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I forgot about this.😭 What’s happening?
?For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale!?
@theducktator nothing much, really. Last time you roleplayed was I think page 522 and since then there have been just a few dodgeball shenanigans and a whole lot of Dante/Rory/Leo roleplays which do not need to be read to know what’s going on. They’re just on a side quest. After dodgeball, there’s lunch and then I think classes end early and people start getting ready for the dance.
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I’m looking forward to meeting her!
Reúven is not wanting any attention, so that could be suspicious to her. He also usually carries a “pocket knife” that’s beyond the allowed length. She could also see him in uniform and think he’s some hired guard, or otherwise think he’d be great to interview. Then when he refuses an interview, maybe she’d get suspicious? IDK. Several options. He will be donning his uniform this afternoon, since he has muster the time of the dance. (But it is cancelled, leaving him with nothing to do lol. That’s been my plan at least.)
If she knew she had put someone in danger, would she try to make it right? His family is just outside of needing witnesses protection. Or would she feel his presence is another threat to other kids? Would either of those be avenues you’d want to explore? It could be something that starts simple, but escalates like most stuff does in this RP. XD
I think he’s just made contact with some old family friend. He would die before he hurt his family, but he has a much lower self-preservation instinct. If an operation could possibly help, he’s going to look into it. I don’t exactly know how he would be important to a real spy ring, but I’m thinking he acts the role of a drop box, a layer of insulation between field teams and higher up.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I actually forgot about the dance. Lol.
Like Loopy said, not much has changed.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I actually forgot about the dance. Lol.
honestly, that’s probably the best way to enjoy this rp at the moment XD
Also, I will try to have something written sometime this week, but I suddenly got hit with a bunch of adult responsibilities all at once recently so it might be a bit, sorry.
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Lol ok.
Sounds good! I can understand that and sympathize. XD I’ll try to get in some POVs from Reúven so it’ll be ready when you are able. It’ll be fun.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I guess Reúven is in the Dodgeball game… Hmm.
Reúven
Eibuavkin! His ball smacked soundly into an opposite teammate. Reúven ducked back from the line before someone could fire back. One of his own teammates passed him another ball. Reúven turned the thing in his hands, testing the give of the rubber while he picked out a target. This ball had a little more air than the last one. It probably hadn’t been thrown as much.
He threw. The ball shot out toward a tall guy who showed a dangerous amount of experience in this game. Reúven winced as the ball missed by inches.
It happened to everyone. Unfortunately, the guy had seen who threw at him and was spinning to aim at Reúven. The duel was on.
A ball hurtled overhead. Another one pegged the girl to Reúven’s left. A pitty, since Sofia was one of their best players. Reúven ducked back to make sure she was fine before taking out her opposite number. That was a satisfying shot.
Someone handed him another ball.
This game was fun.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
In continuation because this is fun for me at least. XD
Reúven
Yes, this game was fun.
For some reason, that phrase echoed through his head as he lay on his back, staring at the tangle of arms and legs that had plowed into him. Two younger kids had tried to dodge into the same space. Unfortunately, it had been Reúven’s space. He was going to be sore tomorrow.
“Are you ok?” A high school student had appeared and was attempting to aid the disentangling. Reúven pushed himself to a sitting position and began sliding back, out of the mess.
“I think we’re fine.” He tried not to wince as one of the kids vaulted off him, kneeing him soundly in the gut. Good thing he didn’t loose his lunch easily. He scooted himself further back, away from the off balanced middle schoolers.
Something wummped into his shoulder. He noted the distinct round shape as it bounded away like a rubber manifestation of evil irony.
“Ope, you’re out.” The high schooler waved waved a hand awkwardly in his direction. Reúven rolled his eyes.
“You sure? I thought that was a pay raise.” He stood, then thinking better of it, glanced back. “Thanks for the help. Keep the fight, ok? Let’s see them beat.”
The kid’s frozen smile warmed back up and he nodded. “Sure!”
Reúven turned and got himself out of there before the PE Master could blow his whistle on him. He joined his fallen teammates on the benches to watch.
This was a fun game.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@elishavet-pidyon I finally have time to roleplay now since I have to wait two hours for my car to be fixed.
Wren Tallow
Perched at the top of the bleachers carefully watching the whole room with a notepad in hand, sat a young lady. She wore the school uniform shirt with brown pants and a loose knitted sweater. Her wavy brown hair was cut too short to tuck behind her ears, so she was periodically swiping at it or tilting her head to keep it out of her face.
She examined her notes, flipping through several pages, then decided it was time for some interviews. She crawled down the bleachers to join the kids who had been knocked out of the game. While most of the students had sour looks on their faces from getting out, one young man looked like he was in a fairly good mood. She made a beeline towards him, not bothering to apologize as she stepped on a few people’s toes. In a business like manner, she sat down next to him and placed her notepad on her lap.
“Hello. I’m working on something for the school newspaper. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”
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Yay!
Reúven
He had no idea who this lady was. She looked like a student, and near his class year at that. She had to be new.
But if she was new, how did she get on the school newspaper committee?
He looked back to the game as if he was distracted by something over there. Her face blurred in the corner of his vision. She blinked.
Did he mind? Most kids wouldn’t. A sigh slipped out and he turned back to her.
“It depends. Will I remain anonymous? I really can’t go on record for anything.”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Wren
This last comment got an eyebrow raise from Wren, but she pretended not to be bothered.
“Yes, of course. I won’t even ask your name.”
She uncapped her pen, and flipped to a fresh page in her notebook. She thought for a moment how much easier it would be if she had brought Veronica with her to record, but her helper also tended to get distracted by background noise, and might have ended up recording the gameplay of the dodgeball match instead. This was likely for the best.
Wren shifted in her spot and cleared her throat. “Alright, to start off, how long have you been here at Destina Tasin?”
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Sorry it’s so short.
Reúven
“Um…” He paused to calculate. “Three years.”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I didn’t set you up for much else
Wren
She scribbled this down.
“And in that time, have there been any accidents or emergencies on school campus that you witnessed or were a part of?”
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True enough.
Oh this is interesting.
Reúven
Now that was a harder question. He scrunched his eyebrows together as he worked it out.
“Yeah. Accidents happen. I guess any school is going to have those. It’s gotten much better, though, under the current administration. The bully gang was broken up, so most accidents are, well, accidents.”
That was what he told himself at least.
“The problem with accidents is that they’re unpredictable. You can try to prevent them, but you can’t know what will-”
A ball flew overhead. Reúven and half the kids on the bleachers ducked instinctively. It hit the upper benches hard enough to rattle the whole structure. Definitely not a safe shot.
“-happen. Case in point.” Reúven grinned at the newspaper girl. He could see a retriever player wheeling away from the game in pursuit of the rubber meteor.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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