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If you most distinguished writers will grant me the pleasure, I can write a transition scene for our quartet.
Go ahead!
Like Rae said, you’re doing pretty well for a first romantic scene XD
thanks!
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
your romance is actually very good. Very accurate to real life. Wishing I had your “mad skills” as my pastor would say
Why thank you, Rae. :3
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
HELP!!!!!!!
MY IDENTITY IS BEING STOLEN!!!!!!!
"You need French Toast."
@everyone
Does anyone remember who was going to be the dance instructor?
So I wrote some in-between stuff before the dance lesson… so we don’t have to worry about getting there XD I’m sorry if I wrote any of your characters incorrectly; I gave them more dialogue than I usually would. Tell me if they would have done something else.
Sebastian + HugoThe fiery frustration in Seb’s gut had transformed, turned to bright, shimmery frost flakes of fun.
This cold joy kept him walking, even skipping along the street. Never mind it was temporary, never mind part of him still curled up whenever a human touched him. Never mind his quips were truly empty of any soul.
His chest heaved, and he blinked away sudden emotion.
For what was there left, but chaos?
“He’s really riding on this, isn’t he?” Dante muttered to Hugo.
Sebastian spun around and held his arms out dramatically, ignoring the various kids trying to walk past him. Strapped to his feet were two red buckets, both taken from the ice cream shop. He smirked at them all, victoriously eye to eye. “My dear Dante…”
“Don’t call me that,” the alien cautioned.
Clop, bang, clop, bang. Seb’s eyes widened cartoonishly, and two pink spots glowed on his face. “Oh, but you must feel the glee, my friend. Feel the glee!”
The other three boys looked each other, and simultaneously remarked, “We don’t.”
“Your loss!” The small blond boy ran ahead, showering a confetti of laughter behind him.
Calligripho pulled out his book as they walked, and hesitantly tried using the pen again. “I don’t understand. Is your friend in need of some help? Is this normal behavior?”
Hugo gave a small bob of the head, which looked like a nod, but also like a shake “Oh, it’s… yeah, it’s normal. He’s hyper because he got triggered by something.”
“Ah, I see.” Cal scribbled something down. “Manchild… is… sensitive…”
“Did you guys catch that pixie, by the way?”
“Oh yes, we certainly did. Dante helped catch the creature, and I am still very thankful for his assistance.”
“Don’t mention it,” Dante said quietly. He ran a hand through his messy dark hair.
Calligripho looked as if he were about to praise his new friend further, but he checked his tongue and merely pushed up his glasses.
They seemed a strange duo, to be sure.
The sky was slowly dimming, streaked with gray and orange. Hugo guessed it to be around three hours before sundown. Some rain occasionally fell, but it was easily avoided under the shop awnings, and Seb gladly stomped in the puddles as long as his clothes remained dry.
By the time they had reached the dance class building, it looked packed with students inside, and the lady on check-in duty drooped with exhaustion.
Seb took the first step. He grabbed the counter with both elbows and hoisted himself up, so he could get a good look at the form. “I can’t bring in any of these items?”
“No,” the woman sighed.
“How’d you know about my machine gun?” the boy teased, flashing his dimples “Joke’s on you, because it’s in my sock drawer back home where absolutely nobody will find it, but boy, you government people are funsies.”
Before she could retort, he signed the form and rolled off the counter.
Hugo was about to sign his form too, but paused to watch the cheeky blond strut into the dancing room, the buckets bang bang banging.
“Um, do those count as high heels?” he asked.
The lady did a double take. “Holy moly, yes they do – hey, kid!”
“I’ll catch him in a minute, ma’am. I’ll stack them somewhere by the door.” Hugo signed the form and headed inside, but not before giving Cal and Dante a questioning eye. “You guys need me to stuff anything in a locker?”
“Everything is a mountain”
Why do I write so much for an in-between scene, holy toothy cow
It was fun tho
“Everything is a mountain”
Livia
She missed Xandro already. Apparently they weren’t allowed to bring horses into the dance class.
