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Leo
Leo sank into his seat in English.
The classroom was packed…overly packed. He didn’t see how all of the students even fit into the classroom.
Rushed footsteps sounded, and Wolfgang and Reuben were suddenly over, out of breath.
Jakob grinned and clicked his tongue. “You two were almost late.”
“For shame, Wolfgang and Reuben…for shame.” Dietrich teased, motioning for them to both take a seat.
Wolfgang laughed and took his seat. “But we weren’t late, so that’s what matters most!”
Reuben nodded in agreement. “We got held up a little, and hey, at least we still made it on time.”
Joshua sighed. “How many excuses can you make before you have none left?” But he winked to let them know he was kidding.
Leo nodded. “They’re right. You two should have been here sooner.” He slowly shook his head. “But I guess you two just don’t want to get good grades then…” He sighed.
And dropped his youngest brothers a smile.
Adolphus wrote something down in his English notebook. “English is one of the most boring classes.”
“At least it’s not math.” Leo pointed out.
Math was the worst…especially Calculus, ugh.
Adolphus shrugged. “I guess.”
His gaze strayed, and Leo followed his gaze.
Hilda was watching them, or, at least, watching Adolphus, blue eyes full of scrutiny. She turned around, though, as soon as she realized they were watching her.
This school was full of drama…full of bullies…and Leo couldn’t seem to graduate fast enough.
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@godlyfantasy12 THE BABY!!!! 😭😭
@freedomwriter76 OH YAAA HILDA XD bruh I want Hilda trying to make Adolphus jealous with Arthur even tho Corvina has done squashed that XD
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#ProtectSebPoor arthur
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@godlyfantasy12 ahhh, wellllll, Adolphus is the one that dumped her, soooo, idk if he’ll get jealous, but idk, maybe he will XD
and yes, poor Arthur 😆🤣😅
@freedomwriter76 @whalekeeper maybe Marcel and Wolfgang team up since Wolfie might need to reconcile a bit too XD
also MY ARTHUR XD and NOVEMBER
Arthur
Arthur ran a hand through his blonde hair, and then adjusted his collar before opening the classroom door.
He threw it open with a large, dazzling grin.
“I have arrived! You’re welcome.”
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 oh no I wasn’t saying he’d get jealous but Hilda would probably try cuz she’s stupid XD XD
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#ProtectSebHere ya go XD I’ll let you write Aramis and the other guy’s reaction (will they retreat? will they fight? I’m good with whatevs)
Marcel
Marcel hummed, off-tune, adding one last bold pencil line to his sketch – a doodle of the amazing superhero Captain Memphis, lazer eyes, wings, and all. He pulled out his plastic bag of markers, and selected a bright orange…
Before his eyes zoomed in.
A nervous habit, he supposed, but how was one supposed to conceal a million eyes seeing a million planes at once?
This time, they focused on a pale, tiny boy with white hair.
A couple older guys, sneering playfully, were steering him out of the classroom. To dunk his head in a toilet, no doubt.
Who was that kid again?
Ah, riiiiight. The one who killed the fun last night.
Marcel’s feathers rippled, agitated. His leg bounced up and down, banging into the desk.
What was he supposed to do… intervene? Call Calvin? Spend his precious time doing something cool, like add a cape to his sketch?
The feathers inside his chest swelled, louder and louder, like a symphony, until the chaos boiling up and down his shoulder blades threatened to explode.
“Agh, fiiiiine,” Marcel said, rolling his eyes.
He ripped free of the desk, summoning a quick gold cloud to surf on, and stormed over the heads of the students.
A girl in front of him tore past students, yelling, “Pax!”
Marcel rolled past her and landed, fists clenched, in what he hoped was a warrior-like posture. Which was kinda hard to do with a cramp in the stomach from a missed breakfast, and years of being a dead potato. “Hey, guys!”
One of the taller boys turned around, hand firmly grasping Paxton’s arm. “Yeah, kid? What do you want?”
Marcel observed the boy’s light-colored wings, brushing against his sides. The other kid had the same.
Marcel laughed, hopefully, bravely. “I just had a question.”
“What?” The boy’s eyes sparked, as he wrapped his arm around Paxton’s throat.
“I was wondering how you came off so unfortunately. Was your mom a bluebottle? Because I’ve seen flies with fancier wings.”
Fire and cold-hearted steel flashed in the boy’s expression, and he hissed, stepping forward, shoving the little guy into his brother. “Who’s talking, punk?”
The pink-haired boy reached toward the floor, and a sunset-colored cloud pooled around his legs, as his wings unfurled.
Gray, licked with lightning. The color of a warrior. The color of justice, and of power.
Marcel considered. “Punk… I like that. Good word.”
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper OH MY GOSH I LOVE HIM!!! AND GASP INSULTING AN ICARI’S WINGS?!?! Oh boi…. They’ll def fight 😂
Paxton
Paxton’s eyes widened at the sight of the familiar pink-haired boy. The same one from the night before in the dorm who’d nearly given him a heart attack.
What was he thinking?! Especially insulting Aramis and Edrich’s wings! Did he have a death wish?!
Luna let out a loud laugh, “I have no idea what a blue bottle is…but good one!”
“You little…” Aramis growled, fists clenching, making the one holding Paxton’s arm tighten. He winced.
“This is none of your concern. Let us deal with this…family matter on our own.” Edrich said, eyes narrowing at the newcomer.
“Family…?” The pink-haired boy raised a brow. “What, you like distant cousins or something?”
“Brothers, actually. And we merely need to have a chat with our youngest.”
“Yea right!” Luna said.
“Okay…think I’m starting to get the picture,” Marcel puckered his lips. “Well, let’s get this done with, huh?”
