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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 21, 2017 17:22:02 GMT -5
This is a one on one RP but it is NEVER private! I'm always open for duplicates! ;> Message if interested!
All I ask is that you are descriptive and able to type at least 10 lines per post! Thanks! c:
Character List:
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{Marco Blythe | Male | 21 | Cryokinesis (Ice Manipulation); Causes pain if overused. | Runaway criminal, currently in the gang. | Always cold around him, loves to get into trouble, night owl. Would probably not take much of a liking to Otto, as fire and ice never go well together.}
{Alexandria Kaltman | Female | 26 | Electrokinesis (Lightning/Electricity Manipulation) | Veteran of the gang. | Gives off a small shock if touched, loves thunderstorms, good with computers, will not hesitate to shock anyone who makes fun of her.}
{Valerie Byrne | Female | 23 | Fragokinesis (Explosion Manipulation); differs from fire, a lot more combustive. | Front-line fighter, in the gang. | Makes good toast, can control level/intensity of explosions at will.}
{Jean Kirshner | Male | 16 | Aerokinesis (Air Manipulation) | Defender of the group due to him being able to hold bullets and people off by blowing them away. | Has heterochromia eyes, one blue and one brown, can 'fly' by propelling himself into the air.}
{Agent Ashton 'Ash' Black | Female | 35 | N/A, Human | Former Assassin; Stealth | Only kills on orders, otherwise uses her abilities to restrain/capture targets and bring them back for questioning. Loves the whole 'agent' getup with a suit and all. Weapon of choice would be a butcher knife at her side. If looks could kill, everyone else would be dead.}
{Agent Elliott Wolfe | Male | 44 | N/A, Human | Enforcer; Front Line Fighter | Way stronger than he looks. Knows plenty of martial art moves. Can probably take a bear down if he wanted to. Sticks to his fists but has a simple pistol and brass knuckles if needed. Likes to think he's the strongest, very full of himself.}
{Agent Jessica Lyon | Female | 22 | N/A, Human | Medic | Can fight if needed, but otherwise stays back. Not afraid to jab anyone with a needle. She is a woman to be feared. Always equipped with a first-aid kit that's practically overflowing, knowing that everyone else is constantly reckless. Weapon is a tranquilizer strapped to her hip.}
{Agent Sebastian Strange | Male | 28 | N/A, Human | Scout | The one who was sent to search for them, can also fight if needed. Stays up all night working, sleeps all day unless called to go out to search some more. Coffee and energy drink fanatic, always has bags under his eyes. Impatient, wants to get things over with quickly. Weapon is an AK-47, which he barely touches. Won't take crap from anyone.}
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{Bernadette Proctor | Female | 27 | Enhanced senses and physical abilities (Eg Strength, Speed), able to enter a 'berserker mode'. | Leader of the pack | Mainly goes by her surname, has anisocoria and several old scars along her neck. Very tall, likes Carly Rae Jepsen but keeps this fact under wraps. No time for any nonsense, ever.}
{Everett Darling | Male | 21 | Healing powers and the ability to calm people down, ease their pain. (Skin-on-skin contact is required for both.) | Healer | Likes photography, used to be scared of blood, is working through that. Irish accent. There's something vaguely feline about him. Hates drama and conflict, falls in love easily.}
{Otto Bendicott | Male | 19 | Fire embodiment; like the Human Torch, but mainly on his hair and arms. | Basic member of the group | Eyes go white and cloudy when using powers. Lot of bark, barely any bite. Cries at everything (Anger, happiness, fear. You name it. He cries.) More caring than he first appears.}
{Bisera Tristful | Female | 13 | Ferrokinesis, the ability to control precious gems and metals. With concentration, she can transmute some of her skin to a diamond-like material for protection. | Too young to work, training to get stronger with her powers. | Hates raisins, sweet but sneakier than she looks. Loves big dogs. Her hero is the black-footed mongoose.}
