A Modern Day Fantasy Rp [6/10]

“Don’t want to hear it.” She sighs, attempting to get to her feet.

 

A golden aura surrounds you numbing the pain and healing you before fading away once you’re completely healed.

The bluejay lands on the floor and disappears before Jay appears out of nowhere where the bluejay was last on the ground.

“Well I want to hear something. Explain.”

 

"Woah! Sorry for asking for what you identified as."
"Just. 2018 you know."

Ah cool. I would like to reach

into my wallet, yes, and ac-

...
well darn.
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"Contrary to what you think Ignis allows one to control fire better, not shoot flaming arrows."
Do I know if I can shoot the flaming arrows?

 

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

Fire catches onto your clothes.

“It does both.”

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Well like, yeah... you can shoot flaming areows from the bow. It’s automatic.

 

“Explain what? Yes, I’m in NIBIRU. Yes, angels love ruining lives just for kicks. Who would have thought. Oh, me. Which is just maybe why I’m in the Order I’m in. Maybe your crazy, winged, edgelord axe murders aren’t all good. Whoa, what a shocker. Because if they were, I doubt that would have happened.” She gestured at her old house. “You cannot claim the moral high ground when your side consistently torments me. Which is why I. Do. Not. Want. To. Hear. It.”

 

“Some angels like ruining lives. There is always a flaw in a person, you can’t change that. What I don’t understand is why you would join the side of a criminal, a guy who kills hundreds to try and get what he wants. He destroyed the f...ing Statue of Liberty just yesterday for f...’s sake. Why would you join his side, huh?”

 

Ik. I hope he didn't

How big and hot are the flames? And which part of my clothes?

 

Your average orange flames.

And all pieces of clothing save the underwear and socks.

 

“You have two fucking angels backing you up and neither of them see fit to intervene. Hundreds of people died, yes. Maybe thousands. Entire families. I’m not saying they- we- didn’t cause that. I won’t. But I refuse take shit from a side that possesses all the power and does absolutely nothing. Your entire order was an absolute mess at the Empire State Building. How can SIRIUS help people if they can’t even help themselves, bluejay?”

 

“And which angels exactly are you referring to? Because I can definitely tell you Aquila and Noctua would’ve intervened if they were there at the Empire State Building. And they definitely did their best to help out in the several fights against Quantum over the past three years of his return.”

A single blue feather is summoned in the palm of his right hand and he examines it.

“And about SIRIUS... Have you ever thought about how they were missing that whole time from the scene of the Empire State Building because of that supposedly dead Serial Killer? You almost got killed by him yourself. How many people do you think he killed today from Order SIRIUS. You can’t blame us when we got suprised attacked by a dead man who is insanely powerful. Power is nothing when you can’t use it. You can’t simply switch sides because something bad happened to you. You need to have faith. But I see you have none.”

 

Well I'm on fire already.
And there'a a wall of fire blocking my escape.
Hmm.
Drop and roll towards the flames.
"The hell?!"
"What happened to peaceful talking?!"
Does my gun seem capable of shooting?
Is the shard still in my right hand?

 

“No, I’m afraid I lost my faith when my entire fucking family died and left me absolutely isolated. I can and did switch sides. Has your entire family been slaughtered, bluejay? I had a little brother you know. Hadrian. Six. Just about to enter public school. He was so excited. To have lived through your entire life in poverty and pain- finally seeing the light- only to have it go dark on you. No, I do not have faith.”

 

He takes the shard from his pocket and takes a good look at it.
"Interesting."

(Also.. Hey, I figured it out.)

 

"And what was that?"

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X|O|O
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"What do you want it for." I apply more shield pressure.

 

Try to pass unnoticed by most of them and handle Pete the burritos. "Today we feast my dude. And by we I mean you."

 

The shard is still in your right hand.

The fire seems to go out wayyyy easier than expected... the dude's toying with you.

"I've gotten tired of child's play. You should learn when to give up when you are beaten by someone else. Hand over the shard."

The fire line behind you turns blue...

Wot now?

Hey a talk between Althea and the character Kayla would be interesting. I bet Tisaun would love to see that happen... sadly she's pretty soon gonna get kidnapped by Naomi and co xd. If you're near or in Greenwich Village, if you hear a gunshot... then you know she has gotten kidnapped lel

Jay sucks at social skills btw so hence his awful arguments xddddddd

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There's an awful silence...

For 2 seconds.

"My family?" Jay's expression goes dark. "I've never met them... nor do I ever want to see them. They threw me out and ditched me on the sidewalk when I was born. They probably think I'm dead right now. Well good for them."

He then looks at you. "I don't see what you plan on achieving by joining Order NIBIRU and slaughtering hundreds. You're bringing them the same pain you received when you lost your family. That makes you a hypocrite. Do you enjoy what you do?"

Figured wot out?

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The shard stops glowing and there's no evidence that a bullet literally was just shot at it at zero point range...

Your gun, is smoking hot on the other hand... glowing yellowish too...

What now?

"Handing me over the pure white shard that you received just a few minutes ago... well... you received it hours ago for me but for you, just a few minutes ago."

X|O|O
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"Not of your concerns... Just hand it over... or face the consequences..."

Although the dude literally just looks like a grey void with no recognizable features other than that they are wearing a suit, you can feel them smirk...

Wot now?

Um, ok. Like this was definitely planned.

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Pete (lmao) ungratefully takes the burritos and glares at you.

"What 'ook you so long? I twas dying of starvation over 'ere!"

 

I extend my hand over to the food. "I can eat it myself if you don't want it."

 

(That I passed)
"Ah shit, you make me break my gun, stupid angel!"

He blows on it, trying to make it cool down.
"Maybe it'll be fine."

 

“You have two options. Talk, or get out. Or maybe you can face the consequences.”