Keeper of the Lost Cities (RP) discussion

Residents: Deon Thalion, Eruanna Thalion, Gondien Thalion

Sadra was slowly walking on the gravel path that led to Highfire's front entrance and eventually, to the house. She really hoped that Deon would be there and in the process, maybe even pulling a few pranks on his own room.

Deon was cleaning up his room. Why had he asked her to come to his house? It was a mess. Quickly he shoved everything in his closet and went to the bathroom to get ready.

((Lorien?))

Sadra walked up to the front doors and gave it a good knock.
"Hello?"

((Sorry! I didn't put on a a notification on it. :( ))

Deon gasped. She's here! He rushed to the door and opened it, flattening down his clothes.

((It's ok))

"Hi, Deon!" Sadra said, waving at him. "It's great to see you!"

"It's great to see you too." he said. "Wanna come in?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Sadra said, walking inside. "If I didn't see you yesterday, I would've thought you were some sort of goth or something."

"Huh. " Deon said, but his mind was wandering. Last night, he had come up with a new idea and he hadn't slept a bit.

"You tired?" Sadra asked. "You sound tired."

"Yup. Didn't sleep a bit." Deon muttered

"Is something wrong?" Sadra asked, her face filled with concern. "Because I can come tomorrow if that's the case."

"No..It's fine." Deon muttered."I just came uo with a big idea. That's all."

"Is it a big secret?" Sadra asked.

"Nope." Deon sighed and yawned. He handed her a scroll.

Sadra scanned the scroll. "What's this?"

"My new gadget." Deon explained, proudly.

"It is?" Sadra slowly unwrapped it. "What does it do?"

"I haven't made a prototype yet, so I don't know if that amount of power can be contained in this size, but.... it is called the Plasma 500HD Radioactive Card. Used to get money out of the human machine called an ATM. " Deon explained, inventing the name on the spot.


((Btw: Thanks for accepting my friend request!))

"So this can take out money?" Sadra asked, holding it out to get a better look.

((You're welcome! :D))

((Lorien, I've just joined Young Beginner Writers and I was just wondering if I should share this story, this is the first chapter:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1e...
))

"Yup!" Deon replied, happily, but still tired.

((It's amazing! I think you should share it! I love the eraser and pencil part! :D))

"And you worked on this late, last night?" Sadra asked.

"Yeah, do you like it?" Deon asked, searching her face for clues.

((Thanks! How do you share it?))

"I think it's amazing," Sadra said slowly, looking at Deon. "But are you going to be using it at the Forbidden Cities."

((You can create a topic under the Stories folder at YBW. :D))

"Depends." Deon said, cutting it short. He didn't want her to know that much about his life.

((ok! Do I write anything under comments?))

"Depends?" Sadra prompted. "Depends on what?"

((If you don't mind, maybe copy and paste your story. Or if you'd prefer, paste the link. :D))

"Nothing...just some personal stuff" Deon bit his lip. Great! Now she was going to pester him forever about this.

((Thanks! I just pasted the link.))

"Okay," Sadra shrugged, turning her back away from him and looking at the walls. "If you want to tell me you can, but if not, that's fine too."

((Great! :D))

Whoa....she wasn't going to pester him? That was new. "Thanks." Deon muttered.

"Amy time," Sadra cocked her head back and stared at him. "So, where's your lab?"

"I don't have a lab. Just my room. " Deon muttered. " It is very cluttered, but...." he continued.

"Works with me;" Sadra shrugged, following Deon.

He stopped. "Just don't open the closet." Deon said, with a mischievous smirk.

"Let me guess," Sadra said. "There will be either explosives, paint, or gases, right?"

He grinned. "Maybe neither." He winked as he said it.

"Oh this should be fun," Sadra mumbled.

((Sorry! Got to go now!))

He quickly went up the stairs to his room, still smirking.

((No:( Bye!! It's fine. I have to go too.))

"I hope you have everything," Sadra said behind him.

"I do," Deon said, calling from the second floor. "Hurry up, slowpoke!"

((Help, doctor! I have a case of Writer's block. *faints dramatically*))

((Actually, I'm fine now. I was thinking about starting a group. Do you want to do it together?))

"I am anything but a slowpoke!" Sadra shouted back but then mumbled, "Sometimes."

((Sure! What sort of a group will it be?))

Deon laughed. "Well if you aren't then come and catch me!" Deon shouts back.

((Based on a book. That's another thing; I don't know which book to do it on. Thank you!))

Sadra sighed and chased after Deon, wherever he was.

((Hmmmm. What is your favorite book?))