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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 12:23:27 GMT -5
All I ask is that you're literate, like 15 lines or more, descriptive, and at least semi-active. Thanks!
Fire and ice were never meant to be together, or were they?
Character A can control fire. Character B has the power over ice, but they can't control it yet, causing everything around them to become cold or even frozen. Character A had heard of this icy person, but paid no mind to it. Both of them were hated by society for being 'different' and 'dangerous', so they tried to lay low. Character A had an easy time, as nobody knew they had powers. Only, Character B had it hard and decided to stay as far away as possible. Soon after, Character B was wanted by the authorities with a price over their capture. That lead to gangs going after B. One night, B was badly wounded during a fight, when A noticed them. B felt threatened, causing the air to chill suddenly. A suddenly realized that this was the ice person and they were in huge trouble, outnumbered by the gang. A goes in to help, taking down the gang then turning to B, who was bleeding all over.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 13:50:34 GMT -5
(Hello hello! May I please claim this roleplay? (Very nice idea, I must say, kudos to you!~)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 14:01:43 GMT -5
{Hello! And of course you can claim it! ^^ Thanks by the way, I was hoping someone would like it lol. What character and gender would you like?}
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 27, 2016 14:06:08 GMT -5
Hey sorry to bother you I just wanted to know if you'd still like to do the one I claimed yesterday or nah? It's fine either way.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 14:08:09 GMT -5
(Oh goodness.... If i could have Muse B and female, if you don't mind?)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 14:50:21 GMT -5
{Alright, sounds good! We can just jump right into it then! Would you like to start or do you want me to?}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 15:52:06 GMT -5
Killian found herself, once again, alone in her home. She was dressed casually, as no one would come to visit her. Of course, no one wanted to visit her, even if they knew where she lived. With her abilities, why would they? You see, Killian was a bit of a, ah, cold character. She had a rough childhood, so she knew by then that she should probably cover up her feelings with an icy charade - quite literally. Of course, after the initial ice-storm she created, she figured that her 'icy charade' was a bit different than others thought.
You see, Killian had the ability to control coldness. Ice, snow, water - she could bend and pull it to her will. But, more often than not, she had such a hard time controlling it. Once, she froze a man to his window when he startled ehr with a hand to her shoulder. Another time, she encased her foster house with ice, nearly suffocating everyone. Now? She lived in her self-made home - thick walls of bubbled ice granted her perfect privacy, and glowing blocks served as lighting. Killian was never one for fanciful decor, but couldnt help but etch drawings and designs into the walls. Pretty soon, her entire home was chiseled with eyes and hands, flowers, forestry, abstract designs - so she started drawing on paper again, and huge portraits of elves and faeries lined the walls. The edges were caked with frost, but the well-below freezing temperatures never seemed to bother Killian.
So, that's where she was on the day the gang found her; her and the pretty heavy dollar sign over her head. She sat on a chair made of perfectly clear ice, the back curved comfortably, with art supplies, eagles, and papers strewn in haphazardly organized piles around the huge, perfectly smooth ice desk. A row of glowing ice hung above her, suspended by, you guessed it, more ice. Her peacock-blue hair, dyed regularly with store-bought dye, was tossed into a chaotic bunk on the top of her head, and her pale-mint eyes were glued on the paper she was carefully lining oils onto. The paints were blended with a special brush, creating a vividly dark scene of a waterfall. She tossed it over her shoulder - a chilled breeze carried it towards the wall, and a snwflake stuck to the top, effectively freezing it to the wall.
And thats when all hell broke loose. Dozens of huge men hurled themselves against the wall, causing Killian to spring out of her chair in panic and toss up her hands - the loose sleeves of the casual black t-shirt ticked her skin as she willed the ice to grow, thicken, strengthen. At first, her efforts seemed to be holding - the cracks diminished, the pounding stopped. Her heart racing, and her plump, pale-pink lips parted with shock, she lowered her trembling hands. A cold sweat broke over her skin, making her blue skinny jeans feels uncomfortable and her leather boots too warm against her socks. She swallowed nervously.
