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Paxton
Before Paxton could say anything, or do anything really, he felt his stomach lift into the air.
Riker grabbed him under the arms, stepping out of the way of crumbling stone as a piece of the ceiling above gave way.
Paxton let out a loud shriek, nails digging into Riker’s skin as the man bent down with the boy.
A figure landed in the rubble in front of them. Riker still gripped Paxton, making the boy squirm due to the contact, but also want to cherish it due to the uncertainty-why were emotions so confusing?
The figure, slowly rising to a sitting position, rubbed his head and shoulders, shaking the dust. He let out a loud groan, squinting in the darkness, his features lit only by the tiny light of Paxton’s crystal.
Paxton’s entire body shook, fingers twitching anxiously, tapping against Riker’s neck.
Wait…where was Hope?
He let out a strained grunt, tongue heavy. Unable to form words.
The sound of his name coming from the new figure barely registered.
This person knew him…?
Paxton blinked his bleary eyes.
Too dark…
Hope!
He gripped the crystal that gave off the light tighter in his palm, shutting off its light.
And in doing so, leaving the trio in darkness.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebSo I’m going to be joining soon does anyone have a group I can join XD that would be helpful
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
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Crosshair
The only dim light came from the little crystal Paxton was wearing.
Terrified, the boy grabbed the crystal close, plunging them into darkness.
“Paxton, it’s me.” Crosshair pulled a small flashlight off his belt and flicked it on, illuminating the three of them slightly. “Remember?”
He hoped his voice wasn’t too threatening. The boy didn’t seem to recognize him.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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Paxton
Paxton blinked, eyes stinging from the sudden brightness of the flashlight. He squeezed his eyes shut as the figure spoke once again.
“Paxton, it’s me. Remember?”
The voice was rough. Coarse. Not like Ember, or Wulf, or Vulpin…
But…
Paxton opened one eye, and, seeing the familiar scar along the man’s face, and the contouring of his features, he slowly began to recognize him.
Crosshair. He’d met him in the castle before. He thought he would be scary…but, he’d actually been nice.
Paxton’s shoulders relaxed a bit, fingers easing, allowing a bit of light to filter through from his crystal, not that it was needed as much anymore.
“Crosshair?” Riker raised a brow.
Did he know the man too?
Crosshair straightened, nodding. He offered what looked to be a strained smile at Paxton.
Paxton returned it, but his mind was still screaming at him about…something. His hands ached, mind burning.
Something was missing.
He let out a small whimper, leaning out of Riker’s arms.
Missing.
“What’s wrong, kid?” Crosshair asked, his rough voice rather soothing to the kid’s ears.
Paxton shook his head, a few tears escaping. His mouth was heavy. Dry. His fists clenched and he pounded them against his head as he spun around, searching.
Searching.
“Hey, hey,” Riker said, gently taking Paxton’s wrists to keep the boy from hurting himself. “Easy…we’re here to help you, alright?” Paxton’s tear-stained eyes met Riker’s blue. The boy sniffled.
“Can you tell us what’s wrong?”
Paxton processed the question and then shook his head. He couldn’t…
“That’s alright,” Riker said.
“Hey, where’s the kid’s ah…what is it…” Crosshair sighed, waving his hand as if trying to remember. “I don’t know, didn’t the kid always carry around a toy or something?”
Riker blinked, realization dawning. “The bear…ah.” He slowly released Paxton, wiping a few tears. “It’s alright, we’re gonna find her, okay?”
The boy nodded.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 Ha, you wrote Crosshair almost perfectly.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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@godlyfantasy12 aww, the BABY! 😭 @keilah-h
Riker
They began searching for the bear among the rubble of the roof, Crosshair’s flashlight their only light.
Paxton continued to cling to Riker, but he continued to search.
And Riker saw something. “Hey, Crosshair, I think I found it! Can you move your light more this way?”
@freedomwriter76 @godlyfantasy12
Crosshair
“Hey, I think I found it.” Riker said. “Can you shine your light this way?”
Crosshair tilted the flashlight to where Riker was gesturing. Sure enough, there was Paxton’s bear, almost trapped beneath the rocks.
