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1x1 with candough (therealkendo)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → 1x1 with candough (therealkendo)Cass lightly kicked a rock, staring at it for a second. It levitated a few inches off the ground and then fell.
"Welp. Come on." Mobius trudged towards the movie theater doors. A few street lights turned on, illuminating the road. A few cars were parked nearby, along with a few houses up and down the streets. Further away, a restaurant sat; bustling and busy, it seemed the only place with actual people around.
So this isn't a spirit town. Cass thought to herself, following Mobius.
The theater was just as broken on the inside as it was on the outside. It was very dark inside as well, the only illumination coming from some flickering lights on the walls. Papers were scattered across the floor, as well as old, rotting popcorn and glass.
Occasionally the projector above flickered, showing random scenes from 1990s movies like Edward Scissorhands, The Truman Show, etc. Random bits of audio could also be heard, bits of names and words.
The theater seemed to be empty so far; no variant sitting down, no variant fluttering in the shadows.
Cass kicked aside a part of a chair, stumbling through. She glowed in the dark like a glow stick or a light bulb, lighting up a small radius around her.
"Even now, the memory of the godkiller haunts me."
He muttered under his breath.
Brooke skipped leisurely, peering at everything in the theatre with curiosity.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
She tossed the paper aside and started walking down the stairs to the lower seats of the theater, her light still pretty bright.
Cass mumbled a spell. One moment she was there, the next she was standing up in the projector room, looking around.
"Hm..."
Just the projector was on the ground, broken.
They tried to reach for the broken prohjector, but their hands just went through it. Brooke blinked a few times, shaking their arms. They returned to a solid state.
They picked up te smashed projector, rapping their knuckles against it.
"...My professional analysis? It's broken."
They immediatly tosed the projector over their shoulder.
Azrael sighed, from his place in the theater below. He just took a seat in a chair, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Nobody was there.
A mouse ran by, though, squeaking and nearly made Cass jump, sighing.
"He's no fun." Cass grumbled. Her staff is gone now. Where did it go? Don't know.
The mouse which was in a post a while ago seemed to just linger in the corner. It didn't know where to go. Am I writing filler or something actually significant? Who knows I gotta go cook
Brooke spoke as if this was obvious.
"This is like, basic of basics, little girl."
Azrael was just chilling munching on a pretzel he'd found somewhere. He was tired.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"Both of you," Mobius called up to the two, sitting down next to Azreal. "No time for chatting. We might miss the Variant."
"He's no fun." Cass huffed, teleporting back down. As soon as she did, whispers could be heard echoing through the theater. How convenient. It's like the writer realized he was procrastinating too long-