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@calyhuge ROFL!!! @euodia-vision @freedomwriter76 @keilah-h @whalekeeper sooo I might have Edrich and Aramis get away with Pax for a little while…
cuz that kinda gives me a chance to bring Sorren in and be the mediator between the brothers like “Ok hey now let’s Uhh maybe not XD
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@godlyfantasy12 Weeeeeeel… One of those bros is kinda recovering from a blunt object to the head, soooooo….
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@godlyfantasy12 You can back Brian fight those two if you want, irl is calling me.
@calyhuge XD k!
Edrich
“AGH!” Aramis lost his grip on Paxton as a young, muscularly built man began to wail on him. Aramis quickly regained his ground, returning the blows, eyes blazing with fury as he cried with rage. He pushed out his wings, sending the young man flying through the air with the force of them.
“YOU LITTLE-“
“Aramis! We don’t have the time. Come on!” Edrich growled, lifting Paxton himself up under one arm. The boy screeched, holding on tightly. He trembled in Edrich’s grasp, light as a feather.
If he wanted to, he could’ve crushed every bone in his body right then and there.
But that wasn’t his intention.
Didn’t want him dead after all. Though, Aramis would probably be more than willing to go with that plan.
They just needed to reacquaint him with the way things were. The order of things.
“Let’s go,” Edrich glared at Aramis, walking off with Paxton in tow. Aramis begrudgingly followed, leaving Brian, still dazed, behind.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebHellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Marcel
Marcel didn’t have to fight.
Calvin didn’t want him to, and he certainly would never let Marcel out of his sight again if this played out.
Besides, if these kids couldn’t stop getting into trouble, what was the point?
He had tried helping. He had taken care of Paxton, listened to the noise, tolerated the drama. But it would just keep coming. Whether anyone liked it or not, the drama would never stop. Ever.
He didn’t have to fight. He could just leave, and grab a bag of chips from the vending machine around the corner… he did have a few quarters from his last allowance…
“MARCEL, HELP!”
Marcel’s eyes grew as round as lemon drops.
Then he flew over the kids’ heads, over the fighting, to the center of the crowd – to the eye of the storm.
The two Icari towered over Paxton, like two hunks of pure yuck, smiles almost dripping with hunger and possessiveness. They were towing him away, as swiftly as possible, leaving crumpled kids behind them.
They didn’t deserve to have beautiful wings.
It was like pigs wearing corsets and hair curlers.
The short, pink-faced Guardian rushed forward, flipping upside down, and came face to face with them. “Hey, nerds.”
He was inches in front of Paxton now, arms crossed in front of him, flashing rock signs. Pretty cool introduction, if he did think so himself.
If only he could come up with a better opening line in time… practice makes perfect.
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper I love Marcel lol @freedomwriter76 @keilah-h @calyhuge @euodia-vision
Edrich
Cloud-boy…
Edrich glowered as the lad came to land in front of them, hands forming some sort of…gang sign. (XD)
Aramis scrunched up his nose, “Nerds? Seriously? Best you got?”
The kid shrugged, “Short notice. What you expect?”
Paxton’s eyes went wide as dinner plates, blinking like a cat as he stared at Marcel, standing up to these two older boys.
“Move out of our way lad,” Edrich said. “We’re going to speak to our brother. When we’re done, we’ll return him.”
“Yea, so be a good little boy and run along,” Aramis said, giving Marcel a fake smile and swatting at him. “He’ll be in one piece. You’ll get him back later.”
“Family matters and such. I’m sure you understand,” Edrich said.
Aramis tilted his head, raising a brow. He looked cloud boy up and down, from his bubblegum pink hair, to his hoodie, to his sneakers. He snickered, smirking.
“If the kid even has a family to begin with.”
Even Edrich smiled a bit at that.
Paxton winced.
“Let me see if I can figure it out…comic geek turned wanna-be superhero, right?” Aramis took a step closer to Marcel, eyes sparking with pleasure as he continued, “I know I wouldn’t want a brother like that, running around in some sort of…fantasy world all day. Get your head in reality kid,” he flicked Marcel’s ear. “Look around. Good doesn’t always win here. And superheroes. Don’t. Exist.”
Oof…i get to show off the physical usually but uhh they like verbal and mental abuse/bullying very much as well 😅
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Hold the Pax situation while I do a RP real quick!
This shouldn’t affect your RP 😉
Girl… you hit a nerve this time. Congrats.
Marcel
If the kid even has…
A family…
Marcel was completely taken aback.
So much so, that he fell off his cloud, and to the floor, with a blunt oof.
As quickly as he could, he stood back up, tugging his hood over his pink hair in a sudden bout of…
What was he feeling?
He wasn’t even sure.
Behind him, Paxton brushed his fingers against Marcel’s hand, even as he cowered in his brothers’ shadows.
The tiny boy was probably afraid. Scratch that, permanently traumatized.
And Marcel felt the duty to comfort him. But for some reason, he couldn’t.
Feathers were rustling deep in his chest. Except they weren’t his normal flight feathers. They were baby bird fluff.
