Vigilante Angel RP (CLOSED)

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//lmao

(@@sTRAYKEYS didn't even come though)

//disappointing
do they live in Australia?

That is an impressive amount of letters….

(sup, is @@sTRAYKEYS on?)

(I swear, they probably aren't)

(Am now….. Sorry… Ps. I live in Pensylvania. NOT AUSTRALIA! )
Isaiah shrugged and walked over to the panicked civilians. "How bad are you gonna make it hurt? I'll love the pain."

(Is Isaiah talking to Sam or Jackson)

(Sam)

(Alright cool)

(Who's turn is it?)

(Annnnnd I'm alone)

(Nah, I'm just going through Steven Universe theories)

(Like, Rose's moss?? Actually the fragments of Pink)

(WOAH!!)

(The reason Pink got Earth as a colony when Yellow, Blue, and White got more powerful planets?? Pink actually came from Earth)

(Is it ur turn or nah?)

(The reason that Yellow got so angry about Steven's lawyer accusing one of the diamonds helping to shatter Pink? Yellow actually did shatter Pink)

(I have no idea)

(Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… Ok)

//well then

(Am now….. Sorry… Ps. I live in Pensylvania. NOT AUSTRALIA! )
Isaiah shrugged and walked over to the panicked civilians. "How bad are you gonna make it hurt? I'll love the pain."

"Leave. Now," Sam said, smoke curling around their feet. (hey, maybe sam should change their name to smokescreen)

Isiah walked up to the open doorway to the restaurant and set it on fire.

Sam coughed, running to the doorway and sticking their hand in the fire. They yelled in pain at the burns, and a black smoke erupted from the angry wound and swarmed towards Isaiah.

"Shit! Get this damn smoke off me!" Isaiah stood frozen in fear.

(Is Cussing allowed?)

(GTG)

(Bye, and yep) Sam's burn started to disappear slightly, leaving only a faint red scar as it appeared on Isaiah's hand.

Isaiah turned his hand back an forth, he'd never had a scar or felt pain in a long time. "What kind of voodoo is this?" He shoved his hand in Sam's general direction. "I don't get hurt or scars."

//so should I move Ceri or