L.I.V.E. ~ A Roleplay discussion

A small cafe maybe a block from the playground.

Note: They have tracking capabilities but Mazo's cult lacks the ability to use it for more than around 5 minutes daily, and even with that, it's a large radius so they would not know if they had set up a base and where it was.)

Bethany walks into the café, readjusting her backpack and scanning the place to sit. She didn't plan on staying long. Beth walked over to the counter and ordered a coffee to-go.
'I can get food later.' She thinks as she accepts her coffee from the man behind the counter and goes over the table with the sugar packets.

Mazo walked in and waited in line with a smile, just by her presence the atmosphere went from light to tense.

Bethany hears someone walk in behind her and she tenses.
'It's a café.' She reminds herself. 'It's totally normal for people to be in here. They aren't after you. Act casual. You have nothing to hide.'
She adds a couple sugars to her coffee and moves away from the table.

Mazo noticed her having tensed up, and with her years of experience she knew that something was up, she got her coffee without any sugar or cream, then she went and followed Bethany to where she went.

Beth sits down at a table in the corner, settling her backpack in her lap and sipping her coffee. She watches the steam rise from her coffee, listening to the sound of Mazo's approaching footsteps.

Mazo sat across from her with a smile, she suddenly didn't seem too terribly frightening. "Hello there, I am Mazo, I like your backpack." She said. The voices were talking to her again, but again the instructions were confusing, so she ignored them.

'Human interaction. Just what I needed.' Bethany thinks sarcastically. But she looks up and grins. "Hi, thanks. It's nice to meet you, Mazo. I'm Brianna; my friends call me Bree." She lies smoothly.

"Are you lying to me?" She asked, head tilted. "Well it does not matter really." She said, writing something down on paper before giving it to her, it said: "Are you like me?"

Bethany rolled her eyes. "I have no reason to lie to you."
'Except that you're a complete stranger and I'm running from scientist who want to kidnap me and experiment on me then use me as a weapon in a war. But other than that, no reason, at all, whatsoever.'
She glances down at the note and her eyes flick nervously around the café. 'How could she tell?' Beth shakes her head. "I don't know what you mean." She says out loud.

Mazo motioned for her to tone down her speaking a bit. "Ya, you put 3 sugars in your coffee. Thats a bit much eh?" She said, her eyes motioning for Bethany to play along with it to cover her tail.

"Yeah." Bethany wrinkles her nose, playing along. "Usually I only add one. I guess today I was.... lost in thought."

((I'll brb.))

"Hey, do you want to head back to my place after this, we have so much in common I want to talk about." She said with her signature smile, the voices in her head were near deafening at this point. (It's 11 for me, heading to bed, see ya in the morning?)

Bethany hesitated.
On the one hand, this girl might be a mutant. Like her. But on the other, this girl was a complete stranger. And trusting someone, anyone, even a little bit, was a mistake. It went against every rule Beth had and Mazo could literally stab her in the back at any moment. Or turn her over to L.I.V.E. Her hand twitches toward the knife hidden at her waist and she remembers the tiny one tucked in her boot and all her other supplies in her backpack.
‘I’ll be careful. I won’t turn my back. I won’t trust her. And I definitely won’t go inside.’
“Okay.” Bethany says out loud, faking a grin.

Mazo smiled as she looked at where her hand was twitching to before writing down, "That won't work on me."

You on?)

(Yeah)

Mazo stood up and motioned for her to follow her to the abandoned hall.

Bethany glared at her for a brief moment before plastering a smile on her face and standing up. Beth nodded and dumped her unfinished coffee in a trash bin and cautiously followed Mazo.

She came the front, waiting for Nash, "It should be over here!" She yelled to him, pointing to the hall.

Can I join in?)

Mazo stepped out of the car as the atmosphere of the area changed from a light friendly tone to a 'Oh God, something is wrong' in an instant. She was accompanied by 2 men and a women in suits, herself just having on a sweater and a skirt. It was clear from the look in her eyes that she has nothing to do with the labs. (Although how that look looks like I do not know)

Silk wrote: "“I should go,” she replied, her transformation was becoming painful. It would soon be hard to hide the pain in her skin and her eyes would change colour."

I have had a great idea...)

Silk wrote: "(Btw they aren’t at the cafe, they are on a street a block away)"

OOPS, let me just switch up what I had wrote...)

Silk wrote: "(It’s okay, and I’m interested to see what you come up with)"

Poor O.Cs, you just left them in the hands of a Sadist)

Mazo was staring right at them, something was really wrong, fear paralyzing them where they stood.

Mazo was hoping to do this swiftly and silently, she motioned to the girl to use her power. The girl spoke in both of their minds telaphaticly, saying the following. "We are not here to harm you or take you to the labs, we want to prevent that, come with us if you want to live free, L.I.V.E. has been having some people follow you for awhile now, we took care of them but it is believed that is causing them to send a task force."

"That's not what were called.. we are the church of the fallen goddess.." She girl telapthicly stated, sounding annoyed.

Mazo motioned as the one man shot him in the back with a tranq gun as the other went to secure the other one.

The man knocked on the door as the girl did it again. "Please answer the door, we won't harm you but we have about 3 minutes and we need to get a move on."

It's the same type that the labs use, there is no way to resist it.)

The other main aimed his tranq and fired, hitting her in the stomach. Mazo ran over to go catch her.

WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "Ken (Playing The Piano) wrote: "It's the same type that the labs use, there is no way to resist it.)"

It’s sad though because I didn’t say you should or could shoot me)"

It's not under PTK as it is non-lethal and not really harming, plus he was moving at a slow speed so there was no way for him to have missed)

Mazo carried her to the back of the van and buckled her in, putting a collar on her to make her mutation deactivate before removing it.

WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "Ken (Playing The Piano) wrote: "WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "Ken (Playing The Piano) wrote: "It's the same type that the labs use, there is no way to resist it.)"

It’s sad though because I didn’t say yo..."

They are gonna release them after a bit if they want to go, it's really not a bit deal)

WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "Ken (Playing The Piano) wrote: "WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "Ken (Playing The Piano) wrote: "WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "Ken (Playing The Piano) wrote: "It's the same type that the labs use, there is no way t..."

You have to compromise with me here, its not like they are gonna kill him or keep him hostage)

"I don't have the time for this bullshit today.." Mazo muttered, thinking about having them kill the other one, she decided against it, not wanting to go against her public image of 'saving all the mutants.'

WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "Ken (Playing The Piano) wrote: "WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "Ken (Playing The Piano) wrote: "WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "Ken (Playing The Piano) wrote: "WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "Ken (Playing The Piano) wrote: "..."

Idea, how about he goes but just kinda falls out of the back of the truck, seem fair?)

WALLSTREETBETS wrote: "(WTF man)"

It was a legit idea, they end up getting chased and he just falls out and somehow nobody notices and he is not ran over)

Fine, although it would be great if you co-operate next time or whatever its called in English, your language is confusing..)

"Fuck it, leave him." Mazo called as the rest of her people returned to the Van, the boys up front and the girls in the back. She looked over her assault rifle, their mole has done well, getting all these designs out so they can use their manufacturer connection to produce them.

The van drove off, the sounds of a helicopter closing it, they managed to slip into the rush hour traffic before they could be spotted. (Abandoned hall)

Want help?)

OOF)