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@freedomwriter76 aww Steve is so sweet ?
Puck
Puck slipped his hands into his pockets, keeping his eyes solely focused on the path ahead.
He wished the blonde behind him would stop staring, as it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge.
Made the feelings worse…
He glanced at the man, eyes meeting his. He winced, looking away.
What was it with eye contact that always made it worse?
Puck’s nose scrunched up, his head throbbing. His body tensed and jolted with the colorful sensations of those around him.
The intense differing emotions…feelings of those he was near.
Like vibrations beneath his feet, slowly traveling up through the rest of his body, until they reached his mind, sending signals that…he didn’t fully understand.
Which feelings were his own? Which belonged to everyone else?
He didn’t realize his breathing had grown slightly shallow until his lungs constricted, struggling to keep up with the pace of his feet. He swallowed, trying to regain some semblance of control over himself.
But…it was hard.
The feelings nearby were…strong…
(so…I have a feeling that Bucky has some pretty strong emotions, despite trying to keep them in check…)
And now, his…gift had reached a point where he could almost see the emotions of others.
Connecting like lines of color to each person…
Lucien’s annoyance-and orangey green color
Caden’s excitement and happiness- bright yellow
Benji’s…whatever Benji was feeling…
Kids were all over the place…Puck winced at the rainbow of colors
And Bucky…
Puck’s fists clenched at the range of conflicting emotions.
Confusion. Anger. Distrust.
Fear.
All…extremely strong feelings.
And all the feelings…the colors, connected back to him. To Puck.
He could feel them all.
But what about his own feelings? How did he feel?
He glanced again at Steve.
Tilted his head.
He was a bit of a conundrum though, compared to the others. The entire time they’d been traveling, even during the danger faced earlier… the main emotion Puck had felt wafting from the blonde had been…
Calm. Peace.
Sure, there were bits and pieces of other emotions. There always were. But those two always won out.
Puck looked back at the ground.
He only knew a few people who had that as their dominant emotion…
One of which was his father…
Maybe…that was why the guy was so…intimidating.
Not that Puck’s dad was intimidating. In the slightest.
Ha. Paxton Fabel? Intimidating?
Never.
He was…like…the most compassionate man in Aú.
Maybe that was why he seemed so impossible to live up to…
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Lila
Aaron wasn’t doing well…that much was obvious.
Lila frowned, looking for any sign of her cousin’s bright eyes, but they were drowned out by guilt and shame.
He’s blaming himself…
“Aaron?” She said softly. He met her eyes, trying to force a smile, but it failed miserably.
She sighed, adjusting the medium-sized knapsack on her back. The thought of Bren being…kidnapped made her wonder about her own brother.
Was he alright in this place? Or had he met a similar fate to Bren…?
Puck was pretty fierce…but…while that could be a good thing, it often got him into trouble.
She bowed her head, closing her eyes and saying a silent prayer for Bren and all of the others lost in this place.
As well as for her family back home. She hoped they were well…
She lifted her head, feeling more encouraged now. “Asher? Matthew?” The boys turned to her. “Do you two have any ideas on how to find this…man?”
If he could be called such…taking a child for personal gain.
The boys shared a look and then shook their heads disparagingly. Kiri pursed her lips, folding her arms.
“Should we split up and look?” She offered.
“I’m…not sure. It might be best to stay altogether…but…we would cover more ground. Aaron? What do you think?” Lila asked.
Aaron jerked his head up. “Huh? O-Oh…uh…I-I don’t…” He ran a hand through his hair. Lila’s eyes furrowed.
She’d only ever seen him like this one time before…
When the news of his father’s disappearance had reached him…
“I don’t know. Elias, Lily, Albert…?” He looked at the adults, eyes pleading.
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@godlyfantasy12. Poor Puck!!! ???❤️❤️❤️
And oh, yea, Bucky’s sure got some strong emotions. ???
STEVE
The others up ahead, mostly Lucien and Caden, engaged in conversation. And Puck was watching them…studying them…lapsing into silence. Steve bit his lip. He felt like he needed to do something, but also felt like…he shouldn’t.
