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I’ll give the rest of the characters a chance to choose before I rp again
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Ben Gunn and Flare – Group 1, Everstrand edge
“We’ll stick with you Baron,” Flare put his hand on his shoulder.
Ben raised his head from his half-sleep, “Who are we sticking with?”
“Baron.”
“Who?”
Flare pointed at Baron, a little frustrated, “This guy!”
“Oh, okay, I’ll be up in just in a sec.” I’m getting too old for this.
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
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Baron (Brutus)—with Group 1
Brutus froze in his tracks as Flare used his true name. “Wh-what did you just c-call me?” Brutus went as blank as a sheet, almost as if he was going to pass out.
I have no preference of where exactly Jenna goes
"You need French Toast."
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Ben Gunn and Flare – Group 1, Everstrand edge
Flare looked confused, “Isn’t that your name? I could’ve sworn it was. Though I guess the spell has been wrong before.” Flare looked like he was pondering.
“Why the heck would it matter if we know your name or not… uuuuuuugh, ow, I hate being old.” Ben was on his feet now.
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
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Baron (Brutus)—with Group one for now
“Spell, what spell?” Brutus liked almost frantic, emotion finally seeping into his voice. “What have you done?!”
"You need French Toast."
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Ben Gunn and Flare – Group 1, Everstrand edge
“When I healed you, the song tells me things about you, not a lot, but some,” Flare came up to Baron’s ear, “You don’t have to worry, I know very little about your past.”
“Wait, hold on,” Ben turned to Flare, “I thought you said it wasn’t a spell.”
“It’s spell-like, sorry, I’m not the greatest at spell terminology.”
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
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Marcel — Elderstrand (w/Group 1)
Pain rung in Marcel’s skull; he felt as if something had woken him up, but he couldn’t hear anything. His ears were definitely bleeding, since his rose-colored hair had begun to clump with a darker color.
Everything was numb. Dark, wet, and shockingly numb.
He tried to prop himself with his elbow, and stared at the blurred figures around them. They stood or lay around him. Some looked uncertain of which way to go, and others had begun to move in a different direction.
“What… Where are you going?” He tried to come to a crouch position, cradling his hand, and fell back onto his side.
Ugghh…
He was going to throw up. It was such a splitting headache, almost like a white hot brand. He tucked his face away from the others, holding it in stoically.
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Felicity
“I don’t have time for a conference!” Everyone in this group seemed so distracted. She was ready to just leave on her own, but the tiniest ghost of a sense of survival made her hesitate a few seconds.
“What… Where are you going?” Marcel was up. Or at least trying to be.
“You’re hurt, kid. Go back to sleep. Don’t worry about us.”
She gave him one quick, concerned look before pointing at the others.
“Ellis. You two. And blond guy. Thanks for volunteering. Try to keep up.” With that, she took a running start and leapt, braids flying behind her, onto the neighboring roof. Following Benny, who ran flat along the ground like a shadow, she continued running and leaping, roof after roof, an icy anger fueling her onward.
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Baron (Brutus)—Group 1, about to follow Fel.
“My name isn’t Baron!” Brutus hissed, pushing Flare away. “Whatever you think you saw, you were wrong!”
Brutus’s attention was then caught by the girl who he was going to follow, He took her “try to keep up” as a little insulting. There was no way that this girl was faster than he when he charmed the wind. As she took off, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Brutus followed, keeping close but not close enough to be on her heels.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully đź’•)And blond guy.
If this was meant to refer to Baron, he has white hair. Though, right now it will look silver because of the moon
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Ben Gunn and Flare – Group 1, Rooftop following Fel
Flare’s eyes widened in shock, was he really wrong. Well, not he, but the spell… or ability… whatever you want to call it. But the spell was only wrong once, and that was because it was his first time casting it. Flare recalled Baron’s reaction; He’s trying to hide something.Â
“Oh, boy here we go. Hurrraaay, more rooftop jumping. It’s not like I need to sleep or anything. No, no, it’s fine, old Ben Gunn is not important whatsoever.” Ben was trying to catch up to their leader but was behind a little. Flare gave Ben a side eye. “What?!”
Flare chuckled as he shook his head. He stayed behind with Ben to try and help the old man, if need be, but he often looked ahead to Baron. I know his name is Baron. Though I feel bad now, I should’ve said I knew his name and that’s all. But that would be a lie. Well, it’s too late now, I guess I will confront him later alone.Â
“What are ya thinking about?” Ben asked Flare, seeing Flare’s eyes in a thinking state.
“Oh, uh, nothing you need to worry about.”
“It’s that Baron guy your worried about, eh?”
Flare nodded.
“I can see he’s hurt in some way but now is not the time to worry about it. We have a job, so get back to earth and help. You can help him later.”
Flare nodded, he knew what Ben said was wise, so he acted upon it. “I shall help him later.”
“Good. Oh, BLAST IT! The bloody knee! No, no, I’m fine, let’s continue.” And they continued following behind the leader of the group.
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)Though, right now it will look silver because of the moon
It’s daytime right now, when Flare healed Baron, I said it was turning into day.
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)Page 30 if you are curious
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
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Marcel — Elderstrand (w\some of Group 1)
Felicity said something to him, but her voice sounded like a faint buzz underwater. No matter, she was clearly leaving, and a bunch of the group followed close behind.
Marcel watched the white braids fly off, brow furrowed in worry. He would hate to see her get hurt on his watch.
What are you thinking? She wasn’t on anyone’s watch but her own.
Five people still stood around, hurriedly discussing something. Marcel couldn’t stand up, so their discussion was a mystery
From where he sat, he looked up at the first person he recognized, who happened to be Leon. “Are the metal monsters gone?”
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Leon and Julian— Elderstrand (w\some of Group 1)
Leon watched as the girl raced off, followed by Ben, Flare, and Brutus. Or, was it Baron. Leon’s brows drew together. Something wasn’t right about him. whatever the case, Leon was secretly glad he was gone. though part of him desperately longed to help the young man, he knew he could become a liability and compromise the safety of the team. It didn’t take much to push someone like that over the edge.
The boy with wings slowly looked up, and Leon glanced over at him, before looking back the way Baron and the others had gone.
“Are the metal monsters gone?”
“Hmm?” Leon asked, turning back to Marcel.
“Are the metal monsters gone?”
“Monsters?” Leon’s brow furrowed. Then his expression cleared. “Oh, you mean those huge… knight…. things….” He trailed off. Come to think of it, “monster” wasn’t a bad name for them. He shook his head slightly and looked back at the Marcel. “Yeah. I think so.” He leaned against the wall and slowly slid down it into a sitting position, his hands on either side of his head. “Ack! I feel like I’m going to be sick.”
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