con・tra・dic・tion | superhero rp | [officially closed]

"Oh no," he laughed again. "I love New York. It's just such a hotspot for superhero activity. There's a reason behind that. Wouldn't you like to know? I could tell you many things, Kaz."

The corner of his lip turned up in a snarl before he could stop himself. He hated demons, hated them, and he felt himself get genuinely angry. "I. Don't. Care!" Lightning crackled to life around him, causing hair to stand on end. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing tattoos glowing with a faint purple. In a flash his eyes had gone pitch black save for the rings of his eyes, which had turned a bright whitish-purple. A single short black antler grew from the left side of his head. "Leave."

“Oooh, a feisty one,” the demon chuckled, but he wasn’t so calm anymore. Tendrils Of Black Magic snaked around his body. “Well, if you really want me gone so bad.” He dipped his head and waved at Chandra. “See you some other time, my sweet!” In a puff of smoke, like a magician, he was gone.

Kaz frowned at the spot where the demon once was. He hissed a little, a now forked black tongue running across his chapped lips. He felt something vaguely wet on his lip and reached up with a vaguely clawed hand to touch the spot. It came away with a small bit of black blood, and he scowled at it. "Shit."

Reign wandered back in, staring at the once-again sunny sky. “The roof…”

Kaz quickly wiped the blood on his pants, his horn dissolving into the air and the black in his skin receding. His eyes began to change back to normal, and the spot where he had bit his lip stung just a little

Isaac's vines die and fall to the floor around him in a shrivled up mess. He hears someone say something about the roof and nods, "yeah, I don't think insurance will cover that."

Kaz chuckled awkwardly, shaking a little from the strain of shifting. "Wouldn't happen to know some magic to fix that, would you?"

“Nope, I only destroy,” Reign chimed in, looking up.

(Reign da destroyer.)

(ack gotta go, see ya)

//byeee

"All I do is control plants, I mean I could make a roof out of vines but that's more of a short term solution," Isaac shrugs.

“It’d be a cute addition to the cafe,” she shrugged. “If you could grow them from the ground. I’ll come by and water them.”

Kaz frowned up at the roof. "Guess I'll have to find another cafe for a while. And I liked this place too," he mumbled

Kaz felt anxiety creep up through his stomach, and he started to tap his foot again. He glanced over at Cyrus, noticing that something seemed a little off in his static field. "You ok?"

“I need light,” Chandra muttered. “Flashlight. Anything. Is everyone alright? I really cannot take that insert swear word anymore.”

Castor has been sitting and quietly watching this whole ordeal. Standing, he stretches, showing off a surprising amount of flexibility. "So that happened." After remarking this he walks towards the group. "Name's Castor, you're my kind of people."

“And by that you mean…?” Chandra asked, having already transformed back into a human after grabbing a phone that someone had dropped and using its flashlight.

Deley whimpered as her body returned to its normal form. She slumped down to the ground and just wanted to curl up in a ball.

"We've all got powers apparently," Kaz piped up

"Mums trying to get me back again, insert name for she-dog. Like I would." He scoffs, waving a hand dismissively. "Nasty piece of work, Dad's not much better. Any o' you seen a kid bout my height? Named Pollux."

Castor snorts at the flinch. "You ain't given me a reason to hurt you, so I ain't gonna." Seeming not to notice his own hostility, he picks up a scone and starts eating like a man starved.

Deley got up and spoke to the others talking, "I'm Deley and I hate my life."

“I’m Chandra and that is the demon who, quote, ‘saved my life.’ Bull,” she said disdainfully.

Giving them a look, Castor shrugs. "Join the f@*&ing club."