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@euodia-vision @freedomwriter76
I believe Falon, Riya, Steve, Bucky, and Tony were all talking
and I think it’s your turn Freedom (No pressure to do it right now just when ever you want to,)
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne@everybody I barely remember where I was on this one, so I’ll just go along with whatever the rest are doing.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@freedomwriter76
Awesome, thx! 😊
Ami
“I-I’m taking PE and Woodworking. What about you?” He answered as he readjusted his books in his arms.
“Cool! I’m taking Art and Drama,” she replied with a soft smile.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
@everyone We’ll figure it out eventually XD I think everyone is going to English/are in English
Marcel
As a new wave of students entered English class, two familiar figures entered, shoulders brushing against each other. Calvin and Thorn. They were always making contact with each other, no matter what, even on life-or-death missions. Back against back, covering each other’s weak spots.
I’ve got way too many of those.
As if I am worth defending in the first place…
Calvin saw Marcel, and his dark eyes sparkled with a sudden violet. “Hey, Marcel. You look like you just swallowed a wad of paper.”
Marcel ducked his head, and scratched at his sketch pad with a sudden energy, avoiding his friend’s gaze.
Cal hesitated, and turned away.
The feathers under Marcel’s skin rustled, itching to rip free and screech an ancient war cry.
Sudden tears welled up, and he wiped at his eyes furiously. He tugged on his sweater hood and hid his face in his arms, slumping over the desk.
“Everything is a mountain”
So I’m introducing another character and I’m so excited for this one! it also got me thinking about her and Anakin XD They would be perfect!!!
Mary is wearing jeans with a black shirt with a brown leather jacket, she has long brown hair and blueish brown eyes. She’s tough and strong and was trained to kill. But her non-soldier side is witty and kind but she doesn’t trust very easily (sounds like all my charries XD)
Mary
My heart raced, school had never been very much fun. But then again nothing I did was much fun, why should school be any different? my hands shook as I thought of everything I had done. I was a monster, I would always be a monster. The locker slammed next to me and I locked eyes with a boy.
“Hi,” The boy said with a smile.
“Hi,” I hesitated, the boy seemed nice but you could never be certain.
“I’m Anakin, you are?”
“Mary,”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mary,”
I gave a small smile. “Nice to meet you,”
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne@everyone
AAAURGH I’M SORRY THIS ONE’S SO LOOONG but I enjoyed writing it, and didn’t want to cut any out XD I guess I’m a sucker for dramatic introductions.
Maybe I should put Seb in a WIP after all… Idk
Sebastian
“As if I, Sebastian, were anything ordinary.”
“I mean it, Seb. I want you to lay low for a while, be a normal kid in a normal high school. If you can resist standing out in a crowd, he won’t find you. You can’t just open a window any time you’d like, especially now. I want you to save one window. To come back.”
Go back? There was no going back, in Sebastian’s world. There was only the going itself.
A burst of light lit the burning building, as the short ten-year-old boy picked his way through the debris, careful not to set his suit and top hat on fire.
“I don’t care if I have to make you a thousand batches of therapy brownies. You need to talk about it… Her.”
Seb gritted his teeth, wiping the ash off his face with a pocket handkerchief. “You don’t get it, do you?”
The other end went silent.
“I only talk about awesome things. Mild trauma is. Not. Awesome.”
Even as he said the words matter-of-factly, a crash of glass and a fresh roar of flames flew up behind him, briefly illuminating the building on the other side.
A dark figure loomed up, hand clenched as if holding Seb’s tiny frame, face twisted with fire a million times brighter than fire –
And it was gone, behind the thin orange veil. Not for much longer.
Seb pulled back his sleeve cuffs, and cracked his knuckles. “I would love to die here, in a fashionably dramatic way, but I’m afraid I don’t have time. Music, please.”
The voice sighed, and the scratch of a stylus against a record tickled Seb’s ears. Music – classical orchestra music – floated around him, laced with static.
