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Blade Blade’s eyes changed again, to a light pink. He wasn’t sure what to do, what should he do? He wanted to kill her, how dare she throw something at him then threaten him? But at the same time he didn’t care at all, why? Maybe it’s because she was from ibex, she has experience the same pain and suffering he had and was just acting out. He got angry, very angry very quickly. But this time it was at himself, not at the woman across from him. “Gah! Stop! Put the damn thing down! You’re going to kill yourself!” He yelled at her, standing up. He suddenly turned around, slamming his fist so hard into the wall that his whole arm made a sickening crack. “You went through what I went through. I don’t want to kill you. Don’t make me kill you.” |
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Nyx || Mentions: Blade "Oh really!? Haven't you made that clear!" Nyx stood up, her fists coiled, "Let. Me. Out," she urged, she walked up to him, and shoved him against the wall with her hands locked on his throat. Her thumbs were placed right in the softspot, and she pressed, her eyes boiling in rage. "You think you went through what I did? Ha! I doubt that very much," she hissed, and pressed him against the wall. "You dare came into my home, threatened my life, MY CHILDS LIFE!" She shouted, "You deserve nothing good." "You are going to release me under every damn spell you have me under, or I swear to god," using whatever strength she had left, she lifted his head up higher, tightning her grasp. "I will kill you here and now. No exeptions." |
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Blade Blade didn’t expect her to come at him or try to kill him. He grimaced when he started pressing her fingers on his throat. He held himself back from reacting, but she pushed him past his breaking point and he did the first thing he could think of. He kneed her right in the stomach. He immediately regretted it, he didn’t want to hurt her baby, he was just reacting any way he could. He pried her hands away from his throat, pulling his hands to cup around his neck. Be waited to see her reaction, what if he had hurt her? Hurt the baby more like. He needed to see her reaction in order to decide if it was dangerous or not. “I’m sorry.” He said, eyes were showing his fear and guilt. (Reply fast, gonna board a plane soon O.O) |
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Nyx || Mentions: Blade Nyx winced, and stumbled backwards, and the once moving baby had stopped moving for a moment, and she was breathless. Her hands slowly made their way to her stomach, and she could feel it moving again just like normal. She sighed in relief, and looked back up to Blade. "You don't care for any sorts of life, do you?" She grabbed him by the scruff off his shirt, and dragged him away from the wall, "If your not going to let me out. I might as well. If I am correct, once that door is gone, I can get out." She pulled him back, and with all her strength, she threw him forwards towards the door, and she watched in relief as he went through. "Ok, you peice of shit! Now, release me, ENTIRELY. Meaning I want to use my abilities," she hissed. (Oh?) |
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Blade Blade felt horrible, so sick. He had hurt her, almost hurt the baby inside her. He didn’t even care as he shoved her out of the room, he hit the ground hard, head hitting the ground and busting open a nerve in his head. He just laid there on the ground, actually starting to cry. He had just hurt an innocent being, a baby. He was like Ibex, an evil organization that had beaten him within inches of death many many times. He was shaking badly, everything hurt, the heart he didn’t realize he had. “I’m sorry… I didn’t want to hurt your baby… please… don’t go.” He begged her, laying on his side and starting to cry. He didn’t release her from his persuasion powers, he just wanted her to stay. He could actually relate to her. |
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Nyx || Mentions: Blade Nyx walked up to the door frame, examining it with caution. She slowly put her hand through it, and sighed in relief. She glanced at Blade, walking out of the room, towards him. "You..." she started and walked to him, standing over him, and flipped him over onto his back, slapping his face. "Release me now, or you die. When you die, I get to use them again, so either way, I am getting my powers back. Whether you like it or not." She gritted her teeth, not falling for his act. Even if this wasn't an act, she wasn't to do anything to help him. He kneed her baby, he choked her, cut her, punched basically. Basically abuse. Nyx was fed up with it, with it all. It was honestly pathetic, she was scared.. of this broken kid? She felt ridiculed, and felt ticked off. He threatened her.. in her own house - and she didn't even do anything. She was disappointed in herself.. she would make up for it. As soon as she had her abilities back. |
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Blade Blade felt the woman turn him over and he stared into her eyes. He didn’t know what to do, she wanted to be let free from her powers, but he needed her. She was the only woman who was actually rough and firm and stood up for herself and he didn’t want her to go. Maybe she would be happy living there. He didn’t try to fight her, he actually tried to do the opposite. He managed to secure his arms firmly around her, pulling her into a very awkward hug. “Please…” he murmured, not caring as he was crying and bleeding against her now. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he didn’t want her to go. |
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Edited at October 7, 2021 06:52 PM by Dragonhorse
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Sky | M: Malaki(ind) Sky heard the crack of a twig and her head whipped around, eyes scanning the forest. She sees nothing but starts moving towards where she heard the sound. She stopped a couple yards away, her mouth parting slightly to say, "Who's there?" She was about to move forward when a little brown blob shot out and scurried up a tree. She let out a relieved sigh before making mock angry eyes at the squirrel, "You need to stop doing that mister. It's annoying." She kept this before giggling, "Alright cutie, I'll let you go this once." The squirrel chittered high in the tree, most likely stuffing itself with nuts.
Satisfied that nothing was there, she relaxed slightly before moving back towards the meadow. Now that she knew no one was following her, she could relax. Rolling her shoulders out, she stretched her muscles before whistling a short tune. She paused before hearing the mockingbirds sing it back to her. She did another one, hearing the mockingbirds change their song to match hers. Ah, she loved the forest. She reached the meadow at a leisurely pace before reaching her hands to the sky. Hmm. . .what would she like to do now? Sky thought on that as she leaned against a tree. She finally laid down, looking up to watch the clouds. |
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Mae Holland | Nevada | Mentions: Open - Mae was an… erratic character. Not that she was down-right crazy or anything, but that she was too extroverted for her own good, outgoing, and a bit loud. She loved to talk just to hear herself talk, and to talk to others. She had a tendency to get along with others easily, as if it came to her naturally, but had a horrible knack to annoy them off as some point or the other. For this reason alone, Mae often did everything on her own, rarely communicating with others unless it was small talk. She had a few close friends in the past, but they faded out of touch. - Speaking of doing things alone, Mae exited her home early that morning. She had stayed up all night, annoying her poor neighbors with her loud drumming. Mae was particullarly talented at the drums, never not toying around with them and making up new mixes. She sold drum patterns she created for a living, and would play at some band shows on hire every now and then, but because she was a loner, she rarely ever played with a band of her own. - That day, she wore a long, spiky collar, her locs in two buns, and some red flame eyeliner. Her pants were long and wide red, rubber pants that squeaked when she walked. She wore a black top covered by torn mesh, and some small platform shoes that reflected the ground. Overall, it was a pretty stylish outfit, as she always dressed up each day. Mae loved to show off her appearance and clothes, always making an entrance into any place she showed up at. - That day, she decided a good stroll was worth the time. She hadn't been out since the evening of yesterday, which was just to grab some groceries. Plugging in her headphones to her phone and slipping them over her ears, she immediately turned on her music and started humming along to the crashing beat. It was loud, blaring from her headphones and practically deafening her, considering she primarily listened to a mix of metal and rock. Blaring that type of music was never good for one's health, but Mae always objected with the fact it made her happy. - She carried a small, orange satchel that carried all of her belongings. Some extra headphones, a charging cable, her phone, her purse, and some miscellanious clutter, like bottle caps and twizzlers. Fixing the strap over her shoulder, Mae exited her home, ready for the day. A small stroll, she promised herself, and started on her walk down the block to near the back alleys. |
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