The Light Fury
- Roleplay Invitations
- Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light, Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day
- Writing Levels
- Adept, Advanced, Adaptable
- Genders You Prefer Playing
- Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
- I'm fine doing both. In some points in the rp I may be aggressive and lead the plot and in other parts I may look to my partner to lead it. I try to keep things equal though and keep us both equally leading.
- Favorite Genres
- Any. I have no favorites.
- Genre You DON'T Like
- There really isn't a genre I have found that I don't like to play XD
Jamie was fairly used to having a lot of time to herself. Well, at least she was before her younger sister had been brought into their small family. Now most of her spare time was spent entertaining or looking after little Silvia. Not that she minded though. She loved the kid to death and enjoyed the time that the two always got to spend together. Like now. She went through the house with her sister, grabbing things the girl would need for school that day and stuffing them into her backpack. She was getting her sister ready in a much less organized fashion than her mother might have, but it would do. Once she had all the stuff together, she fixed her lunch and the two were heading toward the door.
"Jamie, can we take Ralph on the skateboard? Please, please, pleeeeeease?"
Jamie smiled at the little blonde girl at her side, looking up at her with bright blue eyes and begging for her to do something that they had been told time and time again not to do, "Silv, you know mom and dad don't like me taking you on the skateboard. Especially being pulled by that big horse." She said joking, jabbing her thumb toward the husky that stood in the kitchen eating his food.
"Awwwwww! But..." The little girl frowned deeply and looked down at her shoes in the most pitiful way, "But you get to do it all the time and I never get to. It's no fair." She always seemed to put on this pitiful act, thinking it would work on Jamie. And she sure did have a right to think that, because it always did work. Jamie was a sucker for giving her sister what she wanted. She just couldn't help it, the little girl was just too cute.
"Alright, alright. But don't tell mom and dad, okay?" She laughed and grabbing the leash from where it hung on a hook in the kitchen she grabbed her skateboard, walking out of the house with the girl in tow and the dog beside her. It only took a moment to get the little girl on her back and the leash hooked onto the husky's harness, but once they were all set she hopped onto the skateboard and gave the dog a quick command. Soon the dog was running down the side walk, happily running while pulling Jamie and Silvia on the skateboard.
Doing that it didn't take long to get the girl to the school. She stepped off of the skateboard just outside the front of the building, standing on the steps as she pulled the helmet off of the girl and began patting her blonde hair down so that she didn't look like a mess going into the school, "Okay, you have fun today. I'll be here to pick you up after school."
"Wait, aren't you coming to the museum?"
"The museum?" Jamie stood up straight in confusion and it took a moment for her to realize just what her sister was talking about, "Oh, you mean your field trip? But that's next week."
The little girl shook her head, "Uh-uh. It's today. And you promised you would come!" The little girl pointed out, making Jamie sigh heavily.
"Man, I need to start writing this stuff down." She looked down at her and nodded, ruffling her hair with her hand, despite how she had just tried to fix it moments before, "Alright, Squirt. I'll be there. I just have to run those errands and do those chores for Mom and Dad first, okay?" When the girl nodded she smiled and bent down to scoop her up into a big bear hug, kissing her cheek, "I'll see you then." She watched the girl go inside and then she was off.
The errands and chores her parents wanted her to do were quick. Mail a letter. Pick up a few things from the store. Give Muchi(their dog) a bath once she got back, clean the kitchen, and then finally do some clothes. But once all that was done she was heading out on her skateboard as fast as she could toward the museum. She was a little late and her sister's class was probably already inside. Hopping off of her skateboard, she began walking up the steps to head inside.
Only when she walked inside, she found herself almost knocked down when a loud explosion from further in the museum shook the building, causing a panic throughout the place. Her eyes widened as she looked around, trying to find the source of all this, and it was when she traveled further into the building that she saw an older man, bombs strapped to his body, walking out with a rather expensive looking painting.
