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*Blinks up from floor*
Woah… Are ceilings textured?
Leo
He froze, one hand on the doorknob. A choked “Dear God” gasped out.
His wrist vibrated. The Button.
The next moment he had ripped open the backpack and was clipping on armor in a blur of green and black. First the gorget, then breastplate and backplate, helmet, belt, and gauntlets. That would have to do for now.
Leo looked up at Rory through his open visor. The boy looked a bit stunned. No wonder.
“They found Quincy. He’s activated his shield, but we’re not clear yet.” Leo threw him a loaded belt. “Use those green balls on anything that gets in our way. Now come on. Let’s go get ourselves some Agents.”
Leo’s visor sealed shut as they sprinted from the room.
Quincy
Quincy was scared. Someone had grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground, which was bad enough. But they had knives! And they were throwing them at Feather boy! Worst of all, where was Lelo?
The five year old squirmed as he tried to get his hand in his pocket. It he could only reach it everything would be fine again. The Meany holding him laughed and tightened his hold. Tears filled Quincy’s eyes.
But then Quincy found The Button. He grinned as he pushed it.
ZAP.
Quincy found himself on the floor in a blue haze. The arm around his neck was gone. Someone screamed. He turned around to see the Meany twitching on the floor a few feet away. There were strange marks on his hands and arms like he’d seen the wrong end Ms. Charlie’s marker.
Quincy hugged his knees to his chest hoping Lelo would come soon.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkI just love giving the weak, vulnerable character something shockingly powerful, while all the strong characters have to fight. XD
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkNice! This is great!!
*reads back through previous few scenes to get a recap.* Wait a minute…… did Whaley just put a wounded Marcel into my hands?! Oh this is great!!!!
Things are getting messy if Alpha wants to take a hand.
Rory
“They found Quincy. He’s activated his shield, but we’re not clear yet.” Leo threw him a loaded belt. “Use those green balls on anything that gets in our way. Now come on. Let’s go get ourselves some Agents.” Leo’s visor sealed shut as he sprinted from the room.
Rory tore after him, clipping on the belt as he ran. For a moment he struggled to fight off another panic attack. They found Quincy! They’re going to kill him! This is all my fault!
Slowly, the panic subsided, and Rory’s training kicked in. He was in soldier mode by the time they had gotten to the elevator. He was ready to kill, and all he needed was for Leo to point him to a target.
Agent 231 (Tracking Silvia)
He could hear her. She was just a few paces ahead of him. 231 smiled. It was time to take a little action. His comm made a slight sound, and 231 tilted his head to hear better. A little static, and then silence. He shrugged.
Rounding the corner, 231 spotted the girl. He quickened his pace and was at her side in a moment. Turning, he took a few steps backwards to block her path. The two faced one another. “Silvia, isn’t it?” 231 gave her his most winning smile. “Come, my dear,” he continued, adding force to his words with a tone of thinly veiled threat. “It’s time for you to come with me. Your brother and I have a lot to talk about and I think you’re presence would make the conversation so much… nicer”
(creep. *shudders at my own character*)
btw, 225 just broadcasted that he has Quincy over Leo’s comm, which means I’m guessing Silvia will hear that too?
The Agents
The kid with the wings tumbled to the ground and 225 pounced, yanking him to his feet. He was panting, sweat streaking his face, and all pretense of charm was gone. His eyes were cold and cruel and his face was twisted with anger.
The winged boy pulled back a little. “The kid’s right,” he panted. “You do smell like blown speermits.”
225 smacked him across the face as hard as he could.
Beside them, light flashed and 229 screamed.
225 whipped his head around in time to see 229 hit the floor, gasping and writhing as if trying to put out some invisible fire. Across from him, 227 was slumped against the wall. The boy, Quincy, was encircled by some sort of advanced tech shield. 225 nearly shook with rage, but he slowly channeled it into a condensed anger. He gripped the winged boy harder, causing him to wince. As soon as Leo showed up, he would force the secret of such advanced technology from him. 225 glared at Marcel. “I bet you wish you hadn’t gotten so deep. But now, it’s too late for me to let you go. You know to much.”