Sometimes talking to someone made things better…but other times…it made things worse. Steve wanted to help…wanted to make everything better. ‘You can’t fix the whole world, Steve…you’re just one man.’
He sighed at the reminder of Natasha’s words.
He knew that. Or, at least, he thought he knew that. He couldn’t fix the world, sure, but he could try to help and fix the people in it, right? He just wanted to help. But sometimes he didn’t know how to. Sometimes he didn’t know what to do…or say…to make things better. But he wanted to know…wanted to know how to help everyone out.
Maybe he wanted to be a problem solver.
But in complete honesty…
Didn’t he just make things worse most of the time?
Steve shoved back the thought…the memories…the guilt, and turned to Puck with a small, friendly smile. “Hey Puck. You good?”
@freedomwriter76 aww Steve!! So sweeeeet!
Puck
Puck tensed as the blonde man began speaking, “Hey Puck. You good?”
“Fine,” He snapped. Then winced. He hadn’t meant to do that, exactly.
Steve’s eyes widened slightly. He slowly nodded, returning to his silence. Puck scolded himself inwardly.
This was why he steered clear of people…why he preferred silence to conversation.
It was too hard to explain to people why his moods changed so suddenly…why he’d be happy and laughing and then suddenly snappy and upset…
Too hard to explain that…it wasn’t his fault.
Wasn’t his feelings.
His sister explained it pretty well…she was good at these kinds of things.
Nice to have around. Not that he missed her or anything! She was just…useful.
She had a way of explaining all of his strange behaviors…his acting out as some called it.
She said it was just because he wasn’t entirely sure of who he was.
Which was nonsense, of course.
He was Puck Fabel!
But…sometimes it was nice to know someone didn’t just…write him off as unruly. Rebellious.
Still.
Puck knew exactly who he was.
It was everyone else who had a problem.
He let out a small sigh, pulling his shoulders up to his face. He blushed slightly, long ears tipping a bit.
“Sorry…” he muttered.
Steve raised a brow. “Hm?”
“For snapping!” He glared, hating having to explain.
He hated apologizing.
“Ah…it’s alright. I shouldn’t have bothered you,” Steve smiled warmly.
Puck glared at the floor. He looked up at the brown-haired man in front of him, still holding the little boy.
“What’s up with your friend up there?” He asked. Rather blunt, but…sometimes that was the best way to get answers.
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Poor Aaron!!! The baby!!! ?❤️
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“I don’t know. Elias, Lily, Albert…?” Aaron whispered, turning to them, eyes pleading.
Lily bit her lip, glancing from Aaron to Elias and back to Aaron again.
Albert wasn’t paying attention, however, staring off at a wall. No matter, though. Elias understood how he could get sometimes. Elias faced Aaron with a small smile…and he slowly nodded. “Splitting up might help.”
Steve
“What’s up with your friend up there?”
Steve bit his lip, watching Bucky. Bucky put Ryo up on his shoulders, causing the toddler to giggle. “He’s…been through a lot. I thought he was dead…the whole world thought he was dead…for decades.”
He swallowed, hard, thinking about how much his best friend had been hurt, fighting back both guilt and anger. “…And he was hurt and used…hurt in ways that I’m not going to explain to you, especially in depth…it was bad…very bad. He was treated as if he was a weapon…not a man. Just…a lot of things happened to him. Things I can’t even imagine or explain…horrible things…and he’s just been scarred by it. He’s still healing…and I-I’m afraid that…” Steve trailed off.
He couldn’t explain that…wouldn’t. Puck was a kid. And besides, Steve needed to be strong. He needed to be Captain America, the hero everyone needed…he didn’t have time to be Steve Rogers.
He merely shook his head. “Never mind. Just…he’s been hurt, that’s all…really hurt.”
