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Rory
“Special?” Rory looked back at Leo, an expression of bitter surprise on his face. “Who says we’re special?” He shook his head, his throat tightening. “Only those who can get there way to the top of the government chain are ‘special’ and even then they can become unspecial pretty quick.” His voice was strained. “There’s nothing special about me, Leo. Don’t you get it? I’m a weapon! even if I was a favorite I’m just a favorite weapon. And when I act up, they kill me. Special” he laughed harshly. “And saving us from hell? He might have done that for you, but I’ve lived hell my whole life, Leo. I’ve never had a sister or the freedom to move from one place to another, or a tiny little brother top fight for. All i had was orders to be blindly obeyed, or terrible consequences when I failed.”
He swallowed hard and looked toward the door. He hefted Quincy into a better position and wiped the last of the tears from his eyes.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Ooh boyyyy…XD
Leo
Broken in a thousand ways. Leo saw the pain. He knew the pain. His heart ached.
“You weren’t born a weapon, Rory. You were made into one. Even if you were separated at birth for training and destruction, you were born a living soul. That’s what makes you sacred. Not who you are, or what you’ve done, or what’s been done to you.” He caught the boy’s shuttered gaze and held it. Beyond the closed off hardness was a broken, shattered, kid. Tears welled up his throat, forcing him to whisper. “You don’t have to believe me, but it’s true. You’re a living soul, and that makes you sacred to God, special to me.”
Quincy had picked up on the tension. He wrapped his little arms around Rory’s neck and buried his face in his shoulder. Leo smiled a little.
“I haven’t had an easy life either. Maybe…maybe it wasn’t like your’s, but it wasn’t unlike either. I wasn’t born a munitions engineer, or an international fugitive, and my sister certainly wasn’t born a global terror.” He glanced over at Silvia slumped against a pew. Asleep.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkI know. I’m really liking where this is going tho.
Rory
Rory sniffed, looking at the ground. He could feel Quincy’s arms around him, and he hugged the boy tighter to his chest, nearly suffocating him. He laid a hand over Quincy’s head as if to shield him from something unseen.”I… I’m sorry Leo. I didn’t mean to lose it like that,” he whispered.
Before Leo could reply, Rory took two steps toward Silvia. “We can’t stay here. the Agents will come soon.” But it was more then that. The peace in this place brought an unbearable longing to Rory, and he couldn’t stand the pain.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
I can tell. XD (it is getting pretty good, isn’t it?)
Leo
His smile widened into a grin.
“Any time, kid. I don’t mind.”
Rory looked back at him, a little baffled. Leo just .
“We do need to get home. Although, I think if that creep was going to find us, we’d be got by now. They’re not quite everywhere.” He grinned, then let it fade into a sigh. Silvia looked so utterly exhausted. It would be a shame to wake her, but there really wasn’t any help for it.
He slipped behind her pew and set a hand on her shoulder. Nudged her. “Come on, Sis. It’s about time to get home.”
She grumbled and blinked up at him. Blinked again. Then gave a sigh that turned into a yawn. She groaned. “These pews are hard.”
“Yep. Come on, let’s find the back door.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkOh just wait, this is going to be spinning circles in Rory’s head now.
Rory
Rory let out a breath of relief and followed Leo toward the back door. Leo opened it and checked both ways before slipping outside, Silvia beside him. Rory paused and turned one lingering look back on the church. Then, he turned and hurried after Leo and the others. Quincy, wearing of Rory’s death grip, began to wriggle, and Rory loosened his hold, patting the boy’s head a little awkwardly. “Sorry about that,” he whispered.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
@esther-c @rae @ellette-giselle
OMCCCC
I’m so sorryyyy I totally forgot about this!
Ahhh
Ruth, you can totally RP first!!
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333Maybe I’ll send Barnes in your direction, since she’s a good tracker and has a soft spot for teens in trouble.
@loopylin
…I’ve been avoiding Seb for a while now. You know how sometimes you canonically change a character, but you don’t like to change them in an ongoing roleplay because it would be too confusing? It’s the same thing with his abilities. They’ve been different for 6 plus months, so I’ve avoided putting him in fights.#ProtectAdolinKholin
@koshka @ellette-giselle Okay, here’s one singular reinforcement.
Barnes
Barnes slipped past a colorful window, the rose and gold glass casting a soft glow along the side of her head.
