Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Peter coped, he hoped, well, with the responsibility of raising his siblings. He felt lost, though, like trying to read a map in Mandarin. What he needed was a translator- though, instead of literally for Mandarin, he needed somebody who could understand his personality. Really grasp and be fluent in the kind of young man he was and wanted to be.

And that is how he fell in deep, deep love with A dirty-blonde dutch girl named Danielle. She was the daughter of a hotel resort managing mother and foreign affairs father, living in a life of riches, but also loneliness, like Peter. And it wasn't the money of course that he fell for, but the tender demeanor she always spoke to him with; the broken line where her lips met always reminded him of a baby's soft, expressive lips. Her hands were like stream smoothed stones.

Amusingly enough, he had met her for the first time in the middle of a pie-heist— the girl had baked a pie, and of course, just like in a cliché cartoon, the pastry was set out onto the windowsill to dry with the curls of salty Caribbean wind. Peter was confident in his deftness, and when he judged the time right, snatched the desert right off the sill. What he hadn't expected was to feel so guilty about such a.. routine task that kept his family alive.

So he put the pie back. And she saw him.
And she took mercy on the thief.

(Wait, is Skylar in the hospital or still blacked out on the ground?)

(hospital)

(ahhhh backstories yayyyyyyy)

Macha ducked into a back-alley to avoid being seen, Ace following behind her. She hopped nimbly over a fallen garbage can and kept going until she hit a dead end, just a sold brick wall embedded into the ground. Crouching down, she spread her fingers wide, placing each one carefully into a shallow indent near the ground. When she pulled her hand back, the brick came loose with a low grating sound, still stuck to the tips of her fingers. Macha set it down and it came unstuck, the indents glowing eerily gold in the murky darkness before fading away. Immediately, three perfectly straight cracks spread up to touch each other, one horizontal and two vertical, forming the shape of a narrow door, which swung open silently. Macha could feel her own cracks pulsing painfully as she stepped into a low-ceilinged, cramped room with a shabby interior. She heard Ace let out a small gasp behind her as the contents of the room were revealed in a thin shaft of ethereal moonlight.

Countless weapons lay in organized piles, some shiny and polished, others tarnished and faded. Golden blades winked invitingly in the light, and rusting helmets of bronze lay neatly stacked in one corner, hollow eye sockets glowering darkly at them as Macha rummaged through a pile of mixed guns and pistols. She eventually selected an assault rifle and offered it to Ace. "Here. You'll need something to defend yourself with in the fight."

(Actually, can I drop out of the roleplay? [I know I never joined but still…] I'm going to be kinda busy over the weekend and it wouldn't really be fair for any of you to wait on me. ^~^; I'll still be back every now and then to read it, though!)

(Your choice! Thanks for considering everyone else :)

Macha offered him a rifle. "Thanks, but no thanks, Macha. I have a weapon of my own." Ace pulled out his knife.

Hey guys, I won't be here until Saturday, so instead of Ace being "The Silent One" do with him as you please! Make him say stuff and do stuff! It's your job now. MWUAHAHAHA!

(* laughs evilly *)
(come back soon :) )

Ah shite my reply didnt post… ugggghhhh ))
Lemme just type that again -_- ))

Aye, wassup… Is it alright if I join…

Also, I'm ah, kinda massively late… So can one of you maybe fill me in please… Thank you very much.

Its a bit much to summarize on my own rn, so my advice is just go back and skim for important parts )

Macha nodded and set the gun down, long white hair sweeping down in front of her face as she bent over to swap her battered pistol for a shiny new revolver. She looked at Amber. "You should probably have a back-up weapon, though.", she replied, pulling what looked to be a short golden arrow with a bone-white tip out of he pouch hanging from her waist. She raised it into the air, and the farther up she lifted it, the longer it grew downwards, until she was holding a tall golden spear. The spear seamed to glow threateningly in the musty gloom, and its infinitely sharp tip glinted menacingly. "This is Rimeriden, the spear from my homeland." The spear gleamed brighter, as if recognizing its name. Then, Macha pressed a bead on the harlequin bracelet second-closest to her elbow, and several grating sounds, like stone against stone, sounded from outside. A few moments later, seven gargoyles zipped straight through the brick and landed in front of Macha, each perched on a pile of weapons. After speaking to them in a hushed voice, she looked up at Ace, Amber, and Rhea. "These 7 are the leaders of all 105 gargoyles following me. Their job in this fight is to create diversions." The gargoyles shot back into the night.

