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Ben
It felt so free to be a single child!
Ben tossed his underwear out the window and scrambled out, along the frame and up the brick wall.
His tail twitched, so the sun rays flashed off and on in his eyes. Warmth trickled into his tiny rodent body – first through the skin folds connected to his armpits, then seeping into his back. The underwear hung from one claw, just in case.
Up to the roof he went. As an ermine, he ambled along the top and eyed the building across.
Destina Tasin. His siblings were in there. He wasn’t going to be in single paradise for much longer. No more unlimited sugar or game time.
In a swoop, he transformed into a scruffy white hawk, and squawked cheerfully at some pigeons nearby as he flew in the direction of the school.
Marcel was the better flier. Maybe things looked nicer above the clouds, but from here, the only thing worth looking at was the closest pedestrian to torment.
An open window, marked with a red ribbon, floated into view. Ben dived for it. He landed hard on a plain cot, draped with a few pieces of clothing.
He expertly tossed the clothing in the air, and folded into a myriad of writhing fur and scales, rising as a normal boy just to hold his arms up for a shirt and jacket. They fell on him with a flump.
Maybe some day.
Even as a shapeshifter, he was forced to have some decency. No transforming in the middle of class, especially with no clothes nearby. No matter how much earth energy he needed to let loose, he could not let loose everything.
He stepped out of the dorm as a normal, everyday, non-magical boy. He pulled the corduroy jacket over his fluffy white hair and shoulders, wool lining his neck and sleeves. The black and scarlet demon symbol on the back flashed under the ceiling lights.
Ben hesitated. He pressed his palms together. “Mom, please bless my first day of school.”
He couldn’t be sure, but the air seemed to clear. Sun streamed down until it illuminated the hall. The green leaves on the bush outside looked… well, greener.
“- And help me find Mars. That too.”
A sudden roar made him jump. A workman outside waved, and cut down the bush with a buzz-saw.
“Huh, that’s funny!” Ben tugged on his backpack and trudged down the hall. “I wonder if that’s just a coincidence.”
He headed into the first classroom he came to, where students looked about his age. The teacher looked up with a welcoming yet skeptical glance. “You’re Master Ben?”
“Yes’m.”
“You’re the…” she leaned forward. “You’re the kid who needs six extra bathroom passes?”
The entire class heard her. Someone snorted.
“Yes ma’am! That’s me! And I promise you, you do not want to be in the next stall,” Ben declared, grinning.
The whole class laughed.
This wasn’t necessarily true; he only needed the passes for his animalistic urges. But the joke was just too perfect.
“Thank you for being honest with me. You may sit next to Master Duke, over there.”
“Yes ma’am!”
Ben sat down next to a dark-haired boy, and without anyone looking, he propped open the top of his desk with a pencil. The crack was just large enough for a small creature to slip its paw into. He leaned back and tapped Duke on the shoulder. “I’m new. Has everyone already had breakfast?”
“Everything is a mountain”
@everyone
Now that we’re on the next day, are they back to classes? A while ago I had volunteered to add an English teacher since nobody could remember who it was. Assuming nobody has remembered, I can introduce one whenever we need to do that class, just tag me.
🏰 Fantasy Writer
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🎭 Character RPer
📚 Appreciator of BooksChase
Someone tapped his shoulder, pulling him out of his little bubble. Chase flinched nd moved away, a little to violently, for his pencil ran through the face of one of his wolves, Sheak.
“I’m new. Has everyone already had breakfast?”
At this point, being touched was enough, but being asked a question that he had to answer even more made Chase ponder shifting into a wolf and bounding out the window. Free. But he couldn’t, and he wouldn’t. Mrs. Marshall would be too disappointed with him.
“y-yes, I-I tin, thin, think.” Chase sighed, and erased the mark over Sheak’s face. Now he’d have to draw it all over again.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)When Chase shifts, his clothes more fold up inside of him. Later, when he masters the art of shifting, he just creates his own clothes over his skin.
And to any who want to know, Chase is actually not bad at drawing, especially animals.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)GUYZZZZ! JUST HAD A LIGHTBULB MOMENT!!!!!! What if, Chase writes? I have very few charries who do, and Chase I feel like, would write stories about his creatures. Wow, who knew i could figure out so much about him just by entering him in an rp?
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)The classes are way looser now, so you can use the teacher whenever.
Yeah, I figured Chase shifted like that. I just thought it would be funny to have a character who realistically shifts, and always has to deal with putting his clothes back on XD We’ll see how he manages! And yeah, Chase could write, if you feel like that’s something he would enjoy. Depends on his personality.
Ben
“Oops, hehe.” Ben leaned over into the boy’s space and studied the messed-up wolf drawing. “I’ve messed up art tons of times. Not my art. My brother draws comics. He’s even drawn me, and that’s hard, cuz I can’t sit still!”
