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(Pff nah bro’s fine, honestly trust issues are such a mood right now and my charries have lived through worse)
(Also I knew you’d want to 😝)
(Also Seb will probs only react really negatively to Nyx if he gets insulted loudly, because right now he’s in a good mood and is harder to shake out of it, so do what you see fit)
Sebastian
The cloud stopped at the sudden grumpy outburst.
Thought for a moment.
Then slowly… slowly… inched along behind Nyx…
Until from the flattened ears, it could be informed that he was very unhappy indeed.
Sebastian cleared his throat, letting out a high, kitten-like sigh – which was actually a decently cute sound. “Aaaaaaahem?”
“What?” Nyx hissed.
“Oh, just going the same way you are. At our own pace.” Sebastian straightened his collar and gave the fox-boy a wink. “We get there when we get there.”
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper XD
Nyx
Nyx growled under his breath, eyeing the two boys, floating on their cloud, the blonde smirking at him as if getting on his nerves were the funniest thing in the world.
He stalked down the hall, head lowered and hands shoved into his pockets.
He turned left, and then right, and then…veered to the right again, the wrong way, which he knew.
This didn’t deter his followers though, as they continued behind him, a few paces back.
“You do know this isn’t the right way?” The blonde called, voice annoying high pitched. Nyx’s ears twitched.
Obviously, he wasn’t getting rid of them anytime soon…
He let out a long suffering sigh, making his way back on track towards band class.
As the door approached, he felt the cloud’s presence loom closer, and inches away involuntarily. He glared, scowling.
“Alright, we’re here. How about you don’t stay glued to my side the whole time, hm? I don’t exactly need, or want a fan base.” He walked through the door with a shove, the wood knocking into the wall as he pushed it open.
His ears lowered, almost against his head, tails tucking around his legs, almost in the hopes that the appendages wouldn’t be seen.
Less chance of them being tugged on that way.
He could already hear the cooing from the few girls gathered around, gathering their instruments, and the few older boys, who were only there to make trouble for the real band members, glancing his direction.
He reached a black stool near the back of the class, sitting himself down, still feeling the weight of a few eyes on him. One tail rose to his lap, nerves itching.
He gently ran his fingers over his fur, trying to quell the itching anxiety inside. Not that he’d let anyone see he was nervous.
Because he wasn’t!
He…
Wasn’t nervous at all…
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebWhat instrument does Nyx play?
Marcel
Fortunately for the Nyx kid, who seemed to have taken the joke too seriously, Marcel managed to convince Sebastian to explore the more shadowy area of the band room, while the music teacher was still yet to appear.
None of the other students had seemed interested enough, preferring to shine up their own instruments, and look properly pleased with themselves.
The two found a half-rigged stage, probably used in the school’s early days, covered with a curtain.
A set of drums stood there, forgotten, alongside a wall with a couple guitars. A bunch of wires, cords, and microphones were stashed away in the corner.
Marcel sat down at the drums and brushed a cymbal with a wing – listening to the faint thrum – and watched Nyx curl up in his seat.
Meanwhile, Seb grabbed a microphone. He stuck his tongue out, as if about to lick it like a lollipop. “These things are weirder than I remember.”
“Yeah…” Marcel buzzed. He clicked the drumsticks together, and looked at the fox-boy again.
He might be a dogservant… but than again, probably not, since he’d been so rude. And he seemed wilder, and more prone to distastefulness.
Whatever he was, he needed a chill pill. Marcel and Sebastian hadn’t even properly teased him, much less said anything of great offense.
Maybe he just didn’t like people who flew on magical clouds. That seemed reasonable enough.
Marcel twisted around on the swivel stool. “Hey, Sebas…”
Sebastian.
The boy held the still shut-off microphone to his chest, eyes shut tight. Singing.
…For some odd, only-known-to-him reason, probably traumatic backstory, but whatever.
It wasn’t super high, or insanely caffeinated-sounding, like the opera that morning. Much softer, and in a way, richer than before.
Like chocolate cake, melted onto your hands, glistening from candlelight – but with a bit of zing too.
What was it?
…Sprinkles.
