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I was planning on RPing as Zyrin today, but I got caught up with Namal’s and Serin’s
I’m sorry! If I somehow forget tomorrow, don’t hesitate to remind me
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@freedomwriter76
Huricane Hair XDXD Gosh…Tony’s already given Tauren a nickname XDXDXD. That’s hilarious.
Oh yes he does. I love his nicknames XD. Probably my favorite is ‘Shakespeare in the Park’ with Thor XD. Or maybe Build-a-bear for Rocket…XD
*GASPS* OMG THAT IS AWESOME!!! XDXD I LOVE IT!!!!
#HugRikerSquad
Uh sure! Not really sure what to do with Asher/Ara…
You got any ideas?
#HugRikerSquad
XDXD so glad you like it,, thanks!
(You might want to say something other than omg, I know you probably meant gosh but it’s generally taken to mean something else) đ
Yeah I think freedom had a stroke of genius with the hurricane hair nickname lol
"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
Yeah! You’re a great artist!
Oof, yeah. I’m sorry! Yes, I did mean gosh, but I’ll remember to say something else next time. đ
Thank you for telling me! đ
#HugRikerSquad
@theloonyone @loopylin Sorry I’m so late. I was out on a trip, and yesterday was my birthday. So hopefully I’ll get back into the swing of things now….
Crosshair
âI just woke up here. A few minutes ago. Are there more people here?â the man asked. Apparently his name was Elliot.
“There are.” Crosshair explained. “Exactly why we’re here in the first place.”
He noticed cabinets lining one wall behind the new character–maybe there was something in there. He walked over, keeping his eyes on Elliot the whole time..
He turned to Elissa now. “Help me look. And you–“–He looked back at Elliot–“You’re welcome to join us, but be aware that if your intentions aren’t helpful, I have no problem in shooting you. And I don’t miss.”
Feather
âIâve just gotten a little tired of sitting and waiting. Figured I could come along.” said Milo. “Do you think there is anything we can do while weâre stuck here? Iâve been meeting more and more people who have been here longer than I have and it makes me wonder if there is a way out.â
âWell there is not much for me to do if I cannot fit through the front door.â Aurivis replied, his wings flicking. âI am sure there is a way out, though, Milo. Did you not say earlier, Feather, that you had been here before?â
“I have.” Feather told him, nodding.
“Good.” rumbled Aurivis. “Now, you spoke about Miloâs friend needing medical help? What ails him?â
“He hit his head somehow.” explained Feather. “He’s in a bedroom deep in the castle. Crosshair and Elissa–one of Milo’s other friends–are out looking for medicine or something. Why, do you have a plan?”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@mineralizedwritings @princesachronicle22 @loopylin
Allen
Serin collapsed, having decapitated the monster. Ellie shouted her name.
She and Allen knelt beside the creature.
Layson comes by too. “Serin, you all right?”
Ellie suddenly jumped to her feet. “Wait! Where’s Dante?”
“I’ll find him.” Allen looked around.
There.
In the water.
Something red, and not blood. Solid.
Allen reached in to try to grab the creature. He was too far in.
My father will kill me for ruining my uniform….. he thought.
He jumped in anyway.
(@loopylin You can RP from Dante’s perspective about Allen pulling him out)
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@keilah-h @princesachronicle22 @mineralizedwritings
Dante
An arm grabbed around Danteâs middle just as he began choking on water. They rose quickly and broke the surface. Dante gasped and immediately began coughing.
He finally opened his eye and saw that it was Allen who had pulled him up and was now bringing him towards the wall of the fountain. Still coughing, he reached for the fountain wall and pulled himself over the edge. Allen followed. Ellie rushed over and kneeled down next to him.
âDante! Are you ok? Why werenât you swimming?â
âI⌠canât…â Dante responded in between quick breaths and splutters.
âOh, right.â
His coughing fit faded so he sat up, trying to regulate his breathing. He then gave Ellie a sly smile.
âWhy? Were you worried about me?â
Ellieâs eyes grew wider and her cheeks turned slightly pink. She stood back up so that she was now looking down at him, which was a rare occurrence for her. Then she crossed her arms and tried her best to look stern.
âDonât get cocky, Pyro. I was only worried about losing the bounty reward on your head.â
Dante grinned at her in response. A smile tugged at the corners of Ellieâs mouth, but she turned and walked away to the rest of the group before Dante could really see it.
As Ellie walked away, Dante glanced up at Allen, who was still standing nearby.
âThanks⌠for saving me.â
âNothing says autumn like slurpinâ apples.â -my uncle
âWhy? Were you worried about me?â
Ellieâs eyes grew wider and her cheeks turned slightly pink.
AHH is this what I think it is??? Because I love it XD
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@princesachronicle22 I WAS WONDERING THE SAME THING!!!!!!!