And then the wall EXPLODED. Ice shards went flying, leaving several scratches over Killians face and arms - a particularly deep over over her upper arm and cheek. She hissed in pain, but adrenaline replaced the pain with panic as she threw up her hands once more. Men, too many to count, came at her with guns and knives - in responce, at least a hundred gallons of freezing water appeared from thin air, crashing into the first wave, down the mountain they had climbed. Icicles bombarded the crowd, wind stronger than a hurricane gushed, snow hurled itself at faces and bare hands, hoping to bite hard enough to hurt. However, not even Killian could hold off the last few men - bleeding from a bullet to the shoulder, a stab to the arm, and several cuts and scrapes, Killian was forced to the groun d, breathing hard.
"Good job, boys. First rounds on me!" The largest man, easily over six foot, eight inches, hurled a mocking laugh at Killian. She slumped to the ground, a few exhausted snowflakes spinning around her body. "Aww, poor little princess. Cheer up, lassy, i'm sure you'll have just as good of a time in the special prison they have just for you!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 0:00:51 GMT -5
The sun was beginning to set on the horizon as a tall figure paced through the park across from where he lived. The park opened up to some woods and mountains, which were off-limits to the public, complete with a rusted no trespassing sign. That just happened to be Alex Wolfe's favorite place to visit. But after walking around for a while as he lost track of time, he found himself lost. He had climbed to the very top of the mountain ledge with a great view of the park and the city in front of him. It was starting to grow darker and colder by the minute, and he gritted his teeth in frustration. Of course he had gotten himself lost! And to make it worse, it was already getting harder to see. Alex proceeded to throw a punch at a tree, stressing out. After staring into the distance for a few good minutes as his mind wandered off, something caught his eye. It seemed as if something was glistening in the moonlight. Shrugging it off as nothing, he started climbing, and falling, back down. Still a good distance above the park, he continued his trek along the mountain, walking in the direction he thought he came. The six foot Alex stuffed his hands in his pockets, constantly ducking to avoid getting hit in the face with stray branches, muttering curses as he got scratched.
Alex was a rather mysterious guy, you see. He absolutely hated people, not wanting to deal with the trouble of gangs and police and all. You see, Alex has the power over fire. He figured it out one day when he got into a fight with a someone and felt his body suddenly heat up. The next thing he knew, there other guy was on the ground, skin badly burned. He ran before anyone could notice the other guy, since he panicked. There were witnesses though, and they saw a hooded guy with flames coming from his hands run out of an alley. Alex then moved far away as he was all over the news in that city. He couldn't stand hearing people mention how they wanted him dead. A couple months later, after some harsh training he went through in secret, he learned to fully control his powers. He just didn't want anything like that to happen again. 'Til this day, he is still wanted as a highly dangerous criminal despite nobody knowing his face. He continued laying low ever since, refusing to use his powers until he felt he was desperate.
Voices interrupted his thoughts and he turned around abruptly, running in the direction of the noise. It definitely sounded like trouble, and he was curious. All he could hear was a lot of yelling. Who else would come up the mountain anyway? The voices got louder, and a gunshot ripped through the air. Alex stopped, watching as a group of tall menacing guys surrounded...an igloo looking thing? But it wasn't cold at all, so how was it possible? Everything just clicked in place as he saw a girl. He recognized her from the news with a reward over her capture. The 'ice queen', as people called her. Alex suddenly felt like he had to step in, but as soon as he ran towards the action, shards of ice just filled the air, impaling itself into his skin. Tch, how could she be so reckless? It annoyed him. Melting the ice with ease, he continued running towards the girl and the gang. He could feel some blood run down his skin, but that wasn't a big deal or anything. He made it to the tall gang member holding the girl down and narrowed his green eyes in pure anger. He could feel his blood boiling, and he decided this was the perfect time to use his powers again. He had waited forever to let loose, and it just happened to work out today. Alex held out his palm, feeling it heat up as flames and sparks crackled and filled the air, showing up in the form of a blade. It was a neat little trick he taught himself that he perfected, forming it in a split second. Anyway, he slashed at the gang member, causing a nasty burn, but not enough to kill the guy. He just couldn't bear the guilt from the first time. The same time that happened, another gunshot went off. He was just glad it wasn't aimed for the girl. It found its way into his chest, but he snarled in anger. Alex took a deep breath and the temperature that surrounded everyone and the gang members quickly increased until it was blazing hot, setting everything on fire in it's path. He knew the girl would be ok though, because she was probably freezing all the time. He kept it like that until the gang members were forced to leave, then extinguished all the flames. Alex collapsed and cursed under his breath, feeling his energy drain rapidly after that large scale attack and from the wounds. His hands were also burnt, which was a side effect of his powers that he couldn't help. But nobody had to know. He wanted to appear strong, not some weak guy who was hurt by his own powers.
