forum I Need An Rp Or I'll Die

Started August 10, 2019 by @Simon-Says

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Kira snarled. “I could give you a lot worse than a cell, since you’re so unsatisfied.” The grip on her ball tightened, but she let it drop again instead of chucking it at a certain someone. “Even if you don’t consider this three sided structure a cell, you are the prisoner.”

"A prisoner who could leave any time she chooses," Eris corrected. "And besides, you don't really think that I'll respond to threats, do you?"

Green eyes glowered. "Don't push me, girl. I could wreck your city to pieces and destroy everyone in my pursuit of you, if I so wished. Perhaps I already have."

"Well, if you already have, then there's really no reason for me to care, is there?" Eris said thoughtfully. "Though it'd be nice for someone to pursue me for once."

(Emmy XDDD)
Kira guffawed, coughing loudly to cover it up. Seemingly at a loss for words, the pounding of her tennis ball chorused in the air. Her eyes drank in Eris with newfound interest. She looked very, very warm, in Kira's cloak.

Eris tipped her head to the side. "Could you stop bouncing that? It's giving me a headache."

Pointedly staring at Eris, she didn't say a word, but the beat persisted. She was comparable to a petty child, sulking and giving the silent treatment.

"How extraordinarily mature," Eris drawled, pulling the cloak tighter around herself.

She tilted her head, wondering if the girl would go insane from having no other form of human interaction. Yes, she could experiment with this girl, find the limits of Eris's powers and- her cloak really did look so lovely on the prisoner.

Eris sighed and tilted her head sharply to the side, sending the tennis ball slamming into the wall. "I did ask."

"I should take you back to the institution," she muttered, warily eyeing the tennis ball as it gently sloped down to rest at her feet. A slight hum emerged with a weak green glow, the shield preventing Eris from hurting Kira, even if she were tossed into a box of swords.

Panic flashed through Eris's eyes. "Don't you dare," she said, voice dangerously low. "Don't even say that."

A skeptical eyebrow jumped up at her words. "I think I'll say whatever I want. I haven't prevented you from speaking, only given you physical bounds." She paused, resuming, "Though those don't seem to affect you too much, either."

Eris glared. "That doesn't matter. Just don't ever say that word again."

She stuck her tongue out childishly, shoving back the urge to utter the phrase, 'that word.' Kira opted for, in her opinion, a much safer route - taunting. Perhaps she didn't exactly have a sense of fear, or maybe she just found showing personality scarier than tempting the enemy. "I've seen your file- it's been years. Surely you could handle it now."

"You don't handle something like that," Eris argued. She turned her head away, feeling her eyes starting to sting.

Her voice was robotic, entirely void of emotion. "Maybe you don't." She was careful to keep a close watch on the girl, sensing that if she pushed Eris too far Eris would explode. And that would completely ruin the cell.

Eric's fingers started tapping agitatedly against her thigh. "Thanks very much for your validation," she said flatly.

"You're welcome," Kira mocked. She tossed the tennis ball to Eris in a green, bright arch, which streaked through the air to land solidly at the prisoner's feet.

Eris stared at the tennis ball for several seconds before it started bouncing in time with her finger, still tapping rapidly on her thigh. She could feel the cut forming on her finger, but it was a satisfying release of energy. And pain, ironically.

She refrained from a snarky comment, watching the girl cope with her tennis ball and that goddamned cloak. She refrained from telling her that this particular tennis ball was hers, reserved for her stress and great times of impatience. She never used that tennis ball when leaving behind cryptic notes. Never.

Eris continued tapping, eyes glued to the tennis ball. It was extraordinarily calming, and after a minute or so, she stopped tapping her finger and closed her eyes for a few seconds. "Here," Eris muttered as the threw the tennis ball back to Kira.