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Awww, bye girlie! I hope this new transition into a new school year goes smoothly. 🥰
@godlyfantasy12 @whalekeeper @lydibug @keilah-h @calyhuge @freedomY’ALL! this chat exploded! i don’t even know what my boi is doing rn. I think he’s currently tackling a kid as Wolfie attempts to throw punches. 😂
Erebus
“LET MY BROTHER GO, YOU BIG JERK!!! LET HIM GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”
Why were little kids so annoying?
The screeches of the small boy grew into a thunderous warcry as he charged at the taller boy, attempting to wound him in whatever way his flailing arms could.
With a slight roll of his eyes, Erebus readjusted his grip on the brother and then used his available arm to hold Wolfgang back, desiring to avoid the boy permanently damaging his face.
The boy continued to thrash his arms violently, howling with rage.
“Let him goooo, let him goooooo!”
Erebus felt his irritation rise into fury.
“JUST SHUT UP!!!”
Wolfgang blinked, his arm flailing paused for a second. This gave Erebus enough time to jump up, still clutching the boy’s brother in his grasp, and shove Wolfgang to the ground.
This was not what I anticipated as my pleasurable afternoon.
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
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@freedomwriter76 I was going to use the shoe! How dare you! (I’m totally joking, btw)
@godlyfantasy12 @euodia-vision @esther-c @whalekeeper @keilah-hKatonia
I crouched inside the classroom, holding the shaking, tiny boy. I watched as Brian and Marcel battled two winged brutes. They didn’t even use their feet, except for kicking. Brian looked pretty good with wings. It was going well. No one noticed me, or Paxton.
Then another angel boy joined the fray. Except this one seemed… off. He was too perfect. In everything but actions. The new boy looked at Marcel and smiled, and Marcel was instantly thrown back, crumpling to the ground.
Brian, instead of being two-on-two, was three-to-one, opponent’s favor. He cried out, seeing his sword brother disabled. “Fine! If that’s how you want to play,” he cried in rising wrath, “no more flats and pommels!” He lunged and swung, taking a chunk out of one of the brute’s wings. As promised, he did not draw blood, but the bully’s wing was effectively clipped. He crashed to the ground, crippled. Feathers flew, and I lost sight of them. But more feathers kept flying. Brian’s, the bullies’, or the angel’s, I couldn’t tell.
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@whaley, @whoever’s bullies I’m fighting, you take it from here
Brian and Kate are the toughest, bro
Marcel
The light flickered off, as soon as it had turned on.
Marcel nearly sobbed in relief – but swallowed down the burn, and stumbled back to his feet. He stared down at his sneakers.
His shoelaces were toasted black at the tips.
Marcel breathed… in… and out…
His nerves tingled sharply, and as he wheezed for air, pain shot up his wings and screamed for relief.
But strangely enough, his feathers weren’t even charred. Not even a teensy-weensy bit.
Not an outside sign showed, other than the shoelaces, and streaks of white down his face. His feathers still sparkled unnaturally – like a neon sign – but no one would see anything other than a light show.
He sighed – then quickly surveyed the scene, even as his knees faltered.
The boy was gone.
Imagination?
Not likely.
Perhaps he had been a personification of Marcel’s deepest insecurities, resulting from untrue mental statements of well-being and okayness, and the bubbling up of said insecurities despite all efforts to restrain them.
…Also not likely.
Marcel cocked his head, sweat caking pink strands over his eyes.
Then the chaos came rushing back.
Schoolboys screamed insults and death threats, lunged with clenched white fists, and twirled through the air with unnerving ease.
One fell through the air and crashed, like a downed plane, prompting a round of unanimous cheers (or shrieks of dismay – it was hard to tell).
“Angel boy!”
Marcel wobbled, turning around, as if pitching and tossing on a ship deck. He poked his finger at his own chest. “…Me?”
It was Brian’s girlfriend – the assumption was based well enough – with Paxton. The two peered out of a nearby classroom door, kneeling on the floor.
The little boy looked like he was about to die.
Like that was new.
“Yes, you,” the fiery-faced girl stated bluntly. “Where do we go?”
Marcel blinked leftover stars away, and approached them. He had to swallow down another fireball – at least, it felt like a fireball – and squint his eyes shut from the pain, before stretching out his wings.