“I wish you would stop being such a Krataristo. When will you ever…”
But Sebastian was caught up in the passionate beat of the waltz. It swayed about, like the swishing of skirts against marble, causing him to bob his head about, stiff blond hair bouncing.
He might as well embrace the Krataristo in his blood, even if, from a spiritual perspective, he was the only real Krat still standing.
One, two, three, one, two, three…
“In the next minute, switch my frequency to modern pop music, with hints of rhythm and blues, and electro swing. See you on the other side.”
Seb bowed superbly, sweeping his arm in a fine arc and throwing a stick of fizzing dynamite into the air.
Kaboom.
This was when the very fabric of the dimension thinned. Leaving Seb a neat square window, to step into.
He fell into a streak of color, lightning, and thought.
Traveling through multiple times and spaces was a lot like getting a dozen or so songs stuck into his head at once. He couldn’t tell they were all there at first, but once he picked an individual melody out, it was hard to hear anything else, unless it swelled louder. They whipped against him like wind, shaking everything about him, causing his body to momentarily warp, shift, change.
Slowly, as if he were in a dream, he opened his eyes, and saw them reflected in the melodies. Big and blue and bright, as they should be. Then filled with a rainbow fire, better than those of the figure he had seen before, but too similar. Then drawn abstractly; in a cartoonish face. Then they were two soul-filled windows.
Over, and over, and over, he shifted dimensions, like clockwork. Almost there.
Suddenly, a tiny melody reached him.
A faint song, buzzing from an old radio. A long-gone starlet, singing her heart out.
Something shattered, and Sebastian clutched at the stronger melody for balance, trying to banish the radio song from his mind.
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…
A window popped open underneath his feet.
Seb fell neatly onto a chair, at a desk, in the middle of a bustling classroom.
Ah…
He leaned back, crossing his legs over the desk, and dusted a few smoldering embers off his suit, just as the class bell rang, signaling the beginning of class.
“Right on time.” Sebastian shot a lopsided smile.
“Everything is a mountain”
ACK my brain glitches, good-bye
“Everything is a mountain”
@freedomwriter76
Freedom, if you’re okay with it, can Tirion run into one of your 17-19 peeps? I don’t know which one, there are a lot, so you can choose. 😁
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
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@euodia-vision He can run into Riker! 😁
idk what to RP for that tho…XD
@whalekeeper NGL, I love Seb’s interdimensional qualities.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
❤ It’s mostly a thing with him because his very existence is interdimensional, at least in my head. I can insert him into just about any WIP, so it made sense to give him that literal superpower. Kinda like Wit from Sanderson’s Cosmere…
Who is not the inspo because I invented Seb before I knew Wit even existed. But it’s just funny.
You on? Unless you aren’t feeling up to writing ofc ❤
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper Very cool! Ha, yeah sometimes I make a character and then find there’s a story with a character that’s just like them, and I didn’t know it.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@freedomwriter76 okay! I can try to come up with something XD
Tirion
Tirion sighed as he made his way down the hallway.
Math was never his specialty. Tech had given him some helpful tips the night before but his brain had still felt like a pile of mush throughout the course of the entire class.
He paused in front of his locker to switch out his math books for his English ones.
A voice sounded behind him. “Um, hey, you left this in class, I wanted to make sure you got it back”
Tirion turned around to see a boy with brown wavy hair extending a hand that was grasping a notebook.
“Oh, thanks. I didn’t even realize I forgot it.” Tirion smiled, grabbing the notebook. “You’re Riker, right?”
The boy cocked his head to one side. “Uh, yeah. How’d you know?”
Tirion shrugged his shoulders, looking down at his feet. “You answered a few questions during class and the teacher asked your name. I’m Tirion.”
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
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@euodia-vision Tirion, I feel you…my brain turns to mush when math is discussed too XD
Riker
“Nice to meet you,” Riker adjusted the strap on his backpack, “so uh, you’re new here, right?”
Tirion nodded. “I am.”
Riker nodded. “That’s…cool. Have you liked the school so far?”
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