The two Icari, now certain they had hit a nerve, shifted closer, shoulders bumping in their excitement, like sharks smelling blood.
“Where’d you come from, kid?” one of them whispered with a sharp grin.
“Did your parents leave you at the playground or something? Got… lost?”
The other snickered. “Because you sure look like it.”
Their words fell on deaf ears, because Marcel didn’t listen. He didn’t care what they said now.
His mind was frozen, no longer concerned with the bullies, the shouts and kicking, the silly games or catchphrases.
Frozen in time, feathers shattered in the air, like a million pieces of glass and memory.
Because Marcel was sure of one thing in that one, miniscule moment.
He did have a family.
As sure as the piece of taffy he had stuffed behind his ear.
“Everything is a mountain”
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Katonia
I watched in dismay as Brian flew across the room and crunched into the lockers lining the wall. I sped towards him, using my new-found agility. I jumped on a falling head, front-flipped over a wing, and vaulted over a speeding Marcel. Wait, what? Marcel swept in front of the retreating bullies, hovering and trading verbal abuses. He didn’t even notice me. Whatever. I alighted in front of Brian. Hi was sitting against the wall, catching his breath. I offered my hand, and he rose with my aid. My eyes widened. It wasn’t his eyes sparkling in that incredible way that uplifted my soul, or even the fact that he was beaming from ear to ear. Slowly, a white hump rose behind his back.
Then, with a light rustle of power, the hump unfurled into a pair of immaculate white wings, feathered like a swan’s. I gasped. Brian looked behind him, then at the orange stone in his hand. “Guess we know what this one does,” he said, grinning at me. And with a thrust, he was airborne, as if he had had wings his whole life.
He swooped, ducked, and weaved, coming to a hovering stop beside Marcel. He placed a hand on the disturbed angel-boy’s shoulders, stared into his eyes, and said, “Swordbrother.”
Brian looked to me and yelled, “Get the kid! Marcel and I will deal with the Buzzard Brothers!” I prepped for my mad dash. With my dexterity, I was sure I could get the tiny Paxton out of harm’s way.
* * *
Me, waits for Marcel’s reaction before walloping the bullies. Also, remember, Alchemo is still gaining power.
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Let’s go, boizzz
Marcel
Someone’s voice broke into Marcel’s revelation.
Brian – from lunch? – stood there, tough, strong, hand firmly placed on the Guardian’s shoulder. His eyes gleamed with a warrior’s euphoria. “Swordbrother.”
Marcel nodded.
Behind them, a girl – Brian’s friend, if memory served correctly – swiftly ducked in, scooped up Paxton, and carried him away with astonishing speed, despite how small she was.
The two brothers swept forward instantly.
“Have you ever fought two tarred-and-feathered gorillas before?” Brian asked, gritting his teeth, as he grabbed one by the arm – Edrich – and shoved him onto the floor, where he lay temporarily anchored by the bumping and shoving of the crowd.
Marcel imitated him. “Um… kind of.”
“WATCH OUT!” Wolfie yelled, his vocal cords on double time.
He was right. Marcel whipped around, just in time to be kicked in the side by one of the boys, who had sling-shotted around with his wings and exploded off the side of the wall, with a high shriek, like a hawk.
Marcel’s sneakers squeaked backwards.
“You seem like you have before,” Brian added, before being overwhelmed by one of the extra bullies. They promptly began a wrestling match, Brian grinning the entire time.
“Once again, kind of.”
The Icari – Aramis – gripped Marcel’s arms. He was so close, and so full of wrath, his eyes seemed like lasers, boring through Marcel’s face. “This is the last time, little pigeon head! The. Last. Time.”
Marcel blew a fluffy strand of pink out of his eyes. His hair glistened in the blue-green lightning crackling along his wing joints, like cotton candy sprinkled with glitter. “Pff. Like that’s gonna play out the way you want it to. I’m Marcel, after all.”
He pushed back.
Aramis’ eyes widened, and although he tried to look exceptionally fierce, and yelled a few choice words…it all died away in the awesomeness.
Awesomeness incarnate.
All he ever wanted, coming alive.
But before he had even comprehended the enormous smile on his face, or given Aramis what he deserved, things changed again.
Life has a way of doing that at the worst possible times. Especially when one is in a whirl of emotions, trying to contemplate their place in this big old universe. It’s the natural development of things, whether it is wanted or not. Whether it is entirely mentally encouraging for the individual or not. The universe doesn’t care. It throws the routine punches anyway, and at some point or another, someone will end up with a black eye.
Behind the Icari, a figure stood. A boy, with a pale glow radiating from his body, and gentle, kind eyes.
The two met gazes, and the boy’s entire face was illuminated with something… understanding… peace… love…
Suddenly –
Marcel was blinded.
He fell back and wrapped his wings around his face, crashing into a locker.
Feathers flashed with sickly orange and green, shimmering a warning, but it was too late.
Like a magnifying glass, the flame turned his wings’ roots to crumbling embers and ash. Stars, planets, galaxies, and nebulae exploded in his mind, and folded in and in and in again, in a dance of death.
