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Jocelyn
“Oh sure! This is my second year!”
“That’s really not that long…”
“Feels like it! Well…it’s my second year of high school. We came here for middle grade too. Well, our final years of middle grade anyway.” Lyn smiled, shoving the box of multi-colored pencils into her bright red and gold bag.
“By the by…” Lyn pursed her lips. “You haven’t seen a young boy…oh…a bit in the small side, don’t tell him I said that though, with two fox ears, and three tails?”
The threesome looked at each other then shook their heads. Lyn huffed. Grimm shook his head, a small smile on his lips.
“I told you not to take your eyes off of him…”
“I thought I could trust him for at least a second!” She frowned. Grimm eyed her with a bit of concern. He squeezed her shoulder gently, whispering, “He’ll be alright. If they touch him, they know they’ll be in for it.” Grimm’s eyes grew into thin slits, face darkening.
“Like that’ll stop them…” Lyn said under her breath. She turned back to the threesome, forcing a smile. “Ah, thanks anyway! I’ll find him after class.”
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Though she didn’t understand it entirely, the language the young man…obviously an elf like she, spoke tickled her ears, making her senses tingle. Her brain picked at the sounds, trying to decipher the language, but she couldn’t quite pick it all out.
She laughed sweetly at the exchange between Inglor and Almarrin, and then looked up brightly as Inglor asked her a question.
“Oh right! Ah…looks like Geometry.” Nyx groaned next to her. She pursed her lips. “You’re not skipping. You can’t!”
“I could.” He mused.
“But you won’t.” She said, giving him a concerned look. Nyx didn’t say anything, instead looking away as if not hearing her. “Nyx! You won’t! Jocelyn said-“
“Yea yea…” He huffed, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Fine…” his ears drooped, eyes scowling.
Luna gave a small smile, glad that was settled.
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“Ah, thanks anyway! I’ll find him after class.”
Concern flooded through him, filling his eyes and face. He leaned forward and touched the back of her seat.
“Is this a… brother?”
She sighed. “My little brother.”
“When did he disappear? Is this like him?”
Grimm gave a low, sympathetic laugh and Jocelyn huffed. “He slipped off when I had my back turned, and yes. Unfortunately it is. But it’s all right.” She put on a smile. “I’ll find him later.”
Viktor merely nodded and sat back in his seat, chewing his lip. He cut a glance at Liora and Reúven, and they nodded back.
“If you need help…” He let his words fall away as teacher stepped in with a broad smile. “Welcome class! Today we will get started on the comma.”
Viktor sighed and wrapped his hand around the green pencil. At least they probably knew what he was going to offer.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I hope you don’t mind me putting them in the same class, but I had another scene idea…
Inglor
Nyx wanted to skip class, that much was clear. He frowned slightly and traced the leaf on his shirt collar. “Geometry? I have that also.” He glanced at Almarrin.
“Psychology of aggression.” The grey eyes were smiling.
“Ai! Well then, here we part. Galu, no veren!” Good bye, be joyous! He gripped the young man’s arm for a moment, then let him go.
“Novaer.” Be good. Almarrin turned and walked away, his long strides taking him out of sight in seconds.
…
The class was considerably smaller than yesterday’s. Apparently more students had the idea to skip than just Nyx. Inglor shifted slightly at his desk. Out in the hall he had almost forgotten where he was. Now inside a closed classroom with seventeen other class mates…he could hardly blame them.
The teacher walked to the front of her classroom, a bright smile on her face and a large thermos of some strong smelling drink in her hand (Coffee).
“Good morning class!” A rumble of varied replies greeted her.
She took role call, then began a lecture on lines and angles. At it’s end thirteen notes had been passed, and one student had fallen asleep.
“Now class, we have a special activity for today, for which we get to use the protractors.” She started passing out the small half circles. “Multiply your age by two, then draw an angle of that degree.”
Inglor carefully set the tool, and drew a 100° angle. Hmm, probably the only obtuse angle in class.