{Agent Damocles Killian Corvidae | Male | 51 | n/a, human | Veteran of the agency | Walks with a limp in his right leg after a wound to the hip. He uses a black black cane to help his walk, and has learnt to fight, and cause serious damage, with it. Incredibly intelligent man, not afraid to play the long game. Likes red wine and classical music}
{Agent Nell Briar | Female | 31 | n/a, human | Front line fighter | She uses a bizarre little weapon; a Pistol/Knife/Knuckle Duster. Apathetic and detached, looks a lot younger than she actually is, hates Nightclubs and violent video games as she thinks they're too loud.}
{Agent Isidore Cobb | Male | 29 | n/a, human | Sniper, mainly sticks out of actual fights | Careful yet surprisingly rebellious at times. Very good with machines, more so than people. Bounces his leg and cracks his fingers most of the time. New Orlenes accent. Feeds the wild raccoons.}
{Agent Ramona Arce | Female | 17 | n/a, human | Rookie, eager to prove herself | The girl's a walking armory: a handgun in her holster, a two barreled shotgun on her back, a hidden blade, barely thicker than an envelope, up her sleeve, and another hidden in her sock. But her weapon of choice has to be the wicked hunting knife he has strapped to her left leg. Roughly 20cm of smooth, curved steel, she wields it like it's part of her body.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 21, 2017 21:59:20 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Caught in the crossfire." Marco Blythe.
Runaway. Criminal. Monster. You name it.
He only became those things because society forced it upon him. His life started out rough, and it only got worse from there once he figured out he had the power to control ice. It seemed cool at first, but decided differently when he realized it injured his hands every time.
Besides the hand injuries, in the beginning he was unable to control it altogether. His emotions influenced his powers, and when he was ticked off then chaos was sure to follow. Over time he learned to control it with practice, but he was quickly deemed dangerous. The ice wielder had even been told that he would be sent somewhere to be monitored so he wouldn't lose control again.
Of course, Marco hated that idea. So naturally he ran away. And thus began his life of crime, starting out small by stealing then making his way up to killing if need be. Though he only killed if he felt threatened.
However, that was enough of his past. Now onto the present time.
The time was four o'clock in the morning. Marco had been walking down the streets when sirens wailed from behind, giving Marco an adrenaline rush. His heart began to thump rapidly, and he bolted forward. He wasn't in a state of panic, he was just the opposite in fact. Marco could only be described as a thrill seeker, and this was just the kind of thing that excited him. He had nothing better to do than steal or be chased anyway. The corner of his lips tilted upwards into a grin, and after a bit of running he decided that he was gonna fight. Marco suddenly stopped and turned back to face the two cop cars, taking a fighting stance. Brakes squealed to a halt, and neither sides hesitated to make their move.
Marco had one outstretched arm, palm facing in the direction of both cars. His other arm was holding the other steady, and he clenched his hand into a fist which unleashed an ice barrage towards the cars, consisting of a humongous sharp icicle shooting towards both vehicles like a spear.
On the other hand, some of the cops were hanging out of the window, guns aimed directly at him. The sound of about ten shots filled the air, almost simultaneously.
After that, everything seemed to go in slow motion.
His ice protruded into both cars, cutting clean through to the other side. Marco attempted to create a shield of ice in front of him, but not before one bullet hit him in the chest.
Marco's face twisted into a scowl as he glanced down, staring at the crimson liquid as it dripped onto the ground. At least the cops were taken care of. Releasing his clenched fist, he rested both arms at his side. The ice began to melt, leaving behind the mess he caused.
