The Crazy Bar RP. (CLOSED)

(Right?)

(livio allready took care of it somewhat…//

(I think I read it OK. Zackary went to cut some guy off and hegot punched, right? Tobias is asking if he can handle it himself.)

(Yes. But I think Tobias' reaction is… a little uhhh… stale but that's my opinion)

(He's a guy who believes in letting people handle things themselves if they're up for it. He thinks Zackary is good enough to handle the guy.)

once agian livio mostly took care of it//

(Alright.)

Zackary jolted his head out of his hands. "Where'd… where'd he go?" He swung around to face Tobias. "What'd you do???"

once agian livio mostly took care of it//

(We understand that, thank youuu…)

(I know. But there's still the problem of safely getting the guy out of the bar, so that he isn't a danger to himself or others.)

eh true livio doesnt really care about that hes a good enough guy but not that good..//

"I haven't done anything yet!" Tobias shouted, snapping his fingers as ropes flew from the spaces between the hardwood to keep the incapacitated man from moving. He materialized a handkerchief.
"Mop yourself up." He replied.

Zackary snatched the handkerchief from Tobias, radiating hatred. He angrily wiped the blood from under his nose and felt the crook in his nose too.
"Goddammit, that piece of asshat broke my nose!"

"they ruined my fun" he mutters when Tobias roped the blind man down

ill be gone for a bit, ta ta//

"Relax." Tobias replied, casting a pure, white healing light upon Zackary. "Stand still and don't get anymore fucked up than you already are."

Zackary jolted away from Tobias, glaring at him. "I don't think I want to trust that weird light of yours."

"Then stay that way!" Tobias shouted again, sending the drunk man from earlier right into a holding cell at the police station.

Zackary put the handkerchief to his nose and blew. Stupid customers, fucking up my face.

"If you don't want to look like Quasimodo I recommend you let me heal you." He suggested, gently now.

Zackary glared up at him, blood dribbling over his pale lips. "No thanks, asshat."

"Have it your way then, jackass." Tobias called. He went to the bathroom and generated a tub, next filling it with hot water from the sink. He made two extra handkerchiefs. Next he hauled it all back out.
"At least use these." He offered.

Zackary scowled at Tobias. "Why do you give a damn what happens to me?"

"Because you're one of those adorable clueless types." Tobias said. "And because I promised Frank I'd help out with the bar a little."

"Yeah, clueless?" His voice was high and hysterical, Zackary also sounded close to tears. "How'd you like it if you got punted by someone in this damn bar, as everyone laughs at you?!"

"I don't see anyone laughing." Tobias replied. "And anyway, if you wanted me to heal you, I offered earlier." Tobias said.

"I don't want you to heal me! And apparently, you're just deaf or something, because the girls you're sitting next to were!" He shot them a dirty, tear-filled look.

"I'll take care of them." He said, looking at them, erasing their short-term memories as he stopped time around himself and Zack. A dull roar of pain flared up within him. He was overusing his powers

Zackary straightened up. That time pause was from him?
"Why did you do that?" Zackary's voice was softer.

"To spare you whatever pride you have left." Tobias replied.

"No…" His voice was in a whisper. "You're that magic user that's been messing with my senses."

"No I'm not you jackass." Tobias replied. "Why would you think that?"