“Hey now, I said I’m sorry…” Shimmer said with a slight pout as she entered. “Like I said, I tried to shoot for night but I got lost… besides, if I wanted to see you crawling, I’d want it to be in very different circumstance.” She quipped, flashing a small grin.
“Are you doing well? Other then me… waking you up…”
“Hmmm… I did save someone from being kidnapped, so that was lovely~ There was some bastard at the local – well, they don’t call them orphanages anymore, do they? Either way, he’s gone now. His limbs are – ah, nevermind where his limbs are. The child ran, though…”
Lillian sighed and slowly stumbled into the living room, looking at her rather large couch. Even though it had been hundreds of years, the wear and tear hardly existed, and she was careful in laying down.
“There’s a red chair just across from the fireplace. You may sit there and we can chat a bit.”
“Well, as long as the kid was ok, I don’t care what happens to the guy. Hope you made it painful though.” She said, sitting down in on the chair where Lillian had pointed out. It was soft, softer then anything she had ever sat on. “Oh… shit, this is really comfortable!” She said, with a sigh.
“I just figured I’d drop by for a visit.” Shimmer said, flashing her teeth. “Buuuuut, we might wanna go somewhere less hot. I would’ve been here sooner, but I got a little lost.” She said sheepishly.
“And… you just so happened to drop by at the break of dawn? Do you wish to see me crawling?” Lillian didn’t mean to sound so upset all of a sudden, but she figured someone like Shimmer ought to know about the never-ending rivalry between vampires and sunlight.
“Come in, come in! Heaven knows I’m not going out there unless I like walking like a cripple…”
“Hey now, I said I’m sorry…” Shimmer said with a slight pout as she entered. “Like I said, I tried to shoot for night but I got lost… besides, if I wanted to see you crawling, I’d want it to be in very different circumstance.” She quipped, flashing a small grin.
“Are you doing well? Other then me… waking you up…”
No matter how much Sunset ran, it still seemed like that thing was right behind her.
She was panting with exertion and her feet and pants were soaking wet with sewer water, and she smelled like shit and piss but still she ran. Her legs felt like they were on fire, but she knew she couldn’t stop even for a moment, otherwise she didn’t know what would happen but at this point, she was beginning to wear down.
Taking a sharp turn into another pipe, she took a a look behind her and saw nothing behind her. She raised an ear in the air and listened intently, but heard nothing. Figuring she was safe, she slid down onto her rump, panting deeply. Eventually, her panting turned into nerve-wracking sobs. This isn’t how she thought she would die crying in a sewer being chased by Celestia-knows-what, cold, wet and alone.
Unfortunately, a loud, otherworldly shriek shook her from her self depression, and she sprung to her feet, taking a semi-crouching boxing stance.
Her breath caught in her throat as she heard a scuttling sound from above her. With a shout, her right fist shot out as a large fireball, exploded from her hand. But in the time the ball left to her hand to hit her target, it let out another screech and scuttled away. Even as she started to run again, she could help but think to herself…
‘That thing looks like a giant squirrel.’
{~🔬 The motion triggers alert him to movement in the tunnels, the ones close to their lair. Too close. Even if they are caused by homeless people, he needs to divert them away and toward a manhole so they can crawl out and back toward the surface. Keeping a flashlight in his hand, Donatello scans the familiar tunnels carefully. Doing his absolute best to stay out of sight, at least until he hears a familiar screech along with a scuttling sound.
Taking a few steps back, Donnie’s blood ran cold and he grasps his staff in order to defend himself should he need too…not the Squirrel-a-noids! God, why did they have to be back?!
Taking a wary step forward, Donnie only had seconds to react before a body collides with his own. Knocking him back a few steps and causing his shell to hit the wall as well as losing his staff in the process.
Eyes spinning for a moment before he looks up to see what he ran into, hoping it was said creature, finding himself partly happy that he was wrong but more horrified at the sight of what he is staring at.
A fiery haired young lady panting and covered in the filth from the sewers. Chestnut eyes never once leaving the panting and panicked form, his own mouth open to allow breath to escape.
“I-I w-who…what are you doing down here?!” 🔬~}
Sunset’s breath was knocked out of her she felt herself colliding with a figure. Letting out a panicked shriek, her right hand light up in a shroud of white hot fire, heat filling up the area as she looked at the figure that hit her… and immediately froze.
