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Post by anonymouse on Aug 28, 2016 6:40:29 GMT -5
Nice!! Yeah we def restarted the rp at an inopportune time lol. I start college on Wednesday ]]
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 28, 2016 19:51:20 GMT -5
back and responding ! ]]
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 28, 2016 23:09:19 GMT -5
(Well, derby practice was called off, so I get to post tonight) Eve ran close behind him, slightly less hidden than she had been during the altercation with the agents earlier. The glock around her waist gave her more confidence than anything else had that day, for it was something familiar. A handgun of a different size, slightly smaller to fit in her child hands. Her dad’s praise, telling her that though she would never make a good hunter; after all, she cried after catching a squirrel, she might make a good sharp shooter yet. His huge hands, big as her head, ruffling her hair whenever she would hit the center of a target. They had human shaped ones, but she never wanted to use them. She didn’t like the thought of shooting someone. With stars and circles, paper monsters and beasts, why shoot at people? When the agents came around the corner, they might as well have been one of the paper cutouts, for the response was automatic. Seven years of target practice for speed and accuracy came back all at once and she drew and shot before she could even think about what she was doing. The glock was heavy, way heavier than the little handguns she’d practiced with. A hole in the paper, a hole in the head. Dropping the gun at her side, she could only stare as the agent went down, blood pooling on the ground. “I-I didn’t… I’m not…” But she couldn’t bring herself to finish any of the sentences, because she knew it was her fault and she feared not only the recoil of her actions, but the fact that she was now, truly, a murderer by her own hand and not that of her abilities. Al gave an understanding nod. “You don’t have to go down there if you don’t want to. Besides, you shouldn’t have to anyways.” He paused a moment, tilting his head slightly as if listening for something. “There’s no gunfire anymore, Ashley should be back. I’ll be right back.” Crossing the room at a near jogging speed, he slowed at the entrance of the bunker and walked up slowly, continuing to listen for anything that might be out there. Satisfied with the silence, he slid back the tile and slipped outside to be greeted by the blackened walls of the alley. The agents were in no better shape, their charred bodies lying curled on the ground. Blood stained the arc where the onslaught of flames had started, and he guessed it belonged to the dead agent in the top-of-the-line gear who had made it to the point where Phoenix must have stood. Phoenix herself., however, was no where to be found. Swearing, he headed back into the bunker. “She took off. Left a mess too. Sure hope it doesn’t lead the agents right to us” He grumbled vaguely, returning to where Sera and Oliver stood. He knew trusting her was the wrong thing to do. The stream of white that was the walls racing past at the edges of Theron's vision stopped when he did, blurry because of the ability inhibitors but different-looking than how he'd seen them before the pills stopped. For months he'd walk slowly down these halls every day, going from the small courtyard, to the cafeteria, back to his room, and each time his surroundings were the same. Gray men, gray suits, gray walls. But looking at them now, he'd at first had to squint because the lack of monotony was staggering.
He didn't know why he was thinking about this when the gunshot rang out - maybe because the blood that spurted from the guard's black uniform held a vibrancy to it that made him blink, as if he'd never seen the redness before. His mindset snapped back to reality within a millisecond, and he glanced over at Eve. "You didn't shoot him? You're not a killer?" Predatory eyes regarded the rest of the men across the way, and a nod at them gestured to her to keep going - "All I know is that you're not so useless after all."
-- Sera bit her lip and nodded as Al ran off, feeling her shoulders tense up. She had Oliver for company these few minutes, but for once she didn't feel like filling in the silence - her throat was too tight with anticipation to speak, and she felt her hands shake a bit. What if he came back with her body in his arms, bullet-strewn and limp? Or worse, what if he got jumped and agents got inside? She could envision it, them filing into the small room as if occupying some foreign country, guns at the ready; her invisibility wouldn't get her out of that one. But soon the footsteps returned - one pair, she realized as she let out the breath she'd been holding - and her eyebrows raised at Al's empty hands. "She's... gone? But n-not dead... j-just gone." This eased some of the fears seething at the back of her mind, and she leaned against the wall, listening to Al's complaints made under his breath. The last thing she wanted was to feel guilty for another agent attack - the reason they were there was because she was being led to safety - so she opened her mouth to speak again. "I can help with that, Al. M-moving the bodies. I'm th-the invisible g-girl, remember?" Without even asking for permission (she was getting better at that) she began walking towards the exit, her form slowly disappearing from view.
