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i have not been here for awhile so idk what to rp. š
*points at Whaley*
she can do it.
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
Dude
YOU KILLED ME
XDXDXD But FIIIIIINE, I’ll do it… gimme like half an hour to write and eat my spicy lunch pockets… which are very good… and which you can’t steal… because they’re mine…
āEverything is a mountainā
@whalekeeper lol
@everyone else we doing electives after this? I might rp for my characters then….haven’t been here much lately.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@calyhuge that means my dragon boy will show up for his class…..I wonder how that’ll go?
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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@whalekeeper @euodia-vision LOL ššš
@keilah-h yes, electives are next š@freedomwriter76 @everyone else Ok!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Dude
YOU KILLED ME
AH NOOOO! I always kill people… this is not a good habit…
*attempts to revive you*
XDXDXD But FIIIIIINE, Iāll do itā¦ gimme like half an hour to write and eat my spicy lunch pocketsā¦ which are very goodā¦ and which you canāt stealā¦ because theyāreĀ mineā¦
YAY!
*glares* How dare you try to withhold pockets from me?!?
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
Yup, electives next!
Sebastian
Something feltā¦
Wrong.
Sebastian tilted his head to an angle, oh so slowly.
Something in the air.
A shimmer of sorts, but a shimmer of the emotions – like a faint throb.
He rocked back and forth in his seat to its beat, until he wasnāt sure it existed anymore. Then he stopped, and tilted his head the other way.
Yep, still there.
The feeling was unidentifiable. The only reason he could feel it at all, was probably because of his interdimensional talents. He didnāt even have to glance around the room to know that no one else was disturbed. But he did – might as well – and saw someone.
Standing right over Marcel.
The bell rang, and the class instantly relaxed, still not noticing the figure.
It leaned over him, somehow obscured with a fuzzy white light, with a peaceful yet ominous warmth in its blazing expression.
Oh, STARS.
Sebastianās eyes widened, and he leapt up onto his desk, instantaneously summoning a stick of dynamite in his fist. āMarcel, bro, fly off!ā
A huge clique of tall seniors shoved by, and blocked the view off for just a moment.
After, the figure was gone. Vanished, without causing any visible harm. All that was left was Marcel, scribbling monsters in his history book with a pink pen, who looked up. āNah, let me finish this first.ā
Sebastianās brow furrowed.
Whoā¦
Gone.
And gone at the speed of lightning…
When Marcel saw the slight disappointment in his new friendās face, he chewed his bubblegum quietly for a few more seconds, then nodded and stood up to grab his books. āBand it is, then.ā
āEverything is a mountainā
Someone else HAS to go now
āEverything is a mountainā
It is too late. You are talking to a ghost. You should be flattered.
I DARE to because they are MINE and they are my only comfort in this now cold, cold world.
āEverything is a mountainā
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@whalekeeper I love Seb š„°XXD @euodia-vision @keilah-h @smiley @godlyfantasy12 @mineralizedwritings @calyhuge @anyone-else-idk-lol-XD
Wolfgang
History class was over…finally.
Wolfgang stood and smiled. “Well, I guess it’s time for electives! We can all…” Wolfgang sobered, “oh, never mind…none of you have Band like me…”
“Sorry, Wolf,” Joshua squeezed Wolfgang’s shoulder, “but I guess we all decided we had other classes we wanted to take more. I have Childhood Development…what second elective does everyone else have?”
“Journalism.” Dietrich said.
“Me and Jakob both have Geography.” Adolphus replied.
Reuben smiled. “I have photography.”
“And I have Trigonometry…” Leo groaned.
“Eh, won’t be too bad. Trig can actually be pretty fun.”
Wolfgang turned to face a black-haired teen that looked to be around Leo’s age, just taller. Wolfgang slightly narrowed his eyes. “Is Math ever fun?”
“Sure, if it makes sense to you. I can help you out in Trigonometry, if you want. I’m Tony, by the way.”
Leo shook the boy’s hand. “Leo.”
Footsteps sounded, and Wolfgang turned.
Wolfgang smiled and ran at Riker. “Riker! I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” He hugged Riker, tight. “What class do you have to go to!?”
Riker smiled faintly. “Band.”
Wolfgang gasped. “You can come with me! Come on, let’s go! Bye everyone!”
Everyone waved, and Wolfgang rushed out of the classroom, holding onto Riker’s hand. “Come on, I have to check on Paxton before we go to Band!”
