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@koshka btw u wanna RP next for our group?
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#ProtectSebAlso, gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed writing November’s lovestruckness in my last RP XD, y’all are welcome for any cheesiness hehe 😅
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Mikkel
Ezra smacked himself full in the face. Strange. This officer hit himself, not his soldiers.
“You’re right. And, forgive me if I’m intruding, but, how do you know castles so well?”
Oh, that.
“I spent much of my childhood at my Uncle’s estate and the Squirey.”
Eyebrows rose.
“It’s a court boarding school”
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@godlyfantasy12. I DO remember that! And yes, Riker has a long thin scar on his left cheek that his horrible father caused when he was a young teen. Poor November and Riker. *sobs*
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@koshka. Ezra would never hit anyone. Except a jerk. XD Especially if that jerk is hurting a friend or a lady. Ezra’s such a Southern Gentleman. 😉
Eva
“Interesting.” Ezra murmured.
“I went to a boarding school for a time.” Eva whispered. Not the best time of her life.
But not the worst, either.
“The girls were pretty mean though.”
“My parents didn’t have that kind of money. All the money they had was spent on keeping us in a home and fed. Plus, they had a farm to pay for.” Ezra shrugged. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to go to a boarding school anyways. Too many people that go there are living in high cotton.”
“No one is going to understand your Southern Expressions Ezra.” Eva replied with a wink.
“…Too many people that go there are living well off. Like rich peacocks.” Ezra replied. Chuckled.
“…Mikkel, you seemed surprised when Ezra face-palmed himself.” Riker whispered, soft. He seemed to notice things other people looked over.
Odd.
Zlatan
“Good. Ve need to move.”
He turned, searching for the group.
Here was Vulkasin, gazing longingly at the stone wall. There’s Arabella, looking to the stars.
And Novembré standing stock still, wide eyed and open faced.
The brothers shared a look.
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#ProtectSebLyn & Nyx
“Slowpoke,” Lyn trilled, sliding to a stop near a tree.
”I beat you by a mile!” Nyx hissed playfully.
”Mm, sure.” Lyn grinned, looking back. She waved when she saw Alyona, sitting at the foot of a tree a few feet away. She knew the girl had followed her, and had welcome the game of chase initiated by it, thought the girl hadn’t kept up for long.
Lyn tended to wear people out fairly quick. Thankfully Nyx matched her energy levels to a tee.
Lyn quickly found she’d separated herself and Alyona from the group a bit, having inadvertently discovered a mini-area all on it’s own in the garden, though, she wasn’t too worried. After all, Alyona had followed, and no one had rushed in to stop them from going any further.
One of the group said something from the other area, but Lyn’s heart was pounding with adrenaline, and she didn’t hear the full sentence.
The main point she’d heard was ”drink.”
Which at the moment sounded nice. She looked down, noticing for the first time that her companion was breathing a bit heavy. She grimaced.
She needed to pay more attention to him.
Scooping him up, she nuzzled his fur and whispered, “Let’s find something to drink, huh, love?”
“Eh, fine by me.” He said, nonchalantly, but Lyn could tell by the slight glimmer in his eyes that he was thankful for her recommendation.
Nyx hated to beg.
Lyn looked up and saw the rest of the gang shuffle into the area. She smiled and waved. “‘Bout time! We’ve been waiting!”
”Lyn, it’s been like…5 minutes?” November, who was unusually red around the ears, replied.
“You know I’m impatient.”
She raised a brow at him, glancing back and forth from him to Ara. Lyn wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making November blush furiously once again, his bright eyes widening.
Ara saw none of this.
Obviously.
Lyn snickered. Nyx groaned.
“Could we maybe ask about some water now?”
“Ooh, yea!” Lyn exclaimed, “Hey, Vik,” Lyn said casually, calling Viktor by a nickname she’d just made up. It took him a second to realize she was speaking to him. “You mentioned something about drinks? Where’s that?”
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 @koshka can I just say I am literally LOVING the interactions between all these different SOLDIERS?!?! LIKE BRUUUUUHHHH
The part when Mikkel goes after Ezra and talks to him like a soldier is like pure GOLD FOR MY HEART!!
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@elishavet-pidyon u can go next btwand hey y’all, would y’all wanna meet up before we meet Ocran again? Or do y’all wanna meet up with Ocran soon (like a short interaction, not the main “battle XD”) and then meet up with each other’s charries? Cuz I’m now super excited/impatient for the charries to meet the new soldier charries and Eva XD I’m in love with them
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I love how you’re writing his this way. It makes me feel right at home.
Mikkel
Face-palmed?
Mikkel slowly brought him hand to his forehead.
Face-to-palm.
“Yes. I’ve never seen an officer hit himself.” The rifle strap twisted back and forth in his hand. “I’m sorry ma’am, for the school.” He bowed and staightened his helmet. “But sir, you grew up on a farm?”
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Fork the GorkThanks! I love it too!
I think they need to meet each other, then learn who Ocran is, than we can have the ‘battle’. XD
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Fork the Gork@koshka u mean where? Cuz we already know who he is
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#ProtectSebXD Lynn is great; I love her. XD
Viktor
“Hay, Vick.”
What had that blonde girl called him? Because he had to assume she meant him.
Not that he minded nicknames, but he just liked to know to whom a sentence was directed. And why Vick? He’d been called many names in his life, Little Screamer, Ami, Young Mynclais, and the most common, Vitya, a VoyageFolk derivative of his seafaring name. Never Vick.
A stifled giggle brought him out of his shock. Alya had given her hiding spot away. Viktor grinned and turned back to Jocelyn.
“There is a rainwater cistern near the back over there.” He gestured down the path. Closer to the far building.
For the life of him, he couldn’t remember what it was.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@elishavet-pidyon btw, do you want Ocran to meet Corvina??
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