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Pronouns: she/her/that one weirdo
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Post by hawki on Aug 29, 2016 1:46:57 GMT -5
The guard made a face showing incredulity, looking over the two, but then put up a hand to show he'd given up. "Man, I don't get paid enough for this. You can both go back go London or wherever the heck you're from, I'm gonna go get a street taco or somethin' while the squad's out." He then spun around and disappeared in the crowd. Felix smiled and waved, making sure the guy was surely gone before acting himself again, slouching slightly - even though it was clear that the guard wouldn't have cared whether he was a small-time felon or a murderer. He turned to the kid. "I mean, love the accent, but take it from me; you don't need one to be true Irish... mate." He gave a chuckle, then looked down to see he was still in his pajamas, and shrugged. "Gotta go back to my apartment and get some actual clothes on... but hey, you play any poker, or blackjack?" It was a long shot, but having a parter for a couple of rounds always put more cash in his pockets. Chance half-held his breath until the guard had walked away and then hesitated to answer the man. He didn't know this guy at all; shouldn't even be talking to him since he was technically on the run, but it had been so long since he'd allowed himself contact with people (beyond paying for food or a hotel room) that it was nice to forget his situation for just a moment. He considered the opportunity for human interaction, weighing the pros and cons which simply boiled down to: Prosyou get to be normal Consyou might die Chance was still on the fence. He gestured in the direction of the guard's escape route. "Before I go anywhere with you: what the heck was that about? What'd you do, man?"
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 29, 2016 22:52:54 GMT -5
      The redhead had to admit, it was a bit funny seeing this kid in some kind of internal moral dilemma, and when Chance finally spoke, he let out the laugh he'd been holding in for a few seconds. "What'd I do?" Felix took a draw from the cigarette and smiled devilishly; "I was in a girl's hotel room and she kicked me out." He paused. "More like I snuck into a lady's room to get some shut-eye while she went out to breakfast and book club with her girlfriends and she caught me hitting the snooze button this morning. Same thing." At least it wasn't drugs or something.
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 30, 2016 22:07:28 GMT -5
college tomorrow!!! wth this feels so weird ]]
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hawki
Pronouns: she/her/that one weirdo
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Post by hawki on Aug 31, 2016 1:31:56 GMT -5
The redhead had to admit, it was a bit funny seeing this kid in some kind of internal moral dilemma, and when Chance finally spoke, he let out the laugh he'd been holding in for a few seconds. "What'd I do?" Felix took a draw from the cigarette and smiled devilishly; "I was in a girl's hotel room and she kicked me out." He paused. "More like I snuck into a lady's room to get some shut-eye while she went out to breakfast and book club with her girlfriends and she caught me hitting the snooze button this morning. Same thing." At least it wasn't drugs or something. Chance resisted the urge to cough on reflex and arched an eyebrow, not entirely sure that he believed what the man was telling him, but it didn't matter anyway. He had to be moving on, before another agent found him somehow. They had their ways, lots of complicated, seemingly impossible ways. "Sounds fun. Well, I'm glad I could help anyway. Have fun with whatever you're doing." He turned his back, preparing to melt back into the crowd and disappear. (omg, that's pretty cool and kinda scary! Good luck!!)
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Post by Dieselpunk on Aug 31, 2016 20:30:13 GMT -5
(Good luck dude! I hope your first year experience turns out as good as mine did!)
Eve knelt slowly and retrieved the gun, holding it level with the other agents, though now the tip quivered violently. At Theron's signal, she slowly approached them, eyes glistening with tears. After the brutality and suddenness with which their comrade was killed, the agents stood still, regarding both of them with burning hatred but not daring to make a move. She swung the gun to point at each in turn, though now it was nothing but an empty threat that she hoped would be enough to keep them at bay until they were safely down the hall. If one of them were to make a move, she doubted she could shoot again, now that it was fully intentional. Heck, she was barely keeping it together after killing one of them unintentionally. Once she had cleared the last agent, she turned and ran, not bothering to check and see what their next move was, nor how Theron was fairing. She hated what he had said, that he found her more useful because she'd accidentally killed someone. Maybe she even hated him, she wasn't sure yet, but even if she didn't, she still couldn't bear to look at him.