Marco huffed, turning his back to everything and continuing on his way home before anyone else was alerted of this incident. He stuffed one frostbitten hands into his pocket while the other applied pressure to his wound.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 9:25:27 GMT -5
I'm interested! This looks pretty cool :00 any idea where you'd like to go with this?)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 22, 2017 14:02:46 GMT -5
{Hello there! And thanks! ;>}
{As for ideas, our characters could both have powers and be like sworn enemies, maybe from a rival gang or they could just straight up hate each other, but are surrounded and forced to work together to escape the police/government agents etc.}
{Or your character could be powerless and just wants to help my guy, getting caught up in his mess.}
{That's about all I can think of at the moment. Or we can wing it and see how it plays out. ;3}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 14:15:09 GMT -5
ohhh they both sound pretty cool, though considering your guy's just been shot in the chest, maybe it's best for my character to have some kind of healing ability lol or this could be a very short rp ^^' if we're doing the rival gang plot, why don't we have a couple of characters?? I don't know about you, but I quite like having a group c: It's down to you tho ofc)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 22, 2017 15:14:36 GMT -5
{Haha that's true! And yeah, I'd totally be up for creating a couple more characters!!!!!!}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 15:26:36 GMT -5
Awesome!! How about the other characters tried to recruit your main guy earlier but he wouldn't join? I have a few character ideas c:' do you mind if I claim the leader of the gang? Just bc I feel like the leader and your guy would have a lot of interactions )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 22, 2017 15:36:47 GMT -5
{I love that idea!!!!! And the gang leader is all yours! ;> I'll have to think of what other characters I'll have, haha.}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2017 5:42:37 GMT -5
Thanks Shall we get started? I could have one of my characters approach Marco now?)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 23, 2017 13:30:54 GMT -5
{We shall! We need some action. ;3}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2017 6:03:06 GMT -5
ok! c: I have four characters lined up, but I guess I'll just start with the healer) They'd been keeping an eye on him for a while. Marco was a wild card, a dangerous and irresponsible wild card. But he was still one of them. Even if he'd turned down the offer to join, he was still a member of their community by birthright, and that was why Proctor had ordered that Marco be kept under close watch. It was important to look after your own, because the rest of the world sure as hell wouldn't. Not a close enough watch so that he'd known, because that would've really set the strange ice-guy off, and there really was no telling what he'd do when he was mad. Whoever watched him needed to be subtle, and quiet, to walk on their tiptoes like a cat and be able to maneuver closely around Marco's personal bubble without ever brushing into him. So Proctor had sent Everett to play babysitter. Everett's healing and emotional influence abilities made him an important piece of the group, and frankly, he didn't like being assigned to nanny some idiot wh'd turned down a good offer for no reason. If Marco had just accepted their offer, he wouldn't need shadowing, but he hadn't, which was why Everett was standing in this alley now, coat closed tightly around him against the cold, boots scuffing at the ground to keep his feet from going numb. He was pale enough as it was, but the cold was turning his ears and nose bright red, which was infuriating. He watched Marco from across the street, and when the cops showed up, prayed that he'd just start running. Everett could keep up with a runner, but he couldn't stand watching a gun fight. Being a healer had helped him get over his fear of blood a long time ago, but the noise of gunshots were just awful. Ten shots were fired and Everett flinched, closing his eyes. When he opened them, Marco was still standing, thank god, but he was clutching his hand to his chest, and had a grimace on his face that told the whole story. Greeeeaaaaattttt. After Marco ran off, Everett set off after him, skirting the ice and damage caused by the fight, and ignoring any policemen trying to shoo away civilians. He kept his head down and pace quick, not in too much of a hurry. Marco wouldn't be able to get too far with a bullet hole in his chest. The streets got quieter and quieter and Everett got closer and closer to his mark. It'd be a bad idea to get too close to Marco and startle him, especially if he was injured, so from a distance of about two meters, Everett raised his head from the upturned collars of his wool coat and called out, "Marco, stop." There was no guarantee that Marco would recognize, or even remember Everett, given Blythe's quick dismissal of the group and his very short stay, so the healer hoped a direct address would be enough to flag his attention. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, which was pretty suspicious, so he begrudgingly raised them into the cold air, showing he was unarmed, "You're going to bleed out." I found a nice faceclaim for Everett incase you were wondering what he looked like ^.^ I love designing characters!! )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 25, 2017 1:22:42 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Call me Mr. Freeze ONE more time." Marco wasn't a fool, at least. The crimson-stained hand applying pressure to his wound started to work its magic by forming a layer of ice over his skin. When he was done with this 'bandage' of sorts, a small sigh escaped his lips. It was enough to stop his bleeding-for the moment. However, judging by how sluggish he felt already, the boy knew he was already in trouble.That was when he heard a voice."Marco, stop." A guy's voice came from behind. Marco did as instructed and came to a halt, turning around with a scowl plastered on his face. His icy blue eyes were narrowed in caution, wondering who it was this time. The last thing he needed was trouble, especially at a time like this while he was injured. Luckily, the person across from him didn't appear as a threat, so Marco kept one hand resting at his side and the other buried in his pocket. He didn't carry any weapons however, only relying on his fists or powers for protection.
