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@freedomwriter Ach!!! I love Rueben!!! That was one of the most cutest things I’ve read! @godlyfantasy12 I’m gonna introduce Ara to Hope in the hospital halls…I’ve been meaning for them to return each other and since they are both in the same place, I figured now is a good time.
Hope:
Hope sat on the hospital bench, fingering her hands. She was really concerned. Rueben and her had practically ran to the hospital, with no time to explain or talk. Just silence. And the silence still nagged her.
She just wanted to make sure that he was okay…That, and she still had her father after her. So stupid. She kicked herself.
Then, like a presence heavy, she could hear someone approaching the halls. Hope glanced up to see a girl walking up by her, rage fuming. Hope recognized her…she was…umm…Ara? That’s what she was called right?
Only one way to find out…
“Hey…Ara?”
@elishavet-pidyon Ah, okay, makes sense about him. Poor guy! I hope someone shows him the truth soon!
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@freedomwriter76 Hey…you still alive? Haven’t heard anything in a while. @godlyfantasy12 Same with you, girl. Haven’t heard anything in quite a bit.
@wilder-w yea just got the holidays going on lol!
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@godlyfantasy12 Oh yea, holidays…lol. Happy Thanksgiving! May many blessings me upon you!
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@wilder-w. I am very much alive! XD Just had the holiday going on, so…XD
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@freedomwriter76 Yes, the holidays …lol, glad your alive!
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I’m on for now!!
So, before I go for Alwin, I’ll introduce the rest of my charries.
Also, I think the invisible country this AU is in is involved in combat in a far off country. It’s not a war close to home, so nobody really notices it except for those involved. (And sorry, I tried to remove Reúven from the military, but it only worked for a minute and then he was back in again. XD) Even as everything is, I had a lot of fun switching it up. For instance, in this AU Viktor actually remembers a lot of things from his parents, and also was never adopted.
Reúven Elroi
He’s sixteen. That leaves him five years to finish his masters in Divinity and get a ministerial license so he can join the military as a chaplain at twenty-one. His father was a chaplain before paralysis forced him from the service, and Reúven plans to follow in his steps. Deep down, he knows it’s what he was born for: what path he was intended to follow. It’s his dream.
Yes, he has it all figured out. He started taking dual credits at thirteen and is getting as close as he can in the National Guard Civil Reserves. Soon enough, he’ll be there, in the thickest of the struggle if he has his way. To heal. To encourage.
There’s just a slight problem.
Hidden down in his heart is a loud little voice that …
Wants to be the one with the gun.
You see, he was born in the country the army is currently active in, and he’d do anything it took to stop the men who destroyed so much.
Is that really so bad?
Wears the school uniform but with black combat boots, a Polish army/traditional style greatcoat, and an Israeli style military duffle bag instead of a backpack. His hair is cut pretty short, but not quite a buzz cut; it’s a little bit longer on top.
Liora
Golden brown hair frames a narrow face and gentle blue-gray eyes. This fifteen year old may be pretty, but it’s the glory within glowing on the outside that makes her beautiful. Courage beats in her heart along with the strength that only love knows. Love of her God; love of her people.
She’s the quiet friend that you know will always have your back and with her subtle logic keep a plan from going (too) wild. Her grandfather was a minister, and her father is a chaplain, so she knows the unique worlds of both a preacher’s kid, and a military brat.
Her father has been stationed at a military base in the next county over, but he also pastors in a church in the next city. This is her first year here at the academy, and she’s so glad to find Reúven here too.
He’s an old friend from childhood, since their fathers served together in their early years. Of course, they were in different armies, but they were originally from the same country, and they loved the same people, saw the same terror.
It was her father that got Micha and his son out in the end.
Reúven has changed a lot since then, but he’s still her best friend.
Now she’s studying here with him, and she couldn’t be more excited.
After all, if there’s one thing in the world she wants to be, it’s a chaplain’s wife.
Wears a long pleated skirt and white blouse with an East European lace collar and cuffs. Her hair is worn braided around her head in a Ukrainian Braid.
Viktor
Life is a confusing thing. When it gets turned upside down, it’s even more so. One moment you’re a young refugee in a foster system, and then the next you’ve been given a dream, a hope, and a nightmare.
Basically what happens when you find out you’re the target of an enemy nation’s secret police.
Not that Viktor did anything to earn it.
Or did he?
Maybe not… but then again, when’s a better time to start than now? As the son of a government official – who was assassinated – he may understand more than what people think.
Even if he doesn’t, he’ll learn. Because when he thinks about what happened to his family and what happens to children just like he was every day, he’s not going to stick around and do nothing. That’s just not Viktor for you.
He was born to do something, not nothing.
Even if that something is just praying for them for now. Just watching for those downcast. Just listening to their stories. Just. Being. There.
Because one day he will be there.
Wears the school uniform, which I’m supposing is slacks and a polo/sweater shirt or button up shirt and sweater vest. He’d wear the latter, only with simple embroidery on the hem edges of his vest. (Think Norse embroidery
Yes, his hands are scarred. (There was a matter of a fire/incinerating bomb in the murder of his parents. It’s really amazing how well he escaped harm.)
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
OH! And I can hardly believe I didn’t explain their set up.
Ok.
Viktor is now living with his uncle, Micha, and cousin, Reúven. A friend of Micha with unmentionable connections in government located Viktor and got Micha custody of him and his sisters Alyona and Nadían. Alyona is 13, and Nadían is 12, and they decided not to have Alyona come that early.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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Alwin
Another day.
Alwin shuffled wearily down the hall toward his classroom. The halls were crowded with students wrapped in conversation, exchanging schedules, rifling through backpacks, and heading to class. Bleary eyes blinked in dumbfoundment at the bright spirits of the early birds.
Alwin scrubbed at his own eyes. He was naturally a morning person, but not on three hours of sleep.
But it had been hard to sleep last night, what with the noise in the other room. He… He shook his head.
That was life.
He passed English 01 and History before pausing in front of foreign languages to nonchalantly blend into a jumble of students while the two Princes of Brutality passed by in all their feathered glory. Alwin hadn’t lived the life he had without learning to avoid dangerous attention.
He took a deep breath and glanced about to get his bearings.
He didn’t recognize most of the students, but he knew this wasn’t his circle. In a cluster against the wall stood the tall form of Grimm Beowulf. Even though the other boy had Alwin’s exact coloring, they couldn’t have been more different. Then, there was Jocelyn, causally capturing Grimm’s arm as she carried on an animated conversation with Arabella and November.
Yes, Alwin knew them, but they didn’t know him. They belonged to two different worlds. It was best that way. He slipped away into the river of passing students.
Then, just before he turned the corner he looked back. They were a strange sight to see, the way the treated each other. It was so…
Something. Something good.
He gave a sad smile and turned away.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@elishavet-pidyon AHHH ALWIN YOU ARE BREAKING MY HEART!!!
GASP!!
I just had a thought…
I want Alwin to meet Paxton….
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Arabella
“Oh! Hello, Hope…” Ara smiled, though she was sure it didn’t meet her eyes. She unclenched her fists. “Sorry…just…a bit tense. Everything’s a bit hectic right now.”
Hope nodded, “Yea…I-I’m sure…”
Ara folded her hands, “I suppose we never got formerly introduced, but…well, we already know each other’s names,” Ara laughed lightly, eyes crinkling. Her brows furrowed as she noticing the girls pale skin.
“Are…you alright?”
“Hm? Oh! J-Just….like you said…everything’s kind of…hectic.” Hope rubbed one of her arms.
Ara nodded, pursing her lips. “I hope this wasn’t your first day…” She sighed. “I know it was for a lot of kids…Nyx and Luna included. Also Wolfgang I believe…” She shook her head. “Something needs to change…”
Hope looked at her curiously. “How?”
Ara thought for a moment. “I’m…not sure…but…” She gave the girl a small smile. “Maybe I’ll figure it out soon.”
@wilder-w @freedomwriter76 I’m gonna have my charries go ahead and be on Day 2 now so they’re up to date with @koshka and @elishavet-pidyon charries and can be back at school!
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Y’all’s character is are so…so…AHH!! You have to save them, the poor, dear, charies!
Anyway…
Almarrin
Whispers all this morning were stirring the quiet anger inside him.
“From the second story…”
“…heard he just tripped…”
Almarrin slung his backpack over his shoulder, refusing to wince at the movement.
