(They're in a room in the rebellion base/an abandoned palace)

( They could probably be helping Marya, Marcus and Nimue )

(And where would they be?)

(They're in a room in the rebellion base/an abandoned palace)

(Right. How should they appear?)

“Ow. Rude,” he said, returning the finger.

-

“Oh. Okay. Yeah. Uh, we say that since you found Nimue to be a backstabbing traitor - no offense, Nimue - and Cal didn’t trust you enough to tell you things - disregarding the fact that the Riptide Guy is a mind controller - you deserted and want to work for them?” He suggested.

“None taken,” she muttered.

"I have no idea what you just said other than Nimue is a backstabbing traitor. I'm fricking dumb, Marcus, explain slowly." Marya glared at him, swinging her axe.

“Of course that’s the one part you catch,” she said under her breath.

“Okay so basically, we say you got hella pissed at everyone here and decided to desert. And then we… I didn’t think this through. Never mind.”

"Hell yeah, you didn't think it through." she groaned, bringing her feet to rest on the table. Marya closed her eyes, but opened them quickly, realizing with a panic that the only thing she could see when she closed her eyes was Cal. And Cal hurt to think about.

“You know who’s good at plans? London.”
Shit. I didn’t think this through either.
“Kim going to go get him.”
Stop talking while you can, Fa!
“Be right back.”

Cal continued to sit in the dungeon, not knowing what to do. All he did was stare at the floor, or the ground, or the metal bars keeping him in. He thought about Nimue and Marcus, but about Marya most of all. If Cal saw her again, would she hate him for leaving?

"No wait, don't leave me with-" the door shut behind him-"her." Marya crossed her arms and turned to face the wall.

“Oh, come on, what did I even do?” She asked after a moment, frustratedly. “The asshole is a mind controller, Marya!”

London held the letter fondly with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"He defended you. You stayed with him. No sign of struggle. Nothing." she slammed her axe on the table, still facing the wall so she could cry without Nimue knowing. "I thought we were friends. Best friends."

“It’s a mental struggle, Marya,” she said, starting to sound pleading. “It’s not something you see. And even if he likes me doesn’t mean I like him!”

Marcus mentally kicked himself over and over as he hesitantly knocked on London’s door.

Tears trickled down her cheek and into her mouth. They tasted salty, almost like how she was feeling at the time. "So much desperation in your voice." she pulled out her pack of cigarettes and lit one, inhaling the smoke.

“Yess? Come in!” London said cheerfully, sitting on top of his table.

“Those things will kill you,” She said after a moment, voice turning cold. Stubborn, stubborn Marya. Blinded by love and needing someone to blame.
Isnt that you?

“U-um, he… hey, Lond.. London,” Marcus stammered, blush already rising to his cheeks.

Cal let out a deep sigh, looking at the floor blankly. There was nothing to do. They would parade him around the kingdom and they would probably whip him and kill him in the end. To send a message. Cal shook his head, wishing that he could say goodbye to his friends.

//yeet

"I know. I'm hoping I get killed during a battle instead. Go down with some honor." she yawned and flicked her cigarette into a trashcan.

“Marcus!” London yelled in delight, he ran over and wrapped his arms around Marcus’s neck.

“I honestly think living to old age would be best, but you do you.”

“Hi?” He squeaked, a little shocked at the sudden hug. Maybe he hasn’t read it…?