Evera breathed a laugh. "Alright. Alright. But you're not gonna want to get involved. Trust me." She took a deep breath and then started, "I'm a doctor. My coworker and friend started to act different. Late to everything, anxious, just…off. I drilled him on it but he wouldn't tell anything. So I followed him…and I think I uncovered something. Something big."
Superhero RP with a twist
"Huh. Can I have a hint?" Already, the familiar thrill was coming back.
"I don't know much. If I were in a TV show or something, i'd say a secret organization." Evera immediately laughed at that. "Sounds stupid out loud, but they're definitely criminals. I found a hideout, but they spotted me. They're elite. Like…ninjas."
"Oh jeez… that does seem like quite a situation." she pondered out loud. "Well, good thing we're here."
Evera opened her mouth to reply, but a gunshot interrupted her. She stifled a scream, throwing herself to the ground. Someone was shooting at them? Was it the criminals? Her eyes swiveled around for the gunman, but he must have been a sniper. The gun shots still rang out.
Alice's response was automatic. She placed herself in front of Evera and played with the light around them, rendering them both invisible to the gunmen. She fiddled with the front door and slammed it open. "Come on!" she shouted over the gunshots.
Eyes wide, Evera ducked into the house. She slammed the door behind them, her chest heaving. "Oh my God…" she gasped, "how did you do that?"
Gliding down to his house, Xavier unlocked his door and walked on in. The shinny white floor glittered as the sun’s rays hit the ground. Twisting the three-white gemstone on his ring, his large owl wings vanished. Not being human made is oddly easier in this world, his home world, Veicarro, the rules always pulled him down from his freedom. In that world, he was a grand duke and the emperor’s right-hand assassin. Now on earth, Xavier was plenty of jobs that brought in a ton of money. Xavier enjoyed being a doctor, teacher, dentist, scientist, men’s-wear modeling, and chief, and these were only a few of the jobs he was in.
Alice, breathing heavily, leaned against the wall and sank to the ground. "Umbrakinesis." she panted.
"You have abilities…too." Evera shivered, suddenly scared. What was she getting into?
(WHO'S YOUR FAVOURITE FIGHTING FRENCHMAN?)
Alice looked up, eyes wide. "What?" she breathed disbelievingly.
(LAFAYETTE!!)
Evera took Alice's arm, inspecting where a bullet had grazed her. Covering it with her hand, she focused, her eyes wincing as stinging shot through her arm. When she moved her hand, the wound was gone.
(NUMBER TEN PACES, FIRE!)
"Waaaoooooh." Alice breathed. "Nice."
"The point is," Evera continued, a little out of breath, "I think the criminal organization tracks people with abilities."
"Oh. Well. Shoot." Alice frowned. "Ok. We'll have to be careful then."
"Right," Evera said shakily. She looked around the safe house, taking in her surroundings. "So, do I get a tour?"
"Yeah, of course," she laughed. She shakily got to her feet, leaning heavily on the wall. "Follow me to the mansion."
Evera trailed behind Alice, admiring the house. It was large, spacious, and elegant. Dark mahogony and burgundy curtains. Ornate and cold. She looked around. "Is there anyone else here?"
"Just me." Alice answered, a heavy edge of bitterness to her voice. "This is the living room." The room was spacious, the furniture regal and shiny. There was a piano, two floor to ceiling bookshelves and a marble fireplace.
Evera noticed the strain in her voice but decided not to question it. She ran her fingers over the ivory keys with a wistful smile. "Do you play?" She asked.
"Yeah. I play." Alice smiled gently. She went over to the piano and sat. She took a deep breath and set her hand down on the keys. She started playing; the smooth melody bled from her fingers as they glided across the piano, filling the room with terrible hope and sweet heartbreak. So many memories came with these notes, and before she knew it tears accompanied the music, dripping onto the keys in time to the metronome.
Evera approached her carefully, laying a motherly hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I can only heal physical pain." She sat next to her, moving her hands. Using one finger, she found the melody for a ragtime. The room was filled with the cheery beat of the simple song.
Alice let the music gradually fade away. She put her hands in her lap and roughly wiped away her tears. "It's ok. Let's keep walking around, this is only downstairs."
"Okay," she said with a smile, following her out of the room.
Alice marched upstairs, skipping the second floor and going straight to the third. "Up here, there's a library, a storage room, a bathroom, an extra bedroom, and an art studio." She pointed to a trap in the ceiling. "And there you have the classic haunted attic." She waved to the hallway, nodding her head to a beat and smiling hesitantly.
(goodnight ppl)
(Night!)
"It's lovely," Evera said with a warm grin. "Very posh. How do you afford it?"
Alice's smile slipped and she shrugged unevenly. "I'm not sure, but I never had any problems with it so I assume that my dad is paying for them."
"Oh." Evera glanced out the window, her eyes narrowed. "The rain's letting up. You think I'm still being followed?"
Alice shrugged. "Only one way to find out." She went back downstairs and looked out the front window. A figure in black stood by the sidewalk, leaning against a lamp post. She turned around.
"Yes, you are."