“I don’t think she’s dead, probably captured or just ran off. I’m going with the latter. I don’t see why you even trusted that woman in the first place. Any pyro that lets her second in command die of hypothermia obviously doesn’t care about those who follow her.” In his ranting and angry pacing, Al nearly missed what Sera had said, but he did catch the mention of bodies and the fact that she went off towards the entrance. Annoyance temporarily forgotten, he went off after her, even after she disappeared. “Wait, wait! I can’t let you go out there! It’s really gruesome! It would be very irresponsible of me to let a kid like you clean up a bunch of messed up dead bodies.” He reached out and swiped at the space in front of him, hoping to catch her shoulder but coming back with empty air. “Besides, this mess goes way past picking up some dead people, she charred the entire alley and there’s blood. You’d need an illusion master to cover this up. So unless you know someone who can do that, please come back here.”
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Post by anonymouse on Sept 1, 2016 20:09:37 GMT -5
thanks both of yall! responding after I practice piano c:
edit: piano ended up taking much longer than I thought so if my post doesn't show up I fell asleep hahaha ]]
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Post by anonymouse on Sept 4, 2016 12:51:29 GMT -5
sorry guys, probs shoulda told you that my weekends are busy af because of work - I can post more on weekdays c: ]]
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Post by anonymouse on Sept 6, 2016 1:32:50 GMT -5
oo I love eve's anger this is the best I'm responding with Theron because he takes the longest to type up and I'm gonna finish this in the morning! ]]       A calculated patience as if belonging to a teacher surrounded Theron as he watched Eve move towards the agents, slow and sturdy in gait, then... pass right by. His mouth hung half-agape and his brows lowered behind the helmet-mask, and with that he let out an irate "Hey!". But she never came back from around the corner, and he realized he was standing in front of two agents with the opportunity to shoot him down at any second; the reverse-irony in the fact that their guns were now more powerful than his weaponless self was frightening - and then he realized he did have a gun, in its holster.
      It felt weird pulling the firearm out, like he was going against his own nature, but it was the only thing that could save him now. Theron used the agents' distraction towards Eve to his advantage and quickly aimed, then squeezed, twice. The noise made him flinch a bit - has he shot a gun, ever? - and his eyes opened as he heard the sound of bodies hitting the tile. They were still moving, but down. As he slipped by them he shot them again, flinching once more but silently reveling in the kills, then sprinted after Eve, who was all the way down the hall and getting close to the double-doors that lead outside. But there had to be guards between here and there. 'Are there?' Well, if there were, Eve would be the first to go; with that thought - true to form - he gave an inward shrug and felt no empathy or guilt.
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Post by Dieselpunk on Sept 6, 2016 14:40:15 GMT -5
(It's ok, I understand! I work as well, so I'm never going to get at you for not having time.
I can't remember if/what I named Banes' partner, nor what Eve's last name was, so I'm sorry in advance if any names I use for them sound wrong.)
Keeping a close eye on any side hall or door, Eve hurried forward, desperately hoping the double doors ahead lead outside and not to some food court or lab. Having been knocked out in the main lobby, she didn't have the slightest clue where the main doors would be. When the hallway widened out into said main lobby, she was filled with relief. It was nearly over. Once she stepped outside, she was safe and could go home, chasing away her experience with a glasses of wine until she forgot it all or it blurred into an excusable bad dream. It didn't even occur to her that there could be anything outside, since the place seemed unguarded when she got there. Without a moments hesitation, she pushed open the double doors, squinting as the warm afternoon sun temporarily blinded her. Was it the afternoon of the day she came in? Had a day passed? Two days? Oh well, what did it matter. A quick scan of the parking lot revealed that her car was still there and still unlocked, a bad habit she'd picked up from living alone in the woods for so long. Digging her spare set of keys from where it was hidden under the back seat, she stood in front of the open door, considering waiting for Theron. Though he'd angered her greatly, he did help her get out of that place, so she decided to wait until he made it out as well before taking off. In her focus on the front entrance, she neglected to notice the police car parked across the street.
