forum Bag thief Roleplay

Started March 13, 2018 by @Twitchy

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Maia reluctantly lifts Althea's shirt and hands him the towel.

Marco takes the towel and unfolds it. Thanks for wetting it. He thinks towards the girl. Marco freezes the towel and hands it back to her. "What's your name?"

I stare at the bruising. Mixes of purples and blues shine across her stomach. Think. Think. We need something cold, but moldable to go around her stomach and reduce the bleeding. That should slow it down enough for her body to do the rest. And the morphine. That'll stop the pain. Okay. "Hey Marco? Can you mash ice? I don't know. We need… like a slushie ice pack. Think you can throw some stuff together and make that?"

"Yeah. I can." Marco runs to the kitchen and grabs a cup. He then fills it with water and freezes the water into small ice particles.

"Shit you're awesome, okay we can do this." I open the paper bag and carefully take out the needle, "This is morphine. It'll stop the pain."

"Maia Robert." she tells him, still looking at Althea. "And cold doesn't help with this."

"Shit. Really?!" Marco stood dumbfounded at Maia

She shot him a dark glare. "Really." She rubbed her hands together and a thin line of flame appeared in them. She gently held them to Althea's stomach.

"Wait what? Based on it being a punch, it can't be that bad. What's really going on here?" Alastair's eyes dart around again.

I drop the needle into the bag, placing it on the table and throwing myself back, "Okay what the fuck is going on with the hands and heads of people around here!?"

She snorted. "I'm a pyrokinetic," she said proudly.

"Okay, unless you have a spare dictionary, I'm gonna need you to elaborate. Also, what the hell is happening to Althea?"

Maia threw Alastair a dictionary from off the shelf. "It's up to Althea to tell you that."

I try and catch the dictionary, crossing my arms so it hits my head, I catch it on it's down fall. "Do you want her to have the morphine?" I search the book for Pyro… there: the ability to set objects or people on fire through the concentration of psychic power. Origin of pyrokinesis. "Okay so how's burning her helping?"

"I'm not burning her. She's lost too much energy and… an old injury reappeared. I'm transferring energy into her so she'll heal more quickly."

Marco didn't know what to do, so he just leaned against the wall. "Anything I can help with?"

Althea blinked and opened her eyes. "Maia?" she muttered. "Marco? Alastair?"

Marco gave a small wave and coughed. Don't tell me I'm getting the Cold right now. I can't take it.

"She sat up and hissed in pain. "I'm feeling better. Let me up, I found her, guys," she told Marco and Alastair excitedly.

A sudden wave of cold flooded Marco's body. Goddamnit! No! Marco fell to the floor.