Sebastian’s hood blew back, but unlike Marcel’s, which summoned feathers, only the lightest bit of power sparkled around him. Not even enough to adequately shift, but enough that it was perfectly clear why this was Seb’s preferred mode of energy-harvesting.
If something exploded right about then, he would have been suddenly in awesome mode, in the snap of a finger.
The boy’s eyebrows fell from their usually ferocious position, until he looked sad. Lonesome. Alone at a party.
He let the last note fall. Super sweet.
Then shrugged one shoulder, gave a little twirl, and chucked the microphone into the corner.
Hard.
A metal ringing clanged against their ears. A few girls squealed. Others yelled for quiet, and for delicacy with the instruments, until someone stepped back onto the little stage and removed the wires, cords and microphones.
“That wasn’t a mic drop, you know,” Marcel chided Seb. “You should know the difference.”
Sebastian looked as if he were about to say something, but didn’t.
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper aww Seb…
Nyx plays the acoustic guitar and the bandurria! He mostly plays Spanish folk songs or music from those regions and such, it’s quite beautiful and he’s rather skilled at it but doesn’t like many ppl to know because he’s actually a bit embarrassed/shy about it.
im not entirely sure what to RP him doing now….
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebYeah, well, stylishly dramaAaAaAatic…
But he tends towards his father’s side most of the time, instead of his mother’s, so he should be back to his explosive tendencies shortly.
Well Nyx could experiment with some of the guitars. Maybe he’s never tried other types before. (Seb does love a good electric guitar XD)
Maybe eventually someone teases him and my bois have to step in quick – so there’s at least some level of acceptance by the end of the class.
“Everything is a mountain”
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Hehe, Band class is already so much fun 😂😂 ahh, Nyx, Marcel, and Sebastian make some trio XXD
and…
PAXTON!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭
Riker
Wolfgang pushed open the dorm room door. “Paxton! Pax…?”
Riker quietly followed Wolfgang into the room.
Wolfgang rushed to Paxton, who was curled into a ball on the bed, his large stuffed bear in hand.
“Paxton…? Pax…are you okay?”
When Paxton didn’t reply, Wolfgang turned to Riker, eyes wide. “He-!”
“Shhhhh,” Riker pressed a finger to his lips; he bent to get down to Paxton’s eye-level, “Paxton…are you okay? Wolfgang came to check on you…are you okay? Did something happen…?”
@freedomwriter76 ikr! @whalekeeper
Paxton
Paxton froze as the door of his room opened, eyes peeking up from where he stayed, curled with Hope on the bed.
Wolfie…
He couldn’t understand what the boy was saying…it was muffled…and confused…
But his face looked pained…panicked.
Was something wrong? Had something happened while he’d been sleeping?
The young man with him…Paxton remember him as Riker…one of Ember’s friends, approached, trying to calm Wolfie down.
Unraveling from his cocoon, Paxton gazed up slightly, though he felt a bit intimidated by the older boy. His eyes were still a bit red and his mouth tasted like salt from earlier tears.
Riker bent down, meeting Paxton’s eyes with gentleness. “Paxton…are you okay? Wolfgang came to check on you…are you okay? Did something happen…?”
Paxton stared for a moment, cheek still tucked against Hope’s own. He looked at Wolfie; the concern still evident on his friend’s face.
Oh.
It was him they were worried about.
Still a bit strange…having people fuss over him.
Paxton shook his head, looking away.
“You sure Paxton? It wasn’t Marcel was it? If it was…” Wolfie’s fists clenched, eyes narrowing as his sentence faded.
Paxton raised a brow, a bit confused. What would Marcel have done to make him sad? Or scared? He shook his head.
Riker tilted his head, gently reaching out a hand. Paxton flinched for a moment, but was surprised to find it never touched him. Instead, Riker’s hand hovered above his knee, as if waiting for his approval.
Paxton relaxed slightly, leaning back towards the young man; a subtle gesture that it was alright for him to touch him.
Placing a hand on the boy’s knee, Riker asked, “You sure you’re alright? You know you don’t have to be afraid to talk to us…”
Paxton stared into Riker’s bright eyes, thinking. He scrunched his nose with a sniffle, fingers tightening around Hope’s bosom.
