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Alpha is talking specifically about Hypodermic needles and syringes just to make it clear.
Good to know. I was wondering about that. Like what if he needed stitches?
Also I apologize for my character’s rudeness in advance, lol
Dante
Dante’s mouth twitched as he tried to hold back a wry grin.
“Heh. I knew you’d do that.”
He didn’t look at Alpha as he talked, looking instead at a bit of dry mud that was stuck to his pants. He picked at it.
“The whole speech… and then the knife throw was the cherry on top. Wonderfully predictable. And it only took one comment.”
He stood up slowly, and began putting on his coat, smiling to himself.
“You know, I know a lot about you, Alpha. Not everything, but enough. Your past… your fears… what you care about. You’ve shown it all plainly. But… what do you actually know about me? My name? My voice? That doesn’t tell you anything.”
He grabbed a small satchel of things out from under his bed, and then went to the door.
“How does it feel, Alpha, to be so easily pushed around by an ignorant stranger with just a few words?”
Dante glanced back over his shoulder, and finally looked Alpha in the eye.
“Do you feel strong?”
And with that, he left.
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It’s surprising whenever Loops drops some sass. I feel like I need to duck for cover.
There has been no news for Silksong for today...
I guess we could have them meet up in the hall on the way to class. 🤷🏻♀️ Idek when the school dance is anymore. XDXD
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Leo
“Aye. We’re headed down. or rather…” The elevator came to a clicking stop. The door swish clicked open. “Looks like we’re down already. Come on.”
He stepped out into the dimly lit basement. Machines whirred and whined, muffling the ring of their boots against the concrete as he led the way around and through. Oil and cold iron left a faint stain on the air. The underbelly of Destina, the unseen backbone that kept the entire school running; his domain. He ran a hand along a shuddering beast of a generator, checking a few gauges and valves as they walked.
“You know, kid, it doesn’t seem to matter what planet or world you’re on, there’s always going to be these background, closed up, spaces that the pretty, outside world is built on. They have to be cleaned out on the regular or they’re gonna get dirty, twisted, broken. People are like that too, except instead of gears and pipes, we’vw got hearts with memories and dreams.”
He shoved open the break room door, flicking on the light, and turned to smile back at Rory. “Now, let’s get you settled in.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkRory
Rory trailed along behind Leo, taking in the older boy’s every motion, every glance, every word. He wanted to make sure he made no mistakes.
Mistakes were costly.
Leo pushed open a door and Rory hesitated a step before following him in.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Leo would make a great Sunday School teacher.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
ikr?!?
he makes a good teacher period.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Woah…
Dante has officially been added to Alpha’s possible threat list….
Like what if he needed stitches?
He’s usually okay with getting stitched, if it’s Nar who’s doing it. As far as anesthesia, he declines.
I might write an rp later, when I decide how to write Alpha without making it too dark
Every time you smile, a flower blooms somewhere in the world.
#AnduthForever (hopefully💕)Yep.
I’m so excited to see how this goes!
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Same room we were in back before the gray and run for Quincy, technically yesterday.
Leo
He let the door fall closed behind them and headed for the box piled wall.
“Make yourself comfortable on the couch there I’ll find that bucket somewhere.” Where had he put it? A few minutes search in the tool boxes came up with nothing. He shifted to the cabinets around the kitchenette, finally dragging a five gallon bucket out from under the sink.
“Ah, here we are. This is mostly screws and bolts, but you’ll likely find a random nail too. A couple boxes fell over a bit ago, and I just dumped everything in here. Had to go fix a pipe. You’ll need something to put these in.” He set the bucket down next to the couch and went back to the boxes for a couple empty pails.
Leo grinned as he set them down. “You do know what a screw is, right?”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkRory sat down on the couch and pulled his knees up to his chest. A moment later he slammed his boots down and sat rigidly. He needed to stop being so vulnerable.
Leo grinned as he set down a few empty pails. “You do know what a screw is, right?”
“Yes,” Rory said quickly. It was a lie— sort of. He knew screws were one of the things in the pail, and he also had the distinct feeling that a boy his age should know what a screw was.
He had no problem telling lies to keep himself safe.Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
exploring this younger Rory is so interesting!! He is who he is later on, but when he’s older things have been balanced and refined. He also has hope and he is more carting towards others. It’s just so strange to see him like this.
I want to write a book about him in this life stage.Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Leo
He frowned. Something was…off. He sat back against the edge of the table, eyebrows quirking and lips pinched.
Rory was tense. Too tense. Kinda like a rubber band pulled tight or a soldier at attention.
Oh. Leo could have smacked himself. Instead he sighed and let a small, serious smile slip into place.
“Rory, I’m not your new captain, or comanding officer. Yes, I’ve accepted you as an apprentice, but I’d rather be like an older brother, alright? Don’t know how to be anything else, really.” He dropped into a chair at the table and pulled out his tablet. It blinked of with a list of work orders and needed repairs. He scrolled through, elbow propped on the table, chin in his hand.
Then he paused, glancing back at the perplexing kid on the couch.
“I don’t care which bucket you put what in. And sorry. I should have gotten to that days ago.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork
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