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@euodia-vision @euodia-vision so, are we good with moving forward then? 😏
Thanks dude 😎
@freedomwriter76 @euodia-vision @godlyfantasy12
Wait a sec, this guy will help you take down Marcel if need be
Omniscient
He was a small, brown-skinned young man, with large, strangely white eyes.
The light pressed into visible lines around him – a halo, without variety or obviously shifting temperament, other than a passive, yet distinctive calm.
Loveliness, like a child’s toy cloak, seemed to wrap around him in a choke hold.
He did not blink.
Invisible wings shimmered.
He came to stand near the group of plotting teens, feet trailing over the floor. He tilted his jaw, and watched them, with a soft, warm smile.
“I will be of great help.”
Sebastian
“Hm, I surely would’ve taken you for the bad boy type,” Seb hinted.
He then watched as Nyx’s attention trailed off, and absently traced the hems of his suit cuffs.
The half boy had declined the appeal of the Bad Boy label, which was mildly intriguing.
But then again, people didn’t typically like to be predictable.
Seb could sympathize with that feeling, at least.
Must one be surprising to be unique? To be memorable?
That was something aristocrats and chimney sweeps alike scratched and clawed their way towards – but rarely was there any success. Most had no chance. All wanted it, but no one would acknowledge another’s unique talent if they could help it, other than an initial surprised reaction.
So was that moment of surprise the only thing to strive for?
Was the element of surprise in someone’s way of social interaction, in and of itself, unsurprising? Because everyone attempted it, or because those who did so were unskilled in the craft? Why did one wish to be unique if their very wish was to be expected in this modern age? In such a universe, and in all known universes, then, uniquness was impossible by definition.
Why couldn’t anyone fully understand how to take advantage of the relativity of the concept?
Was it even possible?
No one had yet proven it so.
A shame.
And that was when Sebastian’s brain warped from the pressure. He shut his mouth with a snap – sending his personality into glitches would NOT be good at that very minute – and promptly realized he had been carrying on the conversation without paying attention.
Nyx was now eying him, with a look of slightly less strong annoyance.
Seb couldn’t imagine steering the conversation back to cliques and obtaining any happy comments.
But… he couldn’t remember a thing they had been talking about, or for how long.
Left without an excuse.
He beamed, as bright as the baby starlets on old billboard advertisements.”I… Could you please inform me on what I just said? Did I say anything?”
“Everything is a mountain”
@godlyfantasy12 oh no…..
Aramis, if you beat the **** out of my charries, I will seriously go over there and tear your wings off.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@whalekeeper ROFL I am imagining Aramis’ reaction… @euodia-vision @freedomwriter76
Edrich
A small figure approached…covered in light…yet…impishly menacing. Aramis jumped as the small figure spoke, eyes blazing and a small smile on his…lips?
Everyone stared at the figure, blinking. Edrich narrowed his eyes, studying the figure, wondering what his game was.
He’d seen quite a creature before…but this one was…quite odd. And the light wafting around it, made him look almost angelic-like.
Then again…
There was a sort of…darkness wafting around him.
“You wish to help us?” Edrich asked, eyeing the figure. He…it was a he right? Nodded.
“Well…perhaps you will be of use then…come.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@calyhuge BRUHHHH
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
ALRIGHT YALL!! Here is pax…
@freedomwriter76 @keilah-h @whalekeeper @euodia-vision
Paxton
Pax kept his head down, ignoring Wolfie as he called out to him, running up behind him.
The boy continued to ask questions, until the other young man, Bucky came running up, speaking to Wolfie.
The two continued to follow Paxton, but he ignored them, sniffling and rubbing his eyes as a few more tears trailed down his cheeks.
He kept his eyes focused on the floor, walking away from the two following him, wishing they would just go away!
Why wouldn’t they leave him alone?!
He just…wanted to be alone…
Or…did he?
Paxton…he…he hated being alone…
But now…even with everyone around him…
He still felt like he was all by himself…
“Paxton! Paxton wait, please! I know you’re upset, but come back! Let’s-“ He stopped suddenly, making Paxton’s brain stutter, though his feet kept moving.
Why did he?
Paxton cried out a bit as he hit what felt like a brick wall, making him nearly fall backwards. He looked up, eyes going wide as saucers and face paling at the sight of his eldest brother.
Edrich’s arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed as he scanned Paxton up and down, Aramis standing beside him.
A group followed close around, though a few inches away, leaning against lockers and keeping other students away, casting sneers and glares.
Paxton’s breaths grew shallow and quick as he backed up, knees locking.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Aramis asked, stepping forward and bending down. He grabbed Pax’s sleeve, pulling him up and closer to them, making him squeak and writhe.
“NO! LET HIM GO!” Wolfie cried.
“Not this time, kid,” Aramis said, pulling Paxton closer, allowing the group behind them to step up and around, shielding in Edrich and Aramis.
Edrich lifted Paxton’s chin with his hand, bending down as the team around them took care of any…distractions.
Edrich smiled, taking in the little boy’s fear and panic as he sniffled, shoulders heaving with quiet sobs.