Despite having all windows rolled down, the old cop car was still uncomfortably hot and the heavy uniforms didn't make things much better. Banes' partner had reclined the seat a bit and appeared to be drifting off and though Banes would usually get at him about it, since there had been no activity from the building since they had gotten there, she chose to let it slide. At the sharp, though faint, ring of a gunshot near the entrance, followed close by a couple more, she went to shake his shoulder but found him already alert, having heard the shots too. A moment later, a young woman emerged from the building and Banes dug a pair of binoculars out of the glove compartment. Though it should have come as no surprise since that particular woman had crossed nearly every officer's desk as a witness to many accounts of bizarre public disturbances as well as a couple murders, though they were never allowed to follow up on these, she was still shocked. "Eve Markowski is here." Her partner quickly snatched the binoculars when they were offered to him. "No way. What are we waiting for then? We need to take her in for questioning!" He went to open the door, but she grabbed his other wrist. "Wait. Look at her hand. She's armed and waiting for something. Call for backup."
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Post by anonymouse on Sept 8, 2016 0:32:34 GMT -5
Yeah, I've been pretty much swamped with homework this week. I think after this little period of adjustment I'll be better by next week. Sorry Hawki, I wanna respond so bad but I've gotta go to bed :c I have nothing after school tomorrow tho so I can reply then! ]]
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Post by anonymouse on Sept 8, 2016 0:33:15 GMT -5
Actually I can probs respond for Felix before I go to sleep. One sec ]]
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Post by anonymouse on Sept 8, 2016 0:41:47 GMT -5
      Felix almost let the kid leave, but thoughts jumped around his head so quickly - 'Your rate of getting caught when you're with a partner is 30% less than when you're alone!' one rang. Another, 'I wonder if he's ever even played blackjack, poor guy; I'd be doing him a charity.' He pushed through the crowd, keeping his eye on Chance's jacket in front of him. He had been a pretty good on-the-spot liar, which shows that he could probably learn quickly too, and lower the chance of Felix getting a black eye. "Let me word that differently," his voice sang overtop the masses, "How would you like to make 500 bucks in one day?"
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Post by anonymouse on Sept 8, 2016 23:11:32 GMT -5
that's ok! being honest I don't remember either XD what the heck is theron's last name anyway responding! ]]
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Post by anonymouse on Sept 9, 2016 1:07:07 GMT -5
      Up ahead the doors were opening - the silhouette stood for a moment before the bright light pooling in - until they closed and against the wall was a dull metal once more. For the last time, Theron reconsidered the situation. As someone with little emotion, he tended to be more pragmatic, looking at things from a logical standpoint. But without intuitive aptitude, feelings he rarely felt had started to rise to the surface, and he realized now that they never meant anything good. They meant loss of power, weakness, abandoning linear thought for disjointed impulsivity. He could either be a slave to useless emotion, or the owner of a well-trained bloothirst. The consequences of the former had made themselves known. So when the uncertain voice echoed from the back of his head sentiments of apprehension, of letting himself get caught out of empathy for potential further victims of himself, he retaliated by walking even more deliberately forward, strong steps a manifestation of the inner victory over his own mind. He would be a partner to the beast as he once was, except with an awareness of it now.
      As he pushed the doors open and the white walls turned into blue skies, he felt stronger than before, with little doubt towards his nature.
      The parking lot was half-empty, and the quietness of the outside seemed strange. He regarded the girl walking fast in front him with simple apathy. She was no longer part of his mission; they were out, both of them could do what they pleased, and he certainly didn't want to acquire her power, so there was no use for her. But then he noticed she was walking right at a 3:00 angle to a police car in the distance. 'Does she even know?' He expected not, and would have let her go, but then realized that he would seem suspicious also. He was wearing the full uniform and mask, but what would the cops think of a guard who walked away from an escaped Special? 'Guess we have to be acquainted a few moments longer.'