“Now class, all of your angles should be…” The teacher’s voice stopped over his desk. “…acute. Inglor, what did you do?”
He tapped the end of his fountain pen against the paper. “Multiplied my age by two and drew an angle.”
“Are you fifty?” Low laughter circled the room.
“Yes madam.”
Silence. Then-
Nyx turned around, eyes wide with horror. “And you’re still in highschool?!”
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Nyx turned around, eyes wide with horror. “And you’re still in highschool?!”
Hilarious! I love it! 😀
He must increase, but I must decrease.
I stalked for some time too. It’s totally fun!
Why thank you, I thought so too. XD
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At last, class in over. I gather my things and brush my hair back over one shoulder. It slips through my fingers like limp silk, slight waves all that is left of my curls. With a sigh I heave my backpack into place and shuffle from the room into another empty hall. Why the schedule here makes no sense, I don’t know nor do I care.
My feet take me to the long bench by the lockers, and I settle in the most inconspicuous spot. I pull a book out of my backpack, and smooth its cover.
Astronomy.
A faint smile, dim from long disuse, tugs at my thin lips. Stars of all sizes, types, and colors dance across the pages. Their names sing to me, especially those in several languages, although I can’t pronounce many of these.
I slip into a world of where the gnawing emptiness inside me doesn’t exist. Where dreams, not the nightmares of my life, come true. A world where hope lives.
Suddenly I am dragged awake by the class bell and a hundred shuffling feet, the noise bringing everything back to the grind of day to day survival. I slide the book back into it’s place in my backpack.
The stars are gone.
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Nyx
“Nyx!” Luna placed her head in her hands, blowing a puff of air.
“What?! That’s pretty crazy, even for me. Besides, I don’t even want to be here now, much less when I’m stinking fifty!”
The teacher straightened, face turning red from all of the excitement. She cleared her throat, “That’s quite enough Mr. Rigby…” She turned back to Inglor. “Ah…I apologize. Class return to your own assignments!” She clapped, shaking her head and muttering something about “strange students” and ”why couldn’t she just have a normal job for once?”
Nyx was still staring at Inglor. “Fifty? Seriously?” Nyx whispered. Inglor let out a small laugh and then nodded.
Luna leaned over, now obviously curious herself. “But you look so…I mean…you know…” She shrugged awkwardly.
He laughed again quietly. The teacher gave them a small scowl and they all smiled innocently before returning to their whispered conversation.
“Yea, I mean I know elves age well but that’s ridiculous,” Nyx rolled his eyes.
Both stared at him. He pursed his lips.
“What? It’s pretty obvious. What with the ears and all.” He tapped his own large furry appendages.
“Lots of non-elves have pointed ears Nyx! That’s a stereotype,” Luna crossed her arms, but a playful smile was on her lips. The boy rolled his eyes.
“Maybe so, but even without that, it was obvious. I could smell it.”
“What? That’s just silly. You could not!”
“Believe what you want,” Nyx returned his attention forward, crossing his arms. “Now excuse me while I nap for the rest of this class.”
Luna sighed, sitting back, though Nyx distinctly heard her mumble, “What do elves even smell like?”
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What did elves smell like?
He shook his head and turned back to Luna.
“I look young because I am young. Fifty years of my life are like fifteen of others. You see,” he sighed, wondering how to explain. “I am an Alve, one of the fair folk, child of the morning star.”
She still looked a bit confused, but he hoped understanding wasn’t far off.
Nyx however looked entirely disinterested, although his ears kept turning back towards their conversation.
“We don’t exactly age well, we just don’t age like other peoples. Our elders are wise and fair of years uncountable, far stronger than our youth. I don’t know how to explain right now, but there is this. My father thought me too young for foreign parts, but decided I needed to keep close to Almarrin, who at twenty-three is considered older than I.” He shrugged and drew another leaf on his notepad. It joined a twig, then a branch, then a tree in full spring.