“Let’s talk. Shall we?”
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Things just might get interesting… especially when my characters get involved.
Just one thing first: how many bullies are there? Short descriptions of the humans would be helpful too. I got Omniscient’s description @whaley even though he doesn’t seem like he would be all-knowing. But yea, I kinda want to know who to clobber and who not to.
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@keilah-h is only Crosshairs in magic relics class? Or is Tech in there too?
@calyhuge Only Crosshair for now, but Tech might join if his brother suggests it to him.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@godlyfantasy12 Uh oh…
@freedomwriter76 @whalekeeper @euodia-vision
Hunter
A ruckus in the hallways caught his attention.
He darted out to see what was going on, and came across a winged boy–not a dragon–gripping a squealing character even younger than Hunter himself was.
“No! Let him go!!” screamed another boy. They were probably roommates, judging by the fact that they hung around each other.
“Not this time.” hissed the winged creep, letting some more boys deal with the kid.
Hunter looked from the winged one to the others. He had to do something!
He had to!
“Hey!” he snarled, his spikes raising in an instinctive effort to look bigger and fiercer. “Who are you? What are you doing to him??”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
He’s not omniscient – I just mean I’m writing it from my writerly, omniscient perspective, instead of from his point of view. 🙂
@godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76 @euodia-vision @keilah-hMarcel
Eyes half closed, wings drooping, the young Guardian tapped the drums, listless.
He paused.
His feathers brushed against his consciousness, as if trying to tell him something. But what? What could be so important, that he be distracted from normal class again?
The class seemed well enough, chatting quietly.
Nothing looked wrong. But Marcel was only using his human eyes, after all.
He tensed, stretching the knots and kinks out of his higher self, and focused on his inner eyes.
It took a lot of human energy, and although occasionally it felt natural, being an all-seeing creature was rough on the mind sometimes.
Nothing… nothing… the bubblegum under Sebastian’s right shoe… nothing…
Something.
Wolfie’s distant, echoing, distressed scream. Pushing, laughing. Soft sniffles and blue eyes, looking anywhere but up.
Trouble.
Marcel pulled himself back into his physical body, and groaned, tugging at a tuft of pink. “Great. Great, great, great, GREAT –”
He rose in the air, cloud tower dyed with streaks of dark orange, wings balled up, ready to fall forward like a hurricane.
“Sebastian, don’t die,” he called out, before barreling out, a thrown-back fist grazing the ceiling.
Whether Seb had heard him or not, he had no idea.
The halls were relatively empty, but as Marcel rushed closer and closer, he could sense the fight ahead. He flew past classroom doors, lockers, and startled students, and blew down garbage can after garbage can, until napkins and paper bags were fluttering like streamers in his wake.
Why was superhero work so hard?
He should have suspected this. After all, in the books, you only saw the hero as a normal civilian in the first chapter, and maybe in the last. In between, it was all coolness and heroicness. But didn’t the hero still have a life? Homework? Part-time hobbies? Lunch breaks?
Marcel guessed not.
He looked up from his thoughts, and screeched to a halt, kicking the air in front of him, eyes wide.
Pure chaos.
Wolfie was howling like a mad-man, trying to scramble out of an older kid’s clutches. Two other boys, whom Marcel couldn’t identify, also pushed forward in an attempt to regain control. A whole group of these probably-bullies shifted about in a cluster – and in the middle, stood Paxton.
And the winged boys. Of course.
“What the seagull-brained, popcorn munching leviathan?” Marcel yelled.
“Everything is a mountain”
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@godlyfantasy12 @euodia-vision @keilah-h @whalekeeper This escalated quickly 😂
hmmm…we may need a bit more manpower…good thing I have so many characters XXD
But for now…
Bucky
He had to get to Paxton. Bucky charged forward, but two of the bullies shoved him back, knocking him to the floor.
Grinning, Alec stepped towards him. “Is that the best you can do, Bucky? I thought you were stronger than this,” Alec laughed, mocking, “but I guess you really are weak…just like all of your friends. You’re outnumbered, Bucky, so face it…you’re not going to win.”
“…Just because we’re outnumbered doesn’t mean we’ll lose.”
Bucky leapt to his feet and lunged, straight for Alec. His fist was covered by a glove…but it was still metal underneath, and it connected with Alec’s jaw, hard.
Something cracked, and Alec stumbled backwards, bleeding.
Bucky smirked. “How’s that for outnumbered?”
Alec roared and headed for him, but he didn’t get that far.
Almost as if he were playing football, Alec was tackled to the ground by a tall, muscular figure.
Bucky raised a grin. “You’re late…I thought you were in Trig.”
Steve stood from where he’d tackled Alec and shrugged. “Got too boring…needed some action…needed to save my best friend from getting whipped.”
Bucky scoffed. “You think I can’t handle them myself?”
Steve grinned. “That’s exactly who I’m afraid for…them.”
Bucky laughed and faced their opponents again. “Eh, don’t waste your time.”
Bucky glanced at Alec. He was alive…but hurting…although…was he even conscious?
No matter.
They had a fight to win.
