forum Finally made it homie (Private RP with Dance)

Started September 09, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I did not," he said, giving her the side eye as they walked, "Nor did I really need to. But thanks, I guess."

"Any knowledge is something to be needed, no matter how useless it might seem. Perhaps you'll get into an argument between the difference between a forest and woodland. Perhaps not. It's good to be prepared either way." She shrugged. "That, and I just like learning. Philomath."

"Philo-who know?" he asked, frowning slightly. "You're……an odd individual, even for my standards."

"Fil-uh-math," she said, going slowly for Kaz. "'Lover of learning' from the Greek philos, meaning "beloved" or "loving," and manthanein or the suffex math- meaning "to learn." Lover of learning." She chose not to respond to his comment on her oddness, as she knew she wasn't normal—and couldn't give a care in the world.

She was getting on his nerves, he couldn't lie. But the sound of a car door slamming from behind him pushed the thought out his his head. His sword was in his hands in a flash as he turned around, squinting through the trees to see if he could find who was after him.

((and now Kaz shall realize just what kind of a nerd he's dealing with))

Rasha was also on alert, though it didn't look like it as she looked over her shoulder, hands still in her pockets. She could use any sort of negative feelings that were ghosting around Kaz like an invisible aura, including his irritation., to fight against anything that might be a threat.

"Hey, um, is anyone in here?" someone called. "I noticed your car pulled over and I was wondering if you were okay."
Kaz looked over to Rasha and shook his head. Not good.

She held up her hand, the other waving Kaz back behind her in a 'let me,' gesture. It was her turn to rid themselves of too-nosey people, and at least her ability didn't automatically mean death to her opponents.

Before he could even react, a black blur flew out from behind a tree, slamming into Kaz with the force of a truck. Both of them went crashing into the ground at her feet. In an instant, Kaz and the guy were on their feet, and they got a full look at his face.
"Fuck," Kaz growled. They were staring at the face of Wolverine.
(Not really him, a clone. I'll get a picture up real quick)

((boy oh boy))

Rasha took multiple steps back, her brows rising in slight surprise. "That's not him," she said calmly, quickly tugging off her gloves, jacket, and even her shirt, leaving her in just her sports bra, pants, and boots. "Wolverine is dead." Her voice was almost disembodied as she spoke, her powers activating. The patterns over her body glowed brilliantly, and her pure white hair appeared to flow on an invisible wind as her eyes seemed to glow as well. She lifted her hands, and the wind picked up.

There was a lingering haze of negative emotions, and she latched onto that, twisting the feeling into a call. A sickly green and ghostly skeleton appeared behind her with a haunting scream, darting around her without any directions so far.

"Sure as hell looks like 'em," he grumbled as the claws on the clone's knuckles extended.
It was obvious from the way Kaz fought that he got no formal training. The reason why is because he was getting fucking schooled by the clone. Sparks flew each and every time those claw dragged across his skin, tearing his clothing even worse. The fact that the clone couldn't kill Kaz made him even more enrages, his attacks even more violent as the fight rolled on.
"Get involved any time you wish!" Kaz shouted, sounding slightly panicked.

Panic. Good. Feed, my pet. Call your friends and family. Aid me, my friends. Wipe the ground with this prey's blood.

Rasha didn't move, but more and more ghouls and spirits appeared around her, circling and racing around and around, whipping her hair this way and that. "Just a few more seconds, Rip," she said, voice haunting and disembodied. The screams around her deafened her partially, but she needed more. They needed to feed, and she was shamelessly using Kaz as the bait.

He growled in response, doing his best to keep the claws away from his eyes, which were the only weak spots on his body.
"Whatever you're doing," he said, noticing the green flashes running around in his peripheral vision, "please do it faster!"

"I would if you'd be a little more cooperative," Rasha reasoned flatly, having the audacity—or lack of care, perhaps—to sound almost disappointed in Kaz, as if she had expected more of him.

He paused, looking over at her in the half-moment that the clone needed to catch its breath. "Do you wanna come and deal with this shit while I stand around talking to fucking dead people?"

She sighed, then flicked her fingers towards the clone, doing the best she can with the five—six, now—ghouls and spirits she had at her disposal. They were decently powerful, but not nearly as powerful as she hoped.

The clone was distracted by the supernatural beings, flailing at them wildly while growling with rage. Kaz, finally recovered from the asswhooping he got, snarled in anger, taking the opportunity to jam his sword as deep as he could into Wolverine side. He continued to apply pressure until he had pushed it into a tree, pinning it to the wood with the blade.
"We need to go!" Kaz shouted, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her into a sprint as the close slowly pulled the sword from his side.

"Hey hey hey, watch the markings!" she scolded, attempting to wrench her wrist out of his grasp as she ran after him. She half twisted around to flick her fingers again, ordering the spirits to hold off the clone—and having one fetch her gloves and jacket.

He let go of her arm, shaking his head.
"Your priorities are fucked!" he called over the sound of the battle between the clone and the ghouls.

She grabbed her jacket with one hand while shaking out the one Kaz just let go of, then pulled it on without her shirt. "My markings are sensitive. The skin is thinner, and you getting all rough and demanding isn't exactly the most pleasant feeling."

"I'm demanding you not get you head removed from your body," he said, continuing to run. "Those things won't hold him for long, by the way."

"I won't, and you think I don't know that?" She huffed and increased her speed, grabbing her shirt and gloves from the spirit and waving it away. Her connection to the others was waning—they wouldn't be able to stay grounded for long, as she was their anchor. Once the connection was gone, they'd be back in the spirit realm.

"Who knows what else they have waiting for us?" he said. "If they can clone Wolverine, they can clone anyone. We could have the whole fuckin' X-Men on us pretty soon."

"Then let's not sit around and wait for that anarchy to fall upon us and get our asses out of here." She grabbed the back of his shirt collar and pulled him towards her as she made a sharp turn, weaving through a thick patch of trees.