forum Bag thief Roleplay

Started March 13, 2018 by @Twitchy

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"Fuck!" Marco said. Althea twisted around, dread settling . "Marco!" she screamed, and caught him right before he hit the ground.

(ALL HAIL THE HE/SHE! THIS IS WHERE WE LEFT OFF)

I watch Althea catch Marco's body, blood seeping into his clothes around the wound, "Marco freeze that!" I yell, hoping over the couch and grabbing the bag and gun off the table. I race into a nearby room and fling both into a draw, running back to the living room. The ice on the door cracks with each pound. "Hey! Suits! I've got that bag!" The pounding suddenly stops, "If you want it back then you better stop firing bullets cause it's not here!" My chest aches, tight. Fuck.

I almost died twice today. Not happening again! Marco tries to lift his arm but fails. SHIT! "Dude, I can't move my arm. I can't freeze it."

Althea looks at Marco's paling face. "Marco, I can heal this. It'll take a lot energy on both our parts, and chances are it'll be excruciatingly painful. Can you handle it?2

"Oh fuck me!" I yell walking towards the door, "Hey fanny-wagons! What's it gonna be eh!? Cause I don't know about you but I've got a friend bleeding right now which makes me feel like not telling you shit about this fucking bag!" I stare at the door, pulling my hair slightly, watching Marco and Althea in the corner of my eye.

GTG

(I'm back!

Althea looks at Marco's paling face. "Marco, I can heal this. It'll take a lot energy on both our parts, and chances are it'll be excruciatingly painful. Can you handle it?2

(I'm responding to this.)

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Marco sneered, the pain was giving him a migraine. "Do you healing shit."

"Ok." Althea breathed deeply. She entered his body, searching for the wound. She quickly found it and poured herself into the it. She suddenly felt it, the pain he was feeling. She was him, but with the power to close the wound. She focused all her energy on it, inch by inch closing the bullet wound. The blood retreated and the injury sealed itself.

Marco gasped for breath once Althea was done. "Thanks. I owe ya one, but right now. We need to save Al's ass."

I look back to Marco and Althea. The bullet wound had closed. I don't understand any of this but, they were okay. Safe? No, but okay might be enough right now. "O-… Okay so you've stopped banging on the door so… Are you listening?" Suddenly the ice slowly begins to melt until the door is almost dry. No… No more than dry. Smoking! What? I take a step back, "Hey- Hey! What are you doing!?" The door suddenly turns into a blaze before quickly turning to ash, leaving the two men in clear view, one with hands gloved in flames. My mouth turns dry. Skin cold. "Oh fuck…!" I almost squeal.

Marco races to the window, smashes it and creates an ice slide. "Out! NOW!"

I grab Althea's hand, dragging her up and pushing her towards Marco. Something grabs my shirt collar as I let go of her, "Marco!" I scream flying back. They lift me up, I begin to choke as the collar digs in, "Mar- Mu-Muar!" I claw at the hand and the collar, gasping for breath. "Alth-…!"

Marco pushes Althea out of the window and watches her slide down to the ground. "Get your hands off him!" Marco creates a sword and swings it cutting the collar off. "Al! Run!"

I almost jump to the window, rubbing my throat. I stop. "Marco come on!" I grab his free hand and jump out of the window.