Protagonist vs. Antagonist Rp Reboot (OPEN, we started but NEED ANOTHER PROTAGONIST)

Antonio looked at him hesitantly, and Marco frowned, “You heard her. Pack up your things until the next time I find a use for you.” Antonio paled, quickly scrambling to pack his instruments. Marco turned his attention back on Lilith, “You can have a throne, and all the power that comes along with it. You’ll be sitting at the top of the world, along with me. Of course, we could either divide the land or rule together, whatever you would prefer,” He waved an idle hand in the air, lips curling into a smile.

“My name is insignificant, sir, I’m just the help,” Alfonzo started, keeping his eyes focused on the ground. Just a little bit more to the manor, then he’d be off the hook. Unless, of course, Marco decided he wanted to play a bit with blood. Alfonzo hid his shudder, crossing his fingers in hope Marco wouldn’t be in a bad mood.

Once they arrived at the manor, Asher stared around in wonder. "This is a pretty place!" he giggled madly. He kept getting distracted "Look at the flowers!" he would yell then get side tracked again.

Shoot… another crazy. Alfonzo walked to the large doors which were already being opened for them, “Right this way, sir.” Alfonzo just didn’t want to walk on glass shards anymore, he didn’t want to work for crazy people anymore. But… Marco had a policy for his servers. You had two options in this policy… work for Marco or die. And there was a fifty~fifty shot of dying when the lord was in a bad mood.

"Okay!" He said, walking through the doors. well, more like skipping. hm this is Lord Marco's manor is it not? he asked himself. Why would Marco want to talk to me?

"That's doesn't sound bad." She would tell him her true wish, but she wasn't sure if she could trust him quite yet. Lilith heard some doors open and looked off in the direction. Who could be here? Tapping her finger was the only thing keeping her from beating ever person in this castle.

Marco looked towards the entry hall, then not a few moments later Alfonzo came walking in with a guy who had a speck of blood on his pants. Marco raised an eyebrow at the newcomer, “How intriguing…” Another piece of the puzzle… His lips curled into a small smile, “Welcome to my manor, I am Marco Soltan.”

"I assumed so!" Asher smiled, holding back a giggle. After all, he was in noble presence. "Im Asher Quire, pleased to meet you." he gave a small bow and when he couldn't hold it back, a long string of giggles came.

Lilith ignored the new person and just continued to stare off into the distance. It wasn't like she knew him, so she didn't feel the need to say hi or anything.

Marco tilted his head slightly, then finally began, “I’ve had word delivered to me that you are very unique, Asher. I just would like to know more about you in that aspect.” And then I’ll propose the plan, and the perfect picture of Marco’s rule would become more and more like reality…

"I suppose you could say that!" he tittered. "I really like your flowers!" he said. Might as well compliment the dude.

“Why thank you,” Marco politely smiled, “Could you, by chance, show me what you can do, Asher?” Marco waved a hand idly in the air and let out an quiet sigh. He didn’t want to bother with politeness and frills anymore, but it always seemed necessary.

"Well, there is a ghost right behind you!" he says cheerfully. "She's trying to haunt you and failing, now she's glaring at me! I can also control minds!" he giggles gleefully, pointing to the female ghost that is only visible to him.

Lilith watched as they talked amongst themselves. He can see ghosts? She looked over to behind Marco and didn't see anything. Maybe he could.. No, it won't be possible. He's dead.

Mind control… Such a dangerous thing. Marco’s lips curled into a smile, “Well that’s just what I wanted to hear. I have a proposal for you. I’ve been serarching for people like me ever since my father passed. I want to control the world underneath my palm,” Marco looked between Lilith and Asher, “And I want you two beside me.”

"Okay." is all he says, waving to the spirits behind Marco "By the way, the spirit wants to know why you killed her." he stuck his tongue out to the spirit.

“Don’t they all?” Marco said with a smile, turning around and walking away a few steps, towards one of the server’s halls and calling, “Bring out some food for the guests, if you care to make yourself useful.” Marco already knew they were scrambling to do his bidding.

"I don't need food, but thank you." Lilith said, coping Marco's speech again. Even if she didn't need food she went and sat at the table, hoping to feel a little normal.

Asher just skips over to the table and plops down in one of the chairs. "Your home is nice!" he says to Marco.

“Can I get you anything else?” Marco slid into a seat across from her, pulling out a knife to sharpen it as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. She seemed like a robot, yet still human. What had created her? Or was she just born this way, like me?

"My charger. It's at my home it's big, so it may take a few guys to get it." She was going to need to charge soon before shutting down. Lilith saw that Marco was watching her, but didn't know why. Had she done or said something to make him question her intentions?

Marco looked to a few servers nearby, “Get the charger, and hurry while you’re at it. If you break it, well, you know what will happen,” Marco let out a light laugh at the servers surrying away. Marco started to shape his knife with his mind, smoothing out the rough edges to a sharp blade. “So would you two rather split the land we conquer, or rule it all together?” He asked in a conversational tone, as if talking about the weather.

"I don't care." Lilith waved her hand in the air. "You two can decide." She'll just take whatever is given to her, not like she cared about any of that anyway. Lilith looked over at Asher to hear his response.

"I dont care!' he also said, he author will not elaborate becouse she is in drama practice

(i’m kinda confused by what you mean here…)

Dont worry bout that, im in theatre practice and dead.///

(Do y’all think I should reopen this to one more protagonist?)

(Probably.)

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