forum Rp Villains vs Protagonists (closed)

Started August 15, 2018 by Deleted user

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I'm fine with any!//

(Alright then, I’m not great at starting but here it goes)

Marco sat at the head of the table, a large granite slate, and glanced at the food but didn’t touch it. He was waiting for River and Marietta to arrive. A nervous servent walked in, bringing wine. Marco knew it was stale, as they always came. But this wine looked, smelled different. Marco frowned at the waiter, not much older than his fourteenth year. Marco drew his rapier, without touching it, and held it up to the server’s neck. The boy froze in a pale fear. Marco’s voice was smooth and deep like oil, “Why, little boy, would someone,” Marco moved the sword close enough to the boy’s neck so it cut, “Like you, think I, a man that experts on poisons, try to poison me?”
The boy seemed to go paler, shuddering and shaking his head. He started to back away but Marco’s sword followed him, “I-I-I d-didn’t -n-no- pl-please, I-“ Marco shoved the sword into the boy’s neck. The server fell, his blood pooling around his lifeless body. Marco dumped the poisoned wine onto the floor.
“Clean it up!” Marco called. Bustling nervous servants came in and started to clean up the body and the wine.
A large woman walked up to him shyly, “They have arrived, my liege.”
Marco waved her off with a hand as Ryver and Marietta came.

Ryver walked in slowly and quietly, "hello, Marco." he said to him

Marco made a madman’s smile, “How nice it is to see you well, Ryver.”

he rolled his eyes and walked over to sit at the table, "Yeah sure, you're just glad your colleague is alive still."

Marco chuckled in an elegant way, “You know me well in that aspect.” Marco looked at the servants, still cleaning up the wine and the boy’s blood, “Out.”

"so what happened over there" he pointed to the wine and dead servent.

“Just a little fun,” Marco replied in a lazy manner, leaning back in his seat, “As assassination attempts always are. This time they tried poison.”
Marco watched the servants exit the room. It hadn’t been the first time, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. They were just scared little things. Marco would’ve felt bad for them, but… Marco shrugged, “I like the taste of control I have over them when they fear me.”

((What'd I miss?))

(Not much, we just started with the antagonists. You and @Blue_Flames_ could start with the protagonists)

((What'd I miss?))

(Not much, we just started with the antagonists. You and @Blue_Flames_ could start with the protagonists)

((Okay)

Halo flutters his wings, staring at the world around him. His usual happy eyes are dark and nervous. His fists are clenched. He spreads his wings and leaps off the building, scouting the homes.

Esmeray walked along the roads, keeping a sharp eye out. She played with the shadows as she walked, something to keep her hands busy.

“Just a little fun,” Marco replied in a lazy manner, leaning back in his seat, “As assassination attempts always are. This time they tried poison.”
Marco watched the servants exit the room. It hadn’t been the first time, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. They were just scared little things. Marco would’ve felt bad for them, but… Marco shrugged, “I like the taste of control I have over them when they fear me.”

"Yeah, I can tell." he shook his head and looked over at the servants.

"Esmeray, anything?" He calls, flying next to her. His eyes glance at the other, his eyes narrowed as he lands next to the female.

She shook her head, dispersing the shadows. "Nothing. At least, nothing to show their presence. As if they don't exist."

Halo gives a frustrated groan. "They can't disappear off the map. They have to be around here somewhere!" He sighs softly, his eyes shutting. "I've been flying around all day. My wings ache like you would not believe." He mutters.

"I'd guess." She said. "Perhaps they changed location?"

"Yeah, I can tell." he shook his head and looked over at the servants.

“Did you see Marietta on your way in?” Marco asked casually, “I don’t want to start without her.” Marco remembered his rapier and levitated it back to him, wiping the blood on his pant leg.

"No, they're here. The air reeks of blood. Of them…" he mutters, shaking his head. Halo spreads his wings, "I'll search again. Use your shadows to reach into the smallest nook and cranny." he says before soaring into the sky.

"No haven't seen her since our last meet up." he looked back at Marco.

She nodded as he left, disappearing into a darkened alleyway.

"No haven't seen her since our last meet up." he looked back at Marco.

Marco smiled fondly, “That was a good one. There was blood everywhere. One can only hope today’s meeting will turn out like it,” Marco started to clean his nails out with a knife.

"Yeah… you have always liked your blood." he replied.

Marco pulled the steak over to him, “What’s not to love when you see that look in You enemy’s eyes when they realize they’re dying. The blood is just a plus, a trophy for your kill,” Marco cut a piece of the steak with one quick motion.