forum Superhero Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(Sorry. It has been slowing down a bit. Is @"Coreth Void Walker" wanting to join still?

(It's fine. Idk…)

Dylan opened one eye and looked to Avery, "We aren't going after him, are we?"

He sat up, resting his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands, still looking up at her, "What do we do, Avery? How do we go anywhere from here? I know we need to, but how?

Avery stopped pacing and sat next to Dylan. She crossed her legs one way, then the other, trying to get at least somewhat comfortable. Finally, she gave up and just pulled her legs up underneath herself and sat on them.

She sighed, then answered his questions, "One: I think we should at least call the number he left us. Two: I have absolutely no idea. Three: again, I don't know. And four: I. Don't. Know." When she finished speaking, she put her face in her hands and took a couple of deep breaths.

After a few more drinks, Vaughn’s mind felt pleasingly fuzzy. He always was told that he seemed to be a very talkative person when he was under the influence of alcohol. It wa extremely strange, considering how little he usually spoke. He laughed loudly with Veronica and another woman who joined their company, leaving him feeling slightly giddy.

Dylan nodded. Without words he got up and walked into the kitchen. He popped open the cupboard, rummaged around a bit, and came up with a bottle of whiskey. He came back in and raised it, "You want some? It ain't that strong, we can have a few shots and be alright. I just can't sleep right now."

"Oh, no thanks. I don't drink," Avery admitted, shaking her head.

"Oh, no thanks. I don't drink," Avery admitted, shaking her head.

"And I'm underage, anyway."

Dylan shrugged, then sat down and formed a glass for himself. He poured himself a shot and lazily drank it, not throwing it back like his friends usually did. When the shot was gone, he waited for a bit then poured himself another shot and let it sit on the counter for a while.

"I'm only twenty. And depending on where you go you actually are of age. Europe's drinking age is 18 in most places. Or was it 16? Either way."

Avery scrunched her nose at the alcohol, but she sat beside Dylan anyway. She crossed her arms on the table in front of her and laid her head on them, completely exhausted from the day's events.

"I just have no desire to have my mind fogged," she muttered, her head still resting on her arms.

Dylan took up his glass, but just in hand.

"I understand. I've gone through this process before… sort of. It was with my cat, not a person. Still put me on my rear for about a week… heh…" Dylan shook his head, smiling, "…I haven't changed much. That was years ago."

He looked up at her, "Did you have any pets?"

"I have a cat," Avery said, lifting her head to look at Dylan. "She lives at the apartment I share with Thea. Her name is Moo." She smiled at the mention of her cat's name. "She's black and white spotted, so she reminded me of a cow."

(It could get confusing if more people do join and we’d have to update them, so I’d suggest closing it.)

After a bit longer at the bar, Veronica had driven Vaughn back to the cabin. Vaughn felt that his head wasn’t straight, and he found that he either wore what felt like a permanent grin or laughed uncontrollably at random times. He leaned slightly against Veronica, who was sober, as she led him inside. “You two!” She called to Dylan and Avery, “Don’t let Vaughn get sick anywhere, yeah? He is seriously wasted.” She chuckled and led him to the stairs.

“Come on, Roni, stay,” Vaughn said, a slight slur in his voice as he grinned wildly.

“Sorry, Finley. As much as I would love to stay, it’s not happening while your completely out of it,” she responded, laughing as she helped him into his bedroom.

Avery gave Vaughn and Veronica an odd look, nodding to the girl in response to her request.

And now I'm the only one here who doesn't have any alcohol in them… This should make for interesting plan-making, she thought, putting her head back on her arms.

Veronica eventually skipped back down the stairs. “God, I love him when he gets like that. Look at this,” she said, pulling up a photo on her phone of the two, and another woman. There was a grin on Vaughn’s face, and it was much different to see him happy. “Crazy right?”

Avery lifted her head to look at the picture. "You got Prince Grumpy to smile?" she mused. "Wow. He must really like you."

Dylan looked over the photo. "He looks like a kid. Like an honest-to-god kid. That's weird. But I agree, you two must be buddy-buddy, if he's grinning like that."

Veronica laughed at the nickname and nodded slowly. “I’ve had the privilege of knowing Vaughn since he was about 15, I think. It’s all about the trust thing, I’ve earned his trust. He’s really not that much of an violent asshole, he’s actually a pretty gentle guy. It’s kind of weird,” she explained, obviously a chatty person.

She turned the cellphone off and stuffed it into her pocket. “Well, this was a wonderful little chat, but I’ve got to go. Make sure not to do anything after all of that,” she said, gesturing at the whiskey and winking jokingly, “children stay here.”

"It was nice talking to you," Avery politely said, nodding at the woman. "And don't worry, I'll make sure the boys stay in line."

“That’s what I like to hear,” Veronica responded over her shoulder, taking up her bag and leaving.

Vaughn was in his bed, seeming to already be asleep, his breathing heavy.

Avery stood and faced Dylan. "I'm going to go check on Vaughn quickly. Make sure he's not doing anything stupid."

Vaughn shifted, hugging onto a pillow. He exhaled softly and rolled onto his side.

(1200th post.)

Without waiting for a response, Avery walked down the hallway to Vaughn's room. After tapping the door and getting no response, she opened the door and stuck her head in. Vaughn was on his bed, seemingly asleep.

Avery let out a soft breath. Good, he's sleeping. That means I have one less person to look after for a while.