@freedomwriter76 @lightoverdarkness6 OK I gotta RP as the kits… XD also I’m changing Azul and Midna’s ages to 15
Azul
Three pairs of ears rose from the box in the corner of the dim room, each set varying in color. The black pair twitched to the right, and then the left, listening for the slightest of sounds or vibrations.
“Anything?”
“No.” Midna lowered herself until her ears were once again hidden by the large container the three kits hid behind. Her golden eyes scanned the room before focusing in on her twin’s face.
“They must be close. They wouldn’t just leave us.”
“Unless they were taken…” She hissed sharply.
“Without us knowing? I doubt that…”
“Bah, you boys would sleep through anything.”
Azul shrugged his small shoulders. “Alright…but you?” He tilted his head, one ear raised in question. Midna glowered, knowing she was beat.
“Alright. Fine. But if they weren’t taken then-” Her eyes went wide. She crouched down, maw opening wide, showing all of her sharp teeth. “Nico!”
Azul sharply turned his head, one paw in the air, tensed and ready. His ocean-colored fur stood on edge at the sight of a younger, cream-colored kit, now perched precariously on a windowsill quite a few feet away.
“What are you-?!” Midna sputtered.
“Lookieee!” Nico crooned, lifting a paw in the air and hanging his head out into the open air. Azul’s heart leapt, imagining if his brother were to lose his footing and fall…
Even if he landed on his feet…a fall from that height wouldn’t be pretty.
“Nico…” Azul said softly, stepping out from behind the crate. “Why don’t you come down and tell us what you see.”
“Don’t ask him, tell him! Get down here this instant!” Midna yelped, jumping up onto the box, eyes blazing.
Nico was still all smiles, tails swishing wildly. He sat down, looking like the tiny fox kitten he was.
“It’s real pretty! Auntie would love it!”
“I’m sure she would,” Azul smiled, “Come on now. Why don’t we go find everyone else now?”
Nico’s eyes brightened as he turned to face his brother. He nodded eagerly. “Alright!” He hopped down from the window, rushing back to the two. Midna jumped down, a low growl in her throat.
“What have I told you about running off?!” Midna said, raising up to her full height, which was quite a bit bigger then her younger brother. Nico frowned, ears falling to the side of his head.
“But I didn’t-”
“Let it go, Midna. He’s fine.” Azul stepped up, shaking his head.
Midna Glared at him before huffing and walking past them both. Nico let out a small whimper, ears still drooped. He looked at Azul.
“I didn’t mean to make her angry…”
Azul gave him a small smile. “Ah…don’t worry about it.” He rubbed his nose into his brother’s scruff, making Nico grin. “She’ll get over it. Just…stay close next time. Alright?” Nico nodded and the three set off.
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So how do y’all wanna work the splitting of Aaron and them’s group? This can also help with Dylan coming in and also Fen and Aria and them, cuz one group can run into them if u like.
im thinking maybe….
Ik I’d like Matt and Lila to still maybe be together and Asher and Kiri cuz it’s funny XD but other then that… ??♀️
Puck
Puck felt a small shudder reach down his spine. He glanced at the dark-haired man in front of him, and for a moment, the man glanced back, making the two meet eyes. Puck’s face paled.
He looked away, swallowing hard.
“That…explains things…” he whispered. Though obviously not quietly enough, as Steve gave him a curious glance.
Puck folded in on himself, looking away. He pinched his lips shut, wishing he could drown out all of the conflicting feelings roiling in his chest. All of the emotions fighting to take control of his mind.
His soul.
He knew from what his mother had taught him that emotions affected a lot…
They could affect how you thought…what you said…did…
Who you believed you were.
They could affect…everything.
And seeing as how…Puck had absolutely no control at this point whose emotions he could or couldn’t feel…and no way to fully distinguish which were his or others…
Things were extremely difficult for him.
Especially now since he was traveling so close to someone so…emotionally volatile.
Not that this was his first time.
Some of his own family was like that…
Like Aunt Corvina…she could be strong…
And Uncle November. He was always feeling. And Bren.
And…
Oof…Hadassah.
Actually…a lot of his friends and family were emotional people.