      "Stop right there!" he shouted, pointing his gun towards her, hoping she'd have the sense to go along.
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      The invisible girl halted in her tracks as Al talked about Phoenix, not revealing herself, but not going anywhere either. She thought about what he was saying for a second. Maybe he was right? Maybe Phoenix really was selfish, wearing a mask that painted herself as the opposite? But Sera refused to acknowledge it, based on her own experience with her friend. At 'please come back here', she narrowed her eyes, and turned around, at this moment becoming visible in front of the entrance. Arguing was not her thing, so she almost shrugged and muttered a half-retaliation, but she felt a deep urge to come to her friend's defense. "You don't know her like I do," she quietly said, then grew in volume slightly; "When I first saw her years after the explosion she was a wreck. Thought everything was her fault. And she was like this because she did care." She paused. "I think if I hadn't turned up, she would have killed herself."
      Sera let her hand go across and grab the other arm, and looked down as she realized her face was probably red. That was enough confrontation for the day, and she didn't want her new host to think she hated him. "Sorry. Y-you're totally just stressed and looking for someone to b-blame, I get it. And I guess I d-don't have to do all the cleaning."
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hawki
Pronouns: she/her/that one weirdo
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Post by hawki on Sept 11, 2016 14:42:53 GMT -5
I haven't forgotten this promise OTL just busy)
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Post by Dieselpunk on Sept 11, 2016 17:18:02 GMT -5
Relieved to see that he made it out safely and she could go home now, Eve made to get into the drivers seat and froze at his shout. Turning her head slowly, she saw he had the business end of his own stolen gun trained on her. What was he doing? Was he hijacking her so he could make his own get away? Just angry that she tried to leave without him? Was he actually an undercover agent? At this point, she hoped for the first two. Turning the rest of the way to face him, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye and risked a quick glance. A police car was parked across the street, two cops observing their altercation. Then his plot occurred to her. Since he had the mask on, there was no way for the police to tell the difference between him and any other agent. She was easily recognizable and had neglected to pick up the face mask, so she probably looked like an escaped convict to them. Slowly putting her gun on the roof of her car, she put her hands up and approached Theron cautiously, doing what she hoped was playing along, since she hadn’t quite set aside her original theories. Every so often, she would risk a quick sideways glance to see if the cops were buying it and would leave. At the appearance of a fully masked and uniformed guard easily recognizable as one of the agents who often took over their odd cases, Banes’ partner put down the radio in disappointment. “Well, I guess that’s that then. The government steps in again.” Banes, however, was not so easily deterred. Something about the situation didn’t seem quite right to her. Maybe it was just the skepticism she’d picked up from her time working cases, maybe it was intuition from all the unusual events she’d worked on, but she wasn’t going to leave without at least trying to get a statement from the guard. “Wait here.” She told her partner, getting out of the car and shutting the door before he could protest. Letting her elbow touch the gun holstered at her waist, she approached the guard confidently, not letting any sign of doubt or hesitation creep into her gait. Appearing ready for anything could give her a much needed upper hand in a situation like this, since these agents were known to be very closed off and classified about their work. She stopped a couple meters away and crossed her arms, trying to appear intimidating but not too threatening. “We received a local report of gunshots at this location and would like to collect a statement from you concerning this incident.” - - - - - “No, no, don’t apologize.” Al told her, the frustration in his expression dying out, replaced with shame and exhaustion. “I didn’t realize how much she meant to you. It was wrong of me to say what I did, I should be the one who’s sorry.” He let his apology fade into silence, unsure of what to say next. It had been a long time since one of the bunker’s occupants had stood up against him like that, mostly because he never gave them a reason to. And the last time had been because he was trying to protect them. What he did now, it was petty and uncalled for and he knew it. She’d just lost a friend, whether to death or capture, and he couldn’t push aside his own personal vendetta to give her some word of comfort, as he would if anyone else came to him having lost a friend or family member. “I know this won’t make up for what I said, but tonight after dark, I’ll search for her, whether it be for better or for worse.”
