forum Homeless gang rp! (closed)

Started September 30, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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(Oh Carrots could we ship Sisi and Liam?)

omg and the plot thickens ;)

Sam wiped some sweat from her brow. "Don't i know it. I think everything's alright, I was just looking at the city"

Sisi heard something scuff behind him but he shrugged it off. He'd been through a lot, though he couldn't use magic, he'd still be able to flee if someone was unfriendly. He continued walking at a normal, rather slow pace, humming gently.

(Thanks Carrots!)

(Oh Carrots could we ship Sisi and Liam?)

omg and the plot thickens ;)

(I'm like the worst shipper ever I'll ship a telephone pole and a lampost.)

Bren looked around him and shifted through a shadow, making sure his markings didn't show. Ugh, this day is terrible He thinks. Unlike the others the heat didn't bother him, no, but the light sure as hell did.

Morrigan nodded in reply to Sam, glancing out of the alley once more, just to be sure. "Alright then. We should probably be getting back. Do you want me to fly and carry you, or do you want to walk?"

Oh frick sorry spidey, I diddn't see your post.//

Sam smiled. "I'll never pass up an opportunity to fly!"

Oh frick sorry spidey, I diddn't see your post.//

(it's okay)

Liam sat down on the floor, only because it was as cold as the ice he could make. He was so dehydrated he couldn't form anything properly except for a couples balls of water from his sweat but he didn't think that was very hygienic. Heck, he lived in a warehouse, nothing here was hygienic.

Sisi bobbed into his pace, twisting his hands together nervously. He wasn't sure what he was doing there. He should just duck his head and go back home, where it was cooler and where he could grab something to eat or drink.

Morrigan supressed the full force of her grin but let a bit slip through. She didn't deserve to share happiness with others, so she would have to get used to holding back while showing enough happiness to make people around her comfortable. Stepping back from Sam so that she wouldn't accidentally knock her over, she summoned her wings. God., she thought, I must look like a goth anti-angel. The thought amused her. "I can carry you piggy-back or bridal style, up to you."

"Are you looking for something?" Bren asked from behind Sisi, his arms folded to try and make the short man look more menacing.

Sam smirked. "Bridal style is a tad more fun, wouldn't you say?" A couple sparks popped from her hands, as often happened when she was excited.

Sisi started suddenly, whipping around and almost stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk.
"What? No! I'm just walking home from school!" His agitation was clear, so clear, it seemed to raise his hair. In fact, it was raising his hair, as if he were being rubbed with an invisible balloon.

Bren tilts his head, the marking from his powers still on his face. "You seem to be waiting for someone. May I ask who?"

Morrigan shrugged, and in one smooth movement swept Sam's legs out from under her and scooped her up. She barely managed to hide a wince of pain when the full weight of her friend pressed into the fresh cuts running up her arms, hidden by the black leather of her jacket. Supporting Sam with ease, her arms had pretty pronounced muscles, she unfurled her wings with a loud whumph and shot upwards, spinning like a corkscrew until they were high enough to be below the clouds, but still fairly inconspicuous. "Hold tight!"

Sam yelled with joy "HELL YEAAAAH!!"

Bren would just like hold her back with ease and be like "Whoa there.""///

Melody walked down the street with her hands in her pocket. She was wearing a hoodie which seems a little unusual since it was hot but she was never affected by the heat.

(lol yeah)
(although, warning: Morri is pretty strong)

This time Morrigan couldn't resist a full-blown laugh. A gust of wind made her wings billow as she flapped hard to keep herself in place, hoop earrings jangling in the sudden draft. A glance down to double-check that her shoelaces were tied so her combat boots wouldn't fall off, a roll-back of her shoulders, and she was ready. The sweltering afternoon sun beat down on the pair as she shot forward, hair blowing back like a black flag.