They were stiff and crooked, but they would have to do. He didn’t have the concentration to summon a cloud. “Hold my hand.”
The girl raised an eyebrow. “I am not holding your hand.”
“Alright, then. You can follow along underneath me, to my dorm. Give me Pax.”
She hesitated, but maybe she remembered watching Marcel and Brian fighting together – because she passed the boy over.
Pax’s hand was hot and sticky. His entire body rocked from anxious chills.
“Okie-dokie,” Marcel muttered.
A thin flourish of feathers twisted around his arm, down to their hands, and entwined them. An additional wing wrapped around the younger boy’s body.
“Okie-dokie… everything’s a piece of cake…”
They lifted off – awkwardly, but surely – and began to fly down the hall. Airborn. Hopefully for at least a few minutes.
#ProtectAdolinKholin
@whalekeeper sob! Poor Marcel!! I will say this…Edrich won’t let him just take off with Pax @EVERYONE
this one’s a bit rough….heh
Edrich
Edrich watched the chaos…
Everything was getting out of hand…nothing was going as planned…
This was too much…next time, they’d make sure they were alone when they attacked…
But right now, he didn’t have that time to think. Cloud-boy was taking off with the flit…
Another failure…
No…not this time…
Rage rose inside of Edrich…the rage he tried to hold deep within…the rage that usually only Aramis knew how to get out…
Edrich let out a deep, gut-filled, monstrous cry, stunning the fighters for a moment.
“ARAMIS! NOW!”
Aramis jerked up, ignoring whoever he was in combat with. Immediately he was at his brother’s side, a bit worse for wear and bleeding from his lip and forehead, but otherwise fine.
Edrich zoomed in on Cloud-boy, flying off with Paxton in tow. His eyes burned red hot. Golden rage blurred his vision.
“THIS ENDS NOW!” Edrich took off like a shot, flying at Marcel, wings shrunk together to give him more speed.
He took the boy down quickly, pushing his head into the marble floor with a thud. And then again. (SORRY MARCEL 😭 these guys are…really bad guys…)
Aramis, following suit, grabbed Paxton and flew him into the air, taking him up into the second and third story of the building, away from the crowd.
Edrich held Marcel by his pink hair, hissing in his ear, “You have NO IDEA what we’re capable of. You want to help our the little flit? DON’T LET US SEE YOU WITH HIM AGAIN.”
(Marcel I’m so sowwy…)
In case the boy didn’t already get the message, though his forehead was bleeding from the marble floor, Edrich gripped one of his wings, wrenching it backwards.
Paxton
Paxton screamed as Aramis flew him higher, clinging to his brother’s jacket in an effort to feel at least a bit safer.
For a moment…he thought maybe he’d get away…
But that seemed fairly hopeless now.
Hopeless…
Hope…
Paxton gasped, eyes widening in distress at the sudden loss of feeling on his shoulder blades.
He screeched in pain as his backpack slid off his arms, falling to the ground below. He wrestled in Aramis’ grip, reaching for it.
“Would you hold still you stupid little-! Do you want to fall?!” Aramis practically screamed, nails digging into Paxton’s skin as he held him, lifting him higher. Paxton’s screams rose to a higher, more panicked pitch, and he soon began hitting Aramis, punching at his brother’s chest and shoulders.
“What the-?!” Aramis’s blinked, shocked. “Are you…?” Aramis growled, face contorting in ways Paxton had never seen before.
As if realizing what he was doing, Paxton stopped for a moment, sniffling, shaking uncontrollably from the loss of his only emotional anchor…and fear.
He’d never fought back against his brothers before….
Much less hit one of them…
Paxton shook his head, trying to explain that it was a mistake, sobbing as he covered his face.
“Well, we’ll just see what Edrich thinks of that, won’t we? Guess he was right. This little talk will do us all a lot of good, hm?”
Aramis landed on the third floor, still holding Paxton in his arms.
Everyone else in the hall had no clue what had happened, or been happening on the floors below, and…probably didn’t care.
Paxton whimpered, bracing himself for the inevitable as Aramis carried him into the brothers’ personal lounge.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebSo…
@euodia-vidion @calyhuge @whalekeeper @freedomwriter76 @keilah-h @lydibug
I kinda feel bad having so many ppl focused on Paxton? If that makes sense?? But at the same time I guess y’all kinda chose to do that? I mean he could just be beat senseless and y’all just be like “Eh whatever XD
but I have a feeling the next course of action might be Mission find Pax? XD XD idk 😂
Especially now that’s he’s lost Hope 😭
if that’s the case…I think I’ll have to bring in Arabella….
