forum Serious Writing Improvement RP.

Started August 10, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

Edit topic

Izzy floats beside him. "Honestly Alexander…" she says, her Australian accent heavy. "You need rest…" She rests a ghostly hand on his shoulder. He shakes his head. "I'm okay, I just need some coffee…" he mutters, so others wouldn't give him weird glances.

(Well, this is going to be difficult to interact with the others, but none the less it will be interesting.)

(Our characters could become friends)

Zoe thanked the waiter before returning her attention to the computer. "Why would you do that?!" She mumbled to herself in annoyance before she took a sip of her tea and continued typing.

"Zhavia Valentine." The Kings voice boomed over the room and echoed. "Do you swear on your life that you will obey the Kings rules and never betray him?" Zhavia was hesitant, not because she was going to betray him, no never; She just didn't like authority much, she'll have to get over that though. "I do." The King nodded to each side of him beckoning for two man to come over. They wore special gloves to hold the hot iron half circles in their hands. It was tradition to get marked on the skin showing your faithful to one person only, the King. Zhavia took a deep breath as the men took them and marked the bottom of her neck. One was on top of the other so it looked like a circle that was a bit off. You weren't allowed to cry out in pain or pass out, it was considered a weakness and the was unacceptable. She brought her arm to her mouth and bit hard, so hard it made her bleed. After the it was over two women walked over and put their hands on the burn marks and healed her, though the scars would last forever. "Congratulations." The King clapped and the others followed suit. She turned to face all the people in front of her and she let herself smile in triumph.

He sighs and runs a hand through his already harassed hair. "I'm alright." The Aussie had been lecturing him as he tiredly drunk his coffee. He looks towards the red head and shakes his head. Izzy had appeared to him when he was alone in middle school. She was with him in the mental hospital, darkest of times, everything. She was his constant assurance. He saw the world two ways, with color, and how the ghosts saw it. Black and white.

"Is that what I think it is?" Jophiel stammered, whispering, pointing to the ghost next to the young man. He was sure that only he and the one talking to it could see it. Humans were… limited, after all.

Izzy looks at the other male, her eyes narrowing. "Alexander…" He looks to where she's staring. "Stay with me." HE says softly, his gaze staying on her. She nods. "Why would I leave?" She questions. He glaces at the other male, waving him over.

Jophiel puts his hands in his pockets, trying to head over as inconspicuously as possible, although probably doing the opposite.

He watches as the other walks towards him. Izzy glares at the newcomer. She was very careful around people. Alexander stares at the other male. "Can you see Izzy?" He says softly.

"The… er… Deceased person right there?" Jophiel asks. "Of course." He finishes, tugging at his tie.

He stares at the male. His heart thudding. "I-I'm not the only one…?" Alexander whispers. Izzy sets a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Alex, hun. I don't think you realize who he is…" She whispers. He stares at her. "What's that supposed to mean." Izzy looks at Jophiel. "And it's Izzy to you." She snaps.

"Okay…" Jophiel says, awkwardly. "All angels can see spirits, so it's only natural that I'd notice." He says.

As soon as her military marking was over, she got a few 'Congratulations' and pat's on the back. All of the men were huge, it was hard for her to believe she actually made it. "So, you made it huh?" Tyson her friend and trainer looked at her with disbelief. "Of course, it's me after all." His arm rested on her head. Tyson was much taller than her, wasn't the much older though. They have been together since they were small and inseparable. "You really think you'll make it in a real war though? There are a lot of good fighters out there." Why does he keep reminding me of this? I will be fine this is what I've trained for, no one will win against me. Zhavia ignored what he said and continued down the hall to the lunchroom where she gets to eat with the military now. "Hey girly, think you'll last?" Everyone in the room laughed. Tyson made himself look intimidating and took a step forward. Zhavia's hand on his chest stopped him. "This weakling isn't worth my time." She slipped by him and sat at a table.

He looks down. So… he really was the only human that could see ghosts? I mean, he was looking at an angel… Izzy growls. "Your kind kicked me out of heaven as a little girl." She growls. Alexander waves at Izzy. "Calm down…" he mutters towards her. She huffs and gives Jophiel a glare before sitting beside Alexander.

"And how long have you been in this spiritual state?" Jophiel asks, not wanting to pry.

"203 years." She hisses angrily. She huffs quietly, looking towards Alexander with concern. He was holding his head, sighing softly. "You okay, hun?" He nods. "Fine."

"Well… my kind didn't have anything to do with that… A New Generation of angels was created just a little over a decade ago, there's no way I could've had anything to do with the Old Ones.

She raises a brow at him. Alexander huffs through his nose before looking towards Izzy, "Which means you need to stop griping." He says cheerfully. She laughs softly. "Not that I want to go back anymore, I've got you look after." She teases.

(Any time is cool. War doesn't wait for you to prepare, it just happens.

We should be arriving tomorrow. Am I ready ready? No, I can't doubt myself right now. Zhavia was trying to mentally prepare herself for what was to come, she was going to have to kill people tomorrow. "Ah, I don't know if I'm ready for that." Her head fell into her hands. A knocking sound came from in front of her. "You'll do Great!" Tyson was always there when she needed him and she was glad he trained her, since he was one of the best here. The food sat in front of her, she wanted to eat but knowing what was going to happen made her hesitate. "I don't know if I-" A spoon full of food was shoved into her mouth. "You need all the energy and strength before tomorrow. So, if I have to I will force feed you." Everyones eyes were now on them. Her hand slapped his away. "I'm not a child!" She made sure everyone heard that. The chair made a horrid sound when she stood and snatched her food. "I'll be in my room." Zhavia walked quickly out. "You messed up Tyson." On of the other guys said. A piece of ham flew across the room and landed on the guy who spoke up. "I know that."

Blue walked into the cafe shyly. He honestly had no idea where he was going, but he needed to go somewhere. He walked up to the counter, about to ask for directions, but then he saw his favorite type of tea on the menu. He shyly ordered, “Um, a- I’d like to buy a -er- a chamomile tea, uh, please?” He pulled out a ten and got his change back with his tea. He hesistantly went over to an empty table, fingering his dagger hidden at his belt. It gave him an assurance just to know it was there, in reality, he probably wouldn’t have the guts to put to use his training with the sharp metal.

He smiles at the Aussie, her happy attitude making him smile as well. Alexander enjoyed talking with his ghostly friends. It made him feel comforted. He sighs softly and glances at his drink, sipping the bitter liquid. To him, he liked the taste. He never liked anything to overly sweet.