forum The Author and the Character (Closed, PM me if you want to have an rp with this idea)

Started August 30, 2019 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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"You don't know whether I can fight or not," Zia countered.
"I've been on the battlefield plenty of times. I can handle myself, while you obviously can't."

Sam laughed a little. Oh, this was fun.

Melanie smoldered. "You don't know the enemy, I do. I've learned a few things about fighting them, I doubt you have. Ever try to fight the king?"

Zia raised an eyebrow.
"You're trying to fight the King?" She asked, accusingly.

"Oo, you sure you wanted to let that one slip?" Sam said softly.

FUCK! "I-no. I'm just…this gang of thieves took my friend because she can be used against me, I assume. I don't want her to be killed." Mel put up an act, hoping Zia couldn't see though her lie.

Zia looked hard at Mel, seeming to debate something in her head.
"It doesn't much matter to me," she finally said slowly. "Just as long as I get paid."

"You're lucky I'm letting that one slip," Sam said, pausing to crack his fingers.

"I don't want to be held responsible for any deaths, let alone yours." Mel was no longer scowling, but she was…cautious, somber in a way. For all she knew, Amaya could be dead, but Mel couldn't accept that answer.

"Well, you wouldn't be." Zia didn't go any further with the situation.
"Look, even if you try to leave without me, I'll follow you. You aren't getting me to not, end of discussion." Sam paused, pulling his hands away. He needed more coffee.

"You-" Melanie grumbled in frustration. "You realize that I am a 'solo' person? That I am that way because I don't want someone to die? I've made that mistake with May-may, and I want no more responsibilities!" A volcano seemed to erupt out of Melanie, and almost immediately after her yelling, she regretted it. "Sorry." Her mumbled apology wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

Sam had been waiting for something like that from Melanie, with the situation he was forcing her into.
"It's fine," he said. Sam stood up, stretching a little.

Hurry up with the coffee, I don't like Zia when she's frozen. Scratch that, I don't like Zia at all. Melanie frowned, but took it upon herself not to complain much anymore-which she knew was impossible, but tried anyways.

"I understand that," Sam said, pouring himself some coffee. "That's why I'm doing it. People will want to see you grow as a person, and this is a chance for you to. She'll grow on you. I'm already enjoying her." Sam made his way back over to the computer, sitting down.

I'm not 'growing as a person', I'm just trying to get done with this bs already. Melanie huffs, biting her tongue. After all, this is my story.

"And I'm the one writing it." Sam sat his coffee down on the desk, sitting down. He cracked his knuckles again, preparing to start writing again.
"Besides, I already know what's gonna happen."

"Oh really? What then?" Mel crossed her arms, a pouty look on her face. She already didn't want to have to deal with Zia, what more could Sam do to make it worse? At least she was going along with it, even if it's just for now.

"I can't tell you," Sam stated plainly. He leaned forward a bit.
"I'm starting now," he cautioned, not waiting for Mel to think of something else to say to him.

Zia looked at Mel expectantly, tapping her foot.

"Okay, look. I generally don't like people. But it seems like you're too stubborn to get that, so come along with me, sure. Don't expect me to be nice, though." Melanie sighed, thinking. "So, all things considered, how much would I owe you after, say, a week of this?" Mel was reluctantly giving in–she kind of had to for the sake of Sam's story. Otherwise, she'd be stuck in limbo.

"If you don't get any more injuries the price doesn't change," Zia said. "If I charged interest every time I needed to go with someone I'd never find other work." "If you get hurt again, it all depends on what it is."

"Thank you," Sam said. He knew this was hard for Mel to accept.

"Okay, well… I'm going to need some time to relax and sort things out. I have some coin, but not much. Do you think you could ask if I could get a discount on a room?" Mel hated to sound like that kind of a person, especially since Zia shouldn't have been to blame, but Sam.

"I could try," Zia said. "But no guarantees." The other made her way out of the room, leaving Mel alone.

"Thanks-" Her response was cut off by the door. Mel sighed. So, you say you have plans, right? Just…don't kill May-may.

"That I can promise you won't happen," Sam said calmly. Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't do something the girl, but he kept that to himself.
For the first time, Sam was actually writing a scene without Mel. That meant she was able to move around still, but she didn't really have to do anything.

Noticing the lack of attention on the heroine, Mel sighed. Finally, some time to relax. She continued to draw her sword and clean it with the underside of her clothing, contemplating what exactly to do next.

Sam wrote about Zia a moment more, and then Zia returned to the room.
"I did the best I could," she said, sitting down.