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Graduation Day RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Graduation Day RPLet me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
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Ambrose looks in the sewing kit and hands Astrophel a bandage, before continuing. "Don't worry, this is the sewing kit of Mona. Given how soft her heart is, I expect at least a portion of a first aid kit in here. So, Astrophel, you seem like an interesting character. Enigmatic smoke, unknown backstory... anything you'd like to share?" Despite the choice of words, his tone made it sound like genuine curiosity instead of an interrogation.
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
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You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
Should he just surrender..?
Would that make the other bored of him?
A stubborn part of him didn't want to give in. But he also knew that rationally that the game would end very soon as long as he listened to them.
But..
Ayran gripped her wrist with a iron grip steadying his nerves. He opened his eyes and stared straight at Trixie as if he knew exactly where she was.
His eyes were cold, and the resolve was firm, the corner of his lips quirked up into a mocking smile. His voice rang throughout the room steadily without any ups or down as he reminded her.
"15 minutes left Lady Trixie."
Immediately, Ayran let go of her wrist with a repulsed look on his face. If he even had the slightest doubt of her being insane.
It sure was gone now.
Ayran spluttered for a moment loosing his cool.
"Why would you- No."
He brushed his hair back with his hand.
"Seriously, what is wrong with you??"
She giggled, index finger on her lips, gaze on him firmly. She stared down at her wrist for a moment, breaking her gaze away from him. Then, she looked back up at him, leaning in.
“Do you know how my power works? I can transform myself however I want, but it’s easier if I have someone to base my form off of. The longer i stay in the form of someone else, the more their personality overlaps with mine and leaves a permanent impact on my psyche. I think this is my fault, but I don’t care enough to find out.”
She smiled up at him, as sunnily, innocently as she could.
“Wanna try a little harder? I don’t mind. Maybe around my neck?”
She took Ayran’s hands, leading them up, thumbs against her windpipe. Her smile didn't even falter for a moment, as she slowly started to press his thumbs into her throat.
“Press. Just a little. Please? It’ll be fun. I know you want to."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
...He didn't know what to do.
He tried to take a step back, but there wasn't any space to. He wanted his hands to be away from her, but wasn't strong enough to do so.
If anything, he didn't want to be in any close proximity to her at all.
But he has no power to do so.
At that moment, rapid thumping of life beneath his fingertips felt particularly enticing. It was something so small and brittle, as if he could just.. crush it and stop it forever.
Ayran bit his lips, his expression cracking apart. Everything was going according to her plan, and he hated it.
"I hate this.. I don't want this... please stop this.. this has to be stopped...This will be stopped."
The more Ayran murmured under his breath, the more reverent his speech became and the more confident he became in what he said will come true.
Ayran's molten gold eyes that were previously described to be growling, was actually glowling
A tremor past through the air.
All of the sudden, the space quieted down.
She said, breaking the silence.
Trixie pouted slightly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Tsk. Just choke me, Ayran. Do it. Let me feel something. The pain. I want it. Why won't you do it? Don't you hate me?"
She sighed.
"I just want you to break me apart. Just like I'm breaking you. Retaliate, damn it. You're so hot when you're mad. Do you not hate me enough? Is that it? I could make you hate me more. But I want you to like me. Why don't you want to? Why?"
She reached out suddenly, grinning.
"Oh, I have an idea."
Her hands rested on his shoulders.
And then she leaned in to kiss him on the lips, just one time, before pulling away.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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Bolting there eye over upon sensing a grave danger coming up on a certain someone that they wanted to kill themselves and no one else, as Sydney ran as fast as she could down the stairs and waste no time to find a particular door, suddenly breaking the door down without much effort with the back of her legs as Sidney sat there for a moment looking at Ayran and Trixie. Though she ran off shortly towards a different direction upon breaking the door, she knew she would be getting a lot of questions from Ayran if he saw that she was the one who saved him from this situation, which she definitely didn't want to deal trying to explain her reason for such a thing.
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"Weird,you say?" he asked almost sarcastically. He grabbed his glass that contained some sort of fizzy drink and held it above his other hand's index finger,which he had raised. Still maintaining eye contact with Eris,he caused a small flame to ignite on his finger and watched as the sparkling substances went wild. Unknowing if his flame was below the standards of a smoke detector and sprinkler,he quickly snuffed it out and took a sip.
"Take a look 'round you. Everyone's weird and unnatural. And that's okay! As long as you don't bring about the end of the world,of course." he added. He hoped that even if his little show didn't convey his message,at least some of his words would.
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Bliss sidestepped the door she was initially guarding so the impact of it wouldn't come onto her. She heard Sydney coming a mile away, that stupid horse couldn't be any quieter with her galloping if she tried. She had her claws at the ready, bones rattling inside her body. Though, she left again, how strange. Was she trying to look heroic? Because she was failing miserably at it. "Come now, Ayran. The more you do what she asks, the faster this dreadful fifteen minutes will go."
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Ambrose smirks and shakes his head, instead showing Scarlett the string, it was different than normal, almost like a spider's web. "Have you worked with satae before, it's the thing that allows spiders to crawl over walls and such. I thought I could use that to make the dress stick, if given moth fur, why not expand by using naturals only? A stage of distant pasts deserves clothes of that era, after all." He laughs, looking up. That sentence, somehow it made him think of his family... time's a funny thing.
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
This time, Eris allowed her blush to show. She had forgotten where she was. Trauma does that sometimes. She did flinch a little at the little fire Leonidas created, but she didn't move away from it. She couldn't help a chuckle though. "You have a point. As long as you're alright with it..." She was momentarily surprised with her straightforward answer. She cared about Leonidas' opinion of her? That was new...