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Chase will be at the dance lessons, I’ll rp that. may take a while though.
"You need French Toast."
Chase Duke
Drip. Drip. Drip. Water splashed into Chase’s hair. His knees were brought up to his chest, an his face was hidden in his arms, resting on his patellas. He shivered and looked up, just as rain began to fall. How long he had been in the alley was unknown to him, but he kneit had been at last a coup!e hours. His head throbbed, each heartbeat pounding like hammers against his skull. He felt like he had be in a haze, rolling over what Marcel had said to him. Slowly he stood, pulling his hood over his head to protect against the rain. He stubbled out of the alley, walking almost like a drunken man. He could feel each step in his head. Chase gathered himself together as he reached the street, walking slowly on the side walk with his hands in his hoodie pocket. He remembered something about dance lessons, one to be held that very day. Callista will want me to go, I’ll go, for her. He wandered around the mall area, avoiding contact with anyone, until he found the place. He entered, finding a young blond at a desk, leaning over some piece of artwork. He swallowed.
“Excuse me, I-I’d like to apply for dance lessons.” The blond looked up and smiled pleasantly, setting aside her sketch pencil.
“Sure! Just fill out this form…oh, hold on, let me grab you a pen…here you are.” Chase nodded, and used part of her desk to fill out the form. It took him a few minutes. He handed to her. She smiled again as she took it, and got up to file the form. As she set in in place, she commented,
“You have very pretty handwriting.”
“T-thank you. You…you draw beautifully.” She closed her filing cabinet, and turned, a slight smile still on her red lips.
“Thank you, it’s a habit I picked up. You may go directly in, they’ll be starting lessons in a few minutes.” Chase nodded, and turned to go through the door to the next room. “One moment.” Chase turned, his eyes still angled down, and his hood shadowing his features. “I’m sorry…Chase? Was it? No hoodies are allowed in lessons. I’ll keep that for you out here, with a name tag.” She motioned to a few cubbies with items like high heels and papers, pens, and books. Chase opened his mouth to object, but closed it without a sound. He pulled off his wet hoodie and handed it to her. She looked down at his sports shoes as she took the hoodie, and wrote the name tag that she pinned to the hood. As she went to put it in a cubby, she looked back at Chase. “Are you alright?” Chase met her hazel eyes for a moment, before answering as he rubbed his chilled arms.
“Y-yeah, fine.” She looked at his arms before catching herself and asking if he had any of the forbidden items she listed in his pockets. He didn’t. Finally, Chase was allowed in into the next room. As he entered, he saw Livia, Lukas, Fynn, and his eyes met Callista’s blue crystalline eyes. He quickly looked at the floor, acting as if she wasn’t there. He rubbed his arms again nervously.
"You need French Toast."
Aww poor Lukas!!!!
Livia
She didn’t know whether to be hurt, or laugh. But then she saw the horrified look on Lukas’s face, and the way Xandro glared at him, and then she burst out laughing.
“I walked right into that one,” she laughed, “You do have a point, though,” she said thoughtfully. She saw the pained look on Lukas’s face and stopped laughing. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve been called worse. I have older brothers.”
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333BEWARE my charries know how to make swiss cheese! XD
I’m dying….lol!
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333What is wrong with Seb? Does he have mental issues or something?
🤣🤣🤪
Um… yeeeeeesssss…
But no, not like that, this is just him having fun and like Loops said, he’s eccentric. And he’s almost eleven years old here, so he’s partially impulsive too. I have realized as a teen, he has more mental issues than any of my other characters, but right now he’s good 👍
“Everything is a mountain”
I hope this doesn’t bother you – I sped up our girls so they are going to the dance practice 😅
Babs
Eventually, after the two girls had spent another thirty minutes exploring the sights, Babs glanced up at a grandfather clock in a shop window, and the boiling rain clouds. “Come on, Felicity!”
“What?” The frost girl panted.
