“It’s going to be okay. Don’t worry.” He said, walking down to the door and opening it a crack. The guy burst through the door and tried jumping on Tyler but Tyler was too quick for him and pinned him to the ground, snarling.
There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)
Macha jumped backwards in shock, quickly recovering her wits and slamming the door closed before anyone else could launch a surprise attack. "Tyler? Are you okay?"
“I’m fine.” He growled, the stranger struggling underneath him. “”T-Tyler?” The stranger studdered out, looking nervous. “Who are you? What do you want?” He asked.
Macha locked the door, crouching down next to Tyler. "Answer his question." She did her best to seem as intimidating as possible.
“Don’t hurt me I’m kinsky’s son. I promise. He sent me here. Told me you might need help.”
Macha furrowed her brow. Is that the guy you were telling me about last night? "If that's true, then why did you just attack him?"
No it’s his son. I didn’t know he had a son but how that I think about it..
“I didn’t attack him! I was trying to get in before they saw me.” He said defensively.
Macha's eyes sharpened. "They? Be more specific." They're here…
Lock the doors. Make sure they don't see you.
"Those men, that are after you. I saw them in town and I think a couple of them followed me." He responded, glancing over at her. Tyler let go of him and walked a couple steps back.
I just did.
Macha shifted anxiously when Tyler let the man go, not ready to trust him yet. "Prove that you're… Kinsky's son."
"No, he is. I remember you…" Tyler narrowed his eyes at him. "Jason." He narrowed his eyes as well when he stood up, face to face with Tyler. "I remember you too Tyler."
Macha stood back, watching Jason warily. How do you know him?
Our father's used to work together, so I saw a lot of him.
"So Tyler..your father's dead." Jason said. Tyler glared at him. "And? What's that got to do anything?" Jason turned away. "Didn't know you were a murderer."
Macha's fists clenched. "You're on thin ice.", she warned Jason. "One more word like that and we're leaving you outside for those men."
Jason laughed a little. "And who are you?"
Macha's eyes blazed. "I'm Macha.", she stated simply, not trusting herself to say anything more.
"Well, okay then." Jason sighed, looking around. "What do you want Jason?" Tyler growled.
Macha simmered with fury, vyrbshe ket him speak.
"I was sent here by my father. Don't act like i'm the devil." Jason said. "Why didn't he come himself?" Tyler asked, still glaring at him. "Because he can't. A couple months ago his legs started acting up and now he doesn't walk much anymore."
(whoah sorry for my huge typo in the previous post, I was on my phone)
Macha's eyebrows shot up. "What about a wheelchair?"
(lol np)
"It's too far. Too dangerous." Jason said, looking over at her.
Macha nodded grudgingly. "Maybe we should take this conversation to the living room."
"Yes." Tyler said and Jason followed him into the living room, sitting down in an armchair.
Macha sat across from them, crossing her legs and giving Jason a once-over. "So.", she said finally. "You're here to help?"
"If you'll let me, yes. My father can take care of those men for you."
“How??”
"He has people."
“Very specific.”
"You don't need to know every little detail." He said coldly.
Macha narrowed her eyes at him.
”Fine”