Marco let out a small chuckle at the boy's next words. "And what does it matter to you?" The words slipped off his tongue, appearing almost as if it was a challenge. Nobody cared about him, and he didn't care about anyone. So why did someone suddenly show up and act as if they've been 'best friends' for ten years? Beats him.
The ice wielder shifted his balance from one leg to the other.
Marco was sporting a black hoodie, which was now ruined and stained thanks to the police. Along with that he wore some dark jeans and some converse shoes. It was a simple getup, and if he wanted to he could blend in with a crowd. Though it was rare that he went out in the middle of the day. One, he hated people. And two, he slept during the day. He was a night owl, preferring to stick to the ungodly hours of the night as it was the ideal time to pull off a heist.
"Just get to the point, I don't have all night." Marco's impatient tone called out to the other. He couldn't shake the fact that the other guy seemed familiar, like he's seen him before. Though he just couldn't put his finger on it.
His thoughts were quickly interruped as the pain was more prominent, both in his hands and his chest. He had been distracted due to the adrenaline and the other guy, but every second that passed just made it feel worse. His scowl turned into a grimace, but the ice bender didn't say anything else, just waited for a response.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 25, 2017 1:39:37 GMT -5
{When should we start adding the other characters in? Should we throw them in the RP when we see fit? XD}
{Also maybe we should list out all of our characters and age, gender, powers (If any), occupations, etc. and I can add it to the top.}
{AND EVERETT LOOKS SO GOOD AHHHHH!!!!!}
{ALSO SORRY I GET CARRIED AWAY WITH CODING.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 25, 2017 2:38:45 GMT -5
{You don't have to fill the forms out if you don't want to, but I think it'll be helpful. I don't exactly know what characters I want to have yet, so I'll fill mine out later.}
{Name | Gender | Age | Power (If any) | Occupation/Role | Extra info (If any)}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 5:36:38 GMT -5
Filling out some forms is a good idea! Sorry that they look a little basic rn, but I just wanted to set my characters down here until they actually show up {Bernadette Proctor | Female | 27 | Enhanced senses and physical abilities (eg strength, speed), able to enter a 'berserker mode' | Leader of the pack | Mainly goes by her surname, has anisocoria and several old scars along her neck. Very tall, likes Carly Rae Jepsen but keeps this fact under wraps. No time for any nonsense, ever.} {Everett Darling | Male | 21 | Healing powers and the ability to calm people down, ease their pain (skin-on-skin contact is required for both) | Healer | Likes photography, used to be scared of blood, is working through that. Irish accent. There's something vaguely feline about him. Hates drama and conflict, falls in love easily.} {Otto Bendicott | Male | 19 | Fire embodiment; like the Human Torch, but mainly on his hair and arms | Basic member of the group | Eyes go white and cloudy when using powers. Lot of bark, barely any bite. Cries at everything (anger, happiness, fear. You name it. He cries.) More caring than he first appears.} {Bisera Tristful | Female | 13 | Ferrokinesis, the ability to control precious gems and metals. With concentration, she can transmute some of her skin to a diamond-like material for protection | Too young to work, training to get stronger with her powers | Hates raisins, sweet but sneakier than she looks. Loves big dogs. Her hero is the black-footed mongoose.}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 5:40:42 GMT -5
ahhh I have to go! I have half a reply ready, I'll respond when I get back!!0
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 25, 2017 5:44:24 GMT -5
{Ah no worries! Take your time. ;> I should really go to sleep, as it's almost six in the morning for me haha.}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 9:25:17 GMT -5
omg go to sleep)