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 @godlyfantasy12
Sorry y’all, I’ve been really busy lately. (There was a Quiz Tournament this weekend.) Things are also going to continue busy for… A long time. XD I should still be able to do one RP a day, but… We’ll see. As of right now, if I don’t RP just put YosĂ wherever it’s convenient. đ
Also!! I think I might have found a few songs for YosĂ: ‘Hu Yavo (He Will Come)’ and ‘Bring Us Back’, both by Joshua Aaron. [‘Bring Us Back’ is based on Psalm 137:1-4 and… there’s a part in the song when children join the singers, and my heart…]; Then ‘Hiding Place’ by Urshan College, which can go for Alyona as well.
Also, apparently it’s first aid to lay someone who fainted on their back… We’ll just waive that.
YosĂ
YosĂ stood frozen as November crumpled into Grimm. Something tickled at the edge of his memory like a wisp of acrid smoke, fixing his feet to the floor as the dark headed young man struggled to support his friend.
âIs he alright?” Random words started slipping out in a voice like his, only terrified. “What happened?!â
The little boy, Paxton drew away and huddled guiltily a few feet away. YosĂ glanced at him and shook himself free of the wall.
“Lay him down softly.” He helped Grimm lower November down onto the floor. The red head’s face was pale, and his hands were cold, but he was breathing.
“Did you see how he was hurt?”
Grimm nodded, his eyes growing bitter. “His back was bleeding.”
YosĂ frowned, his brow rumpling in thought. Uncertainty pounded in his head, calling for him to stop. To run. He took a breath.
“I’ll get some water. Don’t move him.” YosĂ jumped up and spun to find the passage. Down the hall he went, his feet slapping the stone like words of a wordless prayer.
He returned to find Grimm cradling November’s head. He was whispering something to Paxton at which the little boy’s face had lifted. Both watched November, who seemed to have roused a little, but not much.
YosĂ washed his hands and approached them as quietly as he could while carrying a few bunches of herbs, an earthen bottle of water, and a handful of raggs. Grimm looked up as he knelt down again.
“What are you going to do?”
“I know a little about these things, if it’s what I think it is.” YosĂ shrugged and handed him the bottle of water.
Grimm studied him. A flicker of pain touched his eyes and he gave a short nod, his gaze sliding away.
They turned November over, careful not to jostle him any more than necessary. He gave a soft moan and lay weakly, his eyes closed.
YosĂ grimaced.
An ugly rent ran down from November’s shoulder, coloring his shirt.
“It’s just one stripe.” YosĂ let out a tense breath. “Not very deep either.”
He swallowed his tears and began to wash the wound. At every daub of the cold water, twinges slid up and down his own back. When he crushed the herbs, their smell was familiar, like an old bruise. As he worked, he hummed little snatches of song to himself to keep his mind on his work.
Finally, they were done. They made November as comfortable as they could for the moment, and Paxton came over to sit beside him.
YosĂ dropped back against the wall and let the tension leave his body.
“Thank you.” Grimm’s voice spoke nearby.
“You’re welcome. Very welcome. It was nothing.” He opened his eyes and grinned. “After all, it’s good to see things mended once in a while.”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon AHH YOSĂ đ I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! Also ur good gurl! It was so worth the wait!!!
Grimm
Grimm studied the lad who now sat cross-legged a few inches away from he and November. He frowned, recognizing the look in the boyâs eyes.
The eyes of someone whoâd grown up far too quickly.
Paxton inched forward, eyes unwavering from November. He reached out a shaky hand towards his back, as if pulled by something inside.
âMaybe let him restâŚ?â Grimm said, soft as the breeze, so not to frighten the snow-haired boy. It was obvious he wasnât currently in the present.
His eyes shot up with a gasp, pupils retracting. He put his hand behind his back. âS-SorryâŚâ
Grimm shook his head, giving a small smile, âItâs alright.â He looked down at the ginger. Brushed a few curls from his face.
Hopefully this would allow him to get some much needed restâŚ
Heâd been through a lot recently. All of them had.
But November had seemedâŚ
Off recentlyâŚ
Or maybe it was just Grimm overthinking things like he sometimes did. He looked up at YosĂ and Paxton with a smile.
âI didnât get to introduce you two. Paxton, this is YosĂ.â He nodded toward the newcomer, whoâd shown much courage in the few moments theyâd met. âYosĂ, this is our Snowflake, Paxton.â
Paxton buried half of his face into Hope. His hello was barely audible. His blue eyes ticked to the mark on the boyâs face, but then quickly, almost immediately, looked away.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@elishavet-pidyon if ur still on and since itâs just us speaking u can RP again if u like, but thatâs up to u đ
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 @godlyfantasy12 It makes me so happy that you like him so much.
I would like to.
YosĂ
They called the boy their Snowflake. It did fit his white hair and blueishly pale complexion, although it might have been given him for more reasons. Snowflakes were beautiful and precious, and they were never the same.
His large blue eyes peeped out from behind his tattered plaything. YosĂ smiled at them, although the usual bolt if pain stung him.
People never saw past the brand. At least not at first.
Yet his heart was warm and his voice soft.
“As they say, peace to you and yours.” He said with a grin, and he meant it.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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