“F-Fell a-asleep…” He whispered, looking down, ashamed. He sniffed again, more tears threatening to spill. “S-sorry…”
“Why are you apologizing? You were exhausted! You should’ve seen yourself earlier! Besides-“ Wolfgang’s speech was cut off by a gentle look from Riker. The boy tilted his head, a bit confused, but then, realization slowly dawned on his face.
Riker turned back to Paxton. “Because you missed class? You’re sorry because of that?”
Paxton hiccuped a sob, nodding. “D-don’t wanna-wanna b-b-be in, in tr-trouble!” He curled around himself again, crying into Hope’s neck. “D-didn’t m-mean, mean to..I’m s-s-sorry!”
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebaaahhh Pax’s story is so sad……
whyyyyyyy
lol
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Bro Pax you sleep as long as you want
Anyhow, here’s the lonesome one, although no one else is in swim 😋
Dogchild
The Dogchild quietly walked out of History class, and down the hall, towards the back of the building.
He had chosen Swimming for his next elective. It had been the only natural choice for him; it was the only place he would be perfectly at home at, even if it wasn’t as invigorating as the salt sea.
After changing in a nearby locker room, he stepped out the door, tapped his now bare feet against the hot, popsicle-sticky concrete, and gazed out at the large pool.
Reasonably packed groups of teenagers shifted around. The boys wore trunks or full suits – like the Dogchild did – and the girls wore a variety of styled suits, all in an eye-bleeding teal blue. There were a lot of giggles and volatile emotions, bursting out from them in waves. At one end of the pool, the oldest boys goofed off at the diving board, while a younger audience laughed bashfully from afar.
The Dogchild placed down his neat white towel upon one of the benches. Then he stood up, his ruff brushed out curly and shiny against his neck, and glanced across the pool.
There, a small smattering of students shot him ridiculing stares, and talked quietly to one of the lifeguards. One of them pointed at the pool vacuum.
The Dogchild focused on their faces individually. His voice was clear and foreboding, even across the pool.
“I do not shed.”
Leaving them to shiver in their blue suits, he lightly padded along the side of the water around three corners, deliberately avoiding passing them. His feet barely touched the poolside tiles, and he had a distinctly fine-tuned gait, like a deer.
When he approached the edge, he slid to a diving position. With a flick of the ear, he pushed off, and came to a comfortable backstroke.
Perhaps he had an unfair advantage. After all, he had learned to swim before he could walk. He could thank Atlas and Dove for being wise parents, and sending him to play in the shallows instead of amusing himself along the carnival stalls. Their judgment had saved him from learning far worse skills.
The sun reflected off the bottom of the pool, sent marbled light-strands shining through the Dogchild’s eyelashes, and turned everything fuzzy and white. Mostly everything smelled of chlorine, but a distant aroma of barbecue wafted along the breeze from one of the nearby restaurants.
He closed his eyes, and let the orange light seep into his skull.
“Everything is a mountain”
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@godlyfantasy12 the baby!!! 😭😭 @whalekeeper
Wolfgang
“Hang on…wait, Pax…it’s okay! I’ve missed class before…it’s okay…you-you didn’t mean it…you won’t be in trouble…” Wolfgang whispered, going to Paxton, wanting to pull him into a hug, but knowing he probably shouldn’t.
“Paxton,” Riker gently touched Paxton’s hand, “…you’re safe…you’re okay.”
“Yeah, if anyone wants to mess with you, they’re gonna have to get-” Wolfgang quieted at Riker’s gentle, but firm, look. “Ahh, sorry…heh.”
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Sorry in advance for Paxton’s emotional stability.
Katonia
I didn’t care what Brian thought. This needed to end now.
I tried to get him to deal with the chemical situation right after class, but he ignored me, muttering to himself about “inaccurate history”, “uncultured swine of a publisher”, and similar dark and ridiculous thoughts. The Seb kid brushed right past him and escaped before Brian could notice my bulging, popping eyes glaring at him. Forget Brian. There wasn’t time for negotiations. The next class started in minutes.
I had left Brian to his broodings, slammed my books into my locker, and stalked resolutely up the halls. The smarter kids got out of my way, despite my short, slight appearance. I think someone whispered something about “fire in her eyes” or something like that.