"My name's Everett Darling." He took a couple of steps closer, slow as he could. This was both not to alarm Marco and make him do something they'd both regret, and also not to fall on the ice. It was bad enough his nose had gone all red, he didn't need to embarrass himself right now, "Proctor sent me to keep an eye on you after you turned down her offer." There was no point in lying anymore, or sneaking around. Besides, there was no way he'd believe that a healer just HAPPENED to bump into him, would he? Just looking at Marco made him feel cold, even in his long coat and scarf, and Everett was wishing like crazy he'd brought gloves, but that would defeat the point of his powers. "Maybe it's a little rude of me to point out, but you appear to have been shot." He pointed at the bullet wound, which seemed to now be enclosed in ice, edging closer, "I can help with that, it's kind of what I do." He'd be thankful at this moment in time to be allowed to use his powers, because it filled his whole body with a pleasant warmth, the kind that pooled in your stomach and toes and made your face tingle gently. Being an icy kind of guy, maybe Marco wouldn't find it so pleasant, but it couldn't be any worse for him than dying. He kept edging closer, slowly lowering his hands, until he was within reaching distance of the other man, his breath billowing into wispy clouds in front of him. He didn't go any closer than that, not without a verbal agreement that this wouldn't end messily. One, he wasn't much of a fighter and two, Proctor would kill him if this ended in a scene. The last thing they needed right now was to be drawing attention to themselves. This thought made Everett quickly look over his shoulders, the streets were pretty empty, but they were still out in the open, and exactly how long would it be before the police came running after the guy who just totaled their cars? He jerked his head towards a dark alley just off to the side, "Maybe we should get in out of the open?" He wasn't really in the bargaining mood, but his gut was telling him that trying to order marco around would end in tears, "I don't know about you, but I really don't want to just be standing here when the cops catch up."
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 25, 2017 19:42:42 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Wait, how long were you watching me?" Marco eyed Everett warily, never once letting down his guard. Besides that, he could tell the guy seemed true to his actions. Everett didn't look like much of a fighter, so that was a relief.
Marco was like an animal, he would only attack if provoked or threatened. If he had to, he could muster up a burst of strength and attack. But that was a last resort, which would most likely cause the boy to black out due to all the spent energy and previous loss of blood.
The ice wielder had this unique sort of side-effect to his powers-the air surrounding him was chilly. One could only describe him like a living freezer, as he was always cold. Unfortunately, warmth was almost a foreign feeling. But living with his powers for some time, the boy had grown accustomed to the cold.
"Proctor? Wanting to keep an eye on me?" Those two just didn't seem to match up to him. He had turned down the offer simply because he didn't want to associate with a gang or the members, preferring to work as a lone wolf. At least he didn't have to worry about anyone else.
The corner of Marco's lips pulled up into a smirk as he chuckled upon hearing Everett state the obvious. Anyone with a brain was able to tell he was shot. But his next statement came as a surprise.
Help? The ice bender hated the word, assigning it as almost like a synonym to the word weak. But Marco was in no place to refuse the gesture, watching as Everett stepped closer.
"Guess I have no choice, huh?" Marco reached one hand up, running a hand through his messy dark brown hair, walking towards where the gang member pointed out. Stopping as he stepped into the shadows, he leaned against the wall. He took a moment to glance up at the night sky, admiring the stars. Glancing back down at his chest, he placed his right hand over the wound, which in turn melted the ice. This gave Everett access to his wound so he can examine it if needed. He also, rather reluctantly I might add, held his frostbitten hands out as well.