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@calyhuge lol 😂😂 @euodia-vision thx girl!!! 💕💕 I think I can get 1 or more RPs still in tho 😉 @godlyfantasy12 NOOO, PAX!!!! 😭😭 @whalekeeper @keilah-h @lydibug
Man…this has escalated really quickly XXD😅
Bucky
Wolfgang was knocked to the ground, and Bucky leapt into the fray, Steve at his side.
Bucky went high, Steve went low, and together, they knocked the bully, Erebus, to the ground flat on his back.
Erebus’ head hit the floor with a thud, and he groaned.
Steve leapt to his feet. “Stay down.”
Bucky nodded. “Yeah, what he said. Wolfgang, need a hand?”
Wolfgang took his hand and slowly lifted to his feet.
The boy Erebus had tackled stood up. “Wolfgang, are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Wolfgang sniffed and wiped his nose with his sleeve, “but I-I-I think they-they got away with Paxton, Jakob!”
Jakob pulled Wolfgang into a hug. “We’ll find him, Wolf…we will.”
Bucky slowly nodded, and he bit his lip. “Maybe we should try to get this fight stopped…the teachers can probably hear us in the classrooms.”
Steve slowly nodded in agreement. “Maybe we should try to get some help?”
Jakob rolled his eyes, releasing Wolfgang. “Yeah, as if any of these teachers would want to help us…we’d be the ones blamed. Trust me, I’ve been to this school before.”
Bucky clenched his fists and turned around to face more bullies. “We’ll stop these people. Come on, Steve, let’s do this.”
Wolfgang slowly sank to the floor, burying his face in his knees, sobbing. “…I failed Pax…”
“Oh, Wolf…” Jakob whispered, and he fell to his knees beside his brother, pulling him into his embrace.
(Wolfgang…the baby!!!!! 😭😭)
WOLFIE 😭 😭 @freedomwriter76
Baby! It’s okay, Paxton doesn’t think that buddy. Not at all, he’s just grateful he has friends who tried at all!
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSebWhat the freaking puff pastries –
Um.
Okay.
We’ll survive. We’ll survive. Kind of. 😊
Lol it’s okay, now it’s just kinda a fight between good and evil… yeah?
Marcel
Paxton was torn from Marcel’s arms, and in the space of three seconds –
His head split open into a thousand pieces against the floor.
Edrich’s words were all a blur… floating in a sea of puffy clouds… and pretty pink flowers…
Marcel floated away too.
Away and away, wrapped in golden silks, armor flaming and smoking, like a shooting star…
Like a shooting star…
…
“Beautiful, isn’t it? The imagery.”
“I wish Guardians had fire extinguishers in heaven.”
“Well, they don’t. Marcaedes, awake! Embrace your identity, Marcaedes – think of the possibilities! Wars infinite, bitterness no more, flight to universes once thought best left alone. Shove down that tiny, fluffy pet human you call Marcel. He is only an illusion. YOU COULD BE A GOD.”
“You think? Sweet.”
“I wasn’t speaking to you, little human. I was speaking to your superior, your true master. Die, and be thankful for the few moments of fun you were bestowed with. Marcaedes is everything to me. Leave him in peace.”
“Marcaedes doesn’t want to talk to you right now. Your relationship is strained, dude. He told me to send you a message.”
“Anything from Marcaedes.”
“Leave us alone. Forever.”
…
Time ripped back open, like a bag of lollipops, and spilled all over the floor of reality.
The little human lolled his head to the side, and eyed his own broken, red-splattered wing. “Hey… I always wanted to be a flamingo…”
Edrich still panted from a wild, animal-like exhilaration. He smiled, and twisted the wing harder.
Marcel smiled back, and coughed.
Was there still only one winged bully… or two… or three…
No. Still just one.
“Look at that… you’re under the weather,” Edrich whispered. “Are you going to comply, or are we going to have to make… excuses? We could just tell the teachers… let’s see… someone cut up their pillow, and dragged it all down the hall. Never mind the red punch juice, either…”
The same red punch juice trickled down into Marcel’s eyebrows.
