Private RP with @TinyZombieKat (Stalkers Are Welcome, but You May Be Very Very Confused)

Maelia's eyes brightened as they sat. Her attention on the building around them. She smiled softly at all the photo's, chuckling at the picture of Neo and company. Her brother's fluffy curls unmistakable as well at the cheeky grin he had aimed at the camera. Maelia certainly liked this city by the sea and wouldn't mind making the move. She still fretted over what her parents might say but she was her own woman now. Braith was barely old enough to be considered an adult and he was making it just fine. So could she. Right?
Right.
"This place is lovely." She finally said to the tense man before her.

M started like a gunshot had went off, and he focused back on her. He was being ridiculous. He needed to focus on his… whatever this was, perhaps his outing and just be pleasant. He mustered a slight smile that did not match the happy, easygoing one in his photo.
“Yeah. It’s great.”

Maelia cocked a brow, carefully catching the difference in smiles. "Are you sure? You seem a bit jumpy and….tense." She used her chin to point at M's clenched fist on the table.

M took his hand and slapped it against the leather of the seat. The noise made his stupid self jump like an oversensitive guinea pig.
“I’m not tense! I’m fine.”

Maelia's mouth quirked as her relaxed eyebrow flicked up to meet the other high on her forehead. She steepled her fingers against her lips and leveled a deep warm gaze at M. "Oh of course. Completely relaxed." A teasing lit making her voice soft.

(Ehy how long are you on tonight?)

M couldn’t let herself meet her gaze. He felt he couldn’t get comfortable and relaxed. The outside atmosphere was just too odd and strange to his Magic, which had fluffed out his hair more than what it was. Something was wrong.

"We–we don't have to stay if you are uncomfortable." Maelia said softly, tucking a springy curl behind her ear. She could see how tense he was and it was making her tense as well. Red flame danced over her knuckles as she squeezed them.

M swallowed and jumped at a slight movement from the bar. “N-o, it’s okay.” He slowly took out his phone and set it down on the table.
“I… um… here.” He opened his phone, tapping on the Phone app and going to his contacts. He pressed on an unassigned number, pushing her the phone. His eyes flitted around before he focused back on her.
“I want you to go outside of this resturant, hide yourself well, and call this number.” His voice had suddenly dropped a few pitches and his eyes were dark and serious. “When someone answers, most likely a masculine voice, I want you to ask for Jericho. The likelihood of someone not answering is very slim.” His eyes darted around again before he refocused on her. “Once Jericho comes on the line, I want you to ask for backup Quick. I want Magic users who can teleport, I want it that quick. Go quietly, don’t make yourself known. Once the phone call has ended, stay put.” He took his wallet out of his pocket, a neat, black, leather one and handed it to her. “Take this, too.”

Maelia stared at M, wondering what in all the stars he was talking about. She numbly took what she was handed, not liking the situation for a single second. She stared down at the phone and wallet, aghast. "Right now?" Her voice didn't shake, thank the Gods, but the rest of the world seemed to be wobbling.

“Yes.” M took her hands when she grabbed his wallet, staring for her eyes. “I want you to stay calm. Whatever you hear coming from here, don’t be concerned. It’ll be okay.” He glanced around, spotting a waiter coming over. His heart pounded in his chest and he let her go.
“Go now. Please. And keep yourself safe.”

Maelia's brow creased as determination filled her eyes. She squeezed M's fingers tightly before swiftly standing. She stood tall and proud despite her shaking fingers, and still stopped to peck M on the cheek as she walked purposefully out of the restaurant. Braith…I need to call him too. She hoped M had his number saved.
She ducked into a warm store with wide widows so she could keep an eye on what was happening. Fear made her sick, but she took several deep breathes. Shoppers looked at her curiously, but she paid them no attention as she pressed 'call' on that number M had brought up for her. It barely rang once before a rather chipper voice picked up. "Ey! M! Why are you calling so late? You were supposed to be taking the day off to meet that lovely–"
"Jericho. I need to speak with Jericho." Maelia interrupted, voice like the fire within her.
"Eh….You're not M….One sec." Soft music thrummed her ear as she was placed on hold. More fire danced along her fingers and she shook them out, bouncing nervously on her toes.
"This is Jericho?" A smooth male voice said, obviously confused.
"M's is trouble. I don't know exactly–He told to to call–but I can't see–" Maelia gasped out trying to control her shaking.
"Whoa whoa. Slowly, cherie. You must be Maelia. Hi. I'm Jericho, M's second in command. I was hoping to meet you another, less stressful way, but cest la vie. Okay…take a deep breath and tell me exactly what M told you to say. Ready?" He spoke with the kind of authority that was calming, much like M. Maelia took a deep breath and released it slowly as she spoke.
"He said he needs backup. Quick. Umm–Magic users who can teleport. He needs that quick. I don't know what is happening though. I didn't see–"
"Okay. Great. You're doing great, cherie. Where are you?" She could hear movement in the back ground and Jericho's voice as he pulled away to give other's orders.
"Cameron's restaurant… I think. M sent me out. I'm in a store–"
"Great." The voice came from behind her and she almost lept out of her skin at the blonde that was giving her a soft smile.
"I got it from here, cherie." Jericho said, motioning the men that came with him to move towards the restaurant.