"Think it's possible to fix this as well?" The criminal spoke, trusting the guy at this point enough to relax his guard slightly to let him work his powers. The only thing he didn't particularly like was that the guy was from the gang, but it wasn't a huge deal. He just didn't want to make any wrong moves, or at least anything that would cause the gang or especially Proctor to be mad at him. Seeing as Everett was sent to keep an eye on him for God knew how long it's been now, it was smart to keep on their good side.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 25, 2017 23:27:52 GMT -5
{I've made some progress on my forms but I'm super tired due to only getting like four hours of sleep last night. So with that I'm going to sleep now. XD}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2017 5:24:21 GMT -5
dude get ur sleep pattern in order!!! :00 ur like a ~ vampire ~ )
He tried not to visibly sigh with relief when Marco decided not to make a scene and ducked into the shade away from prying eyes. It felt a bit sneaky, slipping into a shaded alleyway, and it stank of garbage and black ice, but at least it was private, "Cosy." He muttered, rubbing his hands together, feeling the gentle heat begin to blossom in his palms. The wound on Marco's chest had gone a little bit black from the ice he'd packed around it, and Everett tried not to stare at the exposed skin. As the healer of a group of what was essentially a pack of super powered toddlers, he did a lot of healing, and had seen most of the group in some form of undress or another, but Marco was still a stranger, and it was odd to be doing this in a back alley in the dark. Felt weird. When Blythe showed his damaged hands, Everett winced, but nodded, "If you're not dead, I could fix just about anything." It sounded like a brag, and it was, so he tacked a half hearted shrug on the end of it, "But, if you don't mind, I'm going to start with the gaping hole in your chest." His hands had gotten warmer and warmer to the point where the cold seemed to have vanished around him. Closing the distance between himself and Marco, Everett slowly eased his right hand over the wound; fingertips first, and then his palm. His left hand he rested in the space where Marco's neck met his shoulder, trying to ease the pain away from him, calm his mind. The two aspects of his power worked in tandem; healing and calming, you couldn't have one probably without the other. Typically he placed his left hand near the temple, or cupping a cheek, but that was a little intimate for the guy he'd just talked to for the first time five seconds ago. Marco's skin was so icy but that was probably a given. Everett's eyes fluttered closed involuntarily, and a light glowed from beneath his fingers, turning them bright pink, white at the edges. The comforting warmth in his hands faded from him as it was transferred into the wound, and then Marco's body as a whole. His power acted like a very clever program; it was the same routine every time, but it was able to locate the problem and fix it without interfering with the rest of the body. Due to Marco's low body temperature, it would undoubtedly spread all across his skin in an attempt to warm him up. He held himself there for a few seconds and then eased off, when his eyes opened, his pupils were huge, the normal greyish colour completely vanished under the black until they shrunk back down again. The bullet wound was now a pinkish dot that would eventually scar, but not cause him any more hassle. Wordlessly, he took Marco's hands in his own, his own fingers getting colder, but then heating up instantly on detecting another injury. He pulled them a little closer on instinct , trying to completely cover them with his own. The process was repeated, this time a little quicker, as it was mainly skin damage repair as opposed to muscle injury. Despite the earlier brag about being able to fix just about anything (was it a brag if it was true?) doing the bullet wound alone had been a little tiring, and doing two hands straight after made his head spin. He let go and staggered back a step, until he bumped into the alley wall behind him, the cold rushing in in the absence of his power, as the light faded from his palms. Bracing his legs out in front of him, he pushed his weight against the wall, letting the brick support him. Blinking hard, trying to clear blurry vision from extreme pupil dilation, he spoke, his voice a little bit slurred, like he'd been drinking, "Better?" was all he could manage right now. He'd be fine in a few minutes, but right now he would've appreciated it if the world would stop spinning.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 26, 2017 10:14:30 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I feel like I can do anything!" "That's a relief." Marco exhaled, trying to hold back from wincing and using his powers as Everett placed his hand directly on his wound. Marco despised being touched, but this was an exception. His first instinct was to attack, but he knew he needed to calm down. Taking a long breath to distract him from his racing mind and pounding heart, the ice wielder couldn't help but glance down at the soft pink glow emitting from beneath Everett's fingers.
