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Ah, but normal life is so interesting! Idk, I just find writing those kind of scenes fun XD Thx for clarifying!
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Oki-doki, I just do WhAtEveR. Got it.
Thx Freedom for that!
And also for existing đ
…I have no idea why I wanted to say that, but, um, hope that doesn’t sound weird…? XD
âEverything is a mountainâ
@freedomwriter76 AHHH RIKERâS MAMA?!?! THE AMAZING JENNIE?!?!
Also Pax is gonna be squished XD
Paxton
Pax squeaked as Rikerâs sudden movements jostled him. He gripped the man tighter, clinging on for dear life as he rushed to his mother, giving her a hug with his free hand, no longer Supporting Paxton quite as intensely.
Paxton struggled in the group hug, feeling squished and hot and sweaty. His nerves buckled and twisted and he whined, writhing in Rikerâs grip.
Riker took a step back, as if realizing he still held the small boy in his arms. He chuckled a bit, patting Paxtonâs back soothingly. âAhâŠsorry there budâŠâ
Paxton didnât reply, instead he tucked his face into Rikerâs shirt, eyes barely peeking out in order to catch a glimpse of this new arrival.
RikerâsâŠMotherâŠ
HowâŠstrange it was for him to greet her in such a way. The way Josie greeted most everyone. Excitement rising in his brows, and that same fond, gentle look in his eyes as Arabella, whenever she gazed at any of her friends.
The woman glanced Paxtonâs way, making his blood run cold. He froze, fingers tightening around Rikerâs shirtfront.
Instead of a piercing gaze of disdain, though, Paxton was quickly met with a kind, gentle look. One he was often met with now that he was in the company of his new friends. His sister.
The woman looked him over not with a steely, X-ray-like vision, as if trying to see through him and ascertain his flaws, but with warmth andâŠ
Compassion.
Paxton nuzzled his head into Rikerâs chest, blue eyes staring into this womanâs. She smiled, and Paxtonâs heart filled with warmth.
Was this how real motherâs felt?
Paxton had once asked Bella if all motherâs were like his ownâŠ
Cruel. Harsh. Manipulative.
Sheâd quickly told him otherwise. Though sheâd met quite a fewâŠless than honorable parents, his own mother included, Bella said sheâd also met and heard of a many good.
And her own was among them.
And one dayâŠPaxton would get to meet them.
ThoughâŠdespite Bellaâs storyâŠPaxton was a bit wary.
He trusted Bella! He did! ButâŠcould what she said really be true?
But nowâŠwith Rikerâs mother hereâŠhe wondered ifâŠmaybe it really wasâŠ
(that was kinda rushed but yea lol)
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@whalekeeper Yw!! <3
@keilah-h @godlyfantasy12 AWW, PAX!!! đđand yessss, isn’t Jennie amazing!?!?!? đđđ
Jennie
The small child that clung to Riker…Jennie knew it wasn’t one of her grandbabies…but he seemed so…scared.
Jennie smiled gently, lovingly. “There, there, my dear…there is no need to be afraid. No one will hurt you, my child…you are safe.”
Paxton glanced back at her. Jennie smiled. “May I have your name, child? It is quite alright if you don’t wish to give it…I do understand, my dear.”
@freedomwriter76 GAH SHEâS SO SWEET đ @keilah-h
Paxton
Paxton fiddled with Rikerâs shirt, his small arm tightly wrapped around Hopeâs neck, keeping the bearâs head secure while the rest of her jostled around.
He shyly looked away, unsure.
âYou can trust herâŠpromise,â Riker said, voice soft as a whisper. Paxton looked back at Riker and then at his mother, Jennie.
âPa-axtonâŠâ He whispered, rubbing his cheek against one of Hopeâs ears. His stomach growled once more, though a bit quieter this time. He paled, quickly glancing at the not-so-nice men and lady standing nearby.
He didnât want them to argue againâŠdidnât want them to talk about him againâŠas if he werenât even thereâŠ
Visible yet invisible.
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@godlyfantasy12 Aww, Pax!!! đ„čđđđ
Riker
Jennie smiled lovingly at Paxton, already loving him as if he were her own. “My, Paxton…isn’t one sweet child hungry?” She turned to the others. “I believe we should get some food for this sweet child. Is anyone willing to come?”
Hans slowly nodded, faking a smile. “Indeed, Mrs. Schind. How have you been faring?”
“Wonderful, Hans…simply wonderful. I have my family, so what more could I ask for?”
“How do you know each other?” Frida asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hans faced his sister-in-law. “She is Franz’s wife…Franz has been my friend for several years.”
Jennie smiled and nodded. “He and Franz have been friends since shortly after the Great War…Hans used to visit many times, why, even when my children were still small!”
Hans laughed and nodded in agreement. “Indeed, Mrs. Schind…I do remember a young Riker and Angelina…energetic children, even if Riker was rather…troublesome.”
“Has that really changed?” Frida mused.
Riker stiffened, shifting Paxton slightly, keeping him steady with both arms.
Fin’s gentle hand rested on Riker’s shoulder. “We’re pleased to have you with us, Mrs. Schind…now, how about we go find that food we have been talking about for so long?”