The four students had exited the church, and were traveling at a slower pace. The leading teenager had kept the pace up brilliantly, and it was challenging at times to follow him.
The little one is tiring… Barnes gritted her teeth.
She would help them in a heartbeat. But from the looks of things, these kids had been running all day, and for some unknown reason, their attackers kept reappearing. So by laying low, and following close behind, Barnes hoped to find out who was at fault.
She paused to take off her coat, and tied it around her waist, tucking a blond hair strand out of her face. A little longer now.
#ProtectAdolinKholin
No worries! This week got really busy and I got sick halfway through, so I probably wouldn’t have been able to RP very soon afterwards anyway. Where should we start Lukas and Livia? I have no idea what day it is in relation to the dance (which has been planned for like forever now…it’s craaazzzyyyy 😂)
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
You still wanting to RP?
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Oops. Once again the amazingly brilliant Koshka forgets to complete and submit her RP. XD
Leo
The street was quiet, making him glanced at passing windows to watch their reflection.
Still no agents.
But his shoulders itched with the feeling of something just beyond perception. Irritating. He shoved his hands in his pockets.
Maybe he should slip his helmet on, but that would require slowing down to pull the thing from his backpack. No time for that. He gritted his teeth and tried to hurry their pace.
Silvia was tiring. Her braids swished with every step, air hissing in and out with each gasp. How long had she been running today?
Leo’s brow scrunched. Five minutes rest in a church pew couldn’t be enough. Had to be. Good Lord.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkRory
Rory hefted Quincey higher and wiped sweat from his forehead with his shoulder. Quincey was getting heavy, but there was no way Rory was about to tell Leo that. She merging in him desperately clung to the boy, the one person he had ever met who was weaker and more vulnerable than he was. He had never had to protect something, and it gave Rory a whole new meaning. Quincy was going to sleep, his sweaty hair sticking to the side of Rory’s cheek and his breath running along Rory’s neck.
Rory shifted again, his arms burning. “Leo, how much farther. I think Quincy’s going to sleep.”Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Leo
He looked back over at Rory, a smile twitching his lips. The strain of carrying Quincy was obviously getting to him, but Leo hesitated to take back the small boy. Rory looked more like…himself with that small head tucked against his neck. More alive and real.
What had he asked?
“Ah. Not far, no.” But not close. His eyes darted around the street. Five more blocks and a short walk through a park would bring them to the apartment complex.
He sighed and wrapped an arm around Silvia, taking her weight to half carry her. She was too young to be doing this. Any of this. He angled for a bus stop just up the street.
“We can stop for a breather there. Maybe catch a lorry.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkRory
Rory followed Leo to where bench sat under an awning. They sat down, Quincy still tightly snuggled in Rory’s arms. He was asleep. His mouth was up against Rory’s collar and the fabric was wet.
Silvia looked like she was almost asleep, her shoulders drooping and her hands limp in her lap. Rory let his head and shoulders fall back and closed his eyes.
A few moments later, a bus arrived. Rory stiffened and eyed it. He had ridden in those when he was in Academy. However, this one didn’t look the same, and he could see various people within.
Leo stood up and motioned for the others to follow. Rory took a deep breath and stood up. He– surprisingly– trusted Leo enough to walk blindly into an unknown situation. Rory had never trusted anyone before. Not like that.
The three boarded the bus and moved toward the back as the vehicle drove away from the stop. Leo sat down on a bench running the length of the back and Rory joined him while Silvia slumped between the two young men. Quincy stirred in his sleep and muttered something before relaxing again.
Rory let his eyes move over the bus, and they landed on a child sitting with her mother just one bench in front of them. The child was reading a book, and when Rory caught sight of a page, he lost his breath. He had read many books before, but nothing like this. Each page of this book was blazing with bright smooth colors depicting beautiful scenery. There was a house in a field with flowers, and a girl in a dress. Rory glanced at Silvia, the girl in the book wore her hair the same way. He looked back at the book. The words were big a few, but too far away to read. Rory leaned closer, letting his eyes move over every inch of the pictures. He had never seen anything like this.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
The bus travel system has already been used before in this universe, so that’s cool. I guess it’s the main transportation.
Now I’m really confused; where are they going?? 🤣 Are you planning for them to actually leave the school permanently, return, get attacked?
#ProtectAdolinKholin
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