forum Father I crave a t t e n t i o n / rp partners needed

Started January 21, 2021 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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"It's also too short to be spending twelve hours flying to your doom." Hailstrom rolled his eyes, blinking rapidly at Shea's latest actions.
"Y- We're going to die now, aren't we?"

Shea shrugged and got back to her feet. "Maybe. It says that we'll get to Europe in an hour now so that's neat." Shea plopped down in her seat, drawing a knife from her belt and lazily twirled it.

"Yes, I suppose so." Hailstrom looked out the window, at the world that was passing much faster than before. They stretched, readjusting in their seat.
"This battle… are you sure we're ready for it?"

"I can handle whatever the hell they decide to throw at me," Shea snapped. "Stop underestimating me, Frosty."

Hailstrom didn't react to Shea's outburst in any negative way.
"And don't underestimate your opponent." They weren't going to lose anyone else to their father.

"Maybe you could choose to have a little more faith in my abilities!" Shea answered, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched. "I'm capable of a lot more than you think, Frosty."

"I'm being realistic. If my father so much as catches a glimpse of your eyes, your gone, and if he sees any of me, I'm gone. I know you are, but you can't get too cocky in this fight, or we're both dead." Hailstrom clenched their arm rest with their hands, keeping himself down.

"We'll be fine. If worse comes to worse, I'll die. 'Nuff said," Shea muttered, proceeded by a violent sneeze. "Not like I got anyone that'll miss me."

"No," Hailstrom said, letting out a deep sigh, "worse comes to worst, you get trapped in your own body and forced to watch as you're used as a puppet." They were speaking from experience on this, after all.

(sorry for such the long waiiiiiiiiit… Life has just kinda happened.)

"That. Won't. Happen," Shea muttered, narrowing her eyes dead set in front of her. The plastic-y material of the seat squeaked as Shea got up, the vigilante choosing to stand and stare out the window instead of sitting. "You'll find my will is equal to your father's, if not greater."

(It's okay!)

Hailstrom scoffed at that.
"Yes, the man who has purposefully sacrificed his own wife, and uses his children as pawns, and has mercilessly taken out any who oppose him with a smile, has less will power than you." Hailstrom spat the words out, looking at Shea with dark eyes.

"You have no idea how much control it takes to keep my powers under wrap," Shea hissed. "I can't even sleep without people getting hurt. I can assure you that I'll be fine. I'll be somewhat of use instead of you, who will probably just watch from behind a wall like a coward!'

Hailstrom wasn't able to feel much when it came to emotions, most days, but that? The fury filled their being as they stood quickly.
"I'm sorry if you think that me keeping myself from having my body taken over like a restrung puppet and having to kill my- my baby sister is being cowardly!!"

Shea could feel the heat radiating off of the other vigilante, which was ironic considering their corpse-like and icy exterior. Shea only looked up at Hailstrom, her eyes blazing with rage. "And I'm sorry that I have to face my demons every single day of my life and you get to simply keep your distance." Shea stood, now looking them dead in the eyes. "Not all of us are that lucky." And she left, walking out of the cockpit and into the tiny little cargo room. It was filled with small wooden crates filled with miscellaneous supplies and weapons. So, naturally, Shea busied herself with sorting through the boxes, searching for anything useful.

Hailstrom's nostrils flared as they huffed, letting gravity pull them back down into their seat. He raised his hands to his head, rubbing at his eyes. This shouldn't be a competition as to who had the worse life. Right now, they should be strategizing, and figuring out just how things were going to go down. If they were going to work together, they had to make it work.
This was why Hailstrom didn't deal with other vigilantes.

Shea grumbled and growled to herself as she dug through the flimsy straw filling the box. Inside was a modernized gun with lots of different options built into the barrel. The gun clicked as she released the magazine, checking to see if it was loaded. When it wasn't, and there was no ammo in sight, Shea disposed of it back in the box and moved to the next crate. The jet was probably a good half hour away from Europe now and Shea wasn't really looking forward to what was there.

Neither was Hailstrom. He was regretting the decision to come, let alone to help Shea with this. This was all exactly what they had been avoiding since that day- going anywhere near their father. He'd ran every time he'd caught wind of his father coming into an area, and he should have this time.
The vigilante curled up some in their chair, resting their head on the back. Might as well sleep the whole way, and avoid the thought of what was to come.

Shea had finally somewhat cooled off by the time the jet began its descent. The back room was a mess. There was straw all over the floor, dangerous weapons lying around as if they were dirty clothes, and empty boxes stacked into a tower resembling the Empire State Building. Shea grumbled and balanced a gun on the opening of the barrel atop of her skyscraper, as if it was a flag. Sometimes Shea truly was a child.

With a sigh, Shea abandoned her architectural masterpiece and artistic mess to enter the cockpit. She froze dead in her tracks. Hailstrom was sleeping soundly in the chair. The GPS beeped softly, indicating their gradual descent. Shea silently grabbed her helmet from the empty chair and tied up her messy locks. The world turned magenta as Shea slipped the helmet over her head.

Hailstrom shifted some as he felt the descent in his sleep, eyes slowly opening. He sat up, silent. They didn't look at Shea, staring ahead as they approached their target. He wasn't going to bother with her, or whatever snide remarks she might make. Right now, he was focused on not letting his mind change on what he was going to do.

"Don't know how to land this, so I guess we're just gonna jump." Shea thrusted a parachute pack into Hailstrom's hands, keeping her eyes trained out the window. The plane was coming in hot, descending towards a nice looking area with lush green grass and towing green trees. A stark contrast to their hometown of Ironvein. Shea opened the emergency exit, the wind immediately beginning to whip at her clothes and pull at the contents of the plane. Without looking back, Shea flipped off the edge and freefell for a few hundred feet before pulling the cord on her parachute.

Hailstrom blinked some as the parachute pack was thrust upon him, looking between it and Shea.
"I-" too late. They took a deep breath, putting the pack on and heading out to follow after Shea. This wasn't exactly the most stealthy way to do this, but it would work. He waited for a bit before pulling his cord, letting out a deep sigh of agitation.

Shea landed with a soft "oof", quickly unclipping her pack and balling up the parachute. She had landed in a nice meadow, a large estate looming in the mountains a few miles away. Excitement radiated from her body as she bounced from foot to foot. Hailstrom was slowly making his way down, and they did not look very thrilled.

No, they did not. They landed as well, unclipping and dealing with their own parachute.
"You're going to take this seriously, right?" He commented, hands clenching some at just how excited Shea looked. They could easily die, after all.

"What makes you think I'm not gonna take this seriously?" Shea tried to sound stern, but the smirk on her face gave her away. She patted Hailstrom on the shoulder, ignoring how they radiated no body heat at all and began to make her way towards the estate. "I'm assuming your old man lives there?"

"You're doing absolutely nothing that would convince me you're serious about this," Hailstrom shot back. He looked to the estate, then away.
"And it is. It's the… family home." They spat the word, not looking at Shea or the home.