forum Dystopian RP?

Started February 25, 2018 by @Oakie Dokie

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“What did you call me! If you really don’t want a fight, try something called being nice!” Yuki hopped from foot to foot. She had lots of energy after the electricity faded from her veins.

It was Armand's turn to stifle. He covered his mouth with his hand, a muffled chuckle could be heard. "Ahah.. I've always been the bad guy; so I'd never seen you smile." He grinned, "Want to know a secret?" He nudged her with his elbow.

"Of course!" Rowan, leaned closer, eyes wide with interest.

(How bold! XD)
"Nyir can smile too."

"No. Impossible!" Rowan gasped dramatically.

He nodded. "She can." He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, trying to hold a serious face. He wasn't too bad at it, but he ended up chuckling anyways.

"You said I could trust you, yet here you are lying!" Rowan's voice was strained with held back laughter. She playfully punched Armand on the shoulder.

"I'm not!" he settled, taking her punch and chuckling. "Hers is really nice, too. It would be nice if we all could smile more."

"I mean you could. It'd just be really strained and awkward." Rowan imitated a wide, forced smile. She crossed her eyes and attempted an evil cackle for extra effect.

"Nice isn't my forte." Nyir appeared unphased. "Anger isn't either, though it is clearly yours. Fighting will get us no where."

There’s a difference between anger and revenge! The followers of President Harris deserve whatever horrible death I could come up with!” Yuki glared at Nyir.

Nyir looked tired. "You yell a lot. I feel like we're talking in circles. Why not just go back to your cell?"

“Why not!? Maybe because I don’t belong in a cage like an animal! Neither does Kodiak! If you really need to fill that cell you can go in it!” Yuki crossed her arms.

"Alright, alright," Nyir waved a hand in a placating gesture, "don't, then. But don't go running around and getting into trouble. I don't want you to kill my soldiers."

“I won’t have to kill any of your soldiers if they don’t try to hurt me.”, Yuki said.

"You're running around loose in a Smoke Society base yelling about killing President Harris. They're just soldiers doing their jobs for their families. Don't be naive." Nyir replied.

“I mean, you’re the one allowing me to run loose. If anyone’s the one being naive it’s you.” Yuki laughed and walked out the room.

Nyir's finger twitched around the trigger of her gun. She could fire. Not to kill. Sighing, she relaxed her hand. Maybe she was naive. But she wasn't going to hurt Yuki. "Don't wander too far. I want you to see the gladiator battle."

“Ok! Fine with me!” Yuki was in a much better mood as she walked out of the door.