(I think I'm going to keave this rp, My character isn't really getting any attention even when she tries to and well I always leave at the wrong time……I really wanted to be in this rp though.)
(You could always join our conversation."
(Yeah, you're welcome to join along, we didn't mean to ignore you.)
"No it doesn't hurt, but I don't remember much from before I pass out," She looked at the roof "Like if I'm in the middle of a conversation and pass out, when I wake up I won't remember any of it." For the second question she wasn't sure if she was ready to share, "Let's just say my life hasn't been the best," she smiled despite her memories flooding back to her.
Cicada laughed with a slight shrug, "I don't know. Whoever by the end of the first week last's name is on the tip of our tongue."
"You have a point Potter, or maybe the one that is arrogant and thinks people need saving when they're better off alone,"
"Oh god I hope not the last thing. I can not handle that in my life."
"Ugh me neither, arrogant people drive me insane,"
Cicada nodded, "Yeah. They are absolutely insufferable. I've had people come up and put out my fire even though I am completely okay. Like really."
Dalton laughed, "Well some people don't take well to fire,"
Cicada's fingertip had a flame on it. Her attention was away from Dalton, "Yeah. I don't quite understand it."
"Well if their house burned down and killed a family member or something traumatic then fearing fire is rational;,"
Cicada resisted the shiver that was traveling down her spine, "Yeah, but small amounts should be fine right?"
Dalton noted the shudder as a sign of her power had hurt people in the past, "You would think,"
Cicada watched as the fire went out. She sat back in her chair, "I would hope."
"So, have you been to your room yet?"
"Nope," Cicada sighed, "I got here, and then school."
"I dropped my stuff off in my room, and then came here,"
"I'm worried about people taking my stuff so I keep it on me," she began to play with a pen she did not have a moment earlier. Tapping one end to the desk.
“Makes sense,” Dalton was focused unblinkingly on a spider on his desk that seemed to be staring at him while he whispered things under his breath.
Cicada spotted the spider, "Need me to kill it?"
Dalton shook his head but not once broke eye contact with the spider, suddenly the spider fell on its back, all of its legs in the air… paralyzed.
Millie was snoring loudly as others were staring at her with annoyance.
Cicada looked at it. She used the pen and poked one of its legs.
The spider didn’t move anything other than his head which was moving in a scared frantic manner. Dalton chuckled a little.
Cicada smiled at the spider and whispered, "Cool. Did you do that?"
“Yeah. Paralyzed him,” his smile was victorious.
Cicada lit the spider on fire, "And I burned him to a crisp."
“Teamwork!” Dalton offered a high five.