Riker grabbed the bear, dusted it off, and handed it to Paxton, the boy giving a cry of delight and nuzzling his face into its fur.
“You’re just like my brother.” Crosshair muttered.
He looked up at Riker. “How did you get down here?” he asked.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@freedomwriter76
Oh could I also join? Haha, I know you guys have a lot of people on this right now so I could wait if needed 🙂
I could definitely use some practice in character development 🤣
WE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
Oops, I was looking at the page before this where @smiley asked to join. Lol
WE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
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@hybridlore of course, everyone is welcome; the more the merrier!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
@freedomwriter76
Thanks!!! 😉 I actually don’t know what character I would put in . . . XD
I’ll maybe join later tonight? Haha I’m actually supposed to be doing homework right now. . . so . . . yeah 🤣
WE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
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um I’m not sure if this was in his previous description, but Maddox wears very nice looking clothes, including a white button down shirt, a black vest, and a tie. He also has a short baton on his belt, and a shoulder holster with a loaded revolver in it. (Just a normal revolver right now. I’m still trying to figure out sci-fi weapons. It might magically change later.)(Also, don’t worry, I won’t actually let him shoot anyone.)
Maddox
Callin Maddox strode through the smoke, his calm but alert eyes carefully scanning the shadows. There was a whisper of footsteps, and Ace appeared at his side, walking slightly behind him.
“I’ve found two qilanans and four of a race I don’t recognize, none of which are a threat. Still no sign of the target.” Ace spoke quietly but eagerly. His yellow reptilian eyes darted about, unable to settle on any one spot.
Maddox spoke in a tired voice. “Don’t bother with the others. Just find him quickly, Ace. Smoke bombs are expensive and I don’t want this one to be wasted.”
Another faint whisper, and Ace was gone, back into the haze. Maddox watched the place he had been.
When he turned back he was surprised to see he was not alone. The smoke had cleared enough here that he could clearly see five figures. There were four adults, at least three of which were armed, and a kid sitting on the floor. All of them were looking at him.
“Ah,” he said, blinking away his momentary surprise. He switched to a calm reasonable voice. “You must be some of Dante’s companions. I’m Callin Maddox. You wouldn’t happen to be able to tell me where he went, would you?”
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Also, sorry that was later than I said it would be.
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
@freedomwriter76 I think it’s your turn for our “Traumatized Boys Group”…..lol just came up with that.
Crosshair just asked Riker how he and Pax got down there.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Hazel
The first thing Hazel did when she arrived was trip over her own feet and topple to the unfamiliar cobblestone ground. Not what she would have preferred, but when you’re at your homeland one moment, and everything around you suddenly fades away and you end up in a strange place the next, she supposed it was somewhat understandable.
After scrambling to her feet she scanned her surroundings, her wide eyes darting every which way – a formidable sight to any potential outsiders with her unapproachable attributes: wild jet-black hair with mean yellow streaks like lightning bolts, broad face with chiseled jawline and a menacing brow with a striking gaze all the more pronounced by her dark skin – a gaze that could pierce through the very walls of the castle-like structure peering from beyond the trees, heavy iron armor bedecked with spikes and sharp edges, with burly arms and shoulders to boot. To an outsider she might have looked like a hawk scanning for something to eat, but really it was more like a sparrow scanning for said hawk hoping she doesn’t get eaten.
She crept toward the castle, careful to stay in the shadows and as out of sight as physically possible with her large form (not all that possible, really). She didn’t see any signs of intelligence, but every once in a while she would hear a voice or two some distance away in one direction or another. The air smelled like blossoms, dried hay, and… was that a hint of smoke? She knew these smells from her homeland, but nothing about this place felt like her homeland……
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(OOC: So this is Hazel! Quick side note for roleplay purposes, she grew up in a place where she had to act tough and where anyone could turn around and attack her at any moment. As a result she will absolutely come across to other people as threatening… unfriendly at the very least. And aggressive when she feels threatened. Really she’s a scaredy cat but she has been trained to hide that. Just some clarifications, I’ll leave it open for anyone to encounter her. Have fun)
You can pronounce it however you want.
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