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@koshka. AHHH!!! Welcome!!! 😀 @koshka. @elishavet-pidyon. @keilah-h. @wilder-w. @godlyfantasy12. Hope all y’all have a very happy and blessed Thanksgiving!!!!! And yes, Godly, I saw how November has a Blood phobia and how Nyx has fear of being touched and sharp objects, so yes, I did see them. 🙂
I may not get to a RP tonight tho, heh.
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Elisha
He led Jocelyn, Nyx, and Grimm, leading them into the X-ray room.
He held the door open for the threesome, and they walked inside.
Elisha quickly explained how the X-ray worked to Nyx, assuring him he had no reason to fear. He also told Jocelyn and Grimm that they needed to either leave the room or stand with him behind the lead protection door.
“I promise you, Nyx, there’s no reason to fear. The X-ray is completely safe and won’t even touch you.”
Jakob
Jakob moved Steffi to his other hip with a sigh, as Arabella walked to find November and Jocelyn, Nyx, and Grimm disappeared with Dr. Elisha.
“Jakob…play a game with meeeeeeee….” Steffi whined.
“Steffi, this isn’t the place.” Jakob replied with a sigh.
Steffi scrunched her nose. Her cheeks slightly reddened. “But I want to!” She hissed.
Jakob slowly shook his head. “No, Steffi. No. We don’t whine to get what we want. You’re not a baby.”
“PLAY. WITH. ME!!!”
Reuben looked up from his book, face white. “You’re going to have to calm her down…”
“And give her exactly what she wants? That will only make her do this more often.” Jakob replied.
Reuben went back to his book.
“I can play a game with her…” Wolfgang whispered, wiping away tears.
Jakob glanced at his youngest brother, just as Steffi screamed. “I WANT TO PLAY A GAME!” Tears coursed down her cheeks, and a few nurses and doctors stared at them as they walked past.
“Steffi, calm down. That’s not how you get anything.” Jakob replied, turning his attention back to his sister.
“BUT I WANT A GAME!!!” Steffi screamed.
“What is going on…?” Frida asked, stepping out of the room.
Steffi reached for her. “Mama…” She whined.
Frida took her into her arms, wiping Steffi’s tears away with her fingers. “There, now, Steffi…don’t cry sweetheart. Did Jakob not want to play a game?”
Steffi shook her head.
Frida simply nodded. “It’s fine…but you know you’re not supposed to scream, right?”
Steffi nodded and sniffed.
Frida smiled. “There, all better now.” She turned to Jakob and his brothers. “Joshua is awake. His right arm will need to stay in a cast and his left ankle will need to stay in a boot since it was sprained, but he’s awake and conscious now. But has a small concussion. He’ll need to rest for the next week or so, but you’re all free to go in and see him.”
Jakob nodded, just as Frida handed Steffi off to Wolfgang. “Take her, Wolfgang. You can all go see Joshua right now. Except,” Frida walked over to Leo, who looked up at her, “you and I are going to have a talk before you see your brother, understand?”
Leo merely nodded, face blanching white and eyes filling with unmasked fear. Frida grabbed his wrist, forcing him to his feet, and turned back to the others. “Go see your brother. We’ll be back soon.” And, she marched off, clutching Leo’s wrist.
Jakob’s heart burned, but now wasn’t the time to try and stop her.
He turned to Reuben, Wolfgang, and, thus, Steffi. “Come on…let’s see Joshua.”
Ezra
Science class went pretty quickly.
Ezra strode out of Science, William, Hunter, and Omega at his side.
“Can you believe some of those elements on the periodic table even exist!?” William cried.
Ezra shook his head. “Nope. Never heard of most of them before…guess scientists just took this long to discover them. Hunter, Omega, have either of you heard of any of those?”
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@wilder-w. You’re good, girl!!!
Reuben
“Let me finish. I may not be like the others, or I may not the most secure…but I will always be here. I…I…I like you Rueben…a lot. Let me take this weight from your shoulders…” Hope said, before removing her finger from his lips.
Reuben smiled faintly, wiping away tears. “Thank you, Hope…thank you…” He hugged her again, and, before she or he could say anything, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away.
