forum I Need An Rp Or I'll Die

Started August 10, 2019 by @Simon-Says

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The alleyway was dark and perhaps better that way. She didn’t want to know what grime her jacket was encountering as Kira Wingjay tucked herself into a small alcove. A faint glow of green radiated from her, the adrenaline molding a small thrum of energy into her shield. She wasn’t concerned. Shadows that danced in the corners knew to fear her light. Besides, the hard part was over. The hard part was currently being transported to her lair.

Her gloved hand ripped another sheet from her notebook. The sound ricocheted off the walls, echoing down the street. Only the tennis ball her left hand dribbled pierced the silence, thumping rhythmically like a heartbeat. One, two, three, four. She had to leave soon. Silence was always suspicious. One, two, three. A smirk danced over her features, illuminated by the glow. Four. Meanwhile, Kira’s right hand flew over the page. 1, love. One, two, three, four. The scrawl was messy - she much preferred it over her perfect handwriting back in school. One, two, three. The ball fell to the ground, lazily rolling on the paper. Silence erupted her mind. Her green glow winked out, as Ace slipped away from the alleyway.

(Omg are you legitimately unaware of.how good a writer you are?)
Eris woke up in a dark room. It was extremely cold. "Er, hello?" She called, trying and failing to stand up. What had happened? What had she gotten herself into this time? There were few things that Eris could remember. Her parents, The Facility, her own name. She knew she had an alias, but she couldn't always remember that. And the alias was because of…? Ah, right. Her nemesis. Had she been beaten? "Well, fuck," she mused aloud. She would've hoped that after all the time she spent trying to figure things out, she'd at least remember something good. But alas. With a sigh, she decided to relax and lean against what she assumed was a wall.

(I'm not. You are.)
The constant weight of her cape always grounded Kira. At one point she had stopped noticing its existence in everyday life, swooshing and trailing behind her with every step or twirl. But now, seated comfortably in her lair, she eyed the cloak with something akin to disgust. Her eyes snapped to every unidentified piece of grime, as she stood up from the chair, sighing. She should pay her prisoner a visit. For a moment, she debated dressing up to shock the victim, before deciding that having a prisoner in her home was not going to affect her daily life. After changing into more comfortable clothing, cape still draped over a gloved hand, Kira finally made her way to the cell.

Eris heard footsteps and paused before calling, "hello - I mean, er, don't come any closer, or I'll throw fire at you, you witch," she said loudly. "That's what heroes are supposed to do, right? Insult enemies. We're enemies, right?" The volume of her voice slowly increased. "I suppose that would only make sense, as I can't recall any sort of friends kidnapping each other. Well, for laughs, maybe. But not in a prison. That is decidedly villainous. Yes, it's been decided. You are, in fact, a villain," she nodded as if to validate herself. This would be so much easier if I could actually remember things.

In her shock, the cape slipped out from between delicate fingers and floated to the ground. "Unless, of course, you are the villain and I am the hero," she rationalized, barely grasping the concept of their discussion. When the reality of the situation struck her, Kira immediately replaced the thoughtful expression on her face with a guarded scowl. "Though in either scenario, throwing fire at me is not ideal," she bit out.

Eris tapped her fingers on her thigh thoughtfully. "Well, to be frank, I can't recall doing anything decidedly villainous. I can't recall much of anything these days, but that's beside the point. I'm fairly certain that threats are part of the hero style. Though, if I am a villain, then I suppose that wouldn't - ah, have I been knocked out?" Her brain switched tracks in the middle of her sentence. "That would explain it."

"With your train of thought, I might as well have been the one who's been knocked out." Kira sniffed, playing with her gloves. A little conversation wouldn't hurt her, right? "'Threats are part of the hero style'?" she quoted, an eyebrow arching. "Do I need to threaten you, then?"

Eris thought for a moment, sitting down carefully. "Well, if you are a hero, which, based on your behavior, I've deemed unlikely, then I suppose you should. I've heard villains also like to threaten people, so either way, I suppose," she decided. There was a pause. "Are you going to wear your cloak, or could I borrow it? It must be freezing in here, " she commented.

The snort that came out of her was genuine. "The cloak is disgusting, absolutely revolting." She made a show of analyzing Eris's form. Kira shrugged. "So I suppose it's fitting." She pointedly edged the cloak further away from her with the tip of her toe.

Eris scowled. "Definitely a villain," she commented. "I can't reach it, nitwit. My arms aren't that long."

Kira sneered, the ugly expression marring her face. “In the scenario that you were the villain, perhaps your deeds have granted you a prison cell and a cloak out of reach, nitwit.”

Eris scowled. "Fine, then. What are you even here for, anyway?" She asked, tapping her fingers impatiently.

Her lips parted open just slightly before snapping shut. "You are the victim in this scenario." The words tumbled out slowly, almost hesitant. "Though, if you must know, your powers"–they both knew Eris's capabilities–"are invaluable." A familiar gleam shone through Kira's hooded eyes, ambition and something more.