Alex sat up and turned to the infamous ice queen, slamming his hand down on the ground right beside her, heat still radiating from his body as he continued to feel adrenaline from the pretty much one-sided fight.
"You can't be so reckless with your powers!" He yelled at her, staring her down. "They'll find you easily, and you'll be captured. It'll be game over for you, you know." He growled at her, giving her a warning. If it wasn't obvious enough, he wasn't good with people. Alex turned away, pressing against his gunshot wound.
"Great, now they saw my face and they're going to report me. Soon enough, I'll be posted alongside you, ice queen." He muttered with a bitter tone, wiping his bloody hand off. "We need to move. I'm sure they'll be back soon enough with more people." Alex told her, standing up and offering her a warm hand. She was probably constantly cold, as she had the power over ice and all. "I have a place across from the park we could stay in for a while, if you wanna come." He muttered awkwardly. He doubted she would accept, as he did come off a little rude at first. He wasn't trying to be, that was just how he is. Inside he cared for her, having sympathy since they were both freaks with powers.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 9:52:41 GMT -5
Killian stumbled to her feet, but didnt touch his hand - instead, she placed her hand rapidly over his bleeding bullet wound. Cold streaked into the wound, effectively numbing it, and the bullet suddenly found it's way into her palm, blood frozen on it's metal casing. She then grabbed his wrist, his hand still practically red-hot, and crushed it to the wound, effectively sealing it, the bleeding stopped for now. She ignored her own wounds for the time being, her eyes exhausted. "I can't control it like you," She managed in clumsy english - years of silence could cause a person to forget how to communicate.
She nodded slowly at his offer, releasing his wrists quickly, as her hand started to steam from the prolonged contact. "Thank you," She managed, her english tipped with a strange foreign accent - the accent of unused language. Frost started to grow along her hands, up her wrists and arms as she trembled as the last dregs of adrenaline vanishing, fear starting to blur her thoughts again. Thin ice tentacles started to grow from the ground and up around her boots, but shifted away as she took a shaky step forwards. She almost fell, but a strong spiral of ice flowed from the dry ground, catching her fall. She looked extremely underfed - malnourished. Well hydrated, obviously, but it was clear from her prominent rib cage and thin wrists, hollow eyes that she was slowly starving.
With a quiet breath, she pushed herself up from the ice spiral, which slowly shrank back into the ground. Fear sparked in her eyes and the frost thickened over her wrists, spiraling up her arms with hypnotizing patterns. A thick staff of ice grew from the ground, and Killian jumped as it brushed against her arm - her powers sensed her need for stability, but she still didn't know how to measure he abilities. She grabbed the sleek, tall cylinder and broke it from the ground. Behind her, the home she had built melted into the ground, several dozen pieces of artwork washing away, ruined by the cold water. Her eyes fell to the ground, clearly worn and too tired to care much about anything anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 23:39:54 GMT -5
For once in his life, someone was helping him. The icy cold touch as the pain began to gradually subside felt heavenly against his warm body. When she didn't tend to her own wounds, Alex ripped off a part of his jacket and tied it around her upper arm, which seemed to be one of the worst wounds. It was his way of saying thanks, though he couldn't really do much. The rest had to wait until they got to his house for some proper treatment. Although he wasn't a doctor, the least he could do was clean it and wrap it in bandages so it wouldn't get infected.