“So what will it be, Cloud-Boy?”
Marcel thought for a second.
Then he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a handful of quarters.
He threw them over Edrich’s head.
“What the -” Edrich flinched, and glanced behind him.
The coins had glanced off the glass screen of a vending machine, and scattered all over the floor.
Edrich burst out laughing. “What did you expect that to do? You’re lame, cringe, and a bad shot.”
Marcel feigned disappointment, and crossed his eyes. “Aw, man. Maybe if I kick it?”
Feathers shot out around him, like a blossoming flower, creeping across the ceiling at the speed of lighting. They zig-zagged behind the machine, and gave it a good, hard heave.
Marcel’s smile widened, reflecting an unearthly turquoise glow.
Edrich shrieked, and attempted to fly away to the side – but before he could, the vending machine crashed over him.
The bang echoed down the hall.
Marcel slowly floated upward, until his limp, dead wing and the tips of his sneakers trailed against the floor.
Head still lolling to one side.
Broken.
And zoomed away.
#ProtectAdolinKholin
@godlyfantasy12 Yeah! Um, yes, bring in Ara. She can probably stand up to Aramis and Edrich like no one else.
@euodia-vision @whalekeeper @freedomwriter76 @lydibug @calyhugeHunter
The winged bully took off, with the little kid clutched in his arms, as his friends screamed for him.
Wait a second…
That was Paxton, from the art class!
Hunter looked back and forth from the fleeing bully to Pax’s friends, who were currently being mobbed by the others.
He wanted to fight, and help the others….but Paxton could be hurt over there!
Hunter spread his wings and flew after them, making sure the bigger boy didn’t see or hear him.
Crosshair
A fight broke out in the hallway. Hunter was there, flying after one of the bullies.
Crosshair wasn’t quite sure what to do.
Sure, a fight would be fun…..
But, judging from the feathers everywhere, he could get hurt easily, and he didn’t want that right before class.
Actually, come to think of it….no one said he had to actually get in there, right?
He took an unsharpened pencil from his desk, lined it up with where he wanted to hit, and threw it at the closest bully. Whoever it was turned to look just as it flew. It knocked straight between the boy’s eyes and bounced off (Eraser first, mind you).
Crosshair snickered. Perfect shot…..as always, he didn’t have his name for no reason.
The bully snarled and picked up the pencil. “Who did that? Huh??”
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
Yeesh. Not that he didn’t kidna deserve it, but still.
@godlyfantasy12 @euodia-vision @freedomwriter76 @lydibug @calyhugeAn edit to my previous RP, because I didn’t see the part where a vending machine crashed on Edrich. Assume this happened right after he threw the pencil.
Crosshair
One of the other kids–winged, yes, but not a bully–threw some coins at the boy that was twisting his wing.
He was a bad shot, or at least so it seemed. The metal implements bounced off a vending machine.
Bully boy started laughing. “What did you expect that to do?”
He wasn’t laughing for long.
The vending machine tipped, but not of its own accord. Someone was pushing it.
A loud crash resounded as the bigger winged kid shrieked and let go of the little one.
Crosshair darted around a few astonished people and back into the far corner of the classroom. The bully who was after him with the pencil was the least of his worries right now.
He had to leave the scene before someone blamed this on him……
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
Chloe
“Oops… sorry… sorry…”
I quickly went to retrieve the shoe.
I avoided the bullies, but still bumped into a few people, and stepped on a few toes.
And picked up my shoe.
I looked around.
Someone should really get a teacher.
Oh, forget being neutral!
I threw the shoe as hard as I could, and hit one of the bullies square in the face.
Happy unbirthday every one!
"EVERYTHING IS AWESOME..."@lydibug lol imagine if that were the same bully my guy Crosshair just hit with a pencil.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
@whalekeeper YEAA MARCEL!!’ GET HIM!!! Gah the poor baby 😭 Whaley I’m sorry…Edrich and Aramis are really…not good guys….
I know I’ve shown them as bullies obviously but this really didn’t show their evil side (especially Edrich’s…)
@everyone XD I don’t feel like tagging everybody…also…Pax might get hurt and…I feel bad tagging ppl because I know people aren’t going to like that…
*prepares self for the pitchforks and torches*
Edrich
Edrich let out another monstrous cry, pushing the vending machine off of him. By the time he had, however, Cloud-boy was gone.
