forum Vigilante Angel RP (CLOSED)

Started April 25, 2018 by Deleted user

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Jackson fell on the floor after it seemed like the smoke… attacked him? His ankle had felt like it had buckled, and he looked at it to see what had happened. Definitely broken. He tried to search for the figure, but the smoke was blocking his vision.

"Insert catchy Spiderman-esque oneliner here," Sam said sarcastically. (No, they actually said 'insert catchy oneliner here,') "If you're trying to take me down, don't bother. 'I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me,'" they quoted.

(so Sam is basically giving Jackson a chance to explain himself right now)

"All I did was steal some money! I'm legally dead, I needed to!" Jackson defended, trying to keep his foot steady. "What the hell just happened?"

"Have you heard of the vigilante 'Mercy'?" Sam asked, making the smoke billow threateningly. "Either you get a twenty-sided ass kicking, or… come with me," they said with a slight nostalgia, remembering their days on the streets.

"What?" Jackson asked, his eyes ablaze. "You just broke my ankle, and you expect me to calmly go on with you? And what does Mercy have to do with anything?"

Sam sighed. "God, you are dense. I'm Mercy,"

"So if you're Mercy, then where are we going?"

"To talk," Sam lifted the smoke curling around Jackson's ankle into a new nail polish bottle. "And if you try anything…" They waggled the small flask in front of his face.

Jackson swallowed. "You didn't answer my question," he said, standing up. He leaned against the wall, his hand moving to his dagger that he kept in his coat pocket. "Where are we going?"

"Inside. I hope you like chow mein. And don't try to rob the people completely this time, okay? Money, please," Sam held out a hand.

Jackson handed over the money with an annoyed expression on his face. "You're pretty…. wild with the smoke, Mirage," He said, limping toward them. His ankle burned, but he had had worse injuries.

"It's Mercy, genius," Sam corrected, counting the money. "Mm, nice, I'll use this for the rest of the month's rent," They pocketed a couple of five-dollar bills and held the rest in one hand, setting it on the counter discreetly as the two headed inside.

"Jerk…" Jackson said sitting down at a table. "This seems more like a date than an interrogation."

Sam studied him critically. "Well, you are pretty hot… but no. I… just want to talk. Why are you on the streets? Did your gang kick you out?"

//oops I've been gone
also I guess they were just kinda standing there? cause that's where I left Ceri

Ceri followed them, watching through the window of the restaurant. They didn't like having her inside.

(So when do Ceri and Isaiah come into play?)

(I'm not sure… maybe after the incident, they could still think Sam's out there and talk to each other separately about who that person could have been?"

//uh
should I delete my last msg then?

"As I told you earlier, I'm legally dead. I faked my own death to get out of the gang, now I live on the streets. How about you?" He leaned forward and folded his hands. "How did you learn to smoke bend?"

//yeah, so I guess she's just watching thru the window now
maybe sam or jackson can notice her staring or something?

//uh
should I delete my last msg then?

(I have no idea at this point I'm watching a show while I do this and this one character just broke her adopted son's window with a hammer accidentally because she was mourning the death of this guy she loved, and he calmly went back to reading his comic book)