His phone dinged.
Reuben’s eyebrows furrowed together, and he pulled out his phone.
Leo?
Reuben read the text.
Joshua…hurt…unconscious?
No time to explain?
“Hope…one of my brothers have been injured…my nice brothers…not my stepbrothers…”
Hope gasped. “What happened!?”
“Leo, m-my oldest brother, he-he didn’t explain. They’re in the Nurse’s office…I have to go see them! I-I gotta go.”
“Reuben, wait,” Hope said, grabbing his wrist again, and Reuben turned to face her, “let me come with you.”
Reuben nodded and took her hand in his, as they both ran off to the Nurse’s office, hand in hand.
@freedomwriter76 AGH LEO!!!! Also Steffi is a brat!!! @wilder-w
Nyx
“Leave?!” His nose twitched anxiously. He looked up at Jocelyn, face paling.
“Or, they can join me behind the lead door, if they’d rather.”
Jocelyn glanced at Nyx, smiling sweetly. “I think we’ll do that.”
Nyx swallowed the lump in his throat, shoulders relaxing slightly. The threesome stepped behind the lead door, leaving Nyx alone. He shifted a bit uncomfortably, face blanching.
His ears twitched at the subtle sounds of machinery clicking and whirring. He winced, sucking in a deep breath.
“Just stand still for me,” Dr Elisha smiled kindly.
Nyx tapped anxiously against his leg. A few minutes passed, though it felt much longer, and Nyx shuddered slightly, sighing.
“Alright Young Mr. Rigby, X-rays are finished. We can discuss them in a more comfortable room.” The Dr smiled, leading the group into another room, this one looking more like the rooms Nyx was used to seeing on TV.
Nyx’s ears flattened slightly, but a gently push from Grimm stirred him on. He seated himself on the white hospital bed.
Lyn and Grimm sat in chairs opposite the Doctor’s.
Jocelyn
“Well, it does appear that Mr. Rigby has a few broken ribs. Thankfully nothing too serious, but you are lucky young man…” His brown raised. “Quite a coincidence all of these injuries occurring at the same academy. I’ve…heard a few things about that school.”
Lyn and Grimm looked at each other.
“But, besides that, the best thing for you to do, I believe is to ice to the wounds, a few minutes each day should be sufficient. I did notice you’re struggling a bit to breathe…I assume it’s causing some pain and discomfort?”
Nyx looked away, brows furrowing. He crossed his arms, but this action made his abdomen recoil. He winced in a breath.
“That’s a yes,” Grimm said.
“Well, I can prescribe some painkillers. Or, since you seem to be in quite a bit of discomfort, and it is a bit inflamed…we could give a corticosteroid injection.” (yes that is a thing XD and yes I did look up what to do for broken ribs)
Nyx nearly jumped off the bed, eyes wide. His face turned so white he looked like a ghost, ears flattening to his skull, blending with his hair.
“NO!” He screeched, making Dr Elisha jerk. He blinked at the boy.
Jocelyn jumped up, a worried expression on her face. “Nyx easy! Easy, no one’s doing anything!” She reached out her hands, as if trying to calm a wild animal.
Nyx shook his head, kicking back on the bed. “Uh uh! No injections!”
“We’re not Nyx. No shots. Promise.” Grimm said, stepping up next to Jocelyn.
Nyx breathed, chest heaving. He winced with every breath. He slowly lowered his knees, tails unwrapping from around his waist.
“You’re sister and Mr Beowulf is correct,” Dr Elisha said gently, “I only offered it for the pain. In this instance however, I believe it would be best to just prescribe some simple painkillers.”
“Thank you.” Jocelyn smiled.
“I will say this however. Get some rest, and try to keep from doing anything too terribly strenuous. Your bones need time to heal.” Dr. Elisha’s gaze grew serious. He looked at Jocelyn and Grimm, “And however this happened…if it happens again…”
Jocelyn squeezed Grimm’s hand, face paling at the thought of her brother being hurt worse.
Or having to endure hospital treatments that…he definitely would fight through…
It’d been hard enough just getting him to come for a checkup…
She shook her head slightly.