"The trick is to focus on what you want to happen and stay calm. I'm...sorry for going off on you, ok? I can't help it. I shouldn't be the one to talk though, since I've had bad experiences as well." He grumbled an apology to her, running a hand through his short jet black hair. "And it's no problem really. My place isn't that far from here." He added with a shrug. Noticing how unstable she looked as she struggled to walk, he lightly put his arm around her shoulder to help guide her. He didn't talk, just walked alongside her, glancing at her every now and then to make sure she was ok. The fire wielded took a quick look back upon the remains of the place where she had stayed, noticing papers and art supplies scattered everywhere, frowning at how everything was ruined. Using the remains of his energy, he walked at a steady pace with her to his house, finding his way back to the park and across the street. At some points he felt a wave of nausea come over him from the exhaustion and loss of blood, but he managed. The good news was that the streets at night were usually always empty, which meant that nobody would call the police on the two suspicious people coming from the park late at night. Passing a couple other houses, they finally reached his small apartment. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, setting her on the couch delicately. After leaving the room for a second, he came back with a first aid kit and clothes. He then headed into the kitchen, grabbing a quick water bottle and a bunch of chip bags from those variety packs. He wasn't hungry, deciding she needed the food more. Plopping the chips and water down beside her, he grabbed the first aid box he had with him and popped it open. He had it stashed in the restroom, using it sometimes when he had serious burns. But he didn't care about himself, putting others first. He recently noticed the bullet wound and switched sides. Pulling the sleeve of her shirt down a little to reveal just her shoulder, he got to work. He cleaned the wound for her, wiping off as much blood as he could. Alex continued on working, hoping she didn't mind. He knew how to work with wounds, coming back from tough situations somewhat often with gangs.
"You'll be safe here tonight, so if you wanna you can take my room. I'll take the couch. And feel free to raid the kitchen anytime, I'm not hungry." He offered, focusing on her wounds. He was trying to be nice, since he hadn't exactly had friends before. Once he was done with one, he moved onto the next until she was all patched up. "There, good as new." He slumped into the couch, feeling dizzy from the loss of blood. "Also, I left some clothes if you wanna change into something clean. I tried to find some your size that didn't look too weird for a girl. There's an extra jacket there if you want it, but it's a large." He stretched, taking off his blood soaked and ripped black jacket, tossing it aside to reveal a crimson-stained t-shirt that was once white.
"So, ice queen. We haven't officially met before! I'm Alex, and if you couldn't tell I can bend fire." He extended his burnt hand towards her for a handshake. Green eyes locking onto hers, he grinned slightly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 0:05:47 GMT -5
Killian had given a few sorrowful looks at her artwork - several years of masterpieces she had come to love, washed away in a flood of freezing water, her own doing. As she was lead down streets and roads, Killian tried her best to keep her balance, leaning against Alex slightly for stability, guilt eating her alive.
As soon as they had entered the apartment and she had been placed on the couch, she had remained perfectly still, hardly even blinking as Alex returned with the first aide set. As he pulled down her shirt, she flinched a little, but other than that - no reaction. With the bullet out of her body, the wound cleaned, and bandaged, she glanced upwards at the fire wielder, blinking in confusion.
Minty green eyes to lock with his, she hesitantly reached out a hand, shaking his gently - she hoped the coldness of her skin helped the burns feel better on his palm. "My name is... K-Killian." There was a pause before her name, a confused process of thoughts. She had been alone so long, her name had worn thin to even herself. Saying it, and hearing it, aloud made her emotions coil painfully, and she let her hand drop. "Thank you," her tiny voice murmured.
Without another word, she gently peeled the blood-soaked shirt from his skin, and used the small pair of scissors to slit the fabric. Pulling the ruined shirt from his body, she shifted closer and waved her hand over his chest - some water filtered from the skin of her palm, and she used that water and a clean hand towel to clean off most of the blood. She examined the roughly healed wound - she knew there needed to be better. She pressed a few fingertips against his skin, slowly numbing it with the cold. "Don't watch," was all she said, her voice quiet, as she used a tiny shard of razor-blade ice to re-open the wound. She quickly got to work, cleaning it and bandaging it properly. She placed the water besides him, twisting the cap off as well. "Water helps with blood loss," Killian added in her tiny voice, before picking up the pile of fabric he left by her and left the room, returning a moment later with the clothing on. The sweats had to be cinched and tied, showing how skinny she really was, and the shirt was large for her small frame, dipping off one shoulder. Her old clothes were in a folded pile over her arm.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 1:26:29 GMT -5
Her touch was gentle and cool, something he had needed for a long time. He had never been freezing cold before, wondering what that felt like. It probably felt really nice, considering he was a walking torch. "Killian, huh? That's a nice name." Alex commented, leaning back into the couch as he closed his eyes. He was so exhausted from everything that had happened that he forgot about the pain.