The chaos a few feet away was beginning to die down, but Edrich could care less about that.
How…dare that little…
He’d gotten the upper hand…
Somehow distracted Edrich enough to win…or at least flee.
But next time…
Edrich growled, fists clenching until his nails bit into his own skin. His nostrils flared and he kicked at the now broken machine, causing sparks to fly.
Pain rocketed through him, but it was a dull thud compared to the anger at having lost…
Then again…
Aramis had gotten away…hadn’t he?
With their mark…
So then…they hadn’t really lost, had they?
Edrich took in a few deep breaths, like an animal, after a long battle. He straightened, adjusting his now bloodied attire and wings.
With one last glance to his group, Edrich ascended from the ground, headed to find Aramis and continue their business.
Paxton
Paxton pulled his knees to his chest, trembling as he and Aramis waited for Edrich’s arrival in the lounge.
He sat on a wooden chair in the middle of the room-despite there being many other, more comfortable places to sit. It seemed Aramis didn’t have comfort in mind.
Which wasn’t surprising.
Aramis released a sigh of agitation, tapping his shoes against the carpeted floor. He peeked out the door for the third time before shutting it again, fists clenching and then unclenching against his thighs.
“Where is he? There’s no way any of those losers could’ve taken him down.”
He paced for a moment. Checked the door again. Slammed it shut.
Paxton winced, burying his face into his knees with a squeak. Peeking out, he saw Aramis glancing at him with annoyance.
The older boy rolled his eyes before leaning against a wall, picking at his nails. He sighed, obviously growing impatient.
“You know, had you listened to us and stopped hanging out with those…nerds…this wouldn’t be happening,” Aramis side-eyed. “Honestly, we all have better things to do than deal with you and your mistakes.” Aramis shook his head, grumbling under his breath as he continued to stare at his fingers, and then the wall. Then the door.
He growled.
“Where. Is he?!” He stood abruptly, banging on the wall with his fist.
Paxton hunkered down, nose buried into his knees. He squeezed his legs closer together, fear making it hard to breathe.
Aramis turned, arms crossed, eyeing the door still. “Pfft. Idiot. Says he’s our “leader”…guy couldn’t lead his way out of a paper bag.”
Paxton sniffled, looking up again. Dark eyes met blue, making the little boy freeze in place. “Not that you’ll tell him I said that.”
Paxton shook his head fervently.
“You shouldn’t be saying anything at all,” Aramis said, taking a step towards the chair, and the boy seated on it. “But apparently you’ve been quite the chatterbox recently.”
Paxton frowned, looking away. Shame filled his features…guilt making his stomach twist…
He wasn’t sure why he felt like that…guilty…ashamed…
All he knew was he’d messed up…he’d done something wrong…
No one wanted him to speak…but he had anyway…and he’d broken so many other rules too!
It…it was only right that he be punished for it…
“Yea…you know exactly why you’re here, don’t you?”
Paxton nodded, sniffling.
Aramis bent down, a smile peeking at the corners of his lips. He pushed a strand of Paxton’s hair away. Lifted his chin.
The boy shifted uncomfortably, barely able to look his brother in the eyes.
“Well…who says we have to wait for Edrich?”
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@godlyfantasy12 we were doing so well too!
@whalekeeper great jorb with the Kate RP! You did her perfectly!
@keilah-h FYI, Crosshair’s rock that Alchemo gave him allows for passage through solid objects. If he doesn’t want it, Kate or Brian will take it.@freedomwriter76 @euodia-vision @esther-c @lydibug
Katonia
Somehow, Brian survived. Two bullies he had been battling lay, knocked out, on the ground, wings clipped. The extra evil angel boy was gone, his purpose apparently accomplished. Paxton had changed hands a couple times, and to my dismay, ended up in another bully’s grip. Another bully got both a pencil eraser and a shoe in the face, within the space of two seconds. Feathers flew in the air, and several loudmouths began coughing because of them. Wait, was that Crosshairs? He was floating, astonished, doing a slow cartwheel to the left. He disappeared, phasing through the opposite wall.
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I’ll continue the RP when I have time later.
@keilah-h lol yeah
Happy unbirthday every one!
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