I mean it when I say I'm an RPG nut
Maria nodded and held Violet once again. After making sure her grip on her was secure, she jumped out. Her legs would be strong enough for the impact and hoepfully she could run off...if nothing was going to stop them...
"You said you had a dream... That dream... Make it come true! ... If anyone can, it's you!" - N (shortened) Oh, and I'm a girl.
Olympos Truck
"Okay, sounds good, let's go," Violet said, taking a moment to take a picture of the inside of the crates before letting Maria grab her.
Her chain dangled loosely, and when they were out of the truck she quickly made it shoot back and press against the door. Using it as a conduit for her power, it sealed the hole in the truck once again, and then she reeled in the length of chain.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Olympos Garage
As Violet finished closing up the hole in truck, she noticed that they were still in the garage, and worse yet, that it was going to be harder to get out than they though. Just as they got out of the truck, the giant garage door closed shut behind them, leaving them trapped inside...
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Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
"So what are you going to do?" Harold asked. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he meant that literally or rhetorically at this point. As was his wont, he was trying to get them motivated or at least contemplative, but on the other hand he was legitimately curious. These were the only other descendants he'd ever met. He was desperate for such a connection.
"Is there no pull within you to... to act?"
someone
Tahlia stepped back and stopped talking in response to Helena. She then typed at Harold.
-What kinf of pull? What kind og action?-
[TOP SECRET]
The Fantabulous
Outside the Police Station
Helena was both glad Tahlia's powers weren't affecting this man and curious - obviously he was a descendant but who was he descended from to resist the strife generated by Eris' influence. That being said, his insistence that they were doing anything was irksome to her to say the least and prompted her to roll her eyes, "I've been doing things for nearly three months and so far all its gotten me is existential crises and near death experiences." She answered, taking a few steps back and shaking her head. She cast a glance back to the disheveled station, "Look, can we talk about this some place else? Somewhere with less guns?" She suggested.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Outside the Police Station
Harold crossed his arms and jerked his head towards his car. "How old are you two? There are plenty of bars around here, and I have a fairly good idea of which ones are safe or not. We can talk this over at one of those places." He nodded to Tahlia. "Oh, and to answer your question, the pull is... I don't know. I think it is primarily one of philosophy, not something supernatural, but I feel that if I am not using my power to do something, anything, then I am wasting it."
someone
Tahlia rolled her eyes.
-16. Also, I have a dog. I have an urge to create chaos wher3ver I go. I envy you. What about just a cafe?-
[TOP SECRET]
The Fantabulous
Outside the Police Station
"Aren't you a little young to be an alcoholic?" Helena inquired with a playful smirk before replying, "I'm 23 but it's a little early to get shitfaced. A cafe sounds good..." She looked around a little, "I know this area alright - I think there's a nice cafe a block or two from here. My only 'pull' is to keep everyone from getting themselves killed, yeah?" A thought struck her, "Wait, the other two are still in there aren't they? What were they called..." She clicked her fingers in an effort to remember, not being very good with names as a rule. "Suzie and Greg, I think. You guys get in the car, I'll pop my head in a see if they're alright." Helena suggested and, before the others could object, slipped back into the station to see what the siblings were up to.
Helena saw the younger sister leading 'Greg' to follow that seedy detective, "Err, you guys gonna be alright?" She called, not sure what else to say.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Overwatch: Outside of Olympos
Akio frowned when he saw the garage door slam shut, with Violet and Maria still on the other side.
"Kuso", he muttered, picking up his phone. "Violet, Maria. What is your situation?"
Olympos Garage
"Shit," Violet said. She spoke into her phone, "Looks like we got locked inside, we'll need to find a way out."
She turned to Maria, and pressed her back against the truck to flatten her profile, in case someone else was around. "Let's get out of sight now, and figure this out before we get spotted." She looked around to see if anyone else was around.
Garcias Household
Aran was completely dazed, and only snapped out of it when Esther took hold of his arm. He let her drag him for a few seconds, frantically trying to clear his head after whatever had just happened.
His first instinct had told him to let the man in- and normally he would've gone with that decision. But something had held him back, stalled him for what felt like days. A paranoia that wasn't his own. Figures. Can't become one of London's Most Wanted by trusting every Tom, Dick, and Harry who shows up at your door.
He didn't relish the idea of owing anything to Jack's influence, but he had to admit that his first thought might've been too naive. The timing was too convenient, the man hadn't even given his name, and why would someone in such a rush let a mere courtesy like knocking get in their way? Aran finally gathered himself and followed the two women out of the back door, giving Esther a grateful look for knocking him out of his reverie.
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