forum I'm bored, you're bored. Let's rp. (4/4)

Started May 26, 2019 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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“No surprise there,” Emma snickered, resting her arms behind her head. She had a strange, almost challenging smile on her face as she leaned back into her seat.

Hailstrom stood there, not speaking anymore. He was as still as as statue, the chill seeping from him into the room.

"I totally want to believe you," Daso remarked, shrugging, "but you need to give us a little more than that."

"I agree." Maysa held his stare, remaining unmoving just like him - a worthy opponent. "After all, you are his son."

"That man means nothing to me." He spat t the word out, the first time he had shown emotion this entire time.

Maysa glanced briefly to the gray ribbon on her wrist, the only dull thing on her. "It still does not explain why you want to defeat him."

"Yeah," Daso agreed. "Give us your tragic backstory or something. You must have one."

“Or show us that you’re done with him,” Emma suggested. “Like, give away useful information on him that only you would know.”

"That's the thing," Maysa pointed out, moving a finger upwards oh so slightly. "He's the best bet we have at defeating Lock Jawz."

Hailstrom leaned forward, putting his hands on the table.
"That thing people call my father left me in a snow storm to die. To bad for him, it backfired."

"And good for us." Maysa decided it would be best to agree with him, at least for right now.

“And now you resent him,” Emma stated. That was something she could understand.

"You could say that." It was more of a deep-seated loathing hatred, but he did nothing to imply this.

Having no recognizable parentage of her own, Maysa didn't quite understand how one could hate someone who had given them life, but again, didn't want to disagree with Hailstrom right now. She nodded simply and tilted her head at him. "Give us something."

Hailstrom turned to Maysa.
"His eyes. You take out his eyes, you take him out."

"Why his eyes?" Maysa inquired further. Hailstrom could just be giving them random information, after all.

Daso leaned forward to listen. "Yeah, that seems too obvious. Especially given my ability. He wouldn't stand a chance."

"His eyes allow him to control people; that's his power. The only thing is, he doesn't have eyes." Hailstrom leaned back, taking his hands off the table.

"What do you mean he doesn't have eyes?" Daso asked, squinting at him.

"Just that. He doesn't have eyes. His sockets are empty." Hailstrom crossed his arms over his chest.

"Sooo, his eyes allow him to control people," Daso repeated, crossing his own arms, "but he also doesn't have eyes? So his eye sockets control people? Or does he like, carry his eyeballs in a case. That'd be super gross."

Maysa leaned back in her chair, staring contest over. "That's very absurd," She agreed. "Care to explain?"

"He would always gloat about it. He would say that no one could best him, because no one could find his eyes." There was a hard look in his eyes.

"So do you know where his eyes are?"

"No one does." He stood there, looking around the room.