Once the other hand rested on him, Marco felt an odd sense of calm surrounding him. It hit him just how much stress he had been through lately, so this was a nice change at least. The came some warmth. Oh, he was definitely enjoying that. To take a break from the cold was something he had longed for his entire life. Not to mention that the pain was easing as well. He was in a state of pure bliss. He could feel his mind clear, stress leave, and pain drift off. It it hadn't been for Everett, it would've been a long, rough night.
Next came his hands. His calloused, icy hands met with soft, warm ones. Of course it would only be for a brief moment, but it was the best moment he had in a long time. When the boy stumbled back, Marco straightened up.
"Hey, you good?" His voice was laced with a slight concern for the one who just treated his injuries. "I'm feeling great." He added in response, moving his hand to give the gang member a thumbs up, still feeling pretty good after that. After about a minute of silence between the two, mostly to let the other recover, he spoke up.
"Hey man, you didn't answer my question earlier, about Proctor." Marco stared at Everett, pausing for a second. "Why does Proctor want to keep an eye on me?" The question had been nagging at his mind. After all, he was just curious. Were they not going to leave him alone until he accepted the offer to join the gang or something? Shrugging slightly to himself, he waited for a reply. After having thought about it for some time now, he came to a conclusion that it might be better to stay as a group. It wasn't like he was able to take out the cops all on his own. That would just be ridiculous, seeing how he already been shot once.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jun 26, 2017 10:17:57 GMT -5
» Møиø¢ħяøмe Hey! I'm super interested in having a 1x1 RP with you - it's been ages since I had one besides rping warriors ;w; I saw you'd be willing to do duplicate rps, so would you? : D
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 26, 2017 10:22:49 GMT -5
{Hello there 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽! Of course I'd be willing to create a duplicate! Give me a second to create another thread for us so it doesn't get confusing here.}
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jun 26, 2017 10:23:36 GMT -5
» Møиø¢ħяøмe Got it! : ) Thanks so much ~
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 26, 2017 10:34:48 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2017 11:05:07 GMT -5
◈ ---- "Because You're one of us."
◈ ---- "I'm peachy," he promised, nodding a little, "Just need a second." Already the world was righting itself and he was beginning to regain feeling in his finger tips. Everett folded his arms and stuffed his hands under his armpits as an extra measure to warm them up again. They felt twice as cold now that he'd lost the added bonus of his own heat. Marco looked good which was a bonus victory; sometimes when someone was in such a bad place mentally, there wasn't much Everett could do for them, and even after he tried his best, he could still see lingering trauma in their body language. He'd been scared that Marco would just take his healing and split, and at this moment in time, there was no way Everett would have been able to follow him, his feet felt like two balloons. At the question, he shrugged, stomping his feet on the ground to try and regain the feeling in them, "You're one of us, Marco. You may've turned down the offer to be a part of our group, but that doesn't change who you are." This was something of a rehash of the speech Proctor had given him when she told him he was to be babysitting Marco. Everett hadn't exactly leapt at the chance, and his annoyance was rewarded with a lecture on solidarity. "We have to look out for each other. There's a lot of people out there who'd try to exploit, or hurt, us. Proctor doesn't mind that you had your reasons to stay solo, but that doesn't mean you should be alone." He hoped the speech was more rousing coming from a tall, serious lady then from a very tired pale young man. "So she needed someone to shadow you, and she sent me." He flapped his arms a little in exasperation, but there was a tiny laugh to his voice, "Said I was the best choice because a) I'm good at being subtle and b) you'd probably be mortally injured by the end of the month." He gestured to Marco's whole body with a small, vaguely smug, smile. Though if he thought a gunshot was bad, Marco might learn true pain when it got back to Proctor that he engaged the police in the middle of a busy road. "Also, it's not as sweet but it's true, she thinks you're a liability." Everett regarded the other man, "You must know there are men out there that would like all of us rounded up and put in cages. She was scared that if they caught you, it could lead them straight to the rest of us." It was scary reasoning, but it was realistic. There were a few members of the group with stories about their time in certain 'containment facilities', Proctor being one of them. He had a sneaky feeling they'd all rather die than return to anywhere like that again. Everett had been lucky, he'd been skipping from town to town his whole life, largely unnoticed. How long would he last in a lab? He wasn't a fighter sure, but he liked to think he was kind of tough in his own dapper way. He'd find out for certain, he supposed, if he ever went under the needle.