“Brother,” Inglor’s brows furrowed, his speech swapping to the Alvish tongue. “What did happened to you?”
Almarrin faintly touched the still tender side of his face.
“Let go of a rope too soon in training.” He shrugged. “Walls don’t move.”
A twitch of a smile belied the concern in the Alve’s eyes. “You poor child.”
“Child? In your people’s reconning I’m nearly twice your age.”
Fair laughter spilled from Inglor, one of his slender hands clasping Almarrin’s shoulder. “Then, you poor elder.”
The young man rolled his eyes at his friend and kept walking. Then his eyes turned hard, but he kept in the Alvish tongue. “What do you make of the rumors?”
Inglor straightened, suddenly taller than anyone else in the hallway. “Back home, anyone who did such a thing would be put in irons.”
Almarrin nodded in assent. If my people didn’t find him first. He glared at his hands.
“Brother,” the Alve’s voice was soft. “Those are dark thoughts.”
The young man glanced up. “True.”
Inglor smiled, and shook his head.
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Fork the Gork@koshka UUUGHHH I LOVE THEM!!! I am a SUCKER FOR ELVESSSS and u write them so beautifully…..
November
November shifted with his sling, frowning as he tried to maneuver the strap behind his neck with one hand.
Man, was this thing itchy….
And so was his arm…
Nope. Don’t think about it…otherwise it’s going to bother you all day!
He let out a small breath, blowing a ginger curl out of his eyes. He shifted, feeling like an absolute fool trying to get the sling strap off his neck and onto his upper back, where it wouldn’t keep pushing his head down.
He shouldn’t have needed it, to be honest…
The doctor had said the cast was enough. But…his father had insisted.
“We both know how…prone to incidents you are. Let’s not risk anymore accidents, hm?”
November’s shoulders fell at the words and he lowered his good hand.
This was useless…just like him.
“Need some help?” November shot up, turning with wide eyes.
Ara smiled, hands folded against her skirts. Her brown hair blew gently behind her and she nodded at November’s sling before taking a step forward.
“Here.” She said, and gently wrapped her arms around his neck, adjusting the sling-strap until it was fitted comfortably.
Heat flooded through November, tinging his cheeks pink. He stared at Ara’s brown eyes, now extremely close to his. His heart drummed in his ears.
She smiled, and then her eyes widened slightly as they focused in on November’s blue. She stepped back, her own cheeks a bit tinged with color.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Ah…that should be good…feel better?”
November simply nodded. He swallowed down the nervous anxiety bubbling in his chest. “Y-Yea…Thanks…” He smiled.
She looked at him for a moment, head tilted slightly, brows furrowed. His eyes scrunched, heart beating rapidly under her gaze.
“W-What? Do…do I have something on me?” He wiped at his face with his good hand, and she laughed.
It sounded like wind chimes…
“No! No…I just…” She sighed, looking around the hall. “Are you okay?”
November blinked. He looked down at his arm. “Oh…ah…I mean, as okay as I can be I guess…my arm itches, but I’m trying not to think about that,” He grinned. Ara laughed again, and then her eyes grew serious.
“I mean….” She stopped. She stepped a bit closer, head low. “Rumors have already started…about…”
November’s chest tightened slightly. He gazed around the hall, now noticing the stares and whispered from other students as they passed.
How had he not noticed before?
He looked back at Ara, her fair skin sparkling under the school’s lighting.
Oh…right.
He looked at his shoes, unsure of what to say. What to do…
The last thing he’d needed…wanted, was more people talking about him.
He was already the school klutz…the kid who only passed because dearest dad is tight with the headmistress…
The weakling…
The failure…
And now, he was an even bigger klutz…according to Rumor…according to the story that Edrich and Aramis would tell…
That his father would tell…
And…according to that story…he’d hurt Joshua….
He sucked in a breath.
“N?” Ara gently grasped his good hand, eyes filled with concern. He gazed up at her. He offered a small smile.
“Ah…I-It’s okay. What’s a few rumors….? Not…not like I haven’t already had my share!” He forced a large smile, dimples showing, and then began walking ahead, hand still in Ara’s.
“Guess we better get going, huh?”
She nodded, eyes still creased slightly. She squeezed his hand.
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