Her breathing began to lessen, and seemed more at ease as she looked into his soft brown eyes. “I… I was walking through the city… I went down an alleyway to get away from some muggers and slipped through a manhole cover. I figured I could lose them in here.” She said, wiping her eyes. “I… I got lost a little after. I followed a pipe, and… and… I found this-this… thing! I don’t even know what it is!” She said, her voice a panicked whisper. “Please… please help me!” She cried, tears flowing once more as reached out for this mysterious being.
FYI you don’t owe interactions to anyone. You rp with who you consider best, this is your hobby, your fun and your entertainment. If others want to join, they’re welcomed but no one should impose things on you, that is not roleplaying.
That is being selfish and rude, that is disrespectful to RP etiquette and to others. Why not better finding someone that’d go along with the ideas and things you want to do instead of forcing them on others that don’t feel your plot or your headcanons?
If you don’t feel like doing that, if you don’t feel like cooperating with others, if you don’t feel like building a story together and to be equals with your rp buddy / friend / partner / acquaintance; then… Better start writing fanfiction, that’s easier for you than trying to force things that won’t happen just because you’re imposing instead ofproposing.
Sunset swore loudly as her bag was knocked to the ground. She couldn’t afford to lose any groceries this week since it turned out her boss’s kid went to Canterlot High. Once word spread that it was supposedly Sunset doing everything, he called Sunset into his office and fired her on. the spot.
She reeled on her feet, anger present of her face as she snarled ready to rip a new one into the person who had knocked her stuff down… until she saw Vinyl. Instantly, her anger morphed into a gut wrenching fear as she began hurriedly stuff her fallen goods into her bag and let out a shaky “I-I’m fine!” as she saw Vinyl sign before making a move to leave.
Vinyl quickly reached a hand out to stop her from leaving. Wait, please…I’m happy to see you, Sunset…I’ve been worried about you, she signed. “I thought that you’d committed or something,” she wanted to say, but refrained. She knew what sort of weight that could hold. She didn’t want to push her away or anything.
Do you want any help? I wouldn’t mind. Neon’s doing homework anyways. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I got home a little later than usual because I was helping someone out. In full honesty, she wasn’t sure. As a matter of fact, she didn’t think Neon even knew who Sunset was, but it was worth a shot anyways.
Sunset was floored. Sure, Sunset knew SL, hell, Vinyl taught her after the Battle of the Bands but… did she actually see that right? “I… wait… what do you mean? I thought you and the others at school didn’t wanna talk to me anymore?”
Shimmer slowly walked over to the lizard lady and gently poked her cheek. Blinking a few times, she quickly reached out with a claw and stabbed herself in the sharp “Ow!” but made no other move. “I… I don’t understand… I’m not supposed to be loved… nobody loves me back… and this… this isn’t a dream…” she said, tears prickling ar the corners of her eyes.
Demencia thought Shimmer’s words sounded familiar. Maybe because they were how she felt too.
She knew one thing, though. She didn’t want to see Shimmer cry.
She reached out and held the demon’s face in her hands, staring into her eyes before gently pressing her forehead to hers and wrapping her arms around her in a warm embrace.
She wasn’t sure what Dem was gonna do when she felt her take her face in her hands, her stare feeling like her very soul was being scrutinized.
Shimmer gave a soft sob as she felt Demencia wrap her arms around her, and she nuzzled her forehead into her shoulder. “C-can… can you say it… just once?” She asked, looked at her with wide, afraid eyes, worried that she might be pulling some kind of cruel prank on her.
“S-s…so… pretty… she whispered out. She could feel it now. It was almost time. She briefly wondered though… would she go to heaven or hell? Guess it was time to find out. “S-Sav… want you… to… be s-safe… always remember what I’ve… told you…” she said, shakily reaching up a hand to lightly boop Savannah on the nose, cracking the smallest of smiles.
“S-Stop talking like y-y-you’re gonna d-die or something, haha..” Savanna nervously laughed, finally starting to break down and cry herself. “Y-You’re okay. You’re j-j-just a little h-hurt. Want m-me to- to take you to a doctor?”
She stood up, trying to lift Shimmer up from beneath her arms and only getting cackled at by the creatures that attacked her.
Shimmer’s sole remaining eye widen at the sound of the demon laughing all around them. She had to get Savannah out of her otherwise theses freaks wouldn’t hesitate to tear her into literally ribbons. She had already killed most of them, but by the time she was halfway through, they had gained a second wind and beaten her into… this.
She groaned in agony as she felt Savannah push herself under her arm, but had had to push through. Eventually, she had found her to her feet, shakey and struggling, but on her feet nonetheless.
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