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@loopylin (sry he’s bailing on Dante, but I’m sure they’ll meet again) @rae
Sebberzzz
Nearby, a flash of shimmery midnight skirts caught Seb’s eye. He whipped around, nearly knocking Dante to the floor. Not that it did much good; the ghostly apparition had vanished.
“Hehe… I’d better skedaddle.” Seb patted Dante on the shoulder – hopping a little to do so – and began to tap-dance away.
“Where are you going?” Dante called after him.
“May I submit to you the joy of fresh, sweet air upon my incandescent lungs!”
He hung on to his hat in haste, bursting out of the building with great effort from his short legs.
Relief washed over him. If Everest were to appear… well, surely he would become overenthusiastic and overstay his welcome in her presence. He would anger her.
And that was unthinkable. For an angry Everest was a terrible Everest.
Must not have that.
He shuddered, shaking his head until his inflated cheeks wobbled, and stared up at the stars.
Hopefully he would see Dante again at the school. That would be a pleasure.
Faint laughter floated past from one of the nearby restaurants.
Seb glanced at the bright windows, then did a double take. He trotted over and pressed his face against the glass.
Hugo? With another girl?
Seb sauntered in the door. He passed a huge guy with a weird lizard draped over his shoulder – like some new fashion statement – scrambled onto the leather nook seat behind Hugo, and tapped him on the head. “Hi!”
“Holy cow!” Hugo was so surprised his instincts kicked in, and he yanked Seb’s arm so the boy fell into a headlock in the older boy’s lap.
Seb patted Hugo’s arm in rapid succession, voice muffled, “Release… Release!”
His mouth was released, and in another second, he sat up with his chin balanced on the tabletop.
The girl was less flamboyant than expected. Her clothes were not last month, they were last century. Perhaps she was a history buff. And the satchel on her hip gave Seb post-traumatic flashbacks to his days as a newsie.
“Ooo, a redhead. Cute! Are you the thirteenth or fourteenth?”
“What…” The girl was oblivious.
Seb mock gasped and turned to Hugo. “Volunteering selective information! You pretty trickster, you.”
The flustered teenager paused for a moment, fluffy hair framing his flighty orange eyes, then yanked Seb down again. He smiled uneasily at his date. “I guess we both have a sibling problem.”
“Everything is a mountain”
E v e r e s t
That’s Seb’s mysterious friend I was wondering about earlier! I am intrigued…
(And don’t worry about Dante. I was kinda stuck with writing him, but I think I know what he will do now.)
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
would it be alright if I wrote an rp for Ellie coming to the dorm and meeting Ami? and then Fel will show up soon after I think
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Will Seb like a dragon friend? I apologize if he wouldn’t.
Nar
“Yes,” Nar laughed. “I’ve got a shadow, you’ve got a…joker?”
Jr
Jr tapped Jaz’s nose, then pointed at the new boy with Hugo. Jaz imeadately jumped over to the little boy, chirping and rolling over showing her belly.
“Would you like to play with my dragon for a couple minutes? She seems to want your company.”
He watched the little boy chase after Jaz as Jaz led him a little bit away. Jr turned on Hugo, his eyes thinned to slits. He lashed out, grabbing Hugo by the throat, drawing a knife in his other hand. Jr lifted Hugo a little off his seat, not caring if he was choking him.
“What did the boy mean by thirteenth or fourteenth?” He growled.
Nar
Nar gasped as Jr grabbed Hugo’s throat and drew a knife.
“Jr! Stop!”
She grabbed onto Jr’s forearm.
“Jr, please don’t. Don’t worry about it.”
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Sorry, Jr just had protective big brother trying to shield little sis alarm bells ring. Hopefully this will end well…
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)If you want, you can mention how cold Jr’s hands are, cuz he is immune to most diseases except one called the Grath disease. It’s deadly to mortals, but only possibly deadly to immortals. If his hands are freezing cold, like almost as if they are make of solid ice, Nar needs to know so she can treat it. I’ll leave it up to you to decide if he has the Grath disease rn, since that would mean Nar would force him to rest, or he can be fine and just angry.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)It’s funny, having The Grath saves his life and hinders it at once. Jr can literally be frozen and be okay, like Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes, but he can also be somewhat controlled by the disease. And at times it even keeps him from battle.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)The mysterious girl XD
(Alright good, I didn’t want you to feel like I dumped you.)
