(@Mish, Paddington Bear once said "If you're kind and polite, the world will be right", which is cheesy as heck, but that's pretty much what i am, and I also really love Paddington Bear, so i hope you're feeling better!)
(also, may I recommend turmeric sprinkled on top of a spoonful of honey for sore throats?)
Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)
Oh! And chamomile tea helps with falling asleep )
Waiting for Irish to answer btw )
(@TopazWyrmlet~ You may! I'll keep that in mind the next time I get something like that. [As much as I try, I can't STAND drinking tea, so thank you for the suggestion!]
And I totally get that statement, I myself have some…personal issues which make it hard for me to stay positive all the time, but I make it a point to try to be as nice and polite to others as possible. That way, if I can't manage to be happy, at least I can make others happy and that's what counts. ^-^ And I am feeling MUCH better, thank you for your concern. ^-^)
Do you want to hear the best joke ive ever made
Also the cringiest? )
(GO FOR IT)
What do you call an impressive rock?
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Marble-ous
XDD
Loloooo ! ))
@Irish_Dancer1102 , sorry if you're busy and im interrupting or sounding rude, but its your turn )
(I know guys, I am so so sorry for not replying. I’ve been so busy today. But I’m here now. )
Skylar entered the cupcake shop, watching the ambulances pick up bodies and rush away. The dim light was hard to see through, but she managed to make out three body shaped lumps. “Guys,” She started, tears streaming down her face when she saw how battered Peter was. “I am so so so so sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t told you all to come here, this wouldn’t have happened. It’s all my fault. “ she managed to say through all of the tears. Ace was silent, watching his new friend laying on the floor. Macha watched Skylars every move until she sat down. “I contacted an ambulance. He should be here right away. Annyy minute nowww…” She muttered, standing up and looking out the window. Skylar realized that the screaming had stopped. Now it was a ghost town. Complete silence, except for the occasional ambulance or police car. The helicopters were gone, and the stench of blood and bodies filled the air. “I am so sorry. Here, I’ll go get an ambulance.” She said, getting up. She waited for somebody else to come with her, but nobody moved. She walked out of the door and looked around. There, coming around the corner was an ambulance. The driver didn’t seem to see her, and she jumped out to get his attention. Looking up at the last minute, he slammed on the breaks, but not in Time for her to get
Out of the way. They collided, and Skylar fell to the ground, hearing something crack. She almost passed out, but when the driver got out, she managed to get out the words; “he.. is hurt… in cupcake… shop.. help. “ and then she blacked out.
My condolences.. i hate busy days in most cases ))
Skylar was met with mostly darkness for a few floating, ephemeral moments, until casts and shades of light swallowed her into a solid, dreamland setting of a dusktime moor. Air smelling of petrichor filled her nose.
Peter was close to death. The girl was unconscious. Macha was sobbing uncontrollably and Ace would've died right there and then if he had a chance of reversing this. It was all his fault. He should've never came to this wretched city. But……Even if the past few days had been a nightmare, he had made friends. The first ones he'd made ever since that day. Zodiac poked her head through the door, covered in scars and blood. She moaned and her head dropped to the ground and she closed her eyes. But she wasn't dead. If Zodiac was dead, the link would've disappeared. "Macha, it's going to be okay." Ace whispered into her ear, but even he could tell he was lying. Ace put an arm around her shoulder and closed his eyes, hoping that no one would notice the tears streaming down his cheeks.
Macha wept in despair as Sky was driven away in an ambulance. The helicopters had moved East, and with them, a throng of people shouting insults and taking out R.A.C. officers, ready to fight. The sound of wings pumping sounded behind them and they turned to see a very much awake Amber astride a very certain Pegasus. "Rhea!", Macha cried, running forward to embrace the proud mare. "I thought you were with Ace! And Amber! How are you feeling." Her heart sank again as she explained the situation to the two, but her insides were burning, craving justice. With a fierce gaze, she turned to Ace. "You wanna help me fight?" He nodded passionately. She nodded determinedly. "But first, I haven't been completely honest with you."
And there were more secrets. "Wow, how could I have ever known." Ace said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
(I am sort of waiting for a little bit because Skylar is unconscious, so you guys can continue. I will be here until it's time for skylar to come back.)
Macha led Ace into a dark side street before turning to glare at him. "I have known you," she stated coldly, "for less than 24 hours." She fixed him with a penetrating look, her golden eyes suddenly like ice. "If you expect me to spill my secrets to a stranger as soon as I meet him, than you can do this alone." Macha, although only slightly taller, towered over him. "So drop the sarcasm." She turned and began walking Southeast. "I have a stash of weapons this way. Are you coming or not?", she said over her shoulder.
(Irish Dancer sure! maybe the R.A.C. could come for Sky and she has to escape?)
(oooh~ Can I insert my character now to help Skylar? Or are you waiting on someone else, @Irish_Dancer1102 ? If not, that's okay. I like reading. ^-^)
(I think that's a great idea, as long as Irish agrees! :D)
( oi… i gotta wait for peter xD ill have to be patient lol )
(#WaitingIntensifies)
(Lil, maybe Peter could have multiple dreams that tell us more about his past? I just don't want anyone to get bored ._. )
(@Mish lol)
Okay! You guys can chime in with ideas if you like )
Or offer to roleplay one of his family members if i give you guys a run down of their personalities? )
Peter didn't catch the blurred line beween his wake and sleep. He did, though, feel his body weighed with alamort and dread as his feet were placed bare on the gnarly wood floors of his Carribean home in St. Croix. The rot of illness plagued the air of his childhood home, the heavy air bearing the weak coughs of both his mother and young ginger sibling.
He had two brothers– Oliver and Jonas. Jonas was around six recently, missing his birthday in the heat of illness. Peter had tried to cheer him up with chocolate- at the cost and risk of stealing it from a tourist shop by the dock. Jonas was too groggy to be thankful. Peter understood.
Oliver was around eleven- pubescent and rebellious as ever. Black, messy hair, a big heart, whether his older brother admitted it or not. Those two would protect each other at the cost of their lives. It was Peter's fault, or at least he felt that way to himself, that he was not a bigger part of their lives since the responsibility of providing for them had fallen on his shoulders.
(ooooooooooh!!!!)
(@NERD/@Irish_Dancer1102 your turns :D)
How tall is Macha? Ace is like 6' 3"
(damn it, Macha is 6''2)
(I think that those are both great ideas. I think that @Mish should insert their character by helping me in some way. Whatever you guys think we should do, i’m all for it!
:) thanks!
(@NERD your turn)
"Yeah, I'm coming." Ace said. He wondered what Macha had in store today. Maybe she was actually an alien, or her Pegasus, Rhea, was a person. What Ace wanted to know was how she knew his name. He thought about whether or not Macha knew about his people. And how they all died. Perhaps she might even tell him a little bit about herself? But he really didn't care. Macha could kill him right now and he wouldn't even flinch. But then he thought about Peter. There were people that somewhat cared about him, even if only a little bit. Macha probably didn't care about Ace, but he certainly cared about her.