Fantasy/Modern School AU RP

[Smiley]

@freedomwriter76 @esther-c @euodia-vision

So who wants to RP us going to lunch?

Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne

[Keilah H.]

@everybody yeah, lunch will be fine!

(too lazy to actually tag everyone lol)

Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.

[whaley]

I’ll give it a go!!

@godlyfantasy12 (I’m… assuming Pax is with Marc?) @freedomwriter76 @esther-c (Dorm sits together? 🙂 )

Marcel

Leaning on the side of the cafeteria door, Marcel had to hold onto the frame with power-enhanced fingers, small wisps of mist drifting down in ribbons.

It was like a boiling storm, or the wall of a tsunami crashing in. Kids crowded in and around each other, tighter together than sardines in a can, noses collectively following the wafts of freshly cooked food.

Marcel grabbed Pax, stuffed the little boy behind his back, and gritted his teeth. “This is ridiculous. You’d think they were in morning classes for weeks.”

Pax’s eyes widened.

Someone took Marcel’s shoulder. Cal, with an electrifying smile. He stood on his tiptoes and watched the surface of the crowd, laughing. “This is amazing!”

Marcel shrugged down at Pax. “Depends on your point of view.”

“We should save a table for our roommates,” Cal suggested, swinging around the doorframe into the cafeteria. “Socialize! Make friends! Be normal!”

“It’s natural for you,” Marcel shoved himself into the older boy’s face, sticking out his tongue.

“No, it’s not. I was raised in a society of father figures, remember? I had lots to imitate, but no one to test those skills on.”

“You’re still instantly likable.”

“Thank you.”

“By other people. Not implying myself.”

“I still take that as a compliment, Guardian of Grumplings.”

The pink-haired boy rolled his eyes, and motioned Pax to follow him and Cal into the cafeteria.

At the line of food, the three boys picked up trays and inched slowly forward.

Marcel saw the first option – warm, cheesy noodles – and he almost reached for the spoon. Then his eyes dulled, and he passed, a hand to his stomach.

Cal looked back at him. “Marc, I thought you were hungry.”

“I guess not…”

Cal frowned, and grabbed Marcel’s tray, ladling on a stringy, crunchy pile of macaroni. He shoved it back. “You are going to eat this.”

Marcel pointedly looked away. But he took the food.

The three boys searched a while, before settling down at a large table on the side of the room. It had red plastic cushions, like at a restaurant, and plenty of seat room for the entire dorm – if not more.

“If we see any of our roommates, let’s give them a wave.” Cal slid in, and patted the place next to him, smiling at Pax. “C’mon.”

“Everything is a mountain”

[GodlyFantasy12]

@whalekeeper @freedomwriter76 @esther-c (there was another person who joined our room…WHO WAS IT?! His name was Flax right??)

Paxton

Pax sat down keeping head low a bit, eyes scanning the large crowd for any sight of his brothers.

Once he knew the coast was clear, he lifted his head a bit, looking down at his plate. He took a small bite, smiling some. He glanced at Cal and Marcel, watching as the two chatted, Cal still keeping an eye on the crowd, watching for any of their roommates. (Flax will have to sit and just let them know he’s their roommate XD)

“So, looks like you two are getting along now…” Cal said, looking between Marcel and Pax.

Pax nodded, taking another bite of macaroni. Marcel shrugged. “Yea, turns out the kid likes taffy. Who knew.”

Calvin raised a brow, not quite sure what that had to do with anything, but he chuckled anyway.

#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb

[whaley]

@godlyfantasy12 Yes, it was Flax! @mineralizedwriting ‘s boy!!

Sebastian

Seb slipped his black hood over his yellow hair, and nodded to the rock music only he could hear.

Wearing modern teenager clothes was weird. But strangely comfortable, in a slouching, mysterious sort of way.

His suit was still more comforting, but he needed to blend in. He had lovingly placed his top hat in his suitcase (yes, it fit, but he would never reveal his secret technique), and burrowed his face into the black cotton of an over-sized sweater.

Now he could stare dramatically at people. Like a cloaked villain.

A group of kids passed by, and glanced at him.

He laughed evilly, eyes glittering, a crooked grin twisting about his cherub cheeks.

They hurried off.

The description cherub cheeks was perhaps over the top… but he was his mother’s angel, after all. Only he was allowed to make fun of his baby-like face.

Finally, his stomach thundered, and he rolled his eyes, stuffing himself into the cafeteria.

Grab the tray.

Get the food.

Stash the utensils in his pockets.

Find a –

Oh skittles.

There was only one table available near him – almost completely empty. With that blasted white-haired kid and the blue sweater boy.

Okay… change of thought.

First, it wasn’t the only available table. But all the others were farther into the cafeteria, and involved a lot of pushing and squeezing to get to.

Second, the white-haired kid wasn’t blasted. Sebastian had already established that opinion in his mind. He might be blasted to bits in the future, if Seb was in a scalding frame of mind. But right now, no. Seb had promptly forgotten most of his anger.

But that didn’t make it any easier.

Swallowing his pride, Sebastian stomped over, and stood stubbornly, the black fabric of his sweater falling to his shins. “May I sit here?”

The white-haired kid shrank away, head almost disappearing under the table top.

“Sure.” A third boy, larger body-type-wise than the others, and with pink-dyed hair, nodded absently. “Whatever.”

Seb scooched in next to him.

They eyed each other.

“I’m Marcel. How did you end up here?” the boy asked. He asked it with a mischievous raise of eyebrows, as if they had both been put into detention.

He clearly did not notice the other two kids’ discomfort.

Sebastian scrunched up his eyes, as if confused. “I have absolutely no idea.”

Gesturing with a fork, he summoned a small window, which popped into existence above his head.