Ace spoke up. "You said earlier that the bracelet was the one thing connecting you to those spies." Macha nodded. "It was made for me by a friend. We had been best friends, and had been the subjects of multiple attempted murders by the R.A.C., although we didn't know that yet. To guard us and our families, my friend Fae made 105 gargoyles out of clay with her own two hands, and gave me his bracelet so that I could communicate with them. Her power was bringing clay figures to life…" Macha trailed off sadly as the image of Fae's countless clay dragons flared to life in her head. "I saw her be tortured to death by them, I heard her screams as they sawed her wings off. I couldn't save her in time." Tears began to roll down her cheeks again. "After I found out who had killed her, I began using the gargoyles to spy on the R.A.C., to learn the names on their hit list and get whoever was on heir out of this miserable city. It's the only reason I stayed." Macha pushed the hair out of her face and continued. "It was stupid of me to go back for this like that. It's my fault that Peter and Sky are in the hospital." She looked up at the pair's faces. "But I couldn't let five years of work go to waste." Macha began loading a big bag with weaponry. "You might be wondering about how my hideout is invisible to the outside world." She paused and looked at Rhea. "That was Rhea's brother.", she continued softly. Ace looked on in wonder at the sight of the majestic pegasus bowing her head to cry. "He was an illusionist.", she whispered, fingering the third bracelet from her elbow, a shifting green design.

"But— But then Rhea is…", Ace stuttered. Macha looked him dead in the eye. "Have you ever heard of a shapeshifter who couldn't turn back?" Rhea nickered gently and came to stand by Macha. "That was the R.A.C.'s doing as well, after they killed Jason." Macha wrapped her arms tightly around her friend. "I have a bag of weapons and shields for whoever's fighting out there. Chose yours, and let's go help.", she smiled wickedly. Finally, her mind whispered. She wasn't going down without a fight.

Peter, on the other hand, woke up in the hospital. His eyes fought against their own weight, seeming calm at first. Ir wasn't until he felt the wires- the IV- in his wrists and the blinding light that he tensed his arms and wings in a blind panic, calling out deliriously for help.

(So sorry that I haven’t been on! I’ve been so busy with things, I completely forgot! We’lol just say that Skylar is in the hospital in a coma. I’ll get to backstories and dreams later. Does that sound ok?)

Oke! )

(sure!)

(who wants to go?)

Hey I would like to join in if that's alright with you.

I could be one of the people who Macha finds to fight.

(sure! eveybody's welcome!)
(great idea! just introduce your character and add on to the story)

Ok. Her name is Dani and she is 16. She has long brown hair that almost brushes the ground and she always wears it in a dutch braid. She has eagle like wings that are dark purple, and she can hide them by retracting them. She also is a telepath(She can read people's minds) and she has water powers. She is wearing jeans and a dark purple hoodie and knee-length brown lace-up boots. I am a new writer and this is my first ACTUAL role-play, so soory if it is weird or doesn't make sense.

(your character is just fine! don't worry, we've all been at that stage)
(welcome to notebook.ai :D)

Dani walked silently down the street. She wondered if she would find the girl named Rhea. Or Macha. She checked her phone and saw a text from her grandma. It said, "Your time is running out dear. If you don't find them soon we will be in big trouble." Boy was that an understatement. If she didn't warn them soon about the bigger threat, the whole world could be destroyed by the end of the week! An officer with a crimson badge walked up to her. Don't shoot don't shoot DON'T SHOOT! She repeated over and over again in her head. He put his gun down. She searched his memories quickly. Go home to your family. Leave R.A.C. and be with your family. She hoped that her psychic order had gotten through to him. He looked at Dani in horror. "Why did I just try to shoot you?" Dani smiled to herself. "I think you should go home. It's getting dark and your family is probably waiting for you." He nodded."Thank you."
"You're welcome." As he left Dani looked around. Maybe Director Axyl was wrong. Maybe this was just a bluff. But as she surveyed the damage on the streets, she chided herself for being so selfish. She sat down on the street to wait for Macha to return to the street, like Dani suspected she would. If she didn't, Dani would use her telepathy to track her down. For now, she would be patient.

(omg plot twist)

(just make sue you've read everything :3)

I have. It took me almost an hour!!

This is the type of book that I would read.It is really fun to be a part of it

(glad to know you're enjoying this! this has been a really fun experience for me too, and it's helped develop my character a lot!)