She followed alongside, balancing on the sidewalk curb like a little kid. Her simple, wild nature had taken Babs under a spell.
“Dance class, silly,” Babs scolded with a laugh. “There’s a bus stop ahead.”
A double-decker bus rumbled up in front of them, deep orange in color, with bright lights hanging from the windows and hand poles. The door hissed open.
At first Felicity was hesitant – she didn’t have a bus pass. But Babs soon discovered Marcel’s pass in her bag, and was quick to point out her forgetful friend had only used it twice that month.
They climbed on, and squeezed into a small row of seats.
The level above would have been Babs’ first choice – she could almost imagine the wind twirling her hair into her mouth, like a clumsy ballerina throwing ribbons into the air. But that level was packed with students.
Besides, the inside was warm and cozy, compared to the increasingly gray sky outside.
“Can you see…” she lifted her gaze over the crowd of seats, and trailed off.
“What, your Calvin?” Felicity teased.
“No, I know he can take care of himself. I just… don’t see Marcel.”
She had tried messaging him earlier. Not a peep.
“He seemed like the quiet type to me,” Felicity said, distracted by the hanging glass lights on the wood ceiling. Her eyes twinkled with a certain steady mirth. “Maybe he doesn’t like dancing. Or maybe he’s already there.”
“You’re probably right.” Babs let her head fall back to her seat with a thunk, then sat up again, her hands covering her cheeks. “Oh, I jinxed it! Now I won’t know what to think!”
And she was still fuming over herself when the bus screeched to a stop. They hopped off, along with many other boys and girls, by a large, rather impressive building inside the mall.
Right before they stepped up to the check-in, Babs remembered. “We have to check for any of the banned items!”
She rummaged around in her bag and pockets, but all she found was a college textbook one of the boys had stuffed in there… how much stuff do they put in my bag? “That’s all I’ve got. I can’t imagine why they would ban something as dull as this. What, is someone going to scream when they see it? Do you have anything, Felicity?”
She turned to face Felicity’s mischievous gray eyes.
…
I literally scrolled back sixty pages to find Felicity’s eye color… 😐 I just had to know. Now I know. They are gray, They are GRAY. I will never forget.
“Everything is a mountain”
Will Marcel be at the dance lessons? Also I’m a little confused, why did he blow up at Chase?
"You need French Toast."
I could probably have done better at explaining 😅
Since before you joined this roleplay, Marcel has had a habit of trying to help people, and then feeling extremely frustrated or worthless when he can’t do anything. There were lots of fights, and especially this big fight over a kid, and Marc got into someone else’s business and ended up in the hospital for it. But he’s always felt like he can’t do enough. Even when he should be proud of himself, he downplays what he’s done at the smallest slip.
Basically when he couldn’t figure out what to say to Chase (to make things better), he got angry at himself and the situation and snapped 😖
Idk if he’ll make it to the practice, to be honest. He’s probably run off and put himself at risk of getting lost.
“Everything is a mountain”
Tech
“I could find you a girl….” Ev teased.
Tech’s scales prickled in embarrassment. Ev noticed. “I’m kidding!” he reassured him. “I’ll leave you to it. Oh, and it looks like we’ve reached the food court. What do you want to eat? I’ll pay for it.”
Tech sniffed the air.
Grease.
Chicken.
Fish.
Potato.
Some other things he didn’t know.
“There’s fish around here?” he asked. “I can smell it. I’ll have some of that if you don’t mind.”
(Dragons–especially the boys’ kind–love fish.)
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Oh, now I feel bad now, yet relieved. I honestly was afraid you thought it was spanning too long.
I’ll keep it from Marcel that his frustration hurt Chase…actually, it probably was good for Chase, since he’s thinking over what Marcel said more than if Marcel and he had parted quietly. Actually, it was probably best how it all went down. 🙂
"You need French Toast."
