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I wanna jump back in, but I don’t want to write the twins… hm…
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Oh shoot Fel and Lo are still stuck on the roof
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
I kinda made the decision without telling you, Marcel wanted to see if they could get down themselves. I was waiting for you to realize. XD
“Everything is a mountain”
Marcel
You heard ’em, up you get,” Marcel sighed. He hoisted Quincy onto a cloud, which he kept tethered to a cluster of trembling feathers on his wrist, only inches away. He gave the stranger a meaningful look. “Lead on.”
“Everything is a mountain”
We can’t go too far without Koshka. if she doesn’t like this then we can just ignore these RPs. After all, Quincy is hers
The Agents
225 jumped slightly as the cloud appeared out of nowhere. After a moment he nodded to 229, who took the lead. 225 knew his companion would know the layout of the school after studying the maps. All he needed to do was keep an eye on cloud kid and Leo’s little brother.
225 dropped back slightly. “488, we’re bringing in an odd fellow with some sort of advanced tech. And I also have the boy. Be ready.” he murmured into his comm.
“10-4”
225 moved forward to catch up with the others, mentally planning death and destruction as he stared at the stranger’s back. Oh he was gonna make this kid pay.
But first off was making Leo pay.
One revenge mission at a time. 225 glanced over at the little boy on the cloud, and slowly an idea began to form. “He Quincy, do you have a way to contact Leo?”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
(AHHHHH…I accidentally refreshed before I sent it in.)
This is so awesome y’all. XD
Quincy
He was riding a cloud! A giggle escaped as he flopped onto his back. In another moment he had yanked off his shoes and was waving bare toes in the air.
“I like your cloud.”
The grown up kid was babbling about being Lelo’s best friend, which was weird. Lelo didn’t have friends, because he had Silly and Quincy. The five year old grinned. He had saved one of Ms. Charlie’s cookies for Silly. He slipped one hand into his pocket to admire its soft crumbliness.
His fingers brushed something hard and smooth clipped to the inside of his pocket. The Button. Whatever it did, Lelo had given him The Button. If he got scared, all he had to do was push it. Quincy flipped onto his stomach with a contented sigh.
One of the stranger’s voices broke into his happy dreams. “Hey, I asked if you had a way to contact Leo.”
Quincy stared at him, suddenly uncomfortable. “No. But Lelo knows everything.” He buried his face in a mound of fluff, muffling his stream of words. “He even knows when I not brushed my teeth. I don’t know how.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkLeo
He slowly turned back towards Rory with a sigh. “I’m not sure. Silvia just called in to say she’s being followed.”
Rory’s eyes widened. Leo nodded.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. I told her to cut and run, but that doesn’t mean she’s headed straight out. She’s good at what she does, but…”
Leo grimaced, smiled, and started gathering his things. “We’ve got to get Quincy clear. Here’s a jacket that should fit you, and a pair of gecko gloves should you need to climb something.”
He placed a large backpack on the table and paused, considering. Then he slung it on and looked back at Rory. “Ready? We’ll come up with a plan on the way.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@whalekeeper XD I honestly forgot they existed in this rp
Felicity
“There’s no hope. No one on the ground has noticed us. We’re going to have to start our own mini civilization up here, Lo. I could start growing crops in the dirt that’s collected in the gutters.”
Felicity and Lois lay on their backs on the roof, watching the clouds turn pink with early sunset. They were in opposite positions, heads side by side, so that Lois was upside down when Felicity looked at him. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. His usual smile.
“Oh, yeah? What will you grow?”
“Dandelions. They’re edible, you know.”
“They taste good?”
Felicity wrinkled her nose.
Lois let out a short laugh.
“Let’s call that plan b. I might have something better than dandelions.”
He held up his bottle of ink, still a little less than half way full. Fel was confused.
“I’ve been experimenting. Come on.” He hopped to his feet, then helped Felicity to hers.
He went near the edge and pulled out a pen. After dipping it in the ink, he handed the bottle to Felicity and began to trace dark lines on the back of his hand. Once he was finished, he held it up. It was a drawing of a thorny vine, branching off in several directions. As she watched, it slowly twisted and grew, pushing out new leaves and thorns.
Lois flexed his hand. Felicity flinched as black branches shot out, growing rapidly. Lois put his other hand in front of the vine, letting it wrap around his fingers. Felicity stared in amazement. She had never seen or heard of ink behaving like this, giving itself a solid three dimensional form. She felt a new kind of respect for Lois form in her.
Then, a moment later, the ink quivered and broke its form. It became like liquid and splashed back onto Lois’ hand, then returned to being two dimensional again, curled around his wrist.
“Ah, see…” Lois rubbed at his wrist self consciously. “I can only make it hold its shape for a few seconds. So we’ll have to be fast.”