Jennie turned with a smile and nodded. “Of course…I would love nothing more than to get some food for this lovely child.”
âŠIâm going to explore⊠an older version of Seb XD Because why not?
He may be⊠kinda more serious? Since heâs older (fifteen). But he still falls onto humor and overly dramatic inner monologues as a default reaction to things, so thatâs a plus.
Sebastian
Along the shifting corridors and chambers of a mysterious castle, a long hall remained temporarily still.
It had no obvious purpose, other than to display a variety of golden pieces along one side, and tall, velvet-curtained windows on the other.
There was a flash of light, and a figure breathed deeply as he came into existence.
His dress shoes sank into the thick scarlet carpet.
It was a small, yet softly poised young man, with strongly defined eyebrows, laced with scars, and a ragged blond head. His silky, dark red clothes fit him perfectly, and glimmered like tinsel, as if reflecting his orange gaze.
He stood there for a few moments in pure silence.
Let out a shaky breath.
Then he traced the air with tiny gloved hands as he strode down the hall, and danced gracefully to a melody only he could hear.
Twirling shadows of previous forms – laughter, elegance, love manifesting itself within a single waltz – seeped out of the carpet as he stepped on it, and spiraled around him like the facets of a dark diamond.
Then fell away, dead once more.
He had a strange, pale glow about his face – almost as if he had crossed a burning barrier, and been left dazzling white.
But this did not faze him. On the contrary, he wore it like the opposite of a mask – like a new identity. A new purpose. A new, predetermined cause of death, met with open arms.
Voices echoed in the walls, squishing together until reminiscing of an orchestra, warming up.
Sebastian paused.
Listened.
âEverything is a mountainâ
@whalekeeper scarsâŠwhere did he get all the scarsâŠ? đ„ș
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#ProtectSebWell, a life as a vigilante leaves you with a few wounds, naturally XD
The scars are mostly from the explosions he and rivals have caused. He is actually partly immune to the effects, since explosion are a part of his set powers. But he occasionally gets nicked on the face, or arms.
He doesn’t always try to heal them – sometimes because he doesn’t have time, sometimes because he thinks they look cool and mature XD
He is actually super delicate though, otherwise.
So nuclear bombs can’t kill him, but a simple kick on the shins… XD It’s a really interesting dynamic to play with, and entertaining at times (for me at least).
Actually his biggest “scar” you might notice at this point on the timeline, is that he finds it hard to breathe.
That’s about the only huge change to his health I can think of. Possible asthma problems, pressure on his chest when he’s stressed out or glitching around too much. He wasn’t originally like that, but a certain TIGHT spot he got into… that’s when he got hurt. And now it’s just a teensy-weensy bit harder for him to squeeze out of trouble.
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@whalekeeper Could I perhaps have a character join Seb?
I have one that I think would be InTEReSTiNg to see with Sebastian XXD
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@whalekeeper oh, unless you are joining a group already…just now read the whole RP as a whole piece, lol…đđ
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Oh, you can ToTaLLy do that đ I hadnât chosen which group to join anyway.
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@whalekeeper Ok!!!
Well, here we go then!!!
(i know you’ve seen a lot of my characters in the School AU…but they’re different here, lol…just don’t imagine him as a teenager anymore đ)
wish I could post a reference photo…BUT PICS ARE BROKEN…AGAIN *slams head on table* XXDLeo
His footsteps echoed on the stone floor.
Alone…
There wasn’t much worse than that.
Leo pulled his brown coat tighter around his shoulders, as the yellow Star Of David on the left breast shone even in the candlelight.
Undeniably, with his plain clothes, tan skin, dark brown hair, and chocolate eyes…he blended in…maybe even a little…too much?
Ah, maybe he didn’t want to be found anyways.
Footsteps.
Someone else was nearby.
Leo carefully inched further into the shadows, pulling the dagger he always carried on his side, just in case the person was a little…unfriendly.
This castle didn’t exactly grant him the best of luck.
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Cool!! â€ïž
Sebastian
As Sebastian approached the end of the hall, a dark figure flickered past him in the corner of his eye.
Sebastian stopped. Whirling around on his heel, the quick snap of rhythm blossoming sparks around his wrists, he shoved the tip of a pistol at the strangerâs forehead.
âI donât even need a good reason. What do you want from me?â
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@whalekeeper Oh, goodness, Seb đ
Leo may not take too kindly to this…heh
Leo
A figure came out of the shadows, instantly brandishing a pistol and shoving it against Leo’s forehead.
âI donât even need a good reason. What do you want from me?â
One hand still on his dagger, Leo shoved the pistol away from his head. “I did nothing to you, and you come out brandishing a pistol,” He shoved the pistol out of the young man’s hand; it clanged to the floor, “and I don’t settle with unnecessary violence.”
(oof, this is already escalating XD)
@freedomwriter76
The tension XDXD
Sebastian
Sebastian leaned to one side, stared straight into the strangerâs eyes. âI donât like being underdressed at a party.â
He slipped a dagger out of his opponentâs grip without changing his expression at all – then waved it about absently, like a cigar. âSo Iâm always overdressed. Itâs a valid doctrine, and I believe you were the one who just validated it.â
âEverything is a mountainâ
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