No…she couldn’t think like that. She’d keep him safe…however she had to.
“We understand,” Grimm said. And the tone in his voice let Lyn know that he indeed did.
Jocelyn looked at her brother, who was now sitting on the bed, knees at his chest. His face had returned to its normal color, ears raised once again, but he stared away at the wall, eyes showing that he wasn’t with them…
He was somewhere entirely different.
If only he’d talk to her…
Arabella
Ara carefully opened the door to November’s room, peeking her head inside.
November sat up on one of the beds, arm in a sling and cast. He was staring out the window, smiling at something.
She watched as the sunlight flitted over his freckled face, lighting up his blue eyes. He curls waved slightly as he turned his head, spotting her.
She blushed.
He smiled wide.
“Ara!”
She walked in, shutting the door behind her.
“How are you feeling?”
November gave a small shrug, as best he could with one good arm, then a half-hearted laugh. “As best as I can…having just fallen from two stories…”
Ara’s chest tightened, the image of his body falling flashing through her mind. She looked down at her shoes, gently sitting on the bed. Making sure not to squish his legs.
He tilted his head.
“Hey…you okay?” He questioned softly.
She swallowed the lump of emotion forming in her throat, shaky fingers tracing the embroidery on the edge of her bodice.
She sucked in a breath, a few tears escaping. She quickly wiped them.
“I…I just…” She looked at her best friend. At his messy ginger curls. And sweet little dimples.
His kind, gentle eyes.
“When I saw you…I thought…” She looked away. “I didn’t know what I thought…” She whispered.
November was quiet for a moment. Then, gently, he took her hand with his good one. She warned at the touch, looking at him. He smiled, a bit awkwardly, but she loved him all the more for it.
He let out a wheeze of a laugh, face flushing a bit pink. “I…I know what you mean…” He looked down at his lap, “Can’t say I felt all that brave in that moment.”
“I don’t blame you…”
November didn’t say anything.
Ara’s brows furrowed.
She knew her friend lacked confidence…
Knew how others viewed him…
The things they said. Behind his back. To his face.
The things he heard every day…
Even in his own home…
Ara squeezed his hand. “Hey…you’re…not blaming yourself? Right? For Joshua I mean?”
November blushed slightly, then looked away. His lips twitched into a smile that didn’t meet his eyes. “You always know what I’m thinking don’t you…”
“It’s not your fault. It was Edrich, he-“
“But he tried to catch me…and If I hadn’t-“
“No.” Ara said, voice stern but gentle. November stared at her. “November, This was not your fault. And I don’t care what anyone says. Even…” She bit her tongue, wondering if she should say who had come to mind.
When, lo and behold…
He walked through the door.
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Oh, and I forgot to mention that Eira’s scenes will all be written in first person due to how she writes. (Characters are so picky)
Eira
I stand before the bathroom mirror, smoothing the stringy whisps back into their braids. They cover my ears nicely.
Elfie, Elfie…the voices taunt me from the corners of memory. I discard them as nonsense. Elves are almost immortal, beautiful.
And I was no elf.
I watch tears gather in the empty eyes of the girl staring back at me from the mirror. Her cheeks are hollow, face colorless. I glare at her before turning away.
The halls are quiet, attesting to the time. Mid period. If only I hadn’t fallen asleep on my feet in Phys Ed of all places. The teacher would never let me participate again after today.
So what?
I move off down the hall after checking for one last time that my hair is in place.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkSo, I was thinking that this is the second day of school, as the other one should be over by now.
(Oh, btw, as Inglor is more like a LotR elf, he is a little taller than even Almarrin.)
Inglor
The history book before him protrayed a picture of several worn weapons, all described as ‘ancient, primitive, and crude’. As if his own grandfather hadn’t taught the children of man to develop swords and armor. He scoffed. Whoever wrote this book had no idea what they were talking about.
Almarrin raised an eyebrow at him, then grimly smiled.
The lesson went on, straining over a few things Inglor didn’t care about, and referring to a hundred things he’d learned years ago. He frowned and glanced around the classroom. Most of the students looked either confused or bored, with a few, mostly boys, seeming highly interested as the teacher briefly touched over some battles.
Inglor sighed. These were the war’s of men long separated from his kind. He absently traced one of the silver leaves on his sleeve.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkI don’t mind you asking at all!
It is a little nasty, though. And complacated.
You see, as a result of his upbringing and several bad choices, he has multiple substance addictions. He knows it’s bad for him, but it’s the only coping mechanism he has.
But as most addictions are, this substance abuse is only the symptoms of the problem – not the problem itself.
He is in spiritual and physical bondage to things dark beyond his understanding.
Because the truth is, the wages of sin are death.
Also, he’s an MC from my allegorical series that I’ve slipped out of allegory for this AU.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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@godlyfantasy12. She is SUCH a brat!!! Ugh! @koshka. Is there anyone you’d like either of your charries to meet? 😀 @elishavet-pidyon. Poor Alwin!!!! *sobs* @keilah-h. @wilder-w.
Elisha
Elisha smiled faintly. “Good. Just keep him out of trouble. I’ll be back in a little while. I’ll go fill out a prescription for some pain killers for Mr. Rigby to take when the pain gets unbearable.”
“Thank you, Dr. Elisha.” Grimm thanked, sincerity in his tone and eyes.
Elisha smiled. “You’re welcome, Grimm. It is my job to help people, after all.”
He turned and left the room to fill out a prescription.
Reuben
Reuben followed Jakob into the white room, Wolfgang right behind him with Steffi in his arms.
Joshua was sitting up in the hospital bed, and he gave a little wave. “Hi guys…”
“How are you feeling…? Are you comfortable?” Jakob asked softly, concern in his dark brown eyes.
Joshua gave him an easy smile. “I’m feeling fine now…they gave me some pain medicine…this cast will kinda get in the way though…too bad I’m not left-handed…guess I’ll have to learn how to write with my left hand.” He chuckled.
Reuben smiled faintly.
He seemed fine…normal, even.
“And my left foot will have to stay in a boot, but I feel fine. I really do. Thank you for coming to see me and taking me to the nurse so I could get here…hey…where’s Leo…did she…?”
Reuben’s gaze fell. “…She took him outside…she…she said she needed to have a talk with him…”
Leo
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out!? Your brothers were witnesses to almost every ounce of trouble you’ve gotten into already, and your younger brothers are following in your footsteps. You’re being a bad example to them…a horrible role model.” Frida said, standing in the parking lot beside her van, arms crossed.
Leo’s gaze fell.
It wasn’t true…his brothers…they were amazing. Unlike him.
“And if your brothers keep getting into trouble, it means that they’ll be disciplined….and you don’t want that, do you?”
“No Mutti…”
Frida nodded. “As I thought. Stop getting into trouble, Leo, and I will have no reason to discipline you and your brothers. And leave Adolphus and Dietrich alone, or Leo…you will be in serious trouble. No, scratch that. Your brothers will.”
“W-what…?”
“You mess with Adolphus and Dietrich, your older brothers, and your brothers will pay the price for whatever trouble you get yourself into. You earn yourself a beating…and one of them will receive it, do I make myself clear?”
Leo’s heart pounded in his head, but, slowly, he nodded. “Y-yes Mutti.”
Frida smiled and raised to her full height. “As I thought. Now, Leo, go see your brother. I need to call your father and tell him what’s happened…including all the trouble you’ve gotten into.”
Leo slowly nodded. “Y-yes Mutti.”
And he turned and ran inside the hospital to look for his brothers, angrily wiping away tears.
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FRIDA!!! *grinds teeth*
I don’t really care who they run into, if anyone, although it may be fun for Eira to meet Luna because…um…she could probably be able to see what Eira is…
*spoiler*…
Years ago a young Forester with Wode Alven blood married a Sea Alve. They had a son named Almarrin who took after his father, therefore being more a child of Maun (man) than Alve. They had a second child, a daughter named Limmeth who took after her mother as an Alve. But as an infant she was stolen away, kidnapped.
And it’s been her brother’s life long passion to find out what happened to her.
