«We Could Be Legends»

[Thing2]

(Actually pretty sure thats who it is. Though he's not supposed to be immortal he's just stinking old 70's ish.)

(Cool.)

 

[Rose Quartz]

(Alrighty i may be back and able to rp it'll just have to be in the evenings mostly for me. I expect many phone calls during the day...)

 

[RiverStorm]

We know they're dangerous, they Kidnapped our friends! Jessi thought. "What do you know of the cat-lady?" She asked the man.

Tom shrugged again, as if it was his favorite action. "Not much. She's a member of the Pure, all she wants is a key, she'll kill anyone in her way. But anyway, you probably already knew that."

Alice thrummed her fingers against the counter, watching the shopkeeper through guardedly slit eyes.
Unlike the others, she had no problem with announcing her distrust through her body language while simultaneously evaluating his. She hadn't detected too many actions key in betraying a lie, but that didn't mean she neglected to find him suspicious.
For one, just what he'd rambled to them so far was setting off a few bells in her head. He knows Aunt River and that Maple character?

He's heard of them? Who is he? Brisa wondered, turning her gaze back to the man-Thomas. As much as she feared Wolfram, she had felt the fear, sadness, and confused anger emanating from him and had seen the lost look in his eyes, and she wanted to help him. Which meant that she had to learn more about Mapleshade. Which was mortifying enough before she had started to learn more about her. And how the heck would he know about Aunt River?
(Just wondering, but is Brisa's thermal heat and X-ray vision gonna help, or should she deactivate it? It gives her headaches if she uses it for too long.)

(She should deactivate it.)
Just as he stopped speaking, Tom flicked his eyes over the other teenagers, pausing over the short haired brunette and the red-head. The sort of looked like sisters, they had the same eyes and distrustful looks. They had different face shapes and hair though, but one could have taken over one ancestor and the other another. He glanced at the girl standing by the emo looking boy, his eyes pausing on her for a second, before turning to the other girl, then back to the wyvern-girl.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Wolfram stared in horror at the bloodied hand print on the white wall, blood dripped on the bamboo floor. He rounded the corner quietly and quickly. More blood, more items missing."Mom?!"He shrill yelp echoed in the now empty apartment. He quickly ran down the hallway, turning into the living room. He skidded to a dead halt, staring in absolute terror. On the off-white rug, curled in a limp heap was his mother, her dirty blonde hair half covering her face, blood staining the carpet. He couldn't move, ever muscle stiff and cold with horror."M-mom?"He croked softly. Items where missing, a china plate shattered in a corner, the TV screen smashed and broken. He slowly walked towards his mothers limp body, his legs giving way underneath him. His sobs filled the empty room, his hand on his mothers arm."No..."He whispered."Mom no, no. No! You can't be dead, please, please no."His helpless desprete sob lay heavy in the silent air."Oh...Wolfram."He stiffened, turning to face who had spoken. Mapleshade's calico tail was curled in worry, her ears flattened to her head. Yet, her grief almost seemed....fake."She's dead."His voice cracked when he spoke."It seems like a robber came and killed her...Im so sorry, Wolfram."Suddenly, a desperate, enraged shriek ripped through the utter silence."NO!"

 

[Amer]

Indigo ushered the people into the car and got into the driver's seat.

 

[Thing2]

Tom shrugged again, as if it was his favorite action. "Not much. She's a member of the Pure, all she wants is a key, she'll kill anyone in her way. But anyway, you probably already knew that."


(She should deactivate it.)
Just as he stopped speaking, Tom flicked his eyes over the other teenagers, pausing over the short haired brunette and the red-head. The sort of looked like sisters, they had the same eyes and distrustful looks. They had different face shapes and hair though, but one could have taken over one ancestor and the other another. He glanced at the girl standing by the emo looking boy, his eyes pausing on her for a second, before turning to the other girl, then back to the wyvern-girl.

Blinking away her special vision, Brisa watched Thomas' eyes flit over the group. "What do you know about the key?" She quietly asked him.

 

[RiverStorm]

Without another glance at Fritz, Bleddyn silently slunk after Indigo. She pressed against the tunnel wall to maneuver around Indigo, crowning herself the head of the group. She took the stairs recklessly and ended up teetering on her feet once she'd made it out into the blinding light of day. Well, I could've prepared my eyes better.