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Post by anonymouse on Sept 16, 2016 0:12:10 GMT -5
Like an oppressive government, the sun's heat sent itself down from the sky and made the air dense, so that there wasn't a breeze to be found and every semi-reflective thing was dangerous to the eye. Theron felt it in the way his sweat began to mat against the inner fabric of the uniform, but he didn't show his discomfort except for through a near-discernible squirm of the shoulders as he heard footsteps approaching from the direction of the car. His hands were tight around the gun, with its safety lock on and his thumb far away from the trigger, and he gave Eve a wink behind the masks's transparent front. "You should probably wait 'till I detain this prisoner first," he mentioned out of the side of his mouth to the officer. 'How rude, interrupting a perfect escape.'
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A little smile appeared on Sera's face - Al seemed almost crestfallen, and he didn't even need to explain himself for her to know he didn't really mean it. "It's okay," she said, quietly, but solidly. She leaned against the wall with her hands across her chest as he went on, and then looked up when he said he'd look for Phoenix. "Al, you don't have to..." she started, but then realized that he did. She wanted him to. 'But not without me.' "I'll go with you." A pause - she knew he would probably say no to this, so she continued; "I'm invisible, so what could anyone do to me?"
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Post by Dieselpunk on Sept 23, 2016 20:07:25 GMT -5
(Hey! Sorry it's taken me so long to respond. Work, school, and family have really taken up a lot of my time, but hopefully things have calmed down a bit.)
"Ok then, do so. I'm not going anywhere." Though she understood his reasoning and probably would have done the same thing in his position, Banes faked an impatient look. The agents were no friend of hers so she didn't mind acting abrasively towards this man. She cast a quick glance back at her partner, partially to make sure he had stayed in the car, partially to alert the agent that she wasn't the only one there in case he tried anything funny. He was still in the car, mostly. In her absence from the drivers seat, he had climbed halfway over the glove compartment and was sticking his upper half out the window, watching the scene closely. Eve, who wasn't nearly as good at hiding things, shifted nervously from foot to foot as the cop persisted, refusing to leave the situation alone. Despite the dangers it possessed, she couldn't keep the slight hope that her power would flare up and give her some sort of opportunity to escape. Of course, it could be flaring up now, she was anxious enough for that to happen, but it wasn't real useful if the cops gained something easy to control. Though Theron's wink reassured her a little bit, at least he probably wouldn't do anything to her, the situation was far from solved.
Al's brow furrowed at Sera volunteering to come with, which he should have guessed would happen. Though he still felt guilty about his rude outburst, the thought of her tagging along was out of the question for him. He didn't want to add her to the growing list of people who had come to him for help and had had something bad happen to them. "I'm sorry, but there's a big difference between invisible and invincible. Besides, there's no telling what we'll find in searching for her. If we're attacked..." Then it occurred to him. If he went out alone and was killed, there wouldn't be anyone to inform the bunker group of his death. And, he had no doubt that this girl would go out searching for both of them and fall into whatever danger was present. He leaned closer to her, keeping his voice low so that only they would heear. "Fine, but if something happens, you turn invisible, you get out of there, and you tell the people here that I'm dead. You can do as you like after that, but even if you didn't see it happen, you assume Phoenix and I are dead and you never look for us. Ok?"
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Post by Dieselpunk on Oct 1, 2016 13:31:47 GMT -5
I think so! It has a really cool atmosphere about it, especially in the first season, and has an interesting take on 'superheroes'.)
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Post by anonymouse on Oct 15, 2016 11:26:53 GMT -5
yo diesel sorry! I'm totally with you on that, I'm taking 20 credits plus voice and piano lessons rip me I never knew this would be so time consuming
hey seabass! sorry for the late reply, adjusting to the college life is difficult af lmao you can still join if you want! ]]
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Post by Dieselpunk on Oct 15, 2016 16:40:29 GMT -5
Holy cow man, I took 17 credits my first year and thought it was a lot! I can't imagine 20 plus lessons. I completely understand, so rp when you're able to. School and such is much more important.)
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Post by Dieselpunk on Oct 16, 2017 14:17:10 GMT -5
(Hey, just wanted to let you know that if you ever come back to this RP, I'm still around. Not real frequently, but I do check in every now and then)
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