Spinning the boy around, he looked over at 235, who was staring with wide eyes at Quincy. “235!”
The young Agent’s head snapped up.
225 gripped the winged boy harder, driving all of his anger and frustration into his hold. “Finish him.”
235 grinned and took a step forward. Grabbing the winged boy’s shoulder, he flipped open his knife and drove it at the kid’s chest.
(dun, dun, dun! I love writing villains sometimes. Okay, someone had better get Marcel out of this. He needs his author to come and save him. lol)
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
*falls from the void*
Did you just stab Marcel?
You’re aloud to deal mortal wounds in RPs?
*departs back into the void*
A donation has been made in your name to the Human Fund: Money for People.
Oh wait he didn’t get stabbed yet. Never mind. Don’t mind the stalker.
Bye.
A donation has been made in your name to the Human Fund: Money for People.
If you stab Marcel, Chase will kill you, 235. You have sowed the seeds of another’s pain, you will reap the vengeance of the Black Wolf. He may be weak now, but that little boy holds a power he himself does not know how to wield yet.
Also, I’m split between saving Marcel or Silvia. I said he’d protect Silvia, but Marcel…and Chase can’t help him either *cries*.
But I shall do as I promised, no matter how much it hurts…231, prepare to meet the son of Grathmere!
…once I have time to write an rp…
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@ellette-giselle can I have a summary, please?
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)The closer someone gets to killing him, the more defense mechanisms are awakened. It’s okay, it’s okay, he’ll be fine. 😂
#ProtectAdolinKholin
Marcel
The knife went through Marcel’s chest. 235 smirked. “Easy.”
But the killer was a moment too slow. A rose-like pattern had already grown on the boy’s chest and ripped through his shirt. It swirled and pulsed, the petals made of delicate white pinions, as if something lived inside him and ached to burst out.
The boy’s eyes rolled, and his head fell back. Feathers churned out of his mouth.
Like a wound pushing out a splinter, his body expelled the knife back into 235’s hand. Anyone holding him captive let go, shocked.
Suddenly, Marcel knocked heads with 235 and threw him into the air. The leader of the group tried to back away, but was quickly thrown up as well. Marcel spread his wings and flew up with an inhuman shriek, grabbing both his opponents’ collars and diving out the nearest window.
He steadily flapped upward. The city horizon came into view. Sunlight streamed between buildings and flowed through the treetops, warm and clear as dew.
At the top of the school, spires lined the roof like a dragon’s spine. The two young men’s collars hooked nicely on the spikes. They kicked and swung at Marcel angrily.
The godling was completely emotionless. He hung in the air, patterns like white roses swallowing his body and face. “Next time… Stab faster…”
The feathery fractals curled into his eyes, and he dove back into the school.
#ProtectAdolinKholin
MARCEL!!!!!! I’m so happy he’s okay!
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@whalekeeper That was so cool.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
did you really just walk into this and ask for a recap??!
I think your best option is to go back and read from when Rory was introduced, page 390 something.
or….. you could read from when Rory broke. That’ll give you the best recap. Let me look at the page number…
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
k, read from the top of page 416, anything Koshka or I RPed. And then anything with Marcel. That will set the recap best. Otherwise I’m going to have to just send you all of that in one long reply, and I would rather not.
Leo is 21ish and is from a sci-fi WIP. Military training.
Rory is from a futuristic WIP. He’s a government soldier trained from childhood. He’s sixteen.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
did you really just walk into this and ask for a recap??!
Yes, he did, because I told him to. We were talking and I tried to give him a recap but I barely know what goes on anymore here, so I failed. I recommended he ask you cuz you’re on here a lot.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)XD Mars appreciates the compliments.
Hello! This is a roleplay where characters interact in a high school. They can be from many different places and most of them are from some fantasy. Right now, there’s a little fight going on. Even if you don’t want to participate in a fight, there are other characters to interact with.
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