M glanced over his shoulder, playing anxiously with a straw wrapper. He needed Jericho to sit in front of him. He needed to give his commands and plan to his second, in hopes that his hot head wouldn’t get in the way. He had waited anxiously for the other detectives of his unit to arrive, and it was wonderful to see them there. The greeter greeted them with a smile and a bow.
“Hi there! Are you all here to see someone? Where would you like to sit?”

(Hot head returns. LOL)

Jericho left the trembling lady in the antique store with Kayla, the owner's daughter. Maelia. Sister of Neo's consort, Braith. Jericho exhaled as he strode across the way, men in tow. She was an absolute knock out, sharing the same stunning features of her brother. What genes that family has. M is a lucky man. Jericho silently cursed himself for making eyes at the woman. She was obviously enamored with M. The way she refused to take her eyes of the restaurant was enough to speak volumes. But damn…
Clearing his mind of all thoughts of the girl, he slid into the booth across from M.
"Boss." He said raising his brows. Their men casually slid into the chairs around them, looking like nothing but a bunch of guys relaxing after work.

M forced himself to visibly relax, his eyes still flitting around, however they occasionally rested on the man in the wire table and the ruby-lipped woman.
“Jericho. Rosemary. Damien. It’s good to see you all.” His fingers curled up around the thoroughly destroyed straw wrapper.
“Howevermuch I’d love to have a plesant conversation, we have a problem. Someone has entered this building with a gun.”

(fuck i thought Jericho took two women and two men my dumb ass

And nb won’t let me edit, just replace Rosemary with Ross, pleaaaaase)

(XD I don't mind. I said 'men" as a reference to soldiers not actual gender.)

(Oh lol thanks. Ok then it’s good.)

(Hhhhhhh)

Jericho's brows shot up, but he made no move to look around. He didn't want to alert the criminal and send them into a shoot out. Casually leaning back and throwing an arm over the back of his seat, he eyed M from the corner of his eye. "What's the play then, Boss?"

M fiddled with a napkin laying at his wrist, needing something to do as he tried to focus. His Magic was racing in his head, flitting around to the people around him to the spastic, trying thoughts in his own head. He inhaled deeply.
“They’re most likely going to come around for our wallets. Once we split up into groups, I will be the one to distract them. Hopefully I can keep them calm enough so they don’t shoot anyone… but if they do, at least it’ll be myself, and not one of you. I think I’ll have more later, but we need to get split up, now.”

Jericho's brows came down over his eyes hard. "You'd let yourself be shot, M?" His thoughts flicked to the girl waiting in the store across the street on purpose. A firm reminder that M had someone worried sick about him. "I agree with everything else but that."
Rosemary and Damien silently nodded, before casually getting up to move about the restaurant as if bored with waiting for their food. Jericho remained where he was, stretching and looking like he did not have a care in the world.

“Well— the hope is that I don’t get shot. And I don’t want any of you interfering if I do!” He hissed after the pair who stood.
“I want you to act like normal resturant goers. I just needed back-up in case these people decided to turn on people at the bar!”

Jericho sighed quietly, rolling his shoulders and wondering when the party was going to get started. His eyes darted from person to person, attempting to pin point which of the patrons got M all bent out of shape. "So….Braith's sister eh?" He asked conversationally. It would help to appear normal by talking.

M ignored Jericho, tearing up the napkin. His eyes fitted back and forth between the man and woman, who turned to smile at each other. The man hardly looked like a fellow to smile at someone, with his pale gray skin and sunken gray eyes. The woman beamed back, setting her phone down. She stood, sat at the table and leaned forward to start talking.
M leaned forward a little, as if that would heighten the amout of speech that reached his ears.

Jericho frowned, eyes finally landing on the ones M had marked as dangerous. He kept them in the corner of his eye as he continued to look around the restaurant. The perfect picture of boredom. They were all tense, magic right at the surface, ready to lash out to bring them down. If only they would act…

M started to tap on Jericho’s elbow, tensing. His eyes widened a bit more. “Go. Go get another table. Away from here. Go sit at the bar and protect them, Jericho, now.” He pulled at his elbow, suddenly, his urgency apparent.

ERIS

Yes?

RESPOND

I'm suffering mild writers block. D: