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  • #175192
    Loopy
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      Oh wait I have a ring of brown/ gold around my pupils. That’s a kind of heterochromia?

      “Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle

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      RAE
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        @looplin

        Go Fel!

         

         

        Chase broke his ring finger on his right hand. Idk why I just said that, just decided that that’s the broken one XD

        "You need French Toast."
        #AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)

        #175196
        whaley
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          @loopylin

          Yes, Fel is a party killer XD

          And yes, it’s kind of heterochromia? I think that’s normal for some hazel eyes. My sister has hazel eyes and they have a blue-gray ring. Sounds pretty nonetheless 🙂


          @rae
          (Oh no, will Chase be able to write? Is it his dominant hand?) @jonas @savannah_grace2009 @godlyfantasy12 @whoeverelsewantstoknow

          Here we goooo, let’s start to wrap things up. This has officially been the Battle of the Stabbing.

          Babs

          Marcel sat up.

          Instantly, book pages fluttering, Cal read off the spell, speaking as loud and clear as he could. With a sharp ringing sound, the gold circlet fell off.

          “Hi. What did I miss?” The awakened boy’s voice rose triumphantly in the air, as he floated over Babs and Felicity. “Man, I feel like Sleeping Beauty or something.”

          “Mars!” Babs had almost never been so simultaneously relieved and upset. “You… you… stupid winged freak!!”

          He was alive, and for that, she could kiss his freckled nose.

          But how could he be so chill?? Sometimes he made her want to scream in his ear, scream at him to stop being so stupid. She knew it was his way of comforting himself and others. But if he didn’t stop, he was sure to get his mouth thrown back at him.

          She tried to grab his ankle, but only managed to hook her fingers in his shoelaces. “What is wrong with you??”

          She saw Fel grinning, with the bloody, drippy spine, and gagged.

          Rina watched with a simple nod, as she twisted her sword. The demon howled, its leg melted under the growing multitude of flaming eyes, and swiped at Rina with a lumpy appendage. She only twisted harder in response.

          Marcel

          “I’m okay, Babs. I’ll melt in your arms in a sec.” Calm and stoic as ever, Marcel turned in the air to face the demon. “So. Are you going to leave, or will I have to pummel you?”

          It looked like the demon had been well pummeled already. The two girls both had sharp objects, and it seemed as if they had been repeatedly stabbing the creature – like bloodthirsty murderers. The thought put a glow of gratitude in Marcel’s cheeks.

          The demon boiled, its substance sticking to the wall and growing up it like mold. A wild whiteness gleamed in its eyes now, like a predator stuck in a steel trap.

          It had failed.

          Then it surged forward, beat Chase’s snake head to the floor with a hard thump, and tried to swallow the snake whole.

          This left no option but to pummel.

          Marcel swept forward, in front of Chase to protect as best he could, and was promptly swallowed.

          Darkness.

          “Huh.”

          He barely moved, and the monster’s stomach – if he could call it that – gave little resistance. Soft, warm, and surprisingly not disgusting. Maybe it had something to do with the whole hybrid element, as if whatever this creature once was, was turned inside out.

          It felt like… being wrapped in a burrito.

          Babs’ muffled shriek. He was still in danger, kind of. And this was not the time to fantasize over an imaginary magical burrito.

          Marcel decided to use the old-fashioned method. He slowly pressed against the squishy walls of his prison.

          Ancient sunlight, distilled from three hundred years of existence, seeped into his wings and gave him strength. Immortality and everything that came with it, in pure furious existence – as he pressed, his feathers in a sphere, then spiraling outward –

          Let’s blow this popsicle stand.

          The demon burst.

          Liquid magic spattered over the floor and walls, coating the others in slime.
          Babs and Cal clutched each other for dear life. The two girls wiped the slime from their hair. Chase lay on the floor, hurt but alive, another girl kneeling next to him.

          The whole shop was ruined. Furniture lay in shambles, the walls and ceiling dripped with slime, and although the monster had mostly seeped away into nothingness, a noticeable scorch marked its final stand.

          The Guardian stood in the middle, panting slightly.

          A smile crossed his face, sparkling brilliantly from triumph, as he met eyes with them all. “Gosh. I… um… I don’t mind hugs.”

           

          …

          In his mind: “if you like that sort of thing” 😂

          “Everything is a mountain”

          #175200
          Loopy
          @loopylin
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            @whalekeeper that was epic. XD I was listening to Revolution by The Score while reading that and it fit really well

            “Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle

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            Cloaked Mystery
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              @whalekeeper @rae @loopylin

              Rina

              Rina dropped her sword back into subspace.

              “Well, that was dramatic. What about this thing?”

              She turned towards the mask child and opened her portal wider, releasing its wrist.

              🏰 Fantasy Writer
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              #175202
              RAE
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                @whalekeeper

                Unfornately, yes, Chase is gonna have a harder time writing than he already does. Not to mention it’s uncomfortable to have our finger swell to at least twice normal size.

                "You need French Toast."
                #AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)

                #175203
                Loopy
                @loopylin
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                  @rae @whalekeeper @jonas @savannah_grace2009

                  Felicity 

                  Now that the danger was seemingly over, Felicity let herself flop back onto the floor, the adrenaline escaping her system with a short laugh.

                  “Well, that was dramatic. What about this thing?”

                  Felicity tilted her head to see what Rina was referring to. She frowned.

