forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Macha led Ace into a dark side street before turning to glare at him. "I have known you," she stated coldly, "for less than 24 hours." She fixed him with a penetrating look, her golden eyes suddenly like ice. "If you expect me to spill my secrets to a stranger as soon as I meet him, than you can do this alone." Macha, although only slightly taller, towered over him. "So drop the sarcasm." She turned and began walking Southeast. "I have a stash of weapons this way. Are you coming or not?", she said over her shoulder.

Okay! You guys can chime in with ideas if you like )
Or offer to roleplay one of his family members if i give you guys a run down of their personalities? )

Peter didn't catch the blurred line beween his wake and sleep. He did, though, feel his body weighed with alamort and dread as his feet were placed bare on the gnarly wood floors of his Carribean home in St. Croix. The rot of illness plagued the air of his childhood home, the heavy air bearing the weak coughs of both his mother and young ginger sibling.

He had two brothers– Oliver and Jonas. Jonas was around six recently, missing his birthday in the heat of illness. Peter had tried to cheer him up with chocolate- at the cost and risk of stealing it from a tourist shop by the dock. Jonas was too groggy to be thankful. Peter understood.

Oliver was around eleven- pubescent and rebellious as ever. Black, messy hair, a big heart, whether his older brother admitted it or not. Those two would protect each other at the cost of their lives. It was Peter's fault, or at least he felt that way to himself, that he was not a bigger part of their lives since the responsibility of providing for them had fallen on his shoulders.

How tall is Macha? Ace is like 6' 3"

(I think that those are both great ideas. I think that @Mish should insert their character by helping me in some way. Whatever you guys think we should do, i’m all for it!

:) thanks!
(@NERD your turn)

"Yeah, I'm coming." Ace said. He wondered what Macha had in store today. Maybe she was actually an alien, or her Pegasus, Rhea, was a person. What Ace wanted to know was how she knew his name. He thought about whether or not Macha knew about his people. And how they all died. Perhaps she might even tell him a little bit about herself? But he really didn't care. Macha could kill him right now and he wouldn't even flinch. But then he thought about Peter. There were people that somewhat cared about him, even if only a little bit. Macha probably didn't care about Ace, but he certainly cared about her.

Peter coped, he hoped, well, with the responsibility of raising his siblings. He felt lost, though, like trying to read a map in Mandarin. What he needed was a translator- though, instead of literally for Mandarin, he needed somebody who could understand his personality. Really grasp and be fluent in the kind of young man he was and wanted to be.

And that is how he fell in deep, deep love with A dirty-blonde dutch girl named Danielle. She was the daughter of a hotel resort managing mother and foreign affairs father, living in a life of riches, but also loneliness, like Peter. And it wasn't the money of course that he fell for, but the tender demeanor she always spoke to him with; the broken line where her lips met always reminded him of a baby's soft, expressive lips. Her hands were like stream smoothed stones.

Amusingly enough, he had met her for the first time in the middle of a pie-heist— the girl had baked a pie, and of course, just like in a cliché cartoon, the pastry was set out onto the windowsill to dry with the curls of salty Caribbean wind. Peter was confident in his deftness, and when he judged the time right, snatched the desert right off the sill. What he hadn't expected was to feel so guilty about such a.. routine task that kept his family alive.

So he put the pie back. And she saw him.
And she took mercy on the thief.

Macha ducked into a back-alley to avoid being seen, Ace following behind her. She hopped nimbly over a fallen garbage can and kept going until she hit a dead end, just a sold brick wall embedded into the ground. Crouching down, she spread her fingers wide, placing each one carefully into a shallow indent near the ground. When she pulled her hand back, the brick came loose with a low grating sound, still stuck to the tips of her fingers. Macha set it down and it came unstuck, the indents glowing eerily gold in the murky darkness before fading away. Immediately, three perfectly straight cracks spread up to touch each other, one horizontal and two vertical, forming the shape of a narrow door, which swung open silently. Macha could feel her own cracks pulsing painfully as she stepped into a low-ceilinged, cramped room with a shabby interior. She heard Ace let out a small gasp behind her as the contents of the room were revealed in a thin shaft of ethereal moonlight.

Countless weapons lay in organized piles, some shiny and polished, others tarnished and faded. Golden blades winked invitingly in the light, and rusting helmets of bronze lay neatly stacked in one corner, hollow eye sockets glowering darkly at them as Macha rummaged through a pile of mixed guns and pistols. She eventually selected an assault rifle and offered it to Ace. "Here. You'll need something to defend yourself with in the fight."

Macha offered him a rifle. "Thanks, but no thanks, Macha. I have a weapon of my own." Ace pulled out his knife.

Hey guys, I won't be here until Saturday, so instead of Ace being "The Silent One" do with him as you please! Make him say stuff and do stuff! It's your job now. MWUAHAHAHA!