BRAVE & THE BOLD {Superbeings RP Thread-signups inside}

IC: Morté looks sadly at the blade, sighing softly. "I knew this would happen. Mortals so rarely understand creatures like me." She looks Casey in the eyes, very sad. "I will not harm you, Casey. If you wish to punish me, do what you will."

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IC: Morte watches her go, and closes her eyes, trying to hold back tears. She's a lot more emotionally fragile than she might let on most of the time, and this hurts. I will always be a monster to people like her. It's just in my nature.

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Cole steps down from his titan and looks at Morte, "Morte, Morte look at me." he places his hands on the sides of her shoulders, staring straight into her eyes, "There's nothing wrong with you, I had those thoughts too, you and I both know that letting a man like that walk the earth, potentially going to hurt and kill more people, it would've been innocent blood on our hands. No one likes the thought of killing a man, but sometimes it's the ugly truth that we have to do something like that so that others don't suffer next time because of a stupid mistake, if we let him go, more people could be threatened, scarred, and most likely killed. Everyone thinks that people who don't strike the killing blow is the hero, and the people who kill someone, even if they're in the moral right for doing so, are psychopaths and ostracize them from society. Do not let things other people say get to you, even if it's from a friend." he says solemnly and in a sobering tone.

IC: She looks up at him, her purple eyes seeming slightly redder, and her skin colder than usual. "I suppose you are right." She says, and on an impulse, hugs him.

"I… I don't know what to do, Cole. I'm afraid." She whispers. "I don't know this world, for all I know, they will be harsher than even the mortals in my world." She's trembling a bit.

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"Hey hey hey, no no no," he says hurriedly as he returns her hug, "Don't worry about it, I'll be with you and help you every step of the way, even if I don't have any idea what I'm doing half of the time." he says with an awkward chuckle at the end.

IC: She closes her eyes, letting herself trust him. "Thank you. I am very lucky that you found me." She murmurs.

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"Pardon?" he asks pretending to not hear what she said.

ooc: short on time, going to a parade tonight

IC: Her white cheeks get a slightly warm tint to them. "I am happy to have met you. Without you here, I feel I would be in a much worse situation."

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"The feeling's mutual!" he says in an encouraging manner, "Morte, just asking but..." he begins shivering, "c-can we stop hugg-ug-ing? I have gone n-n-numb f-f-from t-the waist up." he says with chattering teeth. His fire powers left him slightly vulnerable to the cold, however, he already couldn't handle the cold at all while he was still normal.

IC: She steps back, blushing harder. "Oh, I'm sorry! The chill is a trait of my species."

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"I-it's fine, I've just never been good in c-colder temp-p-peratures." he says still chattering through his teeth.

IC: She closes her eyes, focusing, and slowly, the chill surrounding her dissipates. "Is this better?"

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