I liked your coding so I decided to ~ emulate ~ it ^^' )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 4:39:46 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Trouble is my middle name." Well, Everett did have a point. He wasn't so different from the gang, as he was a criminal with powers which most of them probably were too. Marco nodded at Everett's speech and moved his arms up to crossing them over his chest as he listened. He longed for the warmth from earlier, trying anything to keep warm. His hoodie wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. And he didn't feel like wearing a huge winter coat around all year, (Though the thought of it sounded cozy) as that would bring too much unwanted attention.
"Heh, Proctor was right about that, I always seem to find myself in tough situations." The boy nodded, smirking ever so slightly. It wasn't anything to be proud of, he just stated the fact. It wasn't necessarily fun to get caught up in situation after situation, whether it be simply being chased, to what seemed like an all out war in the middle of the street like earlier.
Upon hearing he was a liability, he nodded. "Seems about right." Marco shrugged his shoulders a bit, choosing not to argue with what Proctor said, as she seemed like the type who could easily break all his bones in the blink of an eye if she wanted to. Shuddering at the thought, he frowned upon hearing the bad news.
True, his capture could lead to the whereabouts of the gang. He had never put much thought into or that necessarily. What he did think of somewhat often was what would happen when he was caught. It made him anxious just thinking about what they could do to him, a lethal criminal, with powers capable of destroying a lot more than just a handful of people if he so chose to. He guessed something inhumane was done to people like him, as they, whoever it was, wanted to study the capabilities of people's powers. It was just a guess though, and he never wanted to experience anything of the like.
"So, I assume you plan on taking me back to Proctor and the rest?" A wild guess, but it probably wasn't that far off the mark. Marco let his arms fall back to his sides as he awaited a response, a cold breeze causing him to have a dissatisfied look on his face.
{Sorry for the poof earlier! I went to a theme park and came home and took like two naps. And you're fine! I love coding, I think it looks really cool. c:}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 5:50:06 GMT -5
{Marco Blythe | Male | 21 | Cryokinesis (Ice Manipulation); causes pain if overused. | Runaway criminal, currently not in the gang. | Always cold around him, loves to get into trouble, night owl. Would probably not take much of a liking to Otto, as fire and ice never go well together.}
{Alexandria Kaltman | Female | 26 | Electrokinesis (Lightning/Electricity Manipulation) | Long-time member of the gang. | Gives off a small shock if touched, loves thunderstorms, good with computers, will not hesitate to shock anyone who makes fun of her.}
{Valerie Byrne | Female | 23 | Fragokinesis (Explosion Manipulation); differs from fire, a lot more combustive. | Front-line fighter, in the gang. | Makes good toast, can control level/intensity of explosions at will.}
{Jean Kirshner | Male | 16 | Aerokinesis (Air Manipulation) | Defender of the group due to him being able to hold bullets and people off by blowing them away. | Has heterochromia eyes, one blue and one brown, can 'fly' by propelling himself into the air.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 5:51:19 GMT -5
{Finally got around to doing the forms! Alsoooo, we can timeskip if needed. Like if they wanna go back to the others. Mostly cause it's faster that way haha. c:}
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