Cooliooooo, got it. Sorry in advance for anything insulting that might happen next 😅
Sebastian
The dragon crawled away like a ball of dull jewels. The older kid wanted to distract him, of course, but that wasn’t worth fussing over. Seb followed it off the seat and watched as it rolled belly up on the floor.
He turned back to quip something, just as the dragon fellow jabbed a knife at Hugo’s throat.
Jabbed. A knife. At…
The shimmery lifelines around the restaurant visibly shook.
The guest faces warped, like flat puppets woven from light. Seb’s ears rang with an invisible audience, clapping in an echo chamber. Laughter and song, on repeat, on repeat, on repeat – so happy, so perfectly and conveniently dead.
In an instant, Sebastian stood on the table. His hat dipped over his face, casting it in shadow.
When he met gazes with the violent young man, his eye seemed to pop out of his head. A kaleidoscope of delicious fire.
“You ridiculous drama leech!” he giggled. “Don’t attack my brother.”
The young man did not remove the knife.
The wispy lifelines pulsed harder, in a threatening rhythm. Seb’s brow furrowed passionately. “Don’t attack such a superior gentleman. He was willing to let both of us breathe down his neck. He has proven himself kinder than you in every conceivable way.”
“Everything is a mountain”
Nar
“Yes, Jr, listen to Seb. Tental?”
Jr glanced at the pleading eyes of his sister. He sheathed his knife, and let go of Hugo’s throat..
“Fine, we’ll talk it out. Warrior to Warrior.” He grabbed Hugo by the shirt and pulled him out of the restaurant.
Nar sighed.
“We must wait here.” She looked after Hugo. “He’ll be fine. Y Ellen.”
Jr
Jr slammed Hugo against a wall, pressing on his chest.
“Stay there,” he growled. Jr stepped back, his hands falling to his sides. He closed his eyes and puffed out a breath, his shoulders relaxing. He stood there for a couple moments, silent as a statue.
I’m gonna let Hugo talk rn if he wants, if he doesn’t, I can continue. Up to you.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)I haven’t translated the large amounts of recent Realn that has been spoken.
From when Nar was pleading with Jr to come stand by her
- Floraine means blessings. It’s the equivalent of a thank you.
- “Y le wend i ma agcom eten cum yi.” translates to “I will be happy if you would eat with me.” Rough, but I haven’t yet rounded out the language, so it’s,,, yeah, rough.
- Nih means no
- “Wen, ma kutan yi wen. Eten cum yi, tental?” translates to “Sad, you make me sad. Eat with me, please?”
- Y means I
From more recently
- Tental means please
- “Y Ellen.” Translates to “I hope.”
Possibly in the future
- If someone calls someone else a yrg, that means foul creature. It’s an insult. Why I’m mentioning this is, I almost wrote an rp where Jr just decided he wasn’t gonna listen, and Nar calls him that, but I decided not to. It’s still possible though.
I think that’s it?
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)I figured the translations meant that. Good job at making it easy for the reader to guess 🙂
Hugo
“Ow,” Hugo said softly, rubbing his head.
Why was he always knocked around like a bowling pin? If he knew why, he would have reformed himself by now.
He could see into the restaurant front in the corner of his vision. And just as expected, Seb was there. Watching. Face smack against the glass like a baby zombie, giving Nahim such a wide smile that it was a wonder the young man wasn’t already burned at the stake.
“I’m glad you didn’t stab me,” Hugo offered with a flustered chuckle, smoothing the front of his jacket and sticking his hands into the pockets. A casual pose. “It was not going to end well for you.”
Nahim did not give up his menacing demeanor.
“Okay.” Hugo stopped smiling. ” You could have just asked me nicely. Please, ask me nicely next time.”
The confession was embarrassing to give – pretty much the worst thing you could tell a date’s older brother. “I’ve… flirted with a ton of girls. Seb asked how many Nar makes in total.”
He steeled himself to get socked.
“Everything is a mountain”
I don’t think you’re gonna expect Jr’s reaction
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)
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