forum Private RP with @TinyZombieKat (Stalkers Are Welcome, but You May Be Very Very Confused)

Started November 21, 2018 by Deleted user

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Jericho's brows shot up, but he made no move to look around. He didn't want to alert the criminal and send them into a shoot out. Casually leaning back and throwing an arm over the back of his seat, he eyed M from the corner of his eye. "What's the play then, Boss?"

M fiddled with a napkin laying at his wrist, needing something to do as he tried to focus. His Magic was racing in his head, flitting around to the people around him to the spastic, trying thoughts in his own head. He inhaled deeply.
“They’re most likely going to come around for our wallets. Once we split up into groups, I will be the one to distract them. Hopefully I can keep them calm enough so they don’t shoot anyone… but if they do, at least it’ll be myself, and not one of you. I think I’ll have more later, but we need to get split up, now.”

Jericho's brows came down over his eyes hard. "You'd let yourself be shot, M?" His thoughts flicked to the girl waiting in the store across the street on purpose. A firm reminder that M had someone worried sick about him. "I agree with everything else but that."
Rosemary and Damien silently nodded, before casually getting up to move about the restaurant as if bored with waiting for their food. Jericho remained where he was, stretching and looking like he did not have a care in the world.

“Well— the hope is that I don’t get shot. And I don’t want any of you interfering if I do!” He hissed after the pair who stood.
“I want you to act like normal resturant goers. I just needed back-up in case these people decided to turn on people at the bar!”

Jericho sighed quietly, rolling his shoulders and wondering when the party was going to get started. His eyes darted from person to person, attempting to pin point which of the patrons got M all bent out of shape. "So….Braith's sister eh?" He asked conversationally. It would help to appear normal by talking.

M ignored Jericho, tearing up the napkin. His eyes fitted back and forth between the man and woman, who turned to smile at each other. The man hardly looked like a fellow to smile at someone, with his pale gray skin and sunken gray eyes. The woman beamed back, setting her phone down. She stood, sat at the table and leaned forward to start talking.
M leaned forward a little, as if that would heighten the amout of speech that reached his ears.

Jericho frowned, eyes finally landing on the ones M had marked as dangerous. He kept them in the corner of his eye as he continued to look around the restaurant. The perfect picture of boredom. They were all tense, magic right at the surface, ready to lash out to bring them down. If only they would act…

M started to tap on Jericho’s elbow, tensing. His eyes widened a bit more. “Go. Go get another table. Away from here. Go sit at the bar and protect them, Jericho, now.” He pulled at his elbow, suddenly, his urgency apparent.

ERIS

Yes?

RESPOND

I'm suffering mild writers block. D:

No need to curse at me, lordy….

GRRRRRRRRRRR

Same.

GRERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

D: okay okay wait….I can do this.

twenty mintues later