I’ll do part two tomorrow. Anyone want to have a character meet them when they get back inside the building?
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
The Agents
225 was starting to feel exasperated. Inferior children are idiots! He carefully buried the anger. He would let it simmer until he had the chance to take it out on Leo and the missing soldier. Instead, he smiled at the boy, who was now flopped over with his face in the cloud.
“He even knows when I not brushed my teeth. I don’t know how,” came the muffled voice.
225 thought about this a moment. He must be tracking the kid. And if he is something more than a janitor, I bet he’s got a comm setup.
slowed a few steps and spoke just under his breath. “227, scan for another comm system.”
There was a moment’s silence, and 225 tightened one hand into a fist. This had better work.
At last, the response came. “I found it.”
“Get on it.”
There was another minute and then 227 spoke. “It’s them alright. I heard a girl’s voice say “Leo” but I got pushed back off. If I do it too many more times they’ll know I’m onto them.”
225 thought for a moment. “Alright, don’t lose it, but stay off.”
229 had turned a corner and 225 looked up to see the doors of the large room they were headed toward. The doors stood open, and one glance inside told him it was empty. Perfect.
“Leo’s just in here,” 229 said.
The small party stepped in, and 225 moved off to the side. he found 227 crouched down with a small device in his hand. The young Agent looked up and gave a quick nod in response to 225’s questioning look. “Get me on.”
227 bent over his small device and then handed it to 225.
At that moment, three Agents stepped into the room, two pulling the doors closed behind them. 225 smiled and pressed down on the button that would connect him to Leo’s comm.
The three Agents flipped open knives and rushed at Marcel while 229 and 227 sprinted forward and snatched Quincy off his cloud. 229 threw an arm around Quincy’s neck, pinning the boy in a choke-hold.
225 smiled. This was perfect. He lifted his Comm and spoke. “Leo, get up here now. I have your little brother.”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
And this is the moment when the world blows up.
Oh man, Agents.
What have you done?
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
“There’s no hope. No one on the ground has noticed us. We’re going to have to start our own mini civilization up here, Lo. I could start growing crops in the dirt that’s collected in the gutters.”
Hahahahaha, Fel is unbeatable
“Everything is a mountain”
I’ve missed these fun fight scenes ;]
Marcel
Three new people rushed forward, flashing blades. Marcel flipped backwards and vanished.
It took the knife men a few seconds to look up. Marcel hung upside down, and feathery tendrils grew from his fists and heels into the ceiling. “What did you tell your parents on career day? ‘‘I want to be a bloodthirsty killer’? That’s just… lame.”
One of them threw a knife.
“Lame with a side of lame ketchup.” Marcel shifted to the side, and the mass of delicate feathery structures shifted as well, pulsing like the chest of a bird. “What do you want with Quincy?”
“That is none of your concern,” the leader said. He indicated something to the others. They fanned out in an offensive position.
Another knife flew up, almost adding another piercing to Marcel’s ear. He rolled away, unzipped his jacket, and shook his wings before flipping back onto the floor. “Oh, I’m not concerned.”
He smacked the first opponent in the jaw. The enemy whipped back and cracked his nose against the wall.
“Woaah-ha-ha!” Marcel burst into laughter, clenching and unclenching his fist.
Beautiful.
Someone kicked him in the shoulder. Lightning pain burst through his nerves. He redirected his scream, and lunged furiously into the group, bashing them into doors and metal lockers.
Although slightly faster, the kidnappers couldn’t figure out how to direct Marcel’s raw headstrength. He caught up quickly with their movements, sneakers squeaking against the shiny floor, and knocked them away with massive wing beats. When an enemy aimed for his stomach, he grasped the blade with a feather-padded hand and threw it away. Blood ran down his arm.
Quincy was ten feet away – five –
Metal slashed Marcel’s right wing. Vibrations cracked down the arch of the wing and sent his shoulder to the side. He tumbled down.
Immediately, hands took his arms. When he stood up, he was an inch away from the lead kidnapper’s face. Sweat plastered pink hair swirls to his forehead.
“The kid’s right,” he panted. “You do smell like blown speermits.”
“Everything is a mountain”
I love this!
We need to let Koshka react tho. Ugh! Hurry koshka! We need you!!!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
*stumbles in and drops into chair*
I’ll try to get something typed up soon y’all. I know what it’s going to say but…life…
*Falls out of chair*
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork*Has a Rory worthy panic attack!* No! Koshka! Don’t die!!! We need you!!! Rory needs Leo, and you’re the only one who can move him! Please come back!!!! We all need you!!! Help her someone!!! I’m going to go get Elishavet Elroi to come and save you!!!
We are all hanging on your next move! Come back!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
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