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Barnes
A couple times, students wandered to the edge of the field. Barnes fixed them with a deliberate stare, tapping her wrist to indicate they wouldn’t be restricted forever.
Another kid ran up from the school entrance. This kid was paler than the others, with tufts of light hair glaring in the sun. He knelt on the ground, arms stretched, and the dog nearly knocked him to the ground. “Hey, Blackjack!”
One of the twins said something, and the boy responded by saying something about money. He pulled a can out of his pocket and peeled it open for the puppy. He was rewarded with more licks.
With a peal of laughter, the boy wiped off his face and scanned the lawn. His eyes passed over Barnes’ mask, unwavering, as if dismissing a mirage.
Barnes looked away. She waited for the boy to leave, before she stood up on the tree branch. The wind whistled through the leaves, and her jacket billowed out like a gentle flag on top of the hill crest.
Marcel
Marcel wandered across the lawn of the school grounds. It took a while to realize why the sun wasn’t warm. Mateo had followed him from inside. The skeleton’s cold shadow – how did he have a complete shadow? – still fell on him from behind, causing his neck feathers to recoil.
Celarent stood ahead of them a few paces. He was staring up at the school building, and his arms were crossed. He looked displeased with something.
“Ever heard of personal space?” Marcel asked Mateo.
“No, Pequeño.”
“I can find my own.” Marcel rolled his shoulders. Feathers uncurled from beneath his skin and weaved together into wings. He bounded into the wind and pushed himself into the air above. “Yes!”
The sun shone strong and cast its beams through the wind currents, like bullets shot through water. “…Woah, it’s bright out here. Celarent, you fly?”
The exhaustion is strong with this one
I’m, back!
He’s getting mischievous on me. lol.
I’m playing with accent stuff. I think he pronounces some words “wrong” in the series, as his accent is a mix of places. Although it doesn’t make sense here. Oh well. XD
Viktor
Hugo was a hero. Viktor sipped his hot cocoa and let the sugary warmth soak through his body like gratitude.
The instructor held up a piece of some mineral. It glittered in the overhead lights like a cloud of broken glass. Maybe that was why she was wearing gloves. Viktor watched in awe as a thousand specks of reflected light danced around the room.
The element that made it so pretty was named the ugliest combination of two letters possible. Viktor frowned as he scribbled it down in his notebook, along with the note that it was stable.
Which was strange. How could something so delicate withstand radioactive decay when something stolid like lead turned on everything around it in a wild spray of atoms?
Viktor blinked. The teacher was now wielding a dropper of some clear liquid.
She pointed her dropper-free hand at a model labeled HCI, Hydrochloric Acid (compound). It did something to the chemical structure of the glassy mineral. Effervescence: a funny word at first, but nice like incense.
A moment later, the room did not smell like spices, but the mineral was bubbling happily. Each column of students was assigned a different part of the demonstration to describe in one paragraph. Viktor tugged a page free from his notebook and almost knocked over the last of his cocoa.
He looked at the cup, then his page. The teacher was absorbed in a question on the other side of the room.
Another page tore out easily enough. Viktor bit his lip in concentration to write in his clearest handwriting: Thank you for tha cocoa and tha help. -Viktor.
The note flicked easily across onto the back of Hugo’s hand.
Viktor hid his grin and began his paragraph on HCI.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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Reuven&Friends
Days like this should be double pay for the teachers. Reuven watched bemused as students either passed notes or whispered behind their textbooks. The coming dance had been referenced so much in the last half hour that the teacher had begun to narrow his eyes at any whisper that sounded remotely close.
The polynomial on the board waited in dismal white lines. Dr. Helms turned back to it with a hard click on the blackboard.
“First one to graph this correctly gets a free 100% on today’s participation grade.”
Clever. Silence cut through the room as graphing paper was passed out, and reality sank back in. Reuven set to work finding the X-intercepts.
His uniform was carefully folded into his duffle so he could leave straight for muster after school. Somehow, his evening plans weren’t distracting him. He smirked.
As long as he didn’t have to use any disaster drills here, things were looking pretty good.