Wolfgang
Wolfgang roared as Erebus threw him back, trying to get to Paxton.
He had to get to Paxton!
HE HAD TO!!
He glanced over at one of the bullies, Alec…oh, he was unconscious.
There were so many bullies.
Wolfgang turned, and he saw someone familiar. Maybe not someone he trusted completely…but someone that he was willing to trust.
“MARCEL, HELP!”
@whalekeeper XD!!! @freedomwriter76 @euodia-vision @keilah-h
Aramis
More people were coming….more of the little flit’s friends…
Aramis seethed, grip tightening on the kid’s shirt sleeve as he tugged him closed. Edrich stood, eyeing the chaos that was beginning to unfold, ignoring the boys yelling at them.
His eyes narrowed as a puff of white became clear down the hall, atop it the color of pink shining like a spotlight.
That annoying kid from before…
Edrich frowned, lips pulled thin. He turned to Alec and Erebus, who were standing near, about to tackle Bucky and Wolfie.
“I’ll let you all handle this,” he spoke to them, “Aramis and I need to have a word with our…brother.”
The two nodded.
Edrich turned back on Paxton, figure looming over him. Paxton reeled into himself, crumpling like a piece of paper. Edrich grabbed his other sleeve and the two brother practically carried him away from the chaos, almost no one the wiser.
Except cloud-boy…
But the rest of the group would make quick work of him…
In fact…their new…curious little member, had already seemed to lay eyes on him.
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TOO IMPATIENT! CANNOT WAIT FOR ANSWERS! MUST! FIGHT! NOW!!!
Katonia
“You what?!?”
Brian has a particular dislike of stealing. One might even call it a hatred, or an obsession. It was like an unforgivable sin to him. Except he knew very well that there is no such thing as an unforgivable sin. He glared at me from his desk. I had made it just in time for magic relics class. Only the dragon boy, Crosshairs, was there, besides us. He watched our feud uncomfortably from the back row. Alchemo was sifting through his pockets, retrieving various rocks and gems. His desk looked like a dwarf’s mining cart had been dumped on it.
“Do you know how much I hate stealing?” His face was growing flushed with indignation.
“Yes, of course I do! I literally just told the readers that!” I retorted.
“Well, then you know how wrong it is!”
“It’s not wrong if it was stolen from you first!”
Brian’s face turned a deep shade of crimson, and then purple. His eyes glowed with small flames. His voice came out as a whisper. “Do you have any idea how many people have made that excuse? Do you have any idea how many people have died from making that assumption? Do you have any idea-”
I didn’t get to hear what I had no idea about, because a shrill scream from the hallway. All four of us jumped. Brian flew to his feet and ripped out his sword, his rage gone. A look of determination replaced it.
Alchemo quickly put a hand on his shoulder. “Prince Brianaro, wait. You are too hasty! Wait to see what the situation is.”
I heard sounds of a scuffle. More like a war, actually. Crashes, yells, and bangs assaulted our ears. It was a fight, and it sounded bad. Brian and Alchemo discerned the same. Alchemo took a quick peek out the door. He slammed the door shut as a body almost flattened it. We were all on our feet as he turned to us.
“Alright class, first assignment: use these stones” – He handed us each an orange stone – “and calm things down in there.”
“Wait!” I cried, as he turned to rush the hall. “What do they do?”
“That’s the assignment! Now, follow my lead! Brian, you had better not draw blood!”
As Alchemo kicked the door open (it must be a Stonestia thing), I heard Brian’s faint, “Awww…”. And we burst into the hall.
Alchemo jumped to the side, juggling rocks, his body glowing as he gained power. Brian didn’t hesitate. There was a small boy (the pitiful one I scared in the dorm five minutes ago) being descended upon by a horde of primitive cavemen with wings. Brian cried, “Mountjoy!” and clobbered one over the head with the flat of his broadsword.
I looked at the orange gem in my hand. I tossed it up and down a few times. I tossed it over my back and caught it. Then I tossed again, and caught it with my foot. I blocked out the noise. Hmmm… enhanced coordination. Cool.
The angel boy from lunch streaked into the room, but I ignored him. I saw Wolfie struggling in the monstrous clutches of an unbelievably ugly winged teenager. Ugly Child was distracted with the fight. I crossed the hall, dodging limbs and wings. (There were a lot of wings. The fight was quickly becoming airborne.) I clutched the rock in one hand as I approached the helpless Wolfie.
He stared at me with wide eyes. “Fancy meeting you here,” I said haughtily, and threw a haymaker at his face.
As I had anticipated, Wolfie twisted away just in time, and my fist connected with its true target. The huge winged teen got a fresh break in his nose.
He cried out in surprise and pain, but I wasted no time. I hammer-hit the back of one of his knees, and then threw a sharp punch under his arm. I yanked Wolfie out of the grasp of the falling, unconscious hulk. Wolfie stared at me in pure shock. “You can thank me later,” I told him, and pushed him out of the fray.
What did Crosshairs do? Well…
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Woops, didn’t see the new messages. Make Brian clobber one of Pax’s captors.
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