I located the silly man-child’s dorm door on scent and tracks alone. Wherever he went, this ridiculous, expensive odor remained. I kicked open the offending door and surveyed the scene. Why are there so many empty-headed, featherbrained children in here? was my first thought. I ignored their stunned, angry, and terrified faces (depending on the individual) and marched past them. I didn’t need to look closely. It was obvious from the signs that Seb had been here right after chemistry and deposited his load in the bathroom. I kicked open that door too, scanned the premises, and snatched the bag of deadly poison from it’s poorly concealed hiding place in a box under a towel under the sink behind another box. Ok, not so poorly hidden. Satisfied with myself, I turned to leave.
I had neglected to notice the two standing boys’ hostile expressions. The wolf like one now blocked the exit, and he did not look like he was open to negotiation. Drat. Now I’m wishing Brian was here.
* * *
Just trying to make sense of this chaos… and maybe add to it a bit…
I can’t resist making an entrance. Especially with people kicking down doors. If no one else will, the doors of this school will remember Brian and Kate.
@calyhuge No problemo! I apologize in advance for Paxton’s freaked reaction XD @freedomwriter76
Paxton
Paxton’s lips trembled, body leaning into Riker, aching to feel some…sense of warmth. He sniffled, lips turning into a small smile, Riker’s arms slowly wrapping around him.
Just as the door crashed open; wood splintering across the floor.
Paxton let out a bloodcurdling scream, pushing back from Riker and collapsing onto the bed in a heap. He sobbed, shrieking and grabbing at his ears, shaking with a violent chill.
“Paxton!” Wolfie cried, but his voice was drowned out by the desperate plea that was repeating over and over in Paxton’s skull. He opened his mouth, but all that came out were pitiful sobs and heaves; grunts and moans.
Don’t hurt me…I didn’t mean to…
I won’t do it again….please…
P-please…?
He couldn’t feel any pain…couldn’t feel anything really…except a gentle touch on his forehead, running over his hair. He flinched, so forcefully it made his stomach churn.
It wouldn’t be long now…he knew it.
He’d been stupid! So stupid!
He’d never do it again! He…he’d never fall asleep like that again…
Maybe…maybe Wolfie could try…but…
No one could help him…no one.
He…he had to do it himself! Had to…had to be good…
Had to listen…
He wouldn’t do it ever again…none of it…
He’d be more careful next time…with Hope. With his friends…
He…He wouldn’t even talk again…
Yea…that….that would be good…
GAH!!! I promise yall…I don’t mean to always write him like this it’s just what comes out….
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebOh SHOOT Cal, you killed him.
*Calling for backup* We’re gonna need extra roommates to handle this… ten-four…
…Also Cal, Seb still has some explosives on his person, but he should still be adequately upset 😛
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@godlyfantasy12 No prolamo! I revel in dramatic change and violent emotional reaction (I mean, I don’t like it when people are emotionally scarred… I’m not that guy…)
Now the question is, what does @freedomwriter76 make Wolfie do? Still not sure if he’s an actual wolf or not.
Sebastian
Seb perused the instruments for a few minutes, before finally choosing the violin.
It was familiar enough to him that he could easily slide into scales, but not overly familiar, like the piano. Being from the universe he was, he had an innate sixth sense when it came to learning music – like learning how to laugh – and also like any other child born where he had been born, he wanted a challenge at all times. Not to mention, no one else seemed to consider it as a band instrument, so he would stand out a little more among the taller students.
There was only one seat left. And naturally, it was right next to Nyx – who, when he also noticed, tensed into a bristled fetal position.
Sebastian gave him a casual smile – which would have been considered gorgeously attractive to any girl nearby, was it not for his baby fat.
A minor set-back, to be sure.
“Hey, fellow musician. A charm to meet you, really…”
He eased into the row of chairs, and was about to say he didn’t bite, when Nyx’s lips pulled back a little, revealing sharp teeth.
“…But I also have to exist.”
Seb glanced around.
No one was paying any heed. The teacher was still missing, all the students were either hanging out or playing quiet songs on their own instruments, and Marcel still messed around on the drums, half dozing off.
