Twisted Mind

A Twisted Mind's Twisted Search For Twisted Friends

I've finally edited this and am getting back to roleplaying. So, I guess I have to bump it.

The Syndicate: Haunted (BaileyBlue302 + Twisted Mind)

It's your turn though. Lol.

The Syndicate: Haunted (BaileyBlue302 + Twisted Mind)

Oh shoot- I forgot about them- Yeah, I'm up for them. Sorry-

RolePlayerGuild And The Haunted Cheesecake(Parts 1-9)

Part Nine: …Again

LegendBegins picks up their phone and answers, holding up a hand for silence. The conversation goes something like this:

Legend: Hello?

Caller: Why did you Thor my cow?

Legend: I’m sorry, who is this?

Caller: Your boss.

Legend: Wait, Mahz?!

Dark Cloud: Wait, you work for-

At this point, Legend shushes Dark Cloud as the caller speaks again.

Caller: Unban my cow, LegendBegins. That was my closest friend, *any volunteers?*.

Legend: Um… is that something a moderator can do…?

Caller: I dunno. Do it anyway.

Legend: Could you come on and do it maybe…?

Caller: Sorry, I have to remain offline for another year and a half. My appearances must rock the community, as usual, and they must revere me as a god king. And I have to keep my job.

Legend: Okay… well, can you tell me how to do it…?

Caller: Nope.

Legend shoves the phone back in their pocket, the caller has hung up. They sigh and turn to where Dark Cloud had previously been standing. The cloud is no longer there. Instead, there is just a strange blueish vapor and a puddle of silvery liquid that looks strangely like...

Liquid Mercury!?

Nope. Just kidding. That would be an extremely boring ending to this story!

The silvery liquid morphs into an envelope, colored manilla and probably made of vanilla even though how it would be was a fact that perplexed many brains. Upon this letter was a neatly scrawled message...

Nightlight City

A @Twisted Mind and @BaileyBlue302 collab
Part One of Two

Zi sighed at the unknown voice's words. Well, he's trying to kill her, He guessed. Nobody ever worded a kind gesture as a threat, even if it was unintentional. Besides, the back door was most likely rigged or a setup for an ambush- knowing his luck. He moved closer to Bee, pretty much glaring daggers at Whisper. He put a hand on Bee's shoulder, a weak attempt to be comforting considering his normal attitude and such. "So what are we up against? Genosist? Axe murderer type? Evil genius hacker? You can't just tell us nothing and expect us to believe you, not with what's at stake." His tone was challenging. He was trying to Whisper piss off while getting information; his usual behavior at the rate this was going.

Whisper glared right back at Zi, her smirk hidden behind her black mask. She took out one of her pistols and inspected it, her eyes flicking between it and Zi. She wouldn't shoot him, but she wasn't against acting like she would. "Actually, I can," She shrugged, not answering Zi's question. "I've already said more than I-"

"On and on. Do you ever get tired of lying? What are we up against?" Zi repeated the question with a snarl, suddenly stepping away from Bee and towards Whisper. He saw the pistol, and drew his own. But he wasn't kidding. If she made to threaten him again, he would shoot her. And while he might not bother killing her, he had no intention of letting the disrespect stand. He was her boss, technically. He wasn't about to get called off by Bee either.

Whisper almost laughed, her eyes glittering with sick entertainment. She was smirking behind her mask. "I've already said more than I-" She sighed, cutting herself off. "I'm not answering you when you're threatening me." She used her empty hand to adjust her mask a little, considering it had slid down a fraction. It hadn't fallen far enough to be noticeable, but she always fixed it if it even moved an inch.

Zi stepped forward again, turning his pistol fully on Whisper. "Take off the mask." He ordered. It was a sudden change of events, but he wanted to see if she'd take orders from him even when there was tension. "And put the pistol away."

That got Whisper to freeze. She hadn't expected that. Her eyes flicked toward Bee but she decided against getting the girl involved. This was Whisper's fight, and Whisper's alone. Well, Whisper and Zi's. She met Zi's gaze, determination set in her glare. "No." She raised her own pistol, turned on not Zi, but Bee. Zi wouldn't dare when Bee was on the line. It was unfair, but life was unfair.

Zi switched the safety on his pistol off. "Put it away and take off the mask. Now." He wasn't joking. He lowered the pistol a fraction, toward Whisper's leg. He wouldn't kill her, as aforementioned, but he was damn willing to hurt her. Even if Bee might get mad at him- unlikely, considering Whisper had just turned a pistol on her.

Nightlight City

Zi quietly listened to the conversation, a frown crossing his face. If Whisper knew who the threat was, that was one thing. If the threat knew who Whisper was, that was another. He nodded at Bee's questions. "Yes, enlighten us, would you?" He'd noticed it when Whisper glanced at him. "You seem to know who they were?"

Nightlight City

Wow. Uh- yeah that wasn't what I'd expected to come back to @BaileyBlue302

Nightlight City

Zi's hand moved toward his pistol at his side but he made no sudden movements. "We really should go back to the house, Mistress..." He suggested.

the alphabet game. lol

Ergonomics

Nightlight City

Zi studied Whisper, waiting for a response.