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Lois
After a while, Lois and Felicity got into the rhythm, and were able to talk about other things as they waltzed. Felicity chattered on about her shopping day with Babs. Lois happily listened to her, while also trying to count the beats of the music in his head.
One, two, three. One, two, three…
“She had wings, Lois! Like a moth! Do you think there’s a spell for that?”
One, two, three.
“And then we got burgers for lunch. They were good…”
One, two…
Felicity’s rambling trailed off. Her white braid floated behind her like a ribbon as they spun. Lois smiled at her.
“Sounds like you had fun.”
“I did.” She was also smiling, but she didn’t look at him. Instead, she stared at their hands. Hers was very pale, making his skin look much darker in comparison.
“We’re getting pretty good at this, don’t you think?” Lois said.
The music suddenly died down, and the dancers paused.
“Students!” Professor Amelia yelled. “In order to ensure you are not indulging your youthful urges, you will all switch partners. Now! That’s right, Miss Suki. You are all to switch.”
Felicity frowned.
“Well, I guess now we get to go show off our new dancing skills to someone else.” Lois said, trying to lift her spirits.
I will rp for my new characters and Mr Gregory later.
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Felicity would be completely willing to help Babs, btw
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Alright, I’m gonna add another character with Vlydia.
Riina
Riina (Pronounced “Ree-een-a”) Riina is a friend of Vlydia, but they are very unalike. Riina is casual and a bit mischievous. She considers basically everything Vlydia does “boring.” She uses a different type of crystal, which are light blue. They are the same as Vlydia’s except that they grant the Resonance of Teleportation instead of Fusion.
Riina has shoulder-length curly red hair and wears a dark gray cloak because it looks “mysterious.” She also wears boots, so that will be a problem. Anyway, here we go!
Vlydia
Riina bounded ahead of Vlydia as they walked towards dance practice. Riina had pulled her away from her work to attend this. Vlydia had argued that it was pointless, since she already knew how to dance, and that she was doing more important things, but then Riina had stolen her work and refused to give it back, so here they were. Riina hadn’t been able to dissuade her from bringing her books and pages of research though.
They were stopped at the door. “Hold it,” the woman said, “No boots, hoodies, books, or paper allowed inside.”
“How dare you!” said Riina. “This is a cloak, not a hoodie!”
“It’s close enough. You’ll have to leave your banned items behind.”
“I don’t have any other shoes!” protested Riina.
“You didn’t tell me paper and books weren’t allowed!” Vlydia whispered to Riina.
“Well, yeah,” said Riina. “You wouldn’t have come if I had.”
“I’m not leaving my research here!”
“I know, you’re taking it inside!” Riina winked conspiratorially.
“What do you—wait. No! You can’t—!”
Vlydia’s protests were cut off as Riina opened a window beneath them and they fell through.
They fell from the ceiling into the room. Several of Vlydia’s books slipped from her hands and hit the ground. She looked up to see the woman at the entrance staring through the portal with shock, before it snapped shut.
“That was most definitely not allowed!” snapped Vlydia.
Riina shrugged. “Who cares? We got in, boots, cloak, books and all!”
“You’re unbearable.”
“I know right?” said Riina. “It’s one of my most charming qualities!”
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*popps in*
Hi guys, just so you know, I’m not really going to be on this for a while, at least for the rest of this week, because I’m writing my actual story in earnest. I’ll come back before the dance though. @rae I heard about Chase, that’s fine. @jonas how did u get here?
If y’all want to mess around with my characters, go crazy (but not too crazy), I’m not pulling them, just taking a break. So they’re around. Bye, see y’all soon!
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how did u get here?
By getting here!
🏰 Fantasy Writer
✨ Magic System Creator
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📚 Appreciator of BooksI didn’t cry, but I had a sudden urge to find Marcel, give him a hug and just be with him.
Now I’m wondering if there is anyway Chase could find Marcel, because Chase has an urge to apologize. Like, an urge so deep that it’s one of the first things I feel when I put on his character cloak. But…I’m afraid that’s not possible rn, at least, not as far as I can see.
@anyone
So random, but so me…
Who else smells like a horse rn?
"You need French Toast."
I’ve never smelled like a horse in my life… lol. What does a horse even smell like? I’m sure I’ve smelled them at some point before, but I’ve never noticed.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Like a horse. It’s a smell I can’t describe. Some hate, some love it, I find it pleasant. It’s a smell that doesn’t yell “Shepherd” like a goat or sheep smell, it yells instead “barn”.
"You need French Toast."
Also, Junior is by the door wearing boots too if you want your charrie to meet him.
"You need French Toast."
Yeah, I kind of assumed it was indescribable.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Ah, a fellow boot rebel! I’ll see if I can get Saoirse to talk to him…
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
He also has hidden knives and an unregistered dragon pet on his shoulder and back.
Not in armor.
"You need French Toast."
Saoirse
Saoirse glanced over and noticed a young man standing by the door. He, too, had apparently ignored the fine print forbidding boots. He also had a strange reptilian creature with him, which didn’t look allowed, either.
Saoirse marched over to him and put her hands on her hips. “Boots aren’t allowed in here, you know.” She said flatly, and rather hypocritically, “I don’t think anyone wants any broken toes.”
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I have no idea why Saoirse decided to interrogate him about his choice of footwear, but there you go lol.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Nahim Jr.
“Seriously people!” Jr stared at her with his red eyes. “I don’t care about broken toes and silly rules. I’m not enrolled, and I may do what I like, the upside of being an emperor’s son.”
"You need French Toast."
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