Did that surprise her?
No.
Did she miss him, though?
Yes.
She told him to go find some new friends, hoping he wouldn’t get into trouble, and tried to slow her racing heart. She wasn’t sure she was ready to dance. What if she was partners with Lukas? She wasn’t sure she was ready to get that close to a boy she’d just met…and from the petrified expression on Lukas’s face, she could tell he probably felt the same way.
She didn’t understand people half as well as she understood Xandro. She just hoped that Lukas wouldn’t see her as a total weirdo.
She took a deep breath and walked over to Lukas. “Okay, maybe this was a bad idea,” she told him. “I’m terrified.”
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333HELP!!!!!!!
MY IDENTITY IS BEING STOLEN!!!!!!!
Lol! That’s hilarious….
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333- Rank: Knight in Shining Armor
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@whalekeeper [quote quote=169734] @calyhuge Oki-dok!
AAAAHHHHHHH I’m laughing my head off right now
Over Cal’s response to Lois? Because I genuinely meant it 🤣[/quote]
I actually have no idea why I wrote that. I think it was something out of context. I can’t even see what was funny.
Oh.
I tagged the wrong person.
That’s it.
Bruh.
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Ok I think the week of late nights is finally getting to me now. I even just got an email from myself:
#kinglearmoment
HELP!!!!!!!
MY IDENTITY IS BEING STOLEN!!!!!!!
lol
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Ugh I hope I’m not misinterpreting Hugo’s question again this time
Dante
Dante watched Sebastian clomp into the dance room, a bit bewildered by his sudden change in mood. Usually Dante was the chaotic one, but Seb easily outdid him there.
He wondered why he had decided to spend his afternoon at dance practice of all things. It sounded extremely boring to him. And when Dante got bored, he got anxious. But who knew? Maybe something exciting would happen. With the new friends he had made, it seemed pretty likely.
Hugo signed the form and turned around.
“You guys need me to stuff anything in a locker?”
Dante dug through his pockets and tossed Hugo a glass jar from the pixie hunt and a blank crumpled up paper. He kept his lighter and the two stolen wallets. Calligrapho looked like he might be about to mention the lighter, but Dante gave him a warning look. Then he quickly skimmed the form and signed it.
“Well, time to see what all the fuss is about,” he said, and strolled into the dance room.
As soon as he entered, he instinctively scanned the room and noted several things. Seb was easy to spot, still waddling around on his bucket shoes. There were three exits: the one behind him, and two doors in opposite corners of the far wall. A man, who looked like he most definitely had military training, stood watching in front of one of the doors. A tall, white haired girl was wandering around, trying much too hard to seem casual.
Dante stayed to the side and waited for his friends.
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Lois
Lois smiled softly.
“Well… no, not really. I’ve tried some swing, but that was years ago. I’m sure I’d trip all over myself if I tried now. Our home hasn’t had much heart for dancing lately. …Have you two danced before?”
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
I do actually have characters who love dancing, but, for some reason, none of them are in this rp
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
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@loopylin I remembered you 😁
@whalekeeper I read Calligripho in your RP like he came from my own pen. You have done him justice.Calligripho
“I have to leave the book?? Are you sure, Ma’am?”
Calligripho had signed the form, but now the tired blonde wanted his book. His book! Everyone would think he was a Pixie now. “I’m kind of attached to it.”
The blonde woman peered at him. “Literally or figuratively?”
Calligripho sighed. “Figuratively.” He reluctantly set the book, and the bejeweled pen (what a waste of good money) in a cubbie. He walked through the doors, shamefaced. He walked up beside Dante. “They took my book,” he sighed, looking at the floor. “I feel naked.”
