forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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"You could say that." Blake scuffed his feet on the ground out of embarrassment. Years of practice made it easy to keep his facial expression blank. After a moment Blake spoke up again. "I'm Blake by the way." He stuck out his hand to shake, but retracted it seconds after, noticing there was dried blood on it.

Josh blinked rapidly at the dried blood, but quickly recovered by grinning. "Man, that dude you were beating up sure had it coming, huh? I'm Josh." He grinned.

"If you don't mind me suggesting, there's this AWESOME Ramen place just down the road a few blocks–I should know, I work there–I mean…I honestly don't know what other Ramen places taste like, cause I've only eaten at mine, but…it's good? Like, it's GREAT. My grandmother makes all of the food there–and I'm not just saying it's good because she's family and I have to say that. It is, really good. It's all really fresh, and it's just like a home-cooked meal–aaaaand, I'm rambling." Josh grinned sheepishly, coloring slightly. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Josh. I'm willing to talk about food anytime." Blake cracked a smile. He internally cringed, wishing the blood on his hands was Ben's and not his own. He took a deep breath to clear his head. "Any food is better than barrack food. Lead the way, Josh."

so am i

(I'm back! Love our new lil cinnamon roll's relationship w Blake!!!!!)

Macha ate slowly, not having much of an appetite, but knowing that she needed food to sustain her body and mind. She watched Ana follow Dani out, and, once again, was sucked under by a riptide of an almost motherly worry for the scarred girl. She followed as Dani lead them into the passage, unsure if she could trust this "Dr. Axyl'. Lenn's soft face, round eyes, and almost platinum blond hair floated in and out of her mind, as if all the treasured, painful memories of him had escaped the dam she had set up in her head. We had been two of a kind…, she thought, mourning him all over again. Grey on grey, both wearing colorless clothes, both with silver in our veins… Macha remebered the little frozen pond where she would watch him figure skate, carving art into the ice with his skates, leaping, twirling, dancing, putting on a secret show just for her. Following the memory, gunshots sounded in her head, bouncing around in her skull. Bullets everywhere. Lenn stumbling, slipping on the ice, lunging forward to shield her with his body. "NO!", she had screamed desperately, trying to throw him off so that he could take cover beneath her huge wings. "Pretend to be dead.", he had whispered urgently, coughing up blood. Helpless, she did as he had instructed. Macha had still seen the knife whistling through the air to embed itself deep in Leonnard's back, heard he whirring of helicopter blades as the R.A.C. helicopter flew away, seeming to gloat evilly. "LENN!", she had screamed, crying, rivers pouring out of her eyes. "Lenn! Come back!!" He had smiled sadly up at her, the tip of the serrated knife jutting out off his chest. "Goodbye, love.", he whispered coughing up more blood. "Y-you are my sunshine–", he wheezed and continued. "My— only sun–sunshine. You make me h–happy–" He had looked into her golden eyes and whispered a final: "Goodbye…".

Ace followed Dani and Ana and pulled Dani aside. "Dani, is there anything that removes things, like I don't know, a tattoo?"

"Yeah" She whispered. "Right past mission control which is where we're-"Then recognition of why he was asking dawned on her. She gasped. "You have The Mark, don't you? Ace don't lie to me. I won't tell the others I promise."

"Dani, I don't know what it is. It's covering the blank space. We need to get it off."

Dani looked alarmed. "Ummm.. okay. Right after the meeting I'll take you there. But basically if it has words and is really creepy and it appeared on it's own than it's a Mark. But no one else can know about it, especially Macha. So do you have a plan? Because I'm open to suggestions." She whispered, careful to make sure that none of the others were eavesdropping.

Ana continued to look around. Her eyes not exactly watching where she was going, so there was more than a few times where she’d trip over herself. Talk about embarrassing. Her gaze went over to look at the others. Dani and Ace were talking about…something, it wasn’t her place to know anyways. Those soft hazel eyes of her swept over to Macha. These people always seemed to be trapped in memories. Just like her… Ana was unsure of how to approach this so all she did was try and give a reassuring grin. Though it was a struggle to smile at all.

Peter kept a flickering, tired gaze to the rest of them, dependent mostly against Skylar while the chance to rest was an option. He supposed he was lucky to have, perhaps, a less tragic childhood; poverty was taken less seriously then death of family or loved ones, he'd learned. And even though he's been through that, his impoverished life, still, seemed to sweep away the validity of his grief. The only thing to really do in a dog eat dog world under the poverty line, was just keep working to survive.

"No idea." Ace said. He couldn't believe this was happening again, he remembered the pain he'd felt in the alley.

Then they arrived at mission control. (Sorry idk what else to call it.) Director Axyl was waiting for them around a circular table. (like the ones in star wars)"It is good to see that you all made it in one piece! You are very lucky that Agent Shield insisted on getting you. Unfortunately, right now not all of the agents have the same capacity for patience as she does, seeing that we are at war. Dani walked over and stood beside him. "Director Axyl, there are more than two Terrors." Then she whispered in his ear," Ace has the Mark. I'm going to take him to Eric to get it off." He nodded. Then Dani turned to the others. "I have to show Ace something important. The sleeping quarters are separated into common rooms with smaller rooms for us to live in. Go to he second door to the right and make yourselves feel at home."

Dani motioned for Ace to follow her. "We're lucky that improvising is one of my stong-suits. Don't worry." She reassured him, noticing that he looked a little pale. " You'll be fine."

"Thanks, Dani," Peter yawned gratefully, resting an arm around his midsection with dull pains. His other arm reached to hold Skylar's.