i want to roleplay with this boy very badly so here we go
rules:
- swearing is allowed
- please respect the setting
- lgbt is encouraged
- saucy shit is taken to the pms, but keep it mild to moderate there.
- please reply at a decent pace and i will too. i might be gone over some weekends, so you can too, but otherwise please keep it going well.
- honestly? have fun with it. we're not tryin to get bored here.
- please ask any questions you have.
here's the character i'll be playing Invalid Character
starter:
nik careened through the narrow alleyways and parking garages, fleeing from the oncoming sounds of gunshots and thumping. they were after him again, and his escape was guaranteed. he was already out, technically, but it never hurts to distance yourself extra.
he leapt from a ledge down onto the paved road, running so blindly that he ran straight into someone.
(Can I join? Is there magic allowed?)
I have the perfect girl for this, but I have a feeling their personalities would clash…
( @SwimwithGamers there is not magic everywhere, but there could be some backstreet stuff going on. only very minor levels of magic)
( @Dances_with_Shadows send me her character link)
(Crap. Imma not bring in Hinata then… ~.~)
(do you have any characters that you think would work?)
(Invalid Character)
(I can alter my girl to have no magic if she works for you)
(Um, how about [sifting through characters] Sarah Mickels, but without the whole "going to a game world to save it" part)
(uhhhh @Dances_with_Shadows that works for me! sorry @SwimwithGamers but your character doesnt seem to have a personality other than her backstory. shall i post a template?)
(If you want, I can also go in blind)
(do whatever you gotta, we have each others character sites so we should be good. i gave the starter, whats your response? owo)
(Um, a template would be good)
( @SwimwithGamers hey,,, this is a one on one and i think im gonna choose shadow to rp with. sorry.)
(nice. feel free to stalk!)
(Okay)
Tessa had been just strolling through the streets, high on the victory of yet another solo heist, when someone plowed into her back–sore back, mind you. She cursed loudly and stumbled, dropping the bag of money as a bolt of pain shot through her back like a lightning bolt. She whirled around as best as she could and leveled a pissed off glare at whoever ran into her. "Watch it!" she growled.
nik fell back, stumbling and dropping into a crouch. he hesitantly looked up, hat shading his entire upper face, staring into her death glare and giving a sly smile.
"why, hello. i will watch it, if you don't mind." he raised an eyebrow, hoping she didn't get the implication. her confusion would be enough for him to get away.
She bore her teeth in a mixture of hiding her pain and annoyance. Then she heard the sound of pursuit. "Shit!" she hissed, then scrambled to clean up the money that had spilled over the sidewalk. "There's no way in Hell I'm getting caught because some bozo decided I was a great cushion to run into."
"you on the run too?" he flicked a coin that had fallen at his feet in her direction, standing up. his hat still heavily shadowed his face.
"cause if you swear you're not gonna gut me the minute i turn my back, the wonderers of the neon district will welcome you with open arms. as a hiding spot, of course."
"I have my own hideout, thank you very much," she muttered, wincing as she bent down to grab a wad of ill-gotten cash. "I'm not new to this." But as the gunshots grew closer and the growing pain in her back… well…
She huffed as she finished cleaning up the mess and slung the bag over her shoulder. "Fine. But only for a little bit." She sketched a mocking bow. "Lead the way."
"as you wish." he grinned, a chesire-cat-like phenomenon only seen in twinky bastards. he made a motion for her to follow him, and booked it for the bridge.
when he was across, he turned into a sheltered downward slope which ended rather abruptly. he tucked into a corner, climbing down a ladder that lead into a dark hole.
the ladder ended in a dim, warmly lit place. he led her out to the open (ish) area, gesturing widely with one arm.
"welcome to the scrap city! you are currently underground, technically in the sewers. the watch don't come here."
She huffed heavily, her back now throbbing. Oh, I definitely tore my stitches with that sprint. Then she froze when she registered his words. "U-Underground?" she asked slowly, flicking her now wide eyes up at him. Her heart beat erratically and she felt the cold sweat coming, as well as the trembling. "Please tell me I'm not underground," she breathed.
"you are, but there's another place if you're claustrophobic. although judging by the red stain on your back you're not gonna want to break another sprint again, and that solution requires climbing."
he inclined his head towards her, putting a hand in his pocket.
"Not claustrophobic. Cleithrophobic." She shakingly stood up straight, trying to suppress the irrational fear. There are exits. There are hallways. I can escape. I can escape. I'm not locked up. She took a deep breath and put on her most frequently used mask–cool boredom. "Any place where I can get stitched back up?"
(Quick question, is her shapeshifting/fire allowed in this rp?)