"I don't deserve to be thanked. After all, I'm just a freak." He stated with a sigh. All fire was good for was killing and destroying. People were right to hate him. He still couldn't believe she allowed him to help her. After yelling at her for no reason, what had he been thinking? He reached up and covered his face with one hand, gritting his teeth. The bad memories from his past continued to beat him up and he let out a long sigh, trying to calm himself down. A few minutes later he rested his hand down at his side with a yawn. Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve anything, that he should have been the one to die. It would have been better for everyone else that way.
Alex couldn't think straight, all his thoughts jumbled and cluttered in his mind. He just needed to sleep it off, and after that he was fine. Feeling his shirt peel from his body, he winced slightly. He opened his eyes once more and glanced down at her hand. "You have some control already! It'a a start at least. Like back when you sealed my wound at the mountain as well. You just need to learn to get the hang of it and you'll be fine." He told her, staring at the ceiling as she told him not to watch. Taking the water once she was finished, he ended up chugging it, surprised at how thirsty he actually was. "I guess I should thank you. So...thanks. I just hope I did an ok job on your wounds, at least so they don't get infected. If they do, I'll take the blame."
When she returned wearing his clothes, he chuckled quietly. "Looks good on ya! I hope you don't mind how big it is." He smirked ever so slightly, giving her a thumbs up. "You should go get some rest for the night. My room can't be missed. I have some blankets in the closet if you need any. I'll be right here if you need me." Alex told her and carefully shifted to lay down on his back across the couch, not wanting to re-open any wounds already. "If anything happens or you need anything, you come tell me. We should be safe tonight, so get a good nights rest. I'll be awake for a while just making sure we're ok." He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced over at her.
{Sorry it's short! I wasn't sure what else to add, and I was thinking we could timeskip to the morning. :3}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 9:05:53 GMT -5
(Sure! And no worries with the length.)
Killians eyes opened the next morning with a rush of panic, jerking awake with a pounding heard and shaking body, stomach numb. She clamped a hand over her mouth, minty eyes wide with fear as she forced back a shriek of instinctual sound. After a moment of frozen stillness, she carefully peeled away her hand, and saw there was a few drops of blood from her bitten lip.
With her body tightened all around, tense, she slowly uncoiled from her tight fetal position. The bed was neatly made underneath her - what's the point of blankets if she was never warm, and could never get warm? For as long as she could remember, she had never shivered from this permafrost coldness - her body had finally accepted the freezing state, gave up. Killian slowly placed her feet on the floor, sitting up cautiously. At her ice-home, she didn't care how weak she was from starvation and malnutrition - she simply used her abilities to brace herself if she needed to move far.
Slowly standing, Killian stumbled slightly, panic flaring into her hands and blasting out as a sharp spike of ice - and she quickly shut down her panic, sheathing all her emotions in a cast. She knew it was unhealthy, but it was her only way to stop the power. The spike slowly shrunk back into her skin, her hands shaking as she absorbed the ice. Swallowing hard, Killian made her way to the door, peeping her head out nervously. Her pastel blue hair, dyed with cheap dye she got with rare town-visits, had come loose, falling to her shoulder blades in a mess of loose, long coils; a disaster from her lack of care for herself. The only reason she kept her hair blue was to remind herself that she was never to trust her abilities - blus, the posters of her showed natural musky gold.
Killian padded into the main area, seeing her rescuer asleep still. She turned and made her way silently into the kitchen, uneasy in the familiar-yet-unfamiliar room. She had lived off scavenged berries and plants for the past several years, no need to cook, so she was a bit lost as she started quietly opening cabinents. It took her a while, but she found her old chefs hand again - an old talent she thought she lost two years into isolation. Finding a sack of potatoes and a case of salt and pepper, she soon had roasting hash browns in half of a pan, the other dominated by a few eggs, tastefully seasoned. A few strips of bacon were quietly sizzling above the pair.
If a moment, she had the food on a plate, and a cloth over that to keep in the heat. She placed the single plate of food by Alex, giving his form a glance before making her way to the kitchen once more, curling up in a chair with nothing but a glass of water. The sight of the food had her stomach churning, her body unused to nutrition. The barely touched the water, tucking her knees to her chest and hugging them closer, silent, her eyes on the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 13:50:14 GMT -5
(Hey, not being creepy or anything, but I noticed that you don't come around for long streaks of time. Most people come daily, so I was just wondering if you're alright? Or if you're just busy. Sorry, I'm just concerned?....)
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