Probably why he was proclaimed to be a bit… “Anti-social.”
He blinked, looking down as something jerked his pants leg.
“Puuuuck…” Benji whined. “Play with me! Please?”
Puck glowered. “I don’t feel like playing.”
“But I wanna play! Please, Puck! Pretty please?” Benji whined all the more, clutching the bottom of Puck’s shirt. Puck let out a loud groan, pushing the kid away.
“I don’t feel like playing, Benj!”
“Ah, c’mon Puck, be a sport,” Lucien called from his position up front. Puck glared at him.
“He’s your brother! Why don’t you play with him?”
Lucien shrugged. “Didn’t ask me.”
Puck growled. Looked down to see Benji giving him the largest doe eyes possible.
“No, Benji! That doesn’t work on me. Go play your dumb games with Caden.”
Benji scowled, large crocodile tears forming in his eyes. He sniffled, turning around and scurrying to his blonde brother. Puck huffed, folding his arms and painfully trying to ignore the loud tattling of the black-haired child.
Puck is not having it XD XD
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#ProtectSebI’m kinda wondering if Bucky and Puck are gonna end up having some conflict… considering what already happened earlier.
Im sure Bucky is just kinda volatile rn and on edge and Puck is…having a rough go of it XD
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#ProtectSebAnd it’s easy for Puck’s attitude/demeanor to be misread by people
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Sorry it took me a while! 🙂 Is Fen and Aria in a room? Dylan can like open a door…to another hallway and there in there! Is that okay?
Vance
“Isn’t that right Bren? We were just having a discussion.” I said smoothly. Bren looked up a bit, and then, slowly nodded.
“Y-Yes…”
The girl narrowed her eyes.
“…Why do you think I would trust you!?”
I clenched my fists in aggravation, then took a deep breath and relaxed.
I can keep the act up for as long as it takes…as long as it takes to get that boy.
The other girl began speaking softly to the fiery one. She responded in a heated whisper.
I glanced back at Bren. He was looking up at me with wide eyes. I mouthed, “Don’t you dare say anything…or you’ll regret it.”
His eyes filled with fear and anger, but he nodded.
I turned my attention back to the two girls. After sharing a look, the other girl looked up and smiled at me.
“Forgive my…sister here. She’s a little…headstrong. Fierce, if you will. She didn’t mean to be unfriendly. I am Madelene, and this is Alex.” Alex crossed her arms…and was that an eye roll!?
I smiled and nodded. “Hello Madelene.” I turned to the other girl. “…Alex.”
“Would you like to accompany us as we search for my…other sons?” I asked amiably, smiling.
Maybe I can use these two…
Dylan
I clenched my fists in irritation, (He’s so much like Vance in that way, lol ??. Poor Dyl!) walking down the corridor of this accursed place.
How many times does this have to happen?! I don’t particularly like waking up in a new place, especially if it’s cold…and dark. Reminds me too much of…
I shuddered.
Nope, not gonna think about that.
I continued exploring the halls.
I wonder if Asher’s here…
My brow furrowed.
I hope he’s okay.
Suddenly, I heard voices through a door. I slowly approached it, listening intently for any familiarity to the voices.
I couldn’t tell given the thick wooden door.
Might as well.
I took a breath, then pulled open the door.
Asher
Aaron’s eyes widened, mouth opening in shock. “You…I…” then he stopped, his fists clenched.
I winced. He must be so angry at me…
Then, he laid a soft hand on my shoulder.
I flinched involuntarily, and he looked a bit startled.
“S-sorry…” I whispered.
He offered a small smile, shaking his head.
“We’re not taking you anywhere. I refuse to help him, and if he thinks he can force me…” Aaron clenched his other fist. “He’s wrong. But…we need your help. Anything you can do, maybe, to help me find my brother. Please…” He pleaded with his eyes.
No one had treated me with this much…mercy…other than Matt, Dyl, and Iris…since…I didn’t even remember when.
I smiled back, tears making my vision blurry. I quickly swept a hand across my eyes, wiping the tears away.
