forum Bag thief Roleplay

Started March 13, 2018 by @Twitchy

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(Alrighty.)
Marco stopped in front of a tall, white building. He entered and went into the elevator. (Let's just say he's right behind you two, ok?)

(Deal.)
Althea was about to close the door when she heard footsteps. Assuming it was a neighbour, she stepped back out to say hi.

Marco tried to fake a smile, it didn't work. "Hi. Um," Marco leaned against the wall trying to look casual, "I know this is weird, but I smell your power. I don't know how or why I just do."

A sinking feeling filled her gut. "What do you mean by powers?" she faked.

Marco frowned, "don't play innocent. I think you can read and control minds. I use ice magic, we're not that different." Marco silently pleaded for her to not control his mind.

Althea did a quick scan. He knew, and he wasn't going to let go. She closed her door halfway and appraoched him. She raised her hand as if to shake it, then brought it up and hit him around the head, hoping to at least daze him.

Marco staggered backward, "Shit, lady that hurt." Marco froze the ground and her feet, she was stuck.

"Godammit. You cyrokinetics always have a trick up your sleeve, don't you?" she complained. She dived into his mind; he unfroze her and opened the door to the apartment. He walked inside, and she followed. "But telepathy always win."

Marco felt as though she was shoving his head into a pool and suffocating him. He could talk with his own words but couldn't use his other body parts. "F*** you, lady." (Can we drop the f-bomb?)

(ummm that's up to @Twitchy)
Althea mock-bowed and shut the door behind her. She sat Marco down and released him.

Marco didn't try to leave. "What do you want?" He spits on the floor.

Althea grimaced. She'd just washed her floor. "Why did you track me here?"

"Do you ever listen? I told you that I picked up a scent of power and decided to follow it. It led me to this shithole, God." Marco sneered.

"And I don't believe that's all there is to you. An extremely rare amount of people can trace powers without trying."

"I'm telling the truth. Search my head if you think I'm lying. I can use ice magic and trace powers. I just found that out today."

(Love you guys that was so funny haha, and yeah swearing is allowed don't worry. I tried to just say at the start that anything goes cause it's easier to free roam your character so, do what you want as long as it works)
Alastair walks back into the room, holding a bowl of cereal in one hand, and a spoon in his mouth. "Hey Althea, I hope you don't mind, I'm starv-" He mumbles through the cereal, suddenly swallowing it and holding the spoon out towards Marco, holding the bowl close to his chest, "He-hey! You two are in cahoots!? You know he can do weird shit with ice right? Isn't it illegal to use powers on people? Stay away from me magic man- I'm with the police now!" The words spill from my mouth like a neverending river of… stupidity. I'm holding a spoon like it's a wand at a man who can literally make me into an ice sculpture… Probably…
(Alastair doesn't know about Althea's powers yet)

(Cool.)
"Woah! I didn't know I could turn people into shit! It's called ice you Goddamn idiot." Marco spat.

"Yeah, but ice isn't supposed to come out of you. Like, not even a little bit. S-So you keep your whole," I flick the spoon up and down in my hand gesturing to his body, "Thing? IN your body and I'll not defend myself with… this spoon." Warmth stings my face as I slowly fall into the void of absolute patheticness. "Hey- spoons can do serious damage! Don't try anything."

Marco stretched out on the recliner. "You want me to keep my power in my body, not my thing."

Althea chuckles at Alastair. "Alright, Alastair, sit yourself down before you embarrass yourself further."

"Lemme guess you don't know that Althea can do some messed up shit too?" Marco smirks.

My eyes shoot between Althea and Marco. I clutch the bowl and place the spoon back into my mouth, sitting down on the nearest seat. I left my shoes on a rack in the kitchen. I bring my legs up, practically hugging them. "Ok." My words are muffled by the spoon, "Ok so… So why is he here? Why are you here?"

'Why is he here? ' Good question. Marco faces Althea, "I'd like to know why I'm here too."

I sternly glance between the two. I don't like this. Not in a petty, angry way but, I've never had to be around people with powers like this. Normally they keep to themselves or fight each other. I rub my hands a little, lifting the bowl to my lips and finishing it. I place it down on a nearby table and put the spoon back into my mouth. It's… calming. Plus, I think it's the only thing I could use if he decides to turn back into frozone.