So, Eira is an Alve, although she has Forester blood too. Without an idea of who she is, she has been raised in an orphanage that doesn’t believe the Light exists, and that the Alven are mere fairy tales. Without anyone realizing it, she is led to believe that she doesn’t exist, and that her Alven sight is a mental disorder. Thus she’s fading.
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@koshka. Oh Eira…*sobs*
And Frida better be glad she ain’t real. XD
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Oh yes, because if she was I do believe there are several of us who would be tracking her down. XD
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@koshka. Very much so. XDXDXD I know I would be. XD
@freedomwriter76 UGH FRIDA!!! @koshka @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @wilder-w
Arabella
The tall, dark haired man stood in the doorway of the hospital room, staring with an expression of pure stone.
Even at the sight of November’s arm in a sling, his expression never changed…
Not a single word of exclamation left his mouth. Not even a sorrowed look.
Instead, he merely turned to Ara. And nodded.
“Well, hello Miss Fabel.”
Ara’s blood boiled. She pinched her lips together, brows knotting as anger tightened her chest.
“Mr. Elrond…” She breathed, looking away.
November’s father turned his gaze to the curly-haired boy, lips quirking into a frown. The man let out a quick sigh.
November shifted and Ara felt as his good hand slipped from hers. She looked at him; watched as his face blanched. The only color, a faint pink in his cheeks.
November looked up, smiling slightly. Like a little boy just wanting someone to notice him…
Ara’s heart quivered.
“H-Hey dad!” His good hand instinctively reached up to his scalp and Ara watched with glassy eyes as he pulled at random sprigs of hair.
She hated the habit…hated watching him do it, but…he couldn’t seem to break it.
His father, Riven, stepped over, face still stoic as ever. He glanced at the surroundings of the room, then shook his head. His gaze returned to November, eyes narrowing with disdain.
“Tripping down the stairs? Really?”
November squeezed his eyes shut tight. Ara’s heart leapt into her throat, beating into her skull.
The drumming was almost too much.
A lie.
A complete LIE!
Of course she knew that’s what would happen.
She knew Lilith would lie for her sons! Or maybe that’s what her sons had told her…
But…either way…it was so far removed from the truth…so…so far from the terrible reality that…
Ara clenched her fists until nail bit skin. How could she let this just slide?
Her parents had always taught her to be honest.
No matter the cost…
But…
Who would believe her?
November looked away, shame filling his features, despite having done nothing to secure such feelings.
Riven crossed his arms. “And causing another student injury along with you?” Riven’s glare grew more stern, making November shrivel. “What am I going to do with you, boy?”
Ara’s eyes widened. She jumped from the bed, eyes flaring.
“That’s not-!”
But November grabbed her hand, squeezing it before she could finish. She turned, meeting his eyes. She could see the silent plea in them.
He…he didn’t want trouble.
But…she…
She couldn’t just let them lie about him…
Could she?
November offered a small smile to her, releasing her hand. He looked at his father, smile fading completely. He swallowed, nodding slowly.
“I…I’m sorry…” He said.
Ara’s shoulders fell.
He was going to take the blame.
The punishment. Whatever happened. He…he was going to let them lie on him…
Riven sighed again. “Get ready. We’re going home.” He turned and walked out the door, casting a glance at Ara.
Arabella watched him leave, and then, turned with tears in her eyes to November, whose head hung solemnly.
“N…” She breathed, and then, wrapped her arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder.
It would be all over school by the next day…
Despite being a lie.
And…he’d get punished for something he didn’t even do.
Not to mention…the ones who’d hurt him…hurt Joshua. And Nyx.
Paxton.
And so many others…
They’d get off scot free.
Again.
Ara’s grip around his neck tightened, eyes burning with emotion.
She glared at the wall ahead, mind reeling.
No.
Not this time.
Ara glared.
She’d take them down. Somehow.
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#ProtectSebWe can start the next day now @freedomwriter76 @wilder-w @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h
ALSO!
they done made Ara MAAAAD BOIIII
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 They made ME mad. Enough to want to call the police on them…. But not on Aramis and Edric yet. On LILITH first. It’s not really gonna do anything because she’s too powerful, but no matter….
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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