forum Triple Trouble - A Superhero RP [Private // stalkers are welcome]

Started March 11, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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“Sorry.” Winnie mumbled, a bit discouraged by Anothony’s cold behavior. He started to lead the way out of the building, pouting.

“How strong are you?” Anthony asked, eyeing Winston’s arms. “And do you need your suit for this? Or at least an earpiece, so you can contact your garbage Mission Control if anything goes wrong.”

“I carried A back home last night for a couple blocks… I don’t know how heavy she is. You could ask her, but I think she’d hit you.” Winnie shrugged, smiling a little at the thought of his friend. “I don’t have an official suit yet. They’re tryin’ to make one that doesn’t stand out when I go all camo. I made one at home though! It’s a little mismatched, but it’s not to bad. I’ll grab an earpiece at the front desk too.” He replied cheerily, trying to hide his growing excitement.

“Mm,” Anthony replied in a skeptical tone, barely glancing in the excitable boy’s direction. “Please do. And you can borrow my handgun to defend yourself.”

Winnie looked at him, surprised. “I’ve never used a gun before.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll be okay. Place should be empty, right?”

The healer groaned loudly, slapping a hand against his forehead. “Jesus, do they teach you anything in here? You can take my knife, then. Yes, the place is abandoned, but you never know.”

Winnie didn’t want to hurt anyone, but he also didn’t want to upset Remedy. “I can borrow a staff from the training room— it’s right around the corner. I’m good with it, I promise.” He chewed his lip, nervously awaiting Remedy’s permission.

But Anthony only scowled. "What's a stick going to do to protect you?"

“Don’t start hatin’ on it until you’ve seen me with it. I’ve been trainin’ real hard for over a year now! I’m pretty good with it!” Winnie protested, a little offended.

"It's….. a stick," he reiterated, "And whoever we bump into could have a firearm. Do your twigs block bullets?"

“I trust you to heal me.” Winnie flashed a rare confident grin, proceeding to break into a run down the hall. “I’ll be right back!” He shouted over his shoulder, heading straight for the training room.

“First mistake..” Anthony muttered under his breath as he watched Winston’s retreating back. “Trusting me. Sorry, not sorry.”

Winston dashed into the training room, testing out a few of the staffs until he found one of similar weight and height to his own as home. With a triumphant smile he raced back down the hallway, twirling the staff elegantly, almost like a baton.

“Fancy twirling won’t get you anywhere,” Anthony dismissed, turning towards the door. “But fine, suit yourself. Let’s go.”

“Gets me money on the street sometimes.” Winston trailed behind Anthony, starting to hum to himself as they walked.

Anthony didn’t dignify the statement with a response, only shot Samuel an annoyed glance when he began to bob his head along to Winston’s infernal tune.

Winston spotted Samuel and smiled widely, continuing the cheery tune. He strapped the staff to his back, unwilling to trip over it.

Anthony slowly clenched and unclenched his fists, his emotionless expression shifting into a deep scowl. But he didn’t protest outwardly… he wasn’t in the mood for any waterworks.

After a few minutes, Winston’s humming turned into him singing quietly under his breath, warbling out a pop song that was almost constantly on the radio.

Finally, Anthony couldn’t stand it anymore. “Shut up,” he snapped, shoving both hands into his pockets. “For the love of god.” Guilt immediately rose to his chest, but he ignored it. So what if Winston had a beautiful voice? So what if he’d seemed so perfectly happy?

Winston jumped, spooked by Remedy’s outburst. “Sorry…” He replied softly, hurt evident in his tone as he shut his mouth, trudging silently behind him now.

“Thank you,” Anthony muttered, but the guilt clawing at his throat ruined the satisfaction of the moment.

Winston didn’t respond, downcast now as he followed Remedy, he began to fall behind a bit as his pace slowed.

Samuel let out a whine of distress at seeing his newfound friend so upset, but a harsh glare from Anthony set him straight. “Pick up tbe pace,” he called over his shoulder. “There’s a life to save.”

Winston murmured a gentle ”Sorry.” again, his voice cracking a little. He walked a bit faster, sticking close to Samuel for comfort.