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Aaaggggghhh oh my goodness… That means so much to me… ???❤
Aaack um, okay, well THANK YOU
To be honest, I LOVE this RP, and I always spend a good amount of time trying to tweak my entries in just the right way ?? Maybe the perfectionism in me?
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But anyways
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AaAAAaAAAUUUUuUGH THANK YOU
You are making my face hurt from smiling ❤
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@whalekeeper XD!! I love that. I feel like that would be my baby brother ?
Luna
“Good to make your acquaintance Marcel! That was so amazing what you did with your wings, and…are those clouds?” She asked, eyes widening with childlike wonder. “Oh, and I love your hair! It’s natural, correct? I’ve learned since arriving at school that, curiously enough, some hair colors are…not natural?” Luna pursed her lips in a bit of confusion.
Why anyone would wish to change their features was…well…odd to her. After all, the Light created them perfectly according to His image, and that was all she needed to know.
Paxton gently squeezed her arm, face still slightly ducked behind her. Luna looked at him, watching as he gently bent and picked up his previously fallen backpack.
“You alright?” She asked softly.
Paxton remained silent. Luna frowned, but nodded. “That’s alright, you don’t have to say anything. I understand.”
Paxton gave a small smile, though he still stared at his shoes.
Marcel raised a brow. “What’s up with him? They hurt him or something?”
“He’s nervous, and shy, and he doesn’t have to talk if he doesn’t wish to.” Luna said, a small burst of boldness rising inside of her.
Luna had never been around those her age or younger before coming to this school… but she figured this was what protectiveness felt like. Just like the commune whenever she was hurt, or scared, or sick. They always came to her side.
Marcel merely shrugged. “Alright, whatever.”
Luna smiled, nodding her thanks at the understanding.
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#ProtectSebGAH!!! I am LOVING WRITING Luna and Pax together!
I don’t get to do that very often but want to do it more because their “relationship” as friends and eventually love interests could use some work and such ?
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#ProtectSebLol I love marcel! This whole interaction is so funny XD
"Past or future... let them be."
Yeah, their relationship definitely has an ‘I’ve got your back’ vibe, plus a sweet sunny feel! What with Luna giving Pax a bit of bravery when he needs it ? He needs someone tiny and spunky
?? I’m having tons of fun – thx!!
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I also wonder, does Paxton ever grow his wings? …Wouldn’t mind telling another writer a teensy-weensy spoiler… Eh? ?
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@whalekeeper he does not…
His father was not an Icari…
His mother however tricked everyone into believing he was though (as marriages outside of their race aren’t viewed well) well…
everyone except Aramis.
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#ProtectSebHe does however a line of downy feathers that run along his spine. When he’s older they become mature feathers but they never grow into full wings, and he does sometimes have “phantom pains” or “phantom wings” where he can feel where the wings would protrude from and such, but they never formed…
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#ProtectSebI am considering however that in the far future, his son grows wings (but not from birth like most Icari)
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#ProtectSebOOOOH the phantom wings idea is so cool!!! Just like missing limbs!! ?
? Never thought I’d be so fascinated with that kind of a concept
Ah, and what was his father?
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@whalekeeper HAHAHAHA….
I still haven’t fully figured it out yet… *bangs head loudly on desk*
Yeaaa there are still some things that are eluding me with my worldbuilding…
Mostly with Paxton’s father, and Luna’s race (which also ties into Corvina and November’s races…)
so yea gotta figure that out. I just know he wasn’t Icari at this point, and Aramis knew (which is another reason for the major contention, even more so then between the other brothers.)
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#ProtectSebThere’s a lot of family drama/betrayal/political intrigue and such going on in book 4, we’ll put it like that…
and in the Fallon family history….
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#ProtectSebGaH why am I still up… It’s suuuuuumer XD
HAhaHaH I understand the head-banging, Thorn is like… out of the RP rn, because I seriously cannot stick with a backstory and strength source
It’s a back and forth, back and forth… I’m guessing for both of us…
#writerproblems
But I like how Aramis is has a legit grudge against Paxton for that drama – that ties it up for me as a reader ? Makes a lot more sense than just bullying for the sake of bullying
So Pax just doesn’t know. Poor Trauma Boi.
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Ah… I love drama…action…romance…
ALL THE THINGS
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@godlyfantasy12 And shifting to @everyone now
Marcel
Luna, with her enthusiastic outbursts and bright purple aura, reminded Marcel of the nine-eyed cats on their home planet Baztet, or dandelion fluff. Soft, yet frosty when protecting a little one.