He was on fire, imploding, inside and outside, curled up on the floor, hot tears of angry pain burning white trails down his cheeks –
Light. Light. Light.
“Everything is a mountain”
Also guys, thanks for this. I was having an existential crisis over the amount of schoolwork I have this year, but this cheered me right up. Thank you.
“Everything is a mountain”
Oh oh oh I never saw that section where the Icari teased Marcel for wanting to be a superhero! Darn!! I could’ve played with that.
Maybe after this, the memory will come rushing back, since while they were saying it he was in a trance and wasn’t really paying attention.
After all, he’s most vulnerable right now.
And yes, I give your Icari the permission to beat him up. Just… don’t send him to the hospital.
“Everything is a mountain”
WHAAAAAAAATTT?!?!?
Poor Paxie 😥
Chloe
I walked down the halls. I had no idea what elective I would do, so I decided to go exploring.
I wanted to know where my locker was. It should have been right around the corner.
I turned the corner…
Holy waffles!
A bunch of wings, and a bunch of buff guys were tumbling around in the hallway, right in my way.
I thought for a second…
“Um, excuse me… uh… Can I please go by?”
No answer.
“Excuse me?”
Still no answer.
How was I going to get past? All I wanted to do was get to my locker.
Oh, phooey.
I took one sneaker off my foot. What would happen if I threw my shoe into the fight?
I tossed the shoe in a random direction.
“Ouch!” A muffled cry came from the blur of action.
“Oops.”
Happy unbirthday every one!
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@whalekeeper @euodia-vision @lydibug @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12 PAX!!! 😭 @calyhuge
Man, everyone is involved now 😂😂
I know who got hit by Chloe’s sneaker XXD
Wolfgang
Wolfgang kicked at the bully trying to fight him, kicking him in the stomach, sending him backwards.
He had to get to Paxton! He saw Marcel handling it…and someone else rushing in to help…but he…he had to help Paxton too!
Something hard, yet not fairly big, hit Wolfgang in the side of the head, knocking him to the floor. “Ouch!” he cried, only to realize it was a shoe.
Who had lost their shoe!?
The bully came towards him, a twisted grin on his face. “I’ve got you now, kid.”
Wolfgang got ready to fight, but the boy grabbed his legs. Wolfgang tried to punch him, but he couldn’t quite reach. “AH! HEY, LET GO OF ME!!!”
The bully laughed. “Not happen-”
The bully was kicked, hard, in the ribcage, and he gasped for air and tumbled to the ground. Fists clenched; Jakob stood above him. “You leave my younger brother alone.” He snarled.
The bully glared up at him, still trying to catch his breath. “You’ll pay-”
“Don’t threaten him, or you’ll mess with me.” Adolphus threatened, stepping forward.
The bully lapsed into silence.
Jakob extended his hand, and with his help, Wolfgang stood. “Come on, Wolf. What’s going on here?”
“Aramis and Edrich…they-they have Paxton! We need to rescue him!”
“So, he finally decides to show his face after he’s been avoiding me for months.”
Adolphus turned to face Hilda, who was looking at him with a twisted smile.
“Hilda…are you ever going to get over-?”
“You betrayed my trust in you and smothered the love I once had for you all because you didn’t want me anymore.”
“…I didn’t want to be in that crowd anymore…you could have left the crowd with me.”
“Oh, Adolphus…you’re so naive…”
Jakob stepped forward. “Hilda, don’t do anything rash.”
Hilda turned her attention to Jakob. She laughed and slightly tilted her head. “Oh, Jakob…should you really be getting involved in all of this? Didn’t you get in many problems last time?” Hilda crossed her arms, smirked, and raised an eyebrow, “I’d hate for you to be held back a year, or even get expelled…and I’d certainly hate for something to happen to your brothers.”
Jakob’s fists clenched so tight his knuckles began to whiten. “You leave my brothers out of this.”
“Oh,” Hilda smiled, “I might…but oh, Jakob, you might want to look out.”
Jakob was suddenly taken to the ground by a young man from the bully group.
Erebus, Wolfgang thought he had heard.
Wolfgang headed for them, and as Erebus kept Jakob pinned, Wolfgang began punching and flailing at him. “LET MY BROTHER GO, YOU BIG JERK!!! LET HIM GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”
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@calyhuge @euodia-vision @godlyfantasy12 @whalekeeper @lydibug @keilah-h @anyone-else-I-may-be-forgetting-apologies-lol-XD
Just so y’all know, I probably won’t be on to RP (or even be much on KP at all, heh XD) until, like, maybeeeee Sunday??? idk about even then, lol…I need some time 😅 and school will also be starting back Monday…so yeahhhhh, everyone may be seeing me a lot less.
I have plans for today, tomorrow, and things are about to change A LOT, so I’m going to need some time to just relax and get used to things being different, plus getting back into the school schedule, so yeahhh…it might be a while, but I’m so grateful for y’all and everyone here on KP, y’all help make me laugh and see how many people really do care about me 💕💕
Y’all feel free to move this RP along however y’all see fit! (and my charries are free game…they’ll be okay XXD) See y’all soon ✌️
God Bless 💕💕
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