Without missing a beat, Seb sat on his chair, plucked out his violin from the case, and in addition, slid a long, silver wand out of his pocket.
It was a firework sparkler.
A small flame from a lighter set it off – it barely made any light or noise at all, only a small sparkle – and Seb slid it into one of the thin sound holes in the violin.
He only had to play a few notes, and tap the wooden floor with his shoe rhythmically, before something appeared before him.
A golden rip, in the fabric of space and time.
He blew the sparkler out, and continued tapping.
Through the rip, as if obscured by light, a figure came up an invisible flight of steps, stepped into a creamy, morning-lit hall, and stared in his direction.
It was a boy – taller than Seb was, messy hair laced with scarlet, an old pair of headphones dangling over his head.
He carried a cup of coffee in one hand, and a small gun in the other.
Hugo looked like he had been awake for a long time.
“Seb?” he asked, mouth agape. “Is that you? Or am I just dreaming again?”
“I’m too beautiful to be anything else,” Seb smirked.
Hugo didn’t seem to have understood for a second, but then he came closer. His eyes were pale and unnatural, but otherwise he seemed normal – a wide, crooked smile cracked his face. “Hey, bro, how’s dorm life?”
“Roomies with a cherubim. Been fun.”
“Not bad dibs at all. Sweet.”
Seb nodded. It was true, life was sweeter here than he had first thought. Simple, and crowded, but neither of those were necessarily frustrating all the time. “Being a modern kid has its own vibes, and I fit quite well in them. I enhance them, if I do say so myself.”
“Caught any sleep?”
“I’ve only been here for maybe eight hours, Hugo.”
“…It’s only been eight hours?” Hugo’s grip on the gun tightened. Just a little.
Seb raised an eyebrow. “You look… a little stir-crazy. You know, with the firearm and all.”
The boy chuckled, shaking his head, and put down the gun to take a long sip of coffee. “Nah, just tired.”
“Just tired, he says.”
“Actually, funny story, I got caught in the middle of a gangster squabble. Had to protect our kids. No one got hurt, but you wouldn’t believe the funny bit. Your dad was involved, naturally -”
Seb’s face darkened. “Naturally.”
“Yep. And he was conducting this deal, over at the big house. He tells them to wait in this room, and then he sets a bomb, and blows it up right before they step in. They run off like a bunch of cats with their tails on fire. But get this.”
Peals of laughter rippled through. “It was your bedroom!”
“What?”
“I know right? He must have been ready for remodeling. And now everyone who thought you might be dead before, are super sure now. They think he’s going through the stages of grief, only criminal mastermind edition.”
Seb’s expression flickered furiously. “That room was super clean. It was still innocent of my crimes.”
“That’s not the best part. He obviously didn’t think it through, because he also blew up all the stuff inside it – like that absolutely ridiculously expensive shoe collect…”
Hugo paused.
Reconsidered his words. Then quickly put on his headphones.
“WHAT?!?” Sebastian shrieked. The violin strings screeched, and Nyx – who had been forgotten – screeched also, covering his soft ears.
Several other people yelled for silence, but the room was already so chaotic with a million tiny sounds, it was impossible to pinpoint where the outburst had come from, if you hadn’t already known.
Seb fell back to an anguished groan of fury, dropped the violin into the case, and turned back to the still shimmering image of the boy. Fire coursed through his veins. “I will throw every one of his fancy suits on the floor and step on them with my bare toes – I will take my revenge, until things will never, ever be the same again. Those shoes were SACRED.”
He felt… betrayed.
As if this should have surprised him.
Suddenly all he wanted to do was snuggle up in a blanket and watch silent black and white films, eat three gallons of ice cream, and cry.
Hugo eased the headphones off. “My bad, Seb… I shouldn’t have told you.”
It was too late now.
Hugo peered through the portal, trying to gauge Seb’s feelings. His copper eyes shone sympathetically. “…Look here, I’ll send you some takeout. Go to your new room, eat. You’ll feel better, okay?”
But Seb didn’t get the chance to reply, as the window, the hallway, and the boy suddenly disappeared, no longer powered by the beat of his foot-tapping.
All of a sudden, life sucked.
“Everything is a mountain”
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