Paxton definitely counted as a little one.
Marc would have personally liked a little ‘hey Marcel, thanks for saving me from certain doom,’ but some things are just too much to ask for.
“So… If those Icari-whatsits come flying to your door again, just, uh… jump up, and down. And scream. Really loud. Got it?”
Paxton nodded, hesitantly.
The boy seemed to have it covered though. He himself was entirely covered – by Luna, who shielded him protectively.
Marcel kicked at a last puff of cloud, dissolving it completely. Then he turned away and walked back towards the classroom.
A small crowd of spectators backed away. Some gawked, trying to get a closer look at him under the hood. Others just retreated into the classroom, shaking their heads – but most didn’t. They just watched.
Suddenly all self-confidence seeped out of Marvel’s steps – out of his sneakers, leaving a trail of puddles only he could see.
A familiar face flashed in front of him.
“Marcel? What happened?” Calvin grabbed both the shorter boy’s hands, rubbing them, bringing feeling back into him, while leading him to a private area among the lockers. You look like you died in a can of sardines.”
“M’fine.”
“You don’t look fine. Where those the winged kids out there? Were you fighting or something?” Calvin threw back the boy’s hood and inspected his face worriedly for bruises.
There were, in fact, a few bruises.
Calvin’s coppery irises flashed with a sickly sweet sapphire, and his palms cupped Marcel’s chin. “You got hurt.”
“M’fine,” Marcel hissed.
“You are not fine,” Calvin snarled back. “How many times have I told you to not fly into fights?”
“I was fine, He was tiny, and I had my wings to block the punches -”
“Wings?? You do not fight with your powers against ordinary citizens! What if you had blasted him? Dad told us to stay safe.”
“Noc doesn’t know pins or needles about my powers,and besides – what about Fynn? We got him good, didn’t we?”
“That was different. I was there. And you saw what happened to the headmistress’s son – he lost his dinner and possibly his sanity because of us. Me. You were my responsibility, so you got off scott-free.”
“My wings wanted – I – I wanted to fight, Cal,” Marcel insisted, feathers shrinking inside as if penetrating his guts.
I will not have you fight any goons without my permission, understood?”
“But, Cal-”
“That’s an order, soldier!”
“Yes, Lordling.” Marcel’s spine snapped into a stiff position, even as he still panted for breath.
The warrior’s mind, as well, splintered a little.
Cal had gone too far.
They stood there in silence, staring into each other’s glares, as a distance off, students began to line up back into class.
Marcel’s chin trembled, before he clenched his jaw, staring at the floor.
Calvin sighed, and wrapped the younger boy in a tight, fuzzy blue embrace. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said something like that, Marc. Not to you…”
“It’s okay,” Marcel cut in.
It wasn’t, but he didn’t want Calvin’s crestfallen look on him any longer.
“It’s not. I need to stop treating you like an older kid, like me. But I also can’t treat you like my brothers.” Calvin kissed his friend’s cheek. A tradition of his family’s House, which he had come to stop using since leaving his home for the school year. “You’re in-between, Marcel, and I don’t know what to do with you just yet.”
Nor do I. Nor do my real commanders. The ones who must have abandoned him. Left him in these cold, human buildings.
No wonder they had done so. He was a malformation in the system. So necessarily causing ripples, but so unnecessarily disappointing.
Calvin sighed, and the veil of a modern, highschool teenager draped over him again. “English will be starting soon. We’ll get through it, and I’ll fetch you some ice from the cafeteria. We won’t be in the same classes for the next hour, so I need you to lay low and ignore the call to action. Understood?”
But what if the call is unavoidable? “Understood.”
“Thank you.” Calvin gave his temporary brother another kiss, before striding back down the hall, smiling at passersby.
Marcel followed.
“…Oh, and I love your hair! It’s natural, correct?…”
No. My pink hair is fake. Just like I am.
Fake, fake, fake.
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AHHH MARCEL AND CALVIN ? I LOVE THEM THEY ARE OFFICIALLY BRANDED AS BROTHERS *places the stamp of brotherhood upon their foreheads* XD
UGH!! So can u plz tell me a bit more about what Marcel is really?
im guessing he’s not an actually boy/teen but has taken in the form of one? (Which kinda makes me sad cuz I just want him to be a boy/teen and grow up with Thorn and Calvin and yada yada but I have a feeling that’s not going to happen….)
And did he/does he lead some sort of army or something?
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