forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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I definitely didn't type that Ace was going to die. Hehehe.

It's not cheesy, it's great!

(@Natasha I'm sorry! But I do have to say that as long as a death is meaningful, then I can appreciate it. I STILL DON'T WANT HIM TO DIE THO!!

Also, no! It's actually really good! It's not cheesy at all!)

Well since it's out, I can tell you guys why I want Ace to die. There always has to be a reason. A good reason. Ace dying would be a symbol of how even when you want something to happen, it doesn't always work out that way. I think it's a great metaphor for this roleplay. Of course I do have another plan in the back of my head, but I haven't worked it out yet.

The plan is sort of forming and Ace doesn't die in it, but it's rough.

(@Mish sorry I took so long! I went out for a bit!)

Blake trailed tiredly after Josh, his mind focused on food. God… he was losing more blood than he thought he would. Maybe the wound got infected? He registered Josh asking about his gun. "Yeah…" Blake mumbled in reply. The ground seems to sway under his feet as he lumbered onwards, starting to fall behind a bit.

Yay, what?

It's beautiful

(I don't know why but I imagine Anakin Skywalker. Y'know, teenage Anakin Skywalker.

(@TiredOtter don't worry abt it! XD Gives me time to just chill.)

Joshua turned around just in time to see him falling, "That's cool, I–oh my gosh!" Reaching out, Joshua just barely managed to grab a hold of Blake before he came in contact with the sidewalk. "Holy crap, dude!" As Joshua struggled to keep Blake from face-planting into the sidewalk, he noticed several more injuries on Blake's body. "You're bleeding out–ooooh gosh you're bleeding out! Aish…" Joshua looked around, checking for any signs of life nearby.

"Alright…listen, Blake. I need you to stay awake, okay? Start talking to me, tell me everything, whatever comes to mind, just DON'T stop talking, alright? Focus on talking to me, that's it…" Josh hurriedly grew some plants behind him. Herbal medicines, to help with blood-clotting. He pulled out a few rolls of bandages and a few band-aids he kept on his person at all times.

How the heck do you bandage a wing?! I can't do this! He needs a doctor! Oh gosh, no. Is he gonna die!?!

{It's okay, Jinyoung. Focus. Focus on helping him. Use your power to help him.}

With a steady breath, Joshua crushed the herbs into his hands. Murmuring in Korean–his native language, Joshua imbued his power into the crushed plant, giving it a magical glow. He had no clue how it was going to heal him, but he trusted his powers, and that was enough. Pressing the herbs gently into the whole in Blake's wing, he took a deep breath and channeled his power through his arms, out his hands, and into the plants. The plants grew to make a protective barrier around the gash in Blake's wing, sealing the wound.

Grabbing the bandage roll in one hand, he carefully folded the wing against Blake's back. "Okay, I'm going to try and wrap your wing, so that the pla–er, bandage, will stay in place and keep the blood from coming out–okay? Just tell me if I hurt you." With a deep, steady breath, Joshua wrapped the bandage around the wing, securing it in the folded position. With a few more wraps around, he'd secured the bandage. "There." I dunno if it'll work–I'm no doctor after all. But it should work…at least for now. Now don't move. I'm going to get you some food, okay? Don't go anywhere." Joshua stood, and with one last look behind him, bolted for the Ramen shop.

LOVED. THE. ADORABLE. CINNAMON. ROLL. THAT. IS. JOSHUA.

Blake sat dazedly on the sidewalk as Joshua bolted down the street. Why was he bleeding so much? Had Ben pulled a knife on him? Blake couldn't remember any signs of a weapon like that. Commander Ryker would kill him if he knew Blake hadn't even started the search for Ace yet. Blake took a deep breath, and stood unsteadily on his feet. He attempted to extend his wings, but found out he couldn't. Joshua had bandaged it. Should he wait for him to come back? Blake took a few wobbly steps forward, using the wall of a store for balance. Everything around him was spinning and his head felt unnaturally airy and light. With a defeated sigh he sank back down onto the concrete, wrapping his right wing around his body for protection. Blake struggled to keep his eyes open. The sun was just too bright and harsh…

Hey guys, I won't be here for 6 hours, so do with Ace as you please!

(@NERD IF ACE DIES MACHA WILL LIVE THE REST OF HER LIFE IN MISERY BECAYSE HER SECIND LOVE EVER JAS DUES)

Macha slipped into the room and set the mini platter on the lower bunk, motioning for Ana to sit down next to her. “I’ve brought dried mango strips, graham crackers, an assortment of berries, some sugared almonds, smoked salmon, cream cheese, and some slices of baguette. I didn’t know what you would like, so I brought a bit of everything.”, she said, a little sheepish. “I’m a bit of a sweet tooth.”

Like make him respond and do stuff. Just not his thoughts.

And work on that starry night idea with them on Zodiac. It's @TopazWyrmlet~'s job to spice up the MACE.

Peter's knuckles rapped on the door to the purple room, "Macha? Ana?" He spoke, voice muffled by the door.

"Oh uh…well thank you," she said softly inspecting everything. It still felt so strange eating food she didn't make herself. She hardly ever did. She had never gone to a restaurant in her life or anything. Ana lived a very…deprived sort of life style. "I dunno what to eat really" she admitted sheepishly. Or what to do… Or what to say…. Gosh this was going horribly wasn't it?

Joshua ran back, screeching to a stop beside Blake. "Sorry I took so long. She wouldn't let me leave without taking…" he gestured towards the big bag of food, "all of that."

Plopping down beside him, Joshua unwrapped the bag and started laying out and distributing it's contents. "You seem to have lost a lot of blood, so I got you a lot of meat-stuff. We've got beef skewers, some fish, I got some chicken, and some fish here. I also got some soup here–dunno if you eat with chopsticks or not, so I got some forks n' spoons for ya. You're probably gonna feel really drowsy n' stuff, but that's okay. Just eat up, and you'll be fine soon."

Joshua lifted a bowl to Blake. It was pilled high with meat, veggies, and noodles. He gently sat in into his hands before passing over a set of chopsticks, and a fork and spoon. Picking up his own bowl of Ramen, he broke open a pair of chopsticks and rolled them together, removing all of the little splinters that might've been left behind from breaking open the chopsticks. Turning to Blake, who was obviously pretty dazed, he inquired, "You gonna be okay? Should I take you to a hospital or something?" The softness in Joshua's voice penetrated the soul, his little doe eyes were filled with concern for this new acquaintance of his.