He glanced up at Nyx’s expression and let out another soft laugh.
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“I am utterly confused!” She announced cheerily, all smiles.
Nyx’s face seem to mirror her confusion. He rubbed his temples before returning to his preferred napping position.
Inglor laughed. “Ah, nevermind.”
“I suppose you’re a different elf then I then! Or…Alve? Is that what you call yourself? We call them Elves…perhaps they’re two different races altogether even!” Luna tapped her chin excitedly, “Maybe they’re just very similar…” She shrugged. “Either way, very fun getting to know all of these things! That’s some of the fun of this place! So many kinds of people and cultures…”
“Yea…fun. Whoop-de-doo.” Nyx sighed. Luna stuck her tongue out at him.
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“Whoop-de-doo? That’s a phrase I’ve never heard before.” Mirth danced in his leaf green eyes. “But then, I’ve never been around many other peoples before.”
Almarrin
Psychology was such an interesting thing, especially when it could be studied through observation. From his vantage point behind a door he could hear one prime specimen ranting to another about all the short comings of a particular student.
Almarrin frowned but otherwise remained perfectly still. Only once the two had walked down the remainder of the hallway and disappeared into a classroom did he slide back out from behind the door and into his own class. The teacher never realized he’d been gone, so wrapped up in his subject was he.
Good.
But the words the two had been spewing kept echoing in the back of his head. He’d follow as soon as possible and find out what he could.
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Luna
“Yea?! Me neither! Well, not mine own age anyway. I’ve been around plenty of adults. I live in a small commune outside of the city. We grow our own food and such. We are not a cult though….my parents made sure to let me know to make that clear…not sure what a “cult” is,” she tilted her head, “But sometimes people call them that. My parents don’t like it, and neither do the others around. Whatever it is sounds nasty…definitely not like my home….” She smiled, thinking about her loving community, and the green pastures that surrounded their crops. The houses that they’d each had a hand in helping build. Their own small slice of heaven….
The teacher cleared her throat, shooting a glare at the threesome.
Inglor smiled playfully. “I suppose she doesn’t care for all of our speaking…” he whispered. Luna giggle quietly.
Nyx…was out of it.
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@godlyfantasy12. Sounds like a plan to me! @koshka. @elishavet-pidyon. Oh, these RP’s are so fun to read through. XD @keilah-h. @wilder-w.
Wolfgang
Wolfgang strode into Math class, Jakob and Reuben behind him.
They all had the same class! Yay!
But first, they’d dropped off Joshua at History.
Wolfgang suddenly saw a familiar head of bright blonde hair, and he rushed over with a wave. “Hey! Paxton! How are you doing today?”
Paxton jumped and looked up in fear, but when he realized it was Wolfgang, he relaxed some.
“Oh, and these are two more of my brothers! Jakob and Reuben!”
Jakob gave a smile and wave. Reuben merely gave a nod, cheeks flecked in paint from last night’s painting session.
Wolfgang grinned and slipped into the seat beside Paxton on his left. Reuben sat down on Paxton’s other side, and Jakob sat down beside Reuben.
Wolfgang grinned. All four of them in the same class!? Life was great!
(So…I’m trying to decide who Leo and Riker/Erich can run into? XD I know Ezra will run into Edrich/Aramis at some point, maybe at lunch or something, and give them a piece of his mind, but I don’t know about anyone else. XDXDXD)
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Maybe they can run into Almarrin? I’m thinking that a lot of the kids here see him and think he’s a bully, because of his size and reserved manner, so he hasn’t actually met any kids here.
Which is kind of fine too, since he’s probably preoccupied with spying on the bad guys and forming plans to systematically take them down. So if you have a better idea, or something else works out that’s fine too.
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Fork the GorkI don’t know exactly whom, but I was thinking either Adolphus and Dietrich, or another set of henchmen. Or the Aramis and Edrich…I can’t remember how to spell his name…
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