A Modern Day Fantasy Rp [6/10]

"Not in this world," Dirtyhands muses. "But you can say we are criminals . . . of the sort . . ."

The Wraith finally loosens and lets go on her grip on the violinist who simply gets up, backs off a little, and massages the places of where the Wraith gripped her on. She's staring at her now kinda destroyed violin on the ground as well as her completely crushed bow. What now?

There are a couple things . . .

The Flowerpot
The actual table you were leaning on (it's not that big)
A painting on the wall
Some shoes on the ground

The girl seems to calm down a little bit breathing in and out. The flaring enigma around her dims a little. "...And what exactly do you want to talk about, hm...?" she says.

 

@Nikolai Mael

 

"Criminals huh? Well I guess I should report you to the authorities. I got a few names now, but that should be enough."

He let the little flames hover around the allyway, shining some light.

 

I let my shoulders rest a bit. "Weeeell, I don't know. Life's a bit boring, you know a bit of magic, that usually makes for a good talk."
I attempt to give a good smile. "Need help with anything?"

 

Dirtyhands only lets a loose snicker out. "You won't find our files in the government. They'll think you're just making up non-existent people."

"...The. Door." she says firmly. "Fix. My. Door."

 

"Eeeh, I'm no carpenter. I would probably just mess it up even more." I wave my hand at the idea.

 

I CHALLENGE THIS NOTION!!!!

Do I know they exist? >.>
Do I have any info on them? xD
Cause, you know, TS in a magic organization means we got to keep track of those with magic power. >.<
(If they don't use magic [like Han's group] I think they avoid TS though)

 

"Not if I bring one of you with me, don't you think?"

The flames start to shine brighter.

 

Broken notifications are best notifications. Now then...

Niko: “Oh boy, where to begin... About the zombie ritual thing, that entire thing was unnecessary, and was done simply to both get a reaction from the newcomers and for my own... self-amusement. As for the reason I’m still alive, let’s say that I’m, for the lack of a better term, immortal.”

Probably should tag people relate there, just in case their notifications broke like mine.
@MistaTigger
@BlueSlimerino
@Tsuyu-chan

 

I nod lightly.
"Flawed though."

 

"Then get out," she glares.

Nina abruptly clenches her fists. Suddenly, you feel exhausted and about to faint as your pulse rate starts to lower down. The flame you cast dims from your sudden loss of energy.

"Maybe you should consider your next actions very carefully," Dirtyhands taps his cane. What now?

 

"And how do I know you're not attacking me from behind?" I put my hand in the air to emphasize my question.

 

"Hey, what did you do kid?"

He tries to take a few steps back out of the allyway. He tries to get a view of the burning car (If still on fire).

 

The girl rolls her eyes. "Does it look like I gain anything from attacking you as you're leaving my house?"

You stumble back catching yourself on a nearby parked car. All the cars in the collision are still burning, but surprisingly, nothing has exploded yet.

"Don't mess with people when you don't know their abilities," Dirtyhands sighs. "You made it pretty clear what your abilities were when you cast that fire. Maybe you shouldn't be so arrogant next time."

 

I look slowly at some things; my hands, my spear, the door, the knob on the floor, then back at her.
''Yes?"

 

"What can I say, I like to gamble."

With the bit of energy he has, he tries to channel the flames coming from the cars towards the 'entrance' of the allyway.

 

The girl then realizes what you're refferencing at. "...Oh did you really think I thought of those things? I don't care about your spear and you obviously don't care about my door so I'll just fix it myself! Now leave!"

It seems that Dirtyhands anticipated the move. He simply says, "Nina," before you even attempt to channel the flames and you feel unable to move... Infact, you feel asleep at the moment, yet something is keeping you from entering the world of unconsciousness.

"Please do not try such idiotic and obvious actions next time," Dirtyhands walks over to you.

What now?

 

I put my finger to my lips. "Shhh, no need to shout."
I'll leave and then head for my building.

 

As you exit the house, the girl closes the door taking the now broken knob with her inside.

"Alright chum!" a voice yells taking you out of your thoughts. You look up to see the local gang surrounding you, all with mad expressions on their faces. Looks like they're out of their bonds.

"Maybe you should've freed us and ran off while you still had the chance you little shit," one of them says.

"Return me my gun," another one of them says putting out their hand.

What now?

 

"I'm afraid I am to much of a little shit to do that friend." I wave him off.