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September 14, 2023 at 3:37 pm #156392
I might join in the cafeteria raid too đ See profile pic for character reference, I guess.
âEverything is a mountainâ
September 14, 2023 at 5:59 pm #156416Anonymous- Rank: Knight in Shining Armor
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About Lois. Haven’t you ever heard of Lois XVI?
Just kidding, it’s Louis XVI
But there’s an idea for you
Or for The Cat…
September 14, 2023 at 6:00 pm #156417Anonymous- Rank: Knight in Shining Armor
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Also, what’s with everyone changing their profile picture all of a sudden?? Is there an insecurity epidemic going around??
September 14, 2023 at 6:49 pm #156426I just do it for fun bro! I display my insecurities through other outlets đ
âEverything is a mountainâ
September 14, 2023 at 10:52 pm #156466lol Lois would be pretty annoyed if someone called him that.
Can The Cat talk?Also, whatâs with everyone changing their profile picture all of a sudden?? Is there an insecurity epidemic going around??
What Whaley said. :]
âNothing says autumn like slurpinâ apples.â -my uncle
September 15, 2023 at 7:50 am #156474Anonymous- Rank: Knight in Shining Armor
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Yes, The Cat can talk, and she will definitely call Lois that
@whalekeeper you and Seb bothAlso, I had a dream that I logged on today and there were 287 pages on here and I thought, “How am I going to read this all before Mom kicks me off the computer?”
September 15, 2023 at 2:54 pm #156497Iâm not really sure what to write right nowâŚ
Which character were you going to have join us?
âNothing says autumn like slurpinâ apples.â -my uncle
September 15, 2023 at 4:22 pm #156504I feel you right now đ Everyone’s kind of floundering.
I’ll probably use Marcel, since he’s not required to join classes today. Although Seb… might? He’s a little preoccupied at the moment, thinking about, oh, another person. *shrugs*
And I have a new character from Seb’s universe who might join once they’re developed (just came into existence today đ).
Maybe I’ll RP this evening.
âEverything is a mountainâ
September 15, 2023 at 5:21 pm #156513@whalekeeper yeah my charries are literally just wandering around lol
kinda want a teacher to come and yell at them now
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
September 15, 2023 at 6:00 pm #156515kinda want a teacher to come and yell at them now
Oooo you’ve given me an idea.
@everyone I think I have a grumpy old man who would be a perfect teacher at this chaotic school. I’ll add him later tonight (probably when y’all are already in bed)
âNothing says autumn like slurpinâ apples.â -my uncle
September 15, 2023 at 6:35 pm #156520@loopylin lol sure!!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
September 15, 2023 at 8:37 pm #156538Heeyyyy
Sorry this is so long XD Needed to figure out where everyone was.
But hey, @loopylin , your charries have company now!
Marcel
Marcel was suddenly a very melancholy kid.
As moods went, this one was sure to flit away before long. But while it was upon him, like a cloud over his head, he would snuggle up in it for comfort.
Without watching where he was going, he bumped into a group of schoolgirls and seniors, knocking over books and sending a few to crash into lockers.
ââScuse meâŚâ he whispered. He hastily pulled on his hood and escaped their gazes.
It wasnât like they were really criticizing him. It was all in his imagination, if all the cliche young adult novels werenât too overly dramatic. So why was he so self-conscious at such random moments?
And why was he so uncontrollably uncaring the rest of the time?
His feathers crept up his neck and turned into a shimmering, misty blue.
He summoned his cloud, which was a soft amethyst, trailing behind him in swirls, and pulled out his phone.
Cal had yet to hear about the incident with Pax.
Marcel: âŚ
Babs: OH HOLy CHEESE AnD CRACKERS MARCELâS TYPING SSSsSSHHHHHH
Marcel: Shut up
Marcel: âŚ
Calvin: What is it?
Marcel: I feel like youâre staring at your phones waiting for me to say something
Calvin: Maybe we are, maybe we arenât
Babs: Bro you never talk to me anymore so of course I think something important happened
Calvin: What is it??
Marcel: That one kid from lunch has a medical emergency
Calvin: Not Pax?
Marcel: And I might be needed so donât tell Mom okay
Calvin: What is that supposed to mean?
Marcel: Um, I said he MIGHT need something
Calvin: What
Marcel: Might, maybe, possibly need something
Calvin: Marcel, youâre stuttering in the chat
Marcel: âŚ
Babs: SPIT IT OUT
Marcel: Heâs got wings kind of like me except not and itâs bad and I just thought I would volunteer a few feathers if he needed them, which he probably wonât anyway, and since you guys are always complaining I get them everywhere you canât judge me okay?
There was no reply.
Marcel waited for a whole minute, then groaned, flopping back onto purple fluff.
Calvin was going to kill him.
And Mom would dance on his grave.
Even if such a procedure was never needed, he would be scolded for offering it. For being irresponsible.
Some kids were irresponsible and looked freakishly stylish while doing it, with no punishments. Most of said style was probably planned out in advance, but even that in itself was cool, albeit obsessive.
Marcel couldnât do that. It would look lame.
But maybe he could steal a bit of that confidence.
Marcel: Hey Sebastian, this is Marc. Where are you right now?
Marcel had no idea how Seb could even message him. The kid had never pulled a phone out of a pocket in front of him before.
SMK: Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually? All of the above?
Marcel: All
SMK: âŚ
SMK: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
SMK: Iâm dead lol
And that was it.
Did the kid even have a life, other than through morbid explosions of humor?
The strange thing was⌠Marcel couldnât even tell if the comment was just humorous.
He looked up, and realized his cloud was bumping against a wall, like a bumper car without a driver.
âAurghâŚâ he groaned again, and peered over the fluff.