Riker chuckled. “I’m coming…I’m coming…”
Steve
Steve shut the locker, tight, and locked it.
No one could get to the backpack inside. “You heading to martial arts?”
Bucky nodded. “Yeah, I’ll walk with Sam…we promised to meet up. You heading to Trigonometry? Hey, wait, were you supposed to walk with-”
“Tony and Bruce stopped to talk some other students…I thought I should probably drop my backpack in my locker, since no one can get to it. I’ll be fine, Buck.”
Bucky bit his lip. “Alright…if you’re sure. Just…stay safe, Steve, and avoid Alec and all the other cronies.”
“Of course, Buck…see you later.”
And Steve turned around and headed for Trigonometry, math books in hand.
Alone.
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Beta
Ready for theater–or drama–or it really didn’t matter. It would be fun whatever it was called.
She wondered what they’d be doing today.
She opened the door to see a few other characters, but not nearly as many as she’d thought would be there.
Huh.
They were missing out, then.
Hunter
Survival skills.
He could do this.
He’d been doing it for years on his own…..
A broken contraption from someone’s locker screeched, making him cover his ears. His enhanced senses were sometimes as much a curse as a blessing.
Ugh…..Something told him they were going to throw plenty of sensory-overloading situations at him.
He hoped he could handle it.
But in any case, it was too late to go back now.
Crosshair
He stopped at the door.
He could very easily be walking into a room full of dragon killers.
Sure, the two kids had gotten used to him, but what about the rest? Or the teacher?
Not that he’d get hurt….but he could get in serious trouble for hurting someone else first.
….
Rrrrrgh……Why did he have to doubt himself? He could deal with it.
He shoved the door open confidently.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@whalekeeper @freedomwriter76
ALRIGHTY!!! Here is Pax!
Paxton
Paxton woke up with a start, sweat streaming down his brow, eyes wide. His hair still carried a bit of mist and wetness from his earlier shower, making it cling to his forehead. He gasped, clutching at the bear that sat against his chest.
It took him a second to decipher where he was.
Not home. The room wasnāt nearly as large or grandioseā¦
Nor was he trapped in some darkā¦dismal place, as he had been dreaming.
Butā¦it was rather comfortable, wherever he was, surrounded by pillows and blankets galore, snuggled in like a baby bird in a nest.
He sat up, legs pulling into his chest as he looked around, getting his bearings.
Rightā¦the academy. His dormā¦
He must have fallen asleepā¦.
Which meansā¦
Heād missed who knew how much of the school dayā¦
Hopefully only one classā¦but even thatā¦
He sucked in a hard breath, heart shuddering in his chest.
His motherās unrelenting, disappointed eyes stared back at him for a moment; haunting his mind scape.
Edrich sneeringā¦Aramis chucklingā¦
What trouble would he be in for skipping a class? Heād never done such a thing beforeā¦butā¦heĀ hadĀ disobeyed beforeā¦
And regretted itā¦
He sniffled, a few tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he curled up tighter, using Hope to sponge up his tears.
His nerves tingled along his arms and legs, reaching up into his back, his body remembering the last times heād been punished.
Some of the bruises and welts still hadnāt healedā¦
Not that anyone would ever see themā¦except, maybe the ones nearer his ankles, or armsā¦
He nosed at one of Hopeās ears, breaths shallow and shaky.
āM-Maybe m-um wonātā¦? Wonātā¦wonāt knowā¦.ā He squeezed his eyes shut, rocking back and repeating the hopefully, but impossible sentiment, āM-Maybeā¦ā
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebLoving all your RPs!! ā¤ā¤ā¤
I talk to Nyx in this RP, but if you don’t want to RP as him, I can have them accidentally mistake someone else for him.
Your call!
Marcel
Krataristo was still blinking, as if caught in headlights, when they had hopped onto their now conventional cloud. A shadow had fallen dramatically over his face per the hood – only not as wonky-looking and askew as the top hat had been.
Marcel ignored him and drove them forward.
Cal’s face flashed past them – dark, tired, determined. Virtually always. That stubborn Vinlin lunatic.
He seemed to want to believe he didn’t have the same disabilities as the rest of his kind. Once, he may have been proud to call himself one of them. He probably still was, except he chose to be onlyĀ partsĀ of the two wholes he had been given.
Those were Thorn’s words.
Speaking of Cal…
Flashing past also, below them – a pair of sandy brown ears, and glittery eyes.
Marcel paused. “Hey. Should we invite that fox kid?”