Bomb Voyage. Wasn't he getting too old for this? One would think so, but then again a lot of older supers hadn't retired yet, so why should the villains? Either way, with him planting bombs within the museum he was just as dangerous as any other villain. And sure enough, as she stood there, another bomb did go off, closer to where the shaking of the building caused her to actually fall down this time, further inside the building and the man headed in that direction, likely to go for another piece of artwork. She thought about trying to stop him, but a more important thought came to her mind.
She had to find Silvia and the other students and get them out of here if there were actually bombs planted here. And so, scrambling to her feet she began her search, running about the museum, only to find the teacher ushering students outside to evacuate the building. Upon seeing this, she rushed over, "Where's my sister? Silvia?"
The teacher looked at her, obviously worried, "Some of the students are missing. It must have happened in the crowd. Two or three of them are still in there."
Hearing this, she rushed back into the building, looking about , pointing anyone she saw left over in the direction of the entrance. She did find the few students that the teacher had mentioned was missing and took them to the entrance herself, but her sister she had yet to find. She was the only one missing and everyone else had evacuated the building by now. She searched and searching and finally her searching came to an end, though, it wasn't how she had expected. She came skidding to a stop, to see her sister cowering, sitting in a corner of one of the rooms, cowering while Bon Voyage stood by, gathering as much artwork as he could from the walls. He was using her as a hostage.
She made a move to run toward her, only stopped when the man, silent of course, held up a finger and pointed to the end of the room where her sister was, a small bomb laying there, then gestured to the button in his hand. One push of that button and the bomb would explode. It was much like the bombs he had used in here. Enough to do some serious damage, but only lethal close up. And it was close enough to Silvia to be as such.
Her hands were tied. There was nothing she could do but stand there, watching her sister cower helplessly. If she moved forward, he would set off the bomb. She had to wait. It took a long moment and soon he apparently had all he wanted and moved to the door of the room. At this, sure he was leaving her sister, Jamie did move to the girl, grabbing a hold of her and ready to carry her out of here when she looked up at Bon Voyage once more.
A sickening grin was spread across his face and in that moment, her eyes widened. He had been waiting for her to go over to her sister. He didn't want any witnesses. He pressed down on the button and the explosion went off.
In that instant, Jamie did the only thing she could thing she could do. She didn't even think about it. It was instinct, her powers working on their own. Suddenly, right before the explosion, thick sheets of metal from one of the sculptures tore off and layed over them in a half circle as the two of them knelt on the floor. The metal was tight around them, blocking out the small blast, singeing the outside of it. Inside Jamie held the little girl close to her, shielding her with her own body just in case her metal shield failed, her eyes closed tightly until the loud explosion died down.
Slowly she sat up and looked at the metal around them. It seemed to have blocked everything out and when she was sure it had and she checked to make sure her sister was alright, she lifted her hand, clutching at the air and then jerked it down to rip the metal out form around them. By now, her brown hair had faded into a snowy white and her skin a ghostly pale. She was angry and now she wanted to stop that man.
Standing up straight, she looked down at her sister, "Go to the entrance. Your teacher will be there." With that, the girl ran off and Jamie turned her blue eyes over to the man. The metal that had been shielding them began to crinkle on the ground, as if it were as flimsy as paper, she scraping sound of it almost deafening. With that, she pushed her hands forward and the metal flew at the man, a piece hitting his body rather hard, knocking him into the wall while nails and screws ripping from the walls and sculptures around them flew and stuck into the metal, on the sides of him. With that, the metal sheets were over his middle and the metal was nailed into the wall, pinning him there for the law enforcements to find.
With the man unable to escape, Jamie made her way through the empty and destroyed place, going toward the back of the museum as her hair and skin faded back to their natural colors. She didn't want to go through the front and risk people asking her questions and so here she left out of the employees entrance and began heading home. Her sister was safe with her teacher and Bon Voyage was ready for the cops to find. Everything was fine. And she hoped it would stay that way.
Of course, it never did, did it?