He was in – of all places – the cafeteria. The doors were open, the room empty, the tables scrubbed clean of syrup stains.
He slowly backed up the cloud, rolling his eyes as he made mock beeping sounds.
But voices came from the kitchen.
Kid voices.
Marcelâs eyes widened as the door swung open.
âEverything is a mountainâ
September 15, 2023 at 11:04 pm #156549Anonymous- Rank: Knight in Shining Armor
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Alright guys (I should really say “gals” I suppose), I’m going to introduce like all of my charries… one… by… one. All 13 of the travelers in the new version of the story, some others who joined/left the group, and last of all, Kate and Brian again. I’m trying to re-work their characters (Kate’s not making it easy) /past experiences, so it will be easier if I reintroduce them after they are somewhat forgotten. I might even do third person so Kate can’t control what I write so much. So without further ado, here we go. [Note: I reworked my faeries, and added a whole bunch of other races just fyi]
Chero
The songbird fluttered in through an open window, and instantly regretted it. There, lazing on the ground like the fickle feline she was, was The Cat. She grinned eerily at Chero, licking her lips. Well! If there was one assurance that Chero had, it was that if she had been designing to eat him, she would have done it already. But that did not make her any less unnerving.
“Come closer, O singing wizard’s toy, princess’s plaything. I’ll not do you harm…” she mewed, in her self-righteous tone.
Chero, ruffled, cleared his throat and stuttered, “Oh, come now, cat. We-we’re supposed to be friends, y-you know. N-not ea-eating each other, and all that, remember? I know you’re just messing with me, but you know how my heart is…”
The Cat smiled. Well, well. She always smiled, didn’t she? Or only when she was cocky, which was all the time, was it not? Hmm, yes. Quite right, quite right. No good-will and peace on earth, that wasn’t her style. No, no. Oh well.
“Hmmm, so will you come near, or not? I grow tired of this shouting, bird. I like to take my meals prostrate. It improves digestion, but of course a bird-brained, if you’ll pardon the expression, half-wit such as yourself wouldn’t understand.” Chero’s very feathers seemed to pale. “Oh, you’re so sensitive! I’m only teasing your feather brain. It really is a treat to watch you, young man. Your curse becomes you… as mine does me! Ha! But, seeing that you, like Chanticleer, will not be fooled, this exercise grows aged rapidly. And as you are already standing, it would be a shame for me to up and leave, so… Toodles!” Chero, indignant, shook his tail feathers in The Cat’s face, then dive-bombed her before swooping up and out of reach. “Oh, you impetuous foul! Impertinent boy, you’ll pay for this!”
Chero left, quickly, quickly. Best to stay out of range, yes.
But so many other odd things to see! And tell. A newsbird’s heaven, a high school is. Scandal! Inaccurate fish stories! Secrets… Oh yes, today would be fun. Kate would want to hear about this, how things were going. Or might not now, but would. Yes, yes.
Chero almost burst into song right there in flight, but stopped himself. He wasn’t supposed to be seen, or noticed, no no! That would spoil the fun. It’s not much fun getting chased around by men with nets, or hawks, or brooms, no, not at all! As he zipped down the hallways, startling some and annoying others, he contemplated the importance of secrecy. Chero loved secrets! But he just couldn’t seem to hang on to them. They had this habit of just slipping out.
His gossip-tuned ears detected a stir in the eating-hall. Goodie! He swooped in, a tiny dart of ignorable color, into the mostly empty cafeteria. He nested himself quickly and quietly atop a vending machine to watch, his tiny bird-heart beating double-quick time in his tiny chest. Now to watch the fun!
A hooded boy stood alone on one side of the spacious space, faced towards the opposite door. A giggling, chattering clatter was approaching from there. A free-hinged door to the rear kitchen fluttered open for a moment, revealing a cafeteria lady, still cleaning up from breakfast. Chero waited in anticipation for some action. What would happen next?
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@loopylin the world is watchingAlso, @whalekeeper and @loopy , no one notices Chero. He is a spectator. He’s also not going to RP your entire exchange, but he might recount it later to other characters. Have fun!
September 16, 2023 at 12:10 am #156550Yay! Company!
lol those text conversations were hilarious. Seb is a surprisingly relatable character sometimes XD
FelicityÂ
â-and then she gave me this look, you know? Like sure, my clothes look like Iâve come straight off the dirty streets of Exile, which I had, but she didnât have to make that face.â
Felicity chattered nonstop to her friend over a large pile of snacks she carried with both arms. She had candy bars, fruit snacks, pudding cups, goldfish, and anything else she could get her hands on. What she didnât eat now, she was planning on stashing in her dorm for later.
âUh-huh.â Lois responded without any expression. He followed behind Felicity, holding a paper cup of black coffee that he had taken from the empty teacherâs lounge.
Still talking, Felicity pushed open the door open with her hip and let Lois walk out in front of her.
âSuch a stuck up Excelsian.â She was saying as she turned around.
She went silent and froze as she locked eyes with a kid across the room.
He had pink hair, a round face, and was floating in the air on a purple cloud, of all things. He also seemed to be wrapped in feathers. Wait, were those wings? Weird.
There was an awkward silence as the kid looked at Lois and Felicity, and the two of them stared back.
A chocolate pudding cup fell from Felicityâs arms and rolled on the floor.
âUh, hi.â She said finally âWe were just⌠getting a snack.â
She looked to her side for support. Lois continued to sip unhelpfully on his coffee, seemingly unbothered by the current situation.
She looked back at the kid.
âYouâre not going to tell anyone, are you?â
âNothing says autumn like slurpinâ apples.â -my uncle
September 16, 2023 at 12:18 am #156551 -
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