                  “It’s still alive? I thought you killed it already.”

                  “Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle

                  #175204
                  RAE
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                    @jonas @whalekeeper (who wins the Most Epic RP of 2024 Award)  @loopylin @savannah_grace2009

                    Chase

                    Sef was above him, and Marcel was shielding him. Marcel, alive, and looking well. Chase laid his snake head back, his hood becoming nothing. He lay there, still, just trying to breathe (this is not saying he’s hurt that bad, it’s just that in another form, he is conscious of every single breath, and sometimes must tell himself to breathe, or he won’t) until the shining bright light of Marcel the godling flashed in the corner of his vision, and a magic too splattered acrosdhim, the others, and the room. The demon was gone.

                    With his strength still fading away, Chase rose, looking at Marcel with green snake eyes.

                    “I-I’m sorry, Marcel.” With that, his energy faded away. He shifted automatically back to a boy, and fell to the floor. His head throbbed, his rib cage ached, and his finger was swelling and broken. He let his consciousness fade away, and into the arms of relief and darkness, Chase fell.

                     

                     

                    Chase still has not forgotten that he thought he angered Marcel, XD

                    "You need French Toast."
                    #AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)

                    #175205
                    Loopy
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                      @rae Oof, poor Chase

                      “Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle

                      #175208
                      whaley
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                        @loopylin

                        Thx 🥰 Fits an action scene well! To be honest, I was listening to What is Love by Haddaway 😂


                        @rae

                        Oh my, you made me blush so hard <33 I’m going to have such an inflated ego this week 😛

                        Baby Chase needs an ice pack. We shall fetch one.

                        “Everything is a mountain”

                        #175209
                        Esther
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                          @rae

                          Not to mention it’s uncomfortable to have our finger swell to at least twice normal size.

                          I feel you Chaseee 😭 I’ve jammed like five fingers (at different times). All but one had to do with volleyball. 😂

                          Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende

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                          Esther
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                            @whalekeeper

                            Ooh, fancy. That is soo cool!!

                            Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende

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                            whaley
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                              @rae @jonas @loopylin @savannah_grace2009

                              Calvin

                              Babs rushed over and began wiping the slime off Marcel’s curls with her sleeve, fussing quietly. “Goodness gracious me. If only I had a hairdryer…”

                              Chase collapsed.

                              “Oh! Never mind!”

                              The both of them knelt to check Chase’s vitals. He was exhausted, and rather pale. Luckily there were no open wounds, but he must have lost a lot of energy.

                              They should be enormously grateful for his willingness to transform. From the look on Babs’ face, she  was just as grateful that he could even transform back at all.

                              Marcel’s body was weak, too, and his knees knocked together. “Calvin. Could you…?”

                              Calvin pulled Chase up, draping him over a shoulder. His knowing eyes turned to Felicity, and the girl with the evaporated sword, who stood over the shadow creature. “I guess that depends on what it is, Rina.”

                              Rina poked the creature, then shook her finger when it tried to bite her.

                              “It’s not a demon,” Marcel pointed out. “It’s a girl.”

                              “Are you sure?”

                              “Pretty sure. She was being used for her powers. We should let her go.”

                              Cal eyed the shadow girl with a mixture of interest and foreboding.

                              “Trust me.”

                              Rina held her hand back, and the crystals withdrew.

                              The girl crouched on the floor for a few seconds. Slowly, she stood up – lankier than one would expect, with knobby knees. Without a word, she pulled a white headband off, which was already beginning to disintegrate.

                              She pointed at Felicity. “I like the sparkly girl.”

                              Then at Rina. “I hate you.”

                              She tossed something at Marcel, and everyone froze. But what Marcel caught turned out to be his flip-phone.

                              “Thanks,” he said.

                              The girl nodded, shot a fiery glance at Rina, and ran out of the shop.
                              They all headed out as well. Hopefully they could find a nurse at the dance hall, who could give Chase whatever he needed.

                               

                              – Meanwhile, Twelve Hours Later –

                              The door to the fortune teller’s slowly swung open. The bell jingled.

                              An old lady stood in the doorway, in front of her ruined shop. Her eyes widened gleefully. “My new crystal ball wasn’t a scam!”

                              The neon sign fell with a crash, and she jumped.

                              “Everything is a mountain”

                              #175212
                              whaley
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                                @esther-c

                                <3

                                “Everything is a mountain”

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                                GodlyFantasy12
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                                  @esther-c

                                  Paxton

                                  Paxton’s tiny smile lit his face as he nodded. His bundled up nerves slowly shifted into anxious excitement at the thought of seeing his friends again.

                                  ….they were still his friends…weren’t they?

                                  The thought made him clutch at his backpack straps tighter, imagining them as a tether to the treasured possession hidden inside.

                                  He’d been gone for a little bit, but..would that change their feelings towards him?

                                  “Alright, cool! Let’s go!” Fynn gripped Paxton’s hand, the sudden contact making the boy flinch slightly, but he refused to pull away.

                                  It’s okay…you’re okay…it’s not them…he-he’s not going to hurt you…

                                  Fynn pulled him down the hall, Paxton following close behind, one hand still clutching his backpack. His eyes tugged at the floor, the familiar feeling of fear and shame tugging at him.

                                  It’s okay..you’re okay…you’re going to see your friends…

                                  #IfMarcelDiesIRiot
                                  #ProtectMarcel
                                  #ProtectSeb

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