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Ok for whoever cares (nobody) I’m going to pick up a thread I started a while back
And introduce a new character
Nico: (full name Nivlaco): a 9-ft, 35-ish giant with a broadsword as big as a full-grown man and a tower shield as big as he is. Has long straight hair and a long straight beard. Intelligent, super strong (shoulders are like 5 feet wide), empathetic, quiet, yet fiercely defends the helpless. Travel buddies with The Cat (should RP her again sometime). Not a dancer (sorry guys, he’s just too big), but an all-around nice guy. His official rank is King’s Champion (think: David’s mighty men). He’s holed up in the attic of the school, right where Cole shot the arrow and… well, you’ll see.
Nivlaco
A little while earlier…
The huge man was seated on the bottom bunk of a moth-eaten, forgotten bunk bed, whittling a large stick with his larger sword when a sound like the smashing of a crystal ball jerked him into ducking. He instincively ducked, you see, because he was so enormously tall that to jump would cause irreparable damage… to the ceiling. But, it was a good thing that he did duck, for through the smashed window flew the arrow. The arrow from that traitor Colesco’s bow, it was. It buried itself in the post of the bunk, shearing a few of the giant’s long hairs off in the process.
Nico rubbed the back of his head, yanked the arrow from its place, and inspected it in his huge thumb and forefinger.
The Cat stopped licking her paw to roll her eyes. “Uncap it, you big lug. It’s one of those message arrows.”
Nico nodded thoughtfully, then used the point of his whittled stick to lever open the catch on the metal arrowhead. He tipped the head, and out fell a shimmering white speck.
Of its own accord, the speck unfolded, until it was a sheet of paper. Nico leaned close to it to look at it more carefully, and his brown eyes sparked with interest when words appeared. He pointed at it, and told The Cat his discovery. “It’s breath activated invisible ink. Remember that one for later.”
He turned back to the letter. It read thus:
I know where you are. Know this: the wrong you have paid to us will be paid back ten-fold. As you have broken my nose, I will break every bone in your body. You cannot escape. We will conquer. In the name of the Queen.
Long live the Queen!
Hugs and kissesDeath and revenge,Callipsa
P.S. and Colesco too.
Nico turned the letter over. There was a rather grotesque, crude drawing of a stick-figure in a dress jumping on another stick figure in a dress.
Nico’s face hardened with worry. “I think this was destined for Princess Katonia. Callipsa’s gotten it into her head that she’s going to kill the Princess. And now she thinks she’s the queen herself.”
The Cat purred. “But the princess isn’t here, is she?”
Nico shifted, studying the letter again. “Not at the moment. I expect she will be here eventually. She may even be on her way. But the main thing is to stay close to her, to make sure Callipsa doesn’t hurt herself. You know how defensive Brianaro can get.”
The Cat sat and stared at Nico. “Help Callipsa stay safe? And what do we lose if she dies?”
Nico shook his head. “It’s not what we lose, it’s what she loses – her soul.”
The Cat sniffed. “She’s too far gone for that. She’ll never submit to The Director’s will.”
Nico sighed heavily. “No one is too far gone, The Cat. Look at me. I was called from being a murdering cannibal. It is very hard to be more far gone than that.”
“True, you have a point.” The Cat shrugged. She went back to bathing herself with her tongue.
Nico stood. “I know what I must do now. I must save the villain.” He shouldered his shield, sheathed his sword, and strode to the stairwell. He whispered a prayer to the Director, and clambered down to the floor below.
* * *
If Dark Castle RP is where I work out Cole’s redemption story, this is where I fine-tune Callipsa’s.
For those who remember (no one), when the Sans siblings disappeared, that was Nico. Things are building…
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Ok, I’m going to change my profile picture for the first time ever @loopylin
Also, noticed for the first time that your profile pic is a crow, and a crow just pecked Inky on the nose
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ok, much more accurate now
Also, noticed for the first time that your profile pic is a crow, and a crow just pecked Inky on the nose
Hehehehe it was me the whole time! >:D
ok, much more accurate now
I like it. The two Calvins
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