“Let’s, little pest,” Aramis sneered, launching at the boy. He shoved him into one of the lockers and then flew backwards using his wings to propel him.
“Aramis! We don’t have time for this.”
“He started it. I’m merely finishing it.”
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 @whalekeeper @smiley @euodia-vision @esther-c hey ppl…
SO!!!
as of rn…
im the only one with bullies in this RP I believe?
I think I’m gonna have after this- cuz Marcel is probs gonna defeat the brothers-the two talk about how their losing control after the loss of Dietrich and Adolphus, and they need more in their ranks…
sooooo would anyone like to add some bad guys? XD
we had Hitchens in to be part of a gang that Arthur was once in, and he can go to the school and be kinda part of Edrich and Aramis’ thing if that’s good with Freedom.
idk just need some more conflict with bullies XD
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#ProtectSeb… I have an idea for a bully character (or a couple) but they aren’t from my current WIP, so it’d be a little rusty
Lemme think about it
Marcel
Marcel growled under his breath, rubbing his shoulder, which had collided with a locker door handle. He cracked his neck, and rose above on a cloud column, head almost touching the ceiling.
Fly Boy (dubbed forever in Marcel’s mind) was in the air as well, a violent grin cracking his face. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
“Ooh…let me guess…the ‘most powerful kid in this school,'” Marcel groaned.
He kicked off the cloud, and shoved Fly Boy into the wall, next to the classroom door.
The boy seemed dazed for a second, but bounced off just as quickly, barreling into Marcel with blindingly fast fists.
“This is the Icaris’ territory,” Fly Boy declared, teeth clenched.
“That’s a fine name for your troop,” Marcel said matter-of-factly. “I can just call you Icky-Icari. Your enemies will flee like wild fire, I’ll guarantee.”
The Icari boy’s eyes dripped of burning ice, as he thrust forward. “Shut up!”
Catching the punch to the stomach, Marcel shifted back with a soft wheeze, but shifted again into a fighting position, wings outstretched.
What was he supposed to do? Fight the boy until he was knocked out? That wouldn’t look good on record. This was just a school, after all, and he was just a petty bully.
Best to make a show of it. So it wouldn’t happen again.
Marcel scowled, squeezing his eyes shut, and let his six wings expand. As they grew, they turned darker, until they were as black as starless night. Spreading across the hall, until he had to curl them around himself to fit.
Fly Boy flew back, jarred by the new development for a precious second.
Marcel turned in Paxton’s direction. His wings beat heavily against the floor, scattering a trash can of papers nearby. “You okay, kid?”
“Everything is a mountain”
Calvin
In the middle of his laughter, Cal spotted a familiar frustrated tween zooming over the crowd, and out the door.
The flicker of warmth in his eyes paused, considering. He pointed. “Is that Marcel?”
Before anyone could fully understand what he was asking, Calvin scooted past the desks and began making his way through the jumble of students.
Of course it’s Marcel. Who had he thought it was? A magic weasel juggling lightning-bolts?
Except this was essentially the same thing.
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper okie dokie!
Paxton
Edrich let out a cry of rage, rushing to Aramis’ side. Aramis screamed in fury but was stopped by the older blonde’s hand on his shoulder.
“Enough, Aramis. We’ll finish this later. He can’t escape us.” Edrich shot Paxton a glare that made the boy shrivel.
Now he was really in for it…
Aramis let out another cry of anger, pounding his fist on the ground. “Fine!” He spat. “But this isn’t over you pink haired freak!”
Marcel glared at the two, “Really? Freak? That’s the best you could come up with?”
Paxton watched in awe as his brothers left, seething. How had…
He stared up at Marcel, whose wings-how many did he have?!- were still black as ink.
“That was epic! You totally showed them!” Luna cried, grinning. She rushed forward, eyes focusing on Paxton, who was down on the floor, still staring at the pink-haired boy, a bit of nervousness in his stomach. “Paxton? Are you alright?”
Paxton nodded slowly, taking the girl’s outstretched hand. He was quite a few inches shorter than her, but he didn’t really mind it. Made it easier to hide behind her.
And he did like hiding…
Being invisible was always better…
Except when it wasn’t…
“Paxton, is it?” Marcel tilted his head. “You’re my roommate.” It wasn’t a question.
“Oh! You’re roomies?! Cool!” Luna gasped. “I’m Luna, one of Paxton’s besties!” She gave the smaller boy a large squeeze, making him freeze up slightly.
Besties?
Was she…really?
He’d never really had friends before coming to this school before…much less best friends…
But…Wolfie was his friend…right?
Maybe a best friend?
And what about Ara?
“Paxton doesn’t care to talk much, not that he can’t though! Paxton can do anything he puts his mind to.” Luna said firmly, one arm still wrapped around the shorter boy’s shoulder.
A-Anything…?
“What’s your name?” Luna asked.
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#ProtectSeb@whalekeeper can I just say…I would LOVE to read a book with all of your charries?
I don’t know everything about them but the way you write is so capturing…it’s unlike anything I’ve read before honestly and it’s incredible, like it pulls me in completely, and I adore your characters.
I love Marcel even tho I don’t know everything about him, and I love Calvin, and Seb, and just all of them!
They’re all so alive and ur writing is sooooo awesome.
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The girl glowed, beaming thankfully. Her arm was around Paxton, whose quivering, watery blue eyes looked about to spill over – in a good way, maybe.
Marcel brushed his brown sweater off, and pulled the hood over his head. His wings shrunk to mere white whisps, and the milky orange clouds around his ankles receded.
He nodded curtly. “Marcel.”
Was this what it was like…to be a superhero?
“Everything is a mountain”
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