At some point, Cal, had sneaked Marcel a Band members’ list, with all the names, and repeated four times that Marcel should make friends with them and be as inhumanly cool as possible, while still being a normal tweenager.
LikeĀ thatĀ was supposed to make sense.
Anyway, one of them had been listed as a fox-like boy named Nyx, from some random magical realm.
“Kill me now,” Sebastian mumbled. He had put on the headphones from earlier, and was listening to a highpitched, girly pop song, while his gaze floated suspiciously here and there.
“Why?”
“Because…” His eyelashes fluttered at a sudden bursting note, as if he were about to pass out. “Because both he and I are in Dance as well. It means I would have to talk to him. Maybe even subconsciously develop an emotional bond. I can’t do that. I have bigger buildings to demolish, don’tcha know.”
“I noticed.”
“Noticed what? ”
“You can’t subconsciously develop an emotional bond.”
“Ha ha. You’re right, all my bouts of passion are completely conscious.”
“Says the boy who shrieked for a bunch of girls to buy him a cheeseboard,” Marcel growled playfully.
Sebastian took the wound to his chest, and wrinkled his nose in pain and betrayal. “Says the boy whose sweater smells like dog and cheese puffs… from never being washed, presumably.”
Marcel began to object, then hesitated.
He sniffed his collar.
Sebastian
After a flurry of restrained laughter, most of which would have frightened any soft-hearted student nearby, the cloud descended a little, right the probably-Nyx stalked.
Sebastian adjusted his gleaming smile, and peered his head over the cloud’s side. “What’s up? Not you. You want to be up, like the rest of the cool kids?”
āEverything is a mountainā
@whalekeeper actually Iād love to RP as Nyx!!! And he isā¦gonna have quite the reaction this crowd I think XD especially if Seb acts like a spoiled brat XD
Nyx
Nyxās ears pricked, senses alerting him thatā¦someone was nearby.
He quickly turned his head, tails twitching and eyes narrowing as he sniffed the air, trying to sift through the array of smells in the hall.
Ahā¦blonde kid from dance class. Great.
Smelled like fancy soap and cotton.
Andā¦.something else Nyx couldnāt quite put a finger on. Something vivid and strong. Richā¦sweetā¦it hit you when you least expected it, and reminded him a bit of those hisā¦uncle had once consorted with.
Which meant he didnāt want anything to do with the kid.
He raised a brow, noticing the blonde boy wasā¦floating on a cloud. Or what looked like a cloud, a few feet above the hall floor.
As curious as this was, Nyx didnāt pay it much mind, but instead cast his overly suspicious gaze at the boy sitting next him; fuzzy pink hair making him stand out like a spotlight.
While he smelled fairlyā¦average, there was a hint of something in his eyes that set Nyx on edge and made his hackles raise.
Something that made everything inside him scream:Ā flee! Run! Go before itās too late!
āWhatās up?ā The blonde kid asked, Nyx couldnāt remember his name. Before he could respond he added, Ā āNot you. You want to be up, like the rest of the cool kids?ā
Nyx sneered, āNo.ā He turned to walk away only for Pink Hair to call out to him.
āYou sure? Much quicker this way. Though that is your preference. Seems weāre all headed to the same place though.ā
Nyxās fur shuddered around his neck, spine tingling.Ā How did he know where he was going?Ā Nyx faced him, fangs bared slightly.
āI said, no. And how do you know weāre all heading the same place?ā
Pink Hair held up a list, āBand, right?ā
Nyx inwardly grumbled, a soft growl leaving his throat, though he was afraid it sounded more like a purrā¦
Goblin Gutsā¦.
āDoesnāt matter. Iāll get there when I get there. If I go at all,ā He tried to whisper that last part to himself, but from the raised brow on the blonde, he didnāt succeed.
Heād already been wondering if Band had been such a good idea for an electiveā¦
Gymnastics had obviously failed miserablyā¦
His ears lowered slightly at the memory as he turned around, back facing the two boys.
What if this was just another excuse to beā¦teased again.
Plus, now these two buffoons would be joining him. Yet another reason not to go.
He huffed, scowling as he marched away.
(Btw, forgive any rudeness from Nyx, and your charries are more than able to follow him if they wish lol, but Nyx is very distrusting, even in my actual series! And heās been through a lot both canon and in this AU. Heās really just a hurt, broken little kid who doesnāt let people in easily. He also doesnāt care all that much for magic or anything he canāt see at first or trustā¦so that was some of what he was sensing.)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb
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