Fritz, after a long moment of resentful brooding at both himself and her, followed meekly.

Wolfram stared in horror at the bloodied hand print on the white wall, blood dripped on the bamboo floor. He rounded the corner quietly and quickly. More blood, more items missing."Mom?!"He shrill yelp echoed in the now empty apartment. He quickly ran down the hallway, turning into the living room. He skidded to a dead halt, staring in absolute terror. On the off-white rug, curled in a limp heap was his mother, her dirty blonde hair half covering her face, blood staining the carpet. He couldn't move, ever muscle stiff and cold with horror."M-mom?"He croked softly. Items where missing, a china plate shattered in a corner, the TV screen smashed and broken. He slowly walked towards his mothers limp body, his legs giving way underneath him. His sobs filled the empty room, his hand on his mothers arm."No..."He whispered."Mom no, no. No! You can't be dead, please, please no."His helpless desprete sob lay heavy in the silent air."Oh...Wolfram."He stiffened, turning to face who had spoken. Mapleshade's calico tail was curled in worry, her ears flattened to her head. Yet, her grief almost seemed....fake."She's dead."His voice cracked when he spoke."It seems like a robber came and killed her...Im so sorry, Wolfram."Suddenly, a desperate, enraged shriek ripped through the utter silence."NO!"

Indigo ushered the people into the car and got into the driver's seat.

Lachlan paced forward, sliding through the dark tunnel without tripping-- thankfully.
As he exited it, he blinked his eyes rapidly as sunlight shone down in him, sending his headache throbbing.
He got into the back passenger seat, still holding Wolfram's limp cat body as he glanced around between Indigo, Toby, and River.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Tom shrugged again, as if it was his favorite action. "Not much. She's a member of the Pure, all she wants is a key, she'll kill anyone in her way. But anyway, you probably already knew that."


(She should deactivate it.)
Just as he stopped speaking, Tom flicked his eyes over the other teenagers, pausing over the short haired brunette and the red-head. The sort of looked like sisters, they had the same eyes and distrustful looks. They had different face shapes and hair though, but one could have taken over one ancestor and the other another. He glanced at the girl standing by the emo looking boy, his eyes pausing on her for a second, before turning to the other girl, then back to the wyvern-girl.

Blinking away her special vision, Brisa watched Thomas' eyes flit over the group. "What do you know about the key?" She quietly asked him.

Jessi glanced at Brisa. The man didn't seem very talkative, and asking him questions didn't seem like it was going anywhere. Hm… maybe I could bribe him. I think I've got twenty dollars. Maybe that would get him to tell us all he knows about the Pure, Mapleshade, and the key.

 

[RiverStorm]

Blinking away her special vision, Brisa watched Thomas' eyes flit over the group. "What do you know about the key?" She quietly asked him.

Jessi glanced at Brisa. The man didn't seem very talkative, and asking him questions didn't seem like it was going anywhere. Hm… maybe I could bribe him. I think I've got twenty dollars. Maybe that would get him to tell us all he knows about the Pure, Mapleshade, and the key.

"'The key'? You could be talkin' about any key, kid. Gotta be more specific." Tom said, flicking his eyes between Jessi and Brisa.

"Look," Camilla said, stalking forward and slamming the paper from the files with a code on it that she had nabbed from her sister down in front of him. "This has to be something."

Tom peered down at it, pausing for a moment. He shrugged, looking back up at the red head. "Someone probably just copied this down. This stuff, this code-- It doesn't mean anything."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Mapleshade blinked open her one good eye, looking up at Michael. The darkness of the tunnel made it hard to see,but she could make out his glowing green eyes."How much farther?"Blood trickled down her cheek as she spoke softly.
He glanced at her, giving her a gentle, reassuring smile."Not much. Just hang on a little bit longer, alright?"He murmured gently. He rounded the corner, coming into a hallway, his pupils slitting at the sudden light. She nodded, burying her head deeper into the crook of his elbow. That plan failed miserably. At least...at least we got the key. I should've killed Wolfram when I had the chance, maybe I wouldn't have to see him sulk like that. I didn't want to kill Silver...Forgive me. Please.