Liora
Exponents! Asymptotes! Lines upon lines and precept upon precept. It demanded full attention or else some jot or tittle could be lost before a girl knew it.
The girl with the golden-brown braid and lace collar used the edge of her textbook to mark out one of the imaginary lines guiding the graph. It was smooth and simple, like most of the functions Dr. Helms had thrown at them that week. Liora set her book aside with a smile.
“Sir?” She hesitated. On second thought, she didn’t need a free 100 on her participation grade.
Reuven met her gaze across the room, his eyes twinkling. Liora took a breath. Fiddled with her collar.
“Nevermind, I…”
Reuven’s eyes narrowed.
But it was too late, Dr. Helms had come over. He took one look at her graph, and a smile bloomed on his face. He picked up her page with a sigh of professional relief.
“First free 100! We’ll do two more. Just a quick check for everyone…”
He moved back to the board to draw out the graph. Collective groans and cheers sounded through the room as students compared theirs with Dr. Helms. Liora smiled. A glance over at Reuven showed his little nod of victory. He flipped to a clean page, satisfied with whatever level of accuracy he had attained.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@rae Do you want to keep role playing for Chase? I can keep having Felicity hang out with him for a bit, or if you want, I can skip to when she leaves him and goes to class.
Maybe he can join the outside class and play with the puppy?
🎵Movin’ right along🎶
Yeah, sorry.
Um, Chase would prefer puppy.
I’ll write a quick rp for him to get things moving along
He wasn’t as fearsome as she had pictured after the fight the previous night. Instead he seemed kind and gentle, more so than most other people she had met.
It’s funny to think of Chase as fearsome, he’s just so…not usually.
Chase
“I should get to class,” she said to Chase. “But I can help you figure out where yours is first if you want. There’s a bulletin board around the corner with the schedule and map pinned up on it.”
“I-I…” Chase looked at the floor, eyes dark. He didn’t want to go to class. He sighed and then was silent, not sure what he should say.
I’m sorry, that probably isn’t helpful at all. Long day.
Brussel Sprouts
#AnduthForever (💕)Guys, I felt the need to say this because of the school dance we’ve waited for, for two+ years. I am at prom right now – right now – and it’s pretty fun.
The exhaustion is strong with this one
So uh… Here’s a literal visual for the dance. XD
The exhaustion is strong with this one
AAH I gotta go. If y’all roleplay some more I’ll reply later tonight at like 3 am
The exhaustion is strong with this one
That’s so cool! Did you go with anyone?
The exhaustion is strong with this one
Same. *cries*
MARCIE! YOU MADE EGG SOUP!
That’s hilarious and fantabulously awesome. Glad to hear you’ve had a good time. =D Now you have experience for how the dance at Destina will work!
I am happily viewing it like a ball in Jane Austen.You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
nah you’re good
Felicity
“Hey, I get it. I don’t like class either. There’s just this friend I need to catch up with. Wanna just spy for a bit and see what they’re doing in your class before deciding if you want to join?”
After some hesitation, Chase nodded. The two headed off towards Foreign Relations. When they arrived and peeked through the door, they found the classroom deserted. Felicity walked into the room, looking around curiously. She paused to stare at a partially crumpled paper airplane on the floor, before nudging it with her foot.
“Guess we’re not the only ones playing hooky…?”
The sound of kids laughing and shouting outside caught their attention, and Felicity and Chase went to the window.
“Is that… your whole class?” Felicity said, “And is that the teacher in the tree? I think I’m jealous… Oh, hey, there’s my roommates.”
🎵Movin’ right along🎶
Love the pfp.
😁
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
Thanks
Chase
Chase didn’t know what to think of the chaotic sight, so he stared with blank, black eyes, face half cast in shadow by his hoodie. “Why T-teach-er in t-tree?” A single flicker of purple came to Chase’s eyes, then died again.
Brussel Sprouts
#AnduthForever (💕)@theducktator @elishavet-pidyon
Yes, it was quite fun. :p Although I slept in for a while after.
Did you go with anyone?
I went with my friends. Half of us had partners, but the other half just wanted wholesome group dancing. It was a good mix.
The exhaustion is strong with this one
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