“Everything is a mountain”
At heart, Chase is always having adventures with his animal friends, and I find the many children who have been through a hard period of their life start wring for at least a sprint. I doubt he’d publish, but he’d write short stories at least
Chase
I can believe that.
Chase took another sheet of paper, looked at the child for a split second with black eyes, and began drawing a basic head shape.
Slowly, he roughly shaped the features, only looking at his model for a few seconds at a time. In the end, it resembled the boy, but was no splitting image. He drew a circle of small wolf sillouttes, and put C.D. at the bottom.
With that, he went back to his wolves.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)I bet he’ll draw Marcel in all his glory next XD
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)He could draw the whole yearbook XP
Ben
Ben pointed at the drawing. “That’s me, isn’t it? You squinted at me real weird, and that’s what told me.”
The boy gave him a long, depressed stare. Then nodded.
“Score!” Ben bounced his knees – not just as a celebration, but because he was already itching to transform into one of those wolves. But the teacher would kick him out. “My brother doesn’t draw me like that, though. He uses markers, and a whole bunch of a special secret ingredient… wait for it… patience. Once he drew me upside down on a clothes line, drinking a glass of water. If you need an anatomy reference, I’m your man. Can I call you C.D.?”
The boy shrugged.
“That’s a yes. That is definitely a yes.”
“Everything is a mountain”
@rae I’m here!!
Riker
“Junior. They call me lordling Nahim Nayhelm Jr. No, I don’t need help finding my class; I’m nineteen, by my people’s reckoning. I just checked on my little sister. She’s an exchange student.” Jr moved his hand away from his knife. He followed Riker’s gaze. “Don’t worry about the knives, I didn’t mean to kill you or anything. I have a long-standing habit and…and uh…I kinda feel undressed without them.”
Riker slowly nodded, adjusting his backpack once more. “I-I guess I understand. I-I have a younger sister too. Here, do you know what class you have first? I can lead you there.”
#BeardedSteveRogersIsSuperior
my brain. 🤦🏻♀️ I didn’t see that Jr said he didn’t need help getting to class. forgive meh.
my brain already did school and studied the driver’s manual some and decided it had enough😂
#BeardedSteveRogersIsSuperior
Everton
“Woah, what the— Oh…” Ev pushed a hand through his hair and looked at the boy he had run into. “Tony right?”
Sorry it’s so short. I wasn’t sure if Tony would just give a simple answer or not. 🙃
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
@people Hi. I’m back for now
Ellie
“Ed, wake up! We’re going to be late!”
A bagel flew through the air, bounced off of Eddie’s forehead, and landed on the pillow beside her. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and rolled over.
“I grabbed you some breakfast.” Ellie balanced on one foot next to her sister’s bed, tugging on a red, velcro strap tennis shoe. She stomped her foot on the ground, wiggling a bit to get the shoe the rest of the way on. Then she dashed across the room to grab her book bag.
Eddie rose from her nest of blankets in slow motion. She had the nibbled bagel in her hand and a halo of frizzy hair around her head. She drifted over to her suitcase.
“Hmmm. Where’s… my hairbrush?”
Ellie finished getting ready and waited anxiously by the door. Their roommates had left already.
“Hey, look what I found!” Eddie trotted over, still in her pajamas, but no longer looking like she had recently risen from the grave. In her hands was a tiny blue box.
“My earplugs! I’ve really been needing these. What were they doing in your bag?”
Ellie took the box from Ed, brushing off bagel crumbs, and fixed her with a confused stare. Ed shrugged. Ellie took a breath.
“Thanks for finding them, anyway. Are you almost ready to go?”
“Nah. I’m gonna be way late. You can just go without me.”
Ellie flicked her tail and wrinkled her nose in annoyance. This was not how she had envisioned her morning going. She stared out the dorm window for a few moments and then huffed.
“Alright. I’ll see you in like an hour?”
“Yep.”
They both waved goodbye.
Ellie recoiled at the sudden noise as she left the dorm. The hallways were busy with footsteps and voices. She steadied herself and wrinkled her nose a second time in annoyance. She took the earplugs out of the little blue box and put them in. She pressed the button on the right earplug once.
The world came into silent focus. It was strange how too much noise could blur her other senses. Now it was like she had just put on a new pair of glasses. She gave a small smile and wove her way confidently through the halls towards her first class.
(Sorry it’s so long. I was having fun.)
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
I was going to include more of a description for the earplugs in the rp, but this is just easier. They aren’t just normal foam earplugs. Instead, they’re a lot like bluetooth earbuds, except their main purpose is to block sound, not play music. Ellie can change the settings by pressing the button on the right one. People might possibly mistake them for that or hearing aids, maybe?
Uhhhh seems like pictures aren’t working so I guess I’ll show you later
Eddie saved up some money and bought them for her. They help Ellie a ton with not getting overwhelmed, so maybe now she can make some friends. :]
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
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