forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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"Course." He said, taking her hand and kissing is sweetly. Very chivalrous he was being.

Macha stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at her hand. She averted her eyes, incredibly flustered, and fumbled for something to say.

(eyeyeyyyyyeeeeeship)
Tyler laughed softly and hugged her gently and quickly before walking away.

(Eyyyy)
For the second time this week, Macha just stood there and stared at him as he walked away, incredibly confused, heart pounding. Dazed, she turned and stumbled home.

Tyler walked home extremely happy and sat down, not knowing what to do with himself.

Sure!)

Macha rubbed her eyes and looked up from her book, checking the time. 8:00, she’d been reading for about four hours. Yawning, she got dressed and slipped downstairs.

Tyler sat up sleepily then laid back down again. Morning.. He thought groggily.

Macha’s heart skipped a beat. Good morning. How’d you sleep? She rabbles her fingers lightly against the kitchen counter, jittery and nervous.

Pretty good. How about you? He got dressed and went downstairs.

(Good morning :)

Macha yawned lightly, rubbing her eyes. A solid five hours, so pretty well. Inserting her earbuds, she popped outside, grabbed the mail, and came back in. At the top of the pile was an electricity bill.

(Morning. How are you?)

Thats good. Tyler stood up as he heard a knock on the door. He walked over, opened it and immediately got pushed back inside, falling to the floor. Two men, including the one he had seen before, walked inside and shut and locked the door.

(Pretty good, you?)
(Oh my god Tyler)

Macha felt a surge of fear spike through her and snapped her head up. Tyler??, she thought frantically, sending his fear.

*sensing

(Yeehee I’m pretty good. Hbu?)

One of the men pulled out a gun and pointed it at Tyler. “Move and I’ll shoot.” He flicked his head and the other man walked over to Tyler and tied his hands behind his back. “What re you doing? I didn’t-“ Tyler didn’t continue as the first man shifted the gun in his hands, glaring at him.

(Devastated over Doctor who season two finale but other than that great)
(Oh my god Tyler)

Dread uncurled low in her stomach, paralyzingly her. Tyler???? Answer me!!! Hands shaking, Macha frantically searched for something to use as a weapon.

(Yes yes that season is oof)
(And also yes oh my god Tyler he can’t defend himself for shit)

Get out of your house. Go somewhere safe. Do NOT come here. Whatever you do. Do. Not. Come. He said frantically.

(Good thing Macha has practice defending herself from highschool jerks)
(Are you okay with her coming to the rescue? you can choose whether or not she actually succeeds too)

Ohgodohgodohgod. Macha grabbed a sharp knife for cutting meat, shoved it in a messenger bag, and flew out the door. Think, think. Where’s his address?? She was hyperventilating, mind flashing back and forth from trying to remember an address and imagining terrifying scenarios.

(yeah she can if she wants. Basically my plan is to have these guys capturing all the magic people and yeah ill elaborate later)

Stop it Macha. Get away from here. It's not safe. He was forced to his feet by the men, the gun pressed against his head. "Don't try anything, we have people outside." The other man said.

(Thanks, and great idea btw)

Macha was too busy racking her brain to answer. Finally, after too long, it came to her. An inkling of an address, spoken to her by chance back when she thought Tyler was a figment if her imagination. She took off running in what she hoped was the right direction, wings materializing in her back. She crouched, spread them, leapt into the air, and took flight. After a few minutes she banked onto his street, terror gripping her. There were men, armed, standing outside his house.

Tyler could feel her getting closer to the house. Stop it Macha. They'll get you too. I can't let that happen.. One of the men stuck a needle in the side of his neck and Tyler felt himself fall to the ground, still conscious but unable to move or speak. They opened the door and carried him out to the car waiting in the drive way.

Macha saw someone being carried outside, a flash of blue hair. Ohgodohgodohgod. Before she knew what she was doing, she had pulled into a steep dive, knife gripped into her hand. Panic fueled her, and she heard someone shouting, though it might have been her.

The men shoved Tyler into the car and turned towards Macha. The one holding the gun pointed it up at her and shot. Tyler cried out and the bullet hit her wing.