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Ok I’m going to introduce Katonia and Brianaro but I’ll RP them first and describe afterwards, just to shake things up
@loopylin I’m going to tag you just to PROVE I know it’s you
@smiley @savannah_grace2009 @rae @esther-c @whoever-was-in-the-group-of-teens-shopping-with-Derik-and-SaraCan we say that they’re at the dance lessons? I think that would be the best course of action.
Katonia
Aramia was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatsoever about that. The register of her burial was signed by the wizard, the princess, the giant, and the fool. Yeamano signed it. And since he was her brother, his name was good for anything he chose to put his hand to.
Aramia was dead as a doornail.
Princess Katonia knew she was dead? Of course she did. How could it be otherwise? She had seen it happen.
The mention of Aramia’s funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that Aramia was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. If we were not convinced that Hamlet’s father died before the play began, there would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a stroll at night, in an easterly wind, upon his own ramparts, than there would be in any other middle-aged gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot, literally to astonish his son’s weak mind.
— Charles Dickens, mod.
The Princess stepped from the portal, and out onto the street. She looked about herself, to find little changed since she had left. “Coast is clear,” she assured the portal.
Out of it stepped her companion, the Knight. He did not wear armor, nor a helmet, nor a horse, but he did wear a sword, a shield, and a gleaming medal upon his smart white shirt, proof that he was, indeed, a knight.
The Princess herself did not attempt to appear extravagant. Her velvet red dress was well-worn, but not ragged. It was matured. Her fiery red hair hung loose in waves, reaching past her puffed-sleeve shoulders. And in her pocket, sat the Golden Key, that taliman that could unlock anything and everything, and show it for what it truly was.
The portal closed behind the pair, and they stood looking at a poster.
“Dance lessons,” read the Princess. “Well, Brian, looks like we’re going to have to hurry if we don’t want to miss that dance. What kind of dancing is there, anyway?”
Brian shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out. If your Highness would lead…” he gestured with a low bow.
Kate rolled her eyes. “No, I won’t. We’ll go together, as friends.”
“Suit yourself.”
The two entered the building, and were promptly stopped by a blonde. After recording their names and giving them waivers to fill out and sign, she sweetly asked Kate to empty her satchel. She removed from the pile the rope, the paper, the pen, and the spare glass pixie jar. She labeled them “Kate Tonya” and placed them in a cubby. Kate suppressed a laugh.
“All blondes are the same,” mumbled Brian.
Kate elbowed him, rather hard. “Shush!”
“Are those boots?” asked the woman. She pointed at Brian’s feet. “They are strictly forbidden. You understand. Protecting toes, and all that.”
Brian looked down. “Oh, these? Nope. They’re dress shoes. See the wing-tip design?” He conveniently did not lift his pant leg to reveal the rest of his footwear.
The woman nodded, then waved them through the doors.
Students from the school milled about the room. Some were familiar faces, others, not.
“So, we just wait?” Kate put her hands in her pockets and looked around.
“It would appear so.” Brian rested his hand on his sword scabbard (which, oddly enough, had not been confiscated) and surveyed the scene.
“Hey, who’s that?” Kate pointed to a group of boys and girls laughing together. One in particular looked strangely familiar. He had odd clothes, but that was no surprise. A plaid button-down, blue jeans, a belt with pistols in holsters. He had brown hair, a dolphin laugh, freckles… Kate looked from him to Brian, and back again. The resemblance was slight, barely perceptible, but still… “Brian? Do you have another brother?”
“What? No. Why?”
“That guy over there… oh, never mind.”
Then Kate started. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“I distinctly heard something… music… an E-flat, G, A-flat, B-flat… on a pennywhistle.” Kate gasped.
Brian shook his head firmly. “No. No. That’s not right. Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it. Aramia’s dead, and besides, lots of other people play the penny whistle.”
Kate grabbed his arm. “I distinctly heard it. That same tune on the same instrument that I first heard played. By her. Aramia’s here.”
* * *
Music plays a big part in my story, so I’m going to try to emphasize it more here.
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