He stuck his hand into it, and pulled out his hat, twirling it around his finger.

He then threw it back into the window, and let his magic shrink away, before he banged his head against the table top.

Hard.

Marcel nodded knowingly. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Well, it’s scratched up wood mixed with plastic and -”

“I meant the isolation of identity,” Marcel interrupted, facepalming.

The kid pulled back his sweater hood a little. Creamy white feathers shivered against his neck, and gold sparks fizzed at his fingertips, before he pulled it back on.

“Oh. That.”

“Do you want my cheese macaroni?” the boy offered, holding out his plate. “I only ate a little.”

Sebastian wrinkled his nose, blue eyes blinking at the audacity. “No way. I would eat a pillow before touching that.”

“Baby.”

Seb crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue.

Marcel turned to the blue-sweater boy. “See? Case in point.”

Sebastian snuggled down into the seat cushions, knees against the tabletop, his fluffy head barely poking out. “I’m an angel…”

“Everything is a mountain”

[GodlyFantasy12]

@whalekeeper I love them so much 😊 @freedomwriter76 @esther-c @mineralizedwritings

Paxton

Paxton didn’t really know what was happening…but…he found it a bit curious, he had to admit.

He poked his head out from the table a bit, glancing at the fluffy-haired blonde and then at Marcel, watching as the two chatted away.

The blonde seemed almost younger then Paxton…which was…strange considering Pax thought he was the youngest here.

The exception to the 13 and up age rule.

Only here because he was being punished. Being watched.

Maybe…maybe he wasn’t the only one…

Paxton laid his head against his fingers, still hiding a bit against the table, watching the crowd shyly.

(not sure how to spark conversation between pax and the others while we wait…)

#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb

[Lydibug]

Heya, I’mma gonna put in Chloe, so here’s a description…

Chloe
She is a special species, who live in cold areas, have white skin and hair, and can each turn into a different snowy animal. She is 12. Her eyes are purple, she has her white hair cut to her chin, (sometimes the tips are dyed light purple. She loooveees color.)  She can turn into a lynx and is always cheerful and very spunky.

Happy unbirthday every one!
"EVERYTHING IS AWESOME..."

[Lydibug]

Also, where will Chloe sleep?  I guess she could just sleep in the attic.

Happy unbirthday every one!
"EVERYTHING IS AWESOME..."

[Lydibug]

All alone.

Happy unbirthday every one!
"EVERYTHING IS AWESOME..."

[whaley]

@lydibug

Pff, drama… well she can room with Thorn and the others in her dorm. Is that ok, @keilah-h ?

“Everything is a mountain”

[Lydibug]

@whalekeeper

DrAmA? Pff. What, nooo.

Happy unbirthday every one!
"EVERYTHING IS AWESOME..."

[whaley]

@godlyfantasy12

Calvin

Cal turned to Pax. “While they’re being grumpster kings… How did you end up here? You look younger than my brothers, and they aren’t here.”

He knew the boy couldn’t talk, but maybe signals could deliver the message.

“Everything is a mountain”

[Anonymous]

@whalekeeper @esther-c @godlyfantasy12 @smiley @euodia-vision @keilah-h btw, Wrecker (since he’s Steve/Bucky’s roommate, can join their table at lunch if you’d like 😁) @mineralizedwritings

Say, what if all the bullies share a table at lunch to scheme…? 😏

Wolfgang

They all walked into the lunchroom together, brothers walking in as one group, finally having grouped up after their elective classes.

Wolfgang saw someone wave him over.

Oh, it was Calvin and Marcel.

 

But…Paxton was over there!

And he couldn’t leave Paxton over there alone with Calvin and Marcel.

(sorry Whaley, Wolfie’s still upset XD)

 

“I’m gonna go sit with my roommates…uh, you guys can sit somewhere else I guess.”

Joshua nodded and smiled. “We’ll find somewhere to sit. Go have fun.”

Wolfgang smiled, quickly got his tray of food, and went to the table. He smiled and waved with his free hand. “Oh, hi Paxton!”

 

Not like he was going to acknowledge Calvin and Marcel, not yet at least.

 

Steve

“Here we are, the lunchroom!”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Did you have to announce that, Buck?”

Bucky grinned and nodded. “Sure did. Hey, we’ll all be sitting together, right? Steve, you wanna find us a table? I know what you like.” He winked.

Steve just chuckled and found a table, taking a seat. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages, just as Tony walked into the lunchroom, along with Bruce and Natasha, the only two others that didn’t have PE, quickly joining Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Riya.

(I wasn’t sure if Falon/Ev would be joining them or not, Miley and Esther can decide 😊)

Steve smiled.

Someone shoved his shoulder, and he instantly turned around.

Alec Pierce.

Alec grinned, smoothing back his wavy black hair with his hand. “Hey there, Punch. What are you doing sitting here alone?”

“I’m holding a table for my friends. Are you here just to-”

“I’m here to keep an eye on all of you. Make sure you don’t get into trouble, y’know? Sis is here too, and she’ll be keeping an eye on everyone too. You guys don’t want to get in trouble, right? You know what’ll happen if you get in trouble.”

 

Steve swallowed hard.

He did know what would happen.

Alec shrugged and walked away. “Eh, guess you’re gonna give me the silent treatment. Watch how you act, Steve…you’ll never know what’s coming if you don’t.”

[Anonymous]

@godlyfantasy12 we haven’t had them interract in what seems like FOREVER, sooooo

 

 

can we have November and Riker together at lunch?

Pwease? 🥺

 

XD🤣🤣🤣🤣 jk, you do whatever you want XP

[Smiley]

@esther-c

Are you alright with having lunch with the rest of them

Falon won’t want to take her eyes off of the Avengers XD

Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne

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