“Y-yeah…we can help…” I glanced at Matthew. He smiled.
I brought my attention back to Aaron. “We’ll help in any way that w-we can.”
Lila smiled, as did Kiri, who also placed a hand on my other shoulder.
“My cousin would never put anyone in danger willingly,” Kiri said. “Too much of a goody goody.”
Aaron smiled, albeit painfully.
“Aaron…” Lila stepped up to her cousin, wrapping her arms around him. “We’re going to find Bren. I know it…”
He nodded slowly. “Th-thank you.”
I took a deep breath, wondering how we could get Vance to give Bren back.
If only Iris were here…or…or Dylan. He would know what to do.
“I don’t know. Elias, Lily, Albert…?” Aaron whispered, turning to them, eyes pleading.
Lily bit her lip, glancing from Aaron to Elias and back to Aaron again.
Elias faced Aaron with a small smile…and he slowly nodded. “Splitting up might help.”
I jolted. Splitting up?
I took a deep breath, and nodded. It will be okay.
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Yea Dylan can meet them! If freedom is good with it
Bren
Bren buried his face into his knees, wishing he would wake up from this nightmare.
Where was Aaron? Why wasn’t he here yet?
What if…
What if he never found him?
Tears stung the back of Bren’s eyelids at the thought.
No…No. R-Ronnie would find him…he wouldn’t leave him!
W-Would he?
Fear creeped up Bren’s chest, spreading through him like a vine, wrapping around his very being.
“I said, isn’t that right, Bren.” Vance‘s voice made Bren jolt slightly. He looked up only to find the man glaring at him. He shuddered, then slowly nodded, though he had no idea what he was agreeing to.
“Good. Come along,” Vance said, reaching out a hand. Bren frowned, staring at it. Slowly, he took it, feeling an eery cold slide into him as he did.
He didn’t want to be near this man, much less hold his hand.
Or pretend he was his father.
No…Bren knew his father. And this man was nothing like him!
Bren kept his head down, focusing on his shoes, which toed at the stone ground.
“These girls are going to help us find your brothers…doesn’t that sounds good?” Vance’s grip tightened around Bren’s hand. He winced, looking at his hand turning white in the man’s grip. He made a small noise of pain, but not loud enough for the girls to hear. The look in Vance’s eyes made sure he didn’t.
He slowly nodded again, forcing himself to look at the two young girls. They looked at him kindly.
Perhaps…there was still a chance at rescue…
“Well, let’s go then.” Vance pulled Bren forward, towards the door, and then opened it, leading out into the vast darkness from before. Bren’s eyes widened. He’d forgotten about the dreadful hallway.
“Ladies first,” Vance motioned, grinning widely.
Bren whimpered, pulling away and behind Vance, but he was unable to get out of the man’s grip as the two girls went through the hall, one keeping a wary eye on Vance, until both had disappeared from sight.
As soon as they had, Vance turned with a vicious glare, pulling Bren forward and squeezing the little boy’s palm until he let out a small cry.
“Listen. You’re going to go through there, and you’re going to play pretend for as long as needed, alright?” He was close enough to Bren’s face now that he could feel Vance’s breath on his cheek.
“I want my brother…” Bren squeezed his eyes shut, sniffing.
“Well, maybe if your a good little boy I’ll take him with me too.” Vance said.
Bren blinked. Wait…was this man never going to let him go?
Was he…planning on keeping him…forever? Or…only until he got what he wanted?
“Now go!” Vance pushed the boy into the hall before he could ask, plunging him into darkness.
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@lightoverdarkness6. @godlyfantasy12.
I’m fine with Dylan joining Aria, Fen, Isabel, Jonathan, and Eli! ?
And however y’all wanna split up the group is fine with me, although I will say keep Albert with Elias or Lily, bc he wouldn’t do so well on his own without one of them…??
@freedomwriter76 kk @lightoverdarkness6 do y’all wanna RP? And light u have any preferences for splitting the groups?
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