forum Superhero Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Element noticed Vaughn approach, so she shot Dylan a warning look and sauntered inside.

Vaughn noticed the look and shook his head slowly. He exhaled sharply and slipped inside. “Figure things out?” He asked, gaze skeptical.

Oooh is it too late for me to join in? I only read the first page but it seems cool.

Element shot him a look, and grabbed the lap-top. "No." she muttered.

(Thanks!)

My name's Karma, and no that's not a fake name or anything, that's my real name. All I can do though is teleport, and that takes a lot of energy out of me.. I'm pretty good at shooting, just not with a gun. If you want to know about what I look like my eyes are blue, I have caramel colored hair with some blue dye at the ends, and I'm about 5'11. \ _ (-H-) _ /

Vaughn frowned softly at the look she gave him. He ran a hand over his jaw in thought.

Element sat down on the couch, and pulled her knees to her chest. She put her glasses atop her head, and closed her eyes. Sleep overcame her.

Vaughn sighed sharply and walked up to his room. The “devil worship” objects were scattered around, a pentagram made of chalk sketched into the wood floor. There were black, unlit candles on each corner as well. He began to clean up, scrubbing the chalk from the floor and packing the candles away.

(Urgh, sorry I haven't been able to post…)

Avery looked between Dylan and the direction Element had gone in. She shook her head, trying to clear it of the thoughts raging through it.

No, I can't think like this. We have a mission, and I can't be distracted by odd conversations and looks between my friends.

(It’s all good.)

Vaughn finished and sat on the bed, taking up a first aid kit. He stitched up the long gashes in his forearm, his jaw clenched.

(It’s all good.)

Vaughn finished and sat on the bed, taking up a first aid kit. He stitched up the long gashes in his forearm, his jaw clenched.

(What. The. Heck. Happened?)

(He went off and did his own little thing in his room. His “contact” is a demon, and blood is usually needed to summon one. He’s all good tho.)

(Oh. Ew.)

(But that's good, though… I guess…)

(This is totally random and has nothing to do with anything other than the fact that it's April Fools' Day today…)

(Funny story:
Last night I was babysitting five kids w/my sister, and we were all talking about pranking each other. Skip to 5 am this morning—my sis and I spent the night—my sister noticed one of the boys walk into our room and do something. Not thinking anything of it, she goes back to sleep.

7 AM: We wake up, my sis goes to the door, grabs the handle, and exclaims: "What the heck?!?"
Sticky, light-blue goop all over the door handle… It was toothpaste.
It was also on the railing of the stairs leading down to the basement—where the guest room is—and on the inside door handle of said stairs.)

(It does sound hilarious. That’d be a sticky mess to clean up though haha.)

(Haha, yup! But we didn't have to do anything! It was great!)

Dylan, oblivious to Avery's looks of suspicion, pointed to the screen.

"This one," He said, pointing to a picture of an early modern style boat, "we can use this one. Big enough for anyone to land if they need to, small enough for me to summon and not draw too much attention. Plus, it ought to be comfy." He gave a small, sincere smile in Avery's direction, "It even has a small interior. If you think you might need a nap…"

"I'm fine," Avery clipped. She looked over the designs, thereby avoiding Dylan's eyes. "It looks good. I'll Oscar print it out, then we can get to work putting this plan together."

Avery tapped something to Oscar, then climbed out of the car, all while still avoiding Dylan's gaze. Admittedly, she was a little upset about the whole "secret conversation" thing, but she wasn't going to ask about it.

Dylan stepped out of the car while it printed and leaned against the side. It was getting late already, yet the air was moderately warm despite the setting sun. The hustle and bustle of the nearby highway was distant, and drowned out by the sound of Oscar's internal printer. Feeling bored already, he glanced at Avery, who stood nearby looking elsewhere. She had a slightly forelorn look on her face, and she appeared to be deep in thought.

Dylan formed a shadow-ed copy of a paper airplane, forming the code in his head for it to hit her in the shoulder. He let it go, not even bothering to make a throwing motion, and it flew off, doing exactly as he had intended it to do.

Element woke with a start. She was no less tired then before, and the night-mares she had didn't effect the situation in a good way.

Something lightly tapped Avery's shoulder, and she turned around. A shadow-formed paper airplane lay on the hood of the car. She looked at Dylan, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes?" she questioned flatly. "Is there something you want?"