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@godlyfantasy12 @keilah-h @esther-c @euodia-vision @whalekeeper @sarafini
That’s fine Godly, but Bucky will still be fuming š
POOR PAX ššššš
Wolfgang
“Paxton! Paxton!? Pax!!!” Wolfgang screamed, falling to his knees beside Paxton, tears already coursing down his cheeks. “Paxton, I’m here, I’m here!!! Are you okay!? What’s wrong!?” He tried to reach for him, but Paxton pulled away, recoiling from Wolfgang’s touch.
This was so scary.
“Paxton!?” Lukas yelled.
“I’m so scared!” Wolfgang screamed, unsure of what happened…if Paxton was okay.
Gentle arms slowly wrapped around Wolfgang. He almost pulled away, but slowly realized it was Reuben, pulling him into a soft embrace. “It’s okay Wolfie…it’s okay…shh…come on, don’t cry., it will be okay.”
“What’s wrong with Paxton!?” Wolfgang cried, as more footsteps sounded, one of them likely Aramis’.
But suddenly, Wolfgang knew what was wrong, and he pulled out of Reuben’s embrace, stood, and faced Aramis with clenched fists. “YOU HURT HIM, DIDN’T YOU!?” He screamed, loud enough for the entire dining hall to hear, even above the noises of chatter, food, and laughter.
(uh oh…š¬)
Riker
“Uhm…yeah…I don’t know if you two would know the song…” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
Leo sat down on one of the beds beside his things. Smiled. “Try us.”
“I know you won’t know it.”
“Does it have lyrics?”
“Yeah, but-”
“So, what was it?”
Riker let out a deep breath. “It’s…one I wrote…”
Natasha
Gangs? Well, she wasn’t entirely new to that kind of thing. “Yeah…they sound like a hassle.” She rolled her eyes, but then she heard a young boy yell.
She turned around in her seat.
Aadelheide raised an eyebrow, squinting her eyes, looking over there. “Hey…wait, is that Wolfgang!?”
@freedomwriter76 Iāll reply to November and themās since itās just us but Iāll let everyone else react to the other before I RP as Aramis or Pax or anyone else.
November
āY-You wrote it?ā November asked, leaning forward on his bed, gazing at the guitar and then Riker. āIā¦definitely wouldnāt be able to do thatā¦I canāt even play an instrument, much less write a songā¦ā He laughed, pulling at a curl as he blushed.
Leo smiled, āPlay it for us! Come on!ā He bumped the boyās arm, sitting next to him on the bed. āWhy so shy all of a sudden?ā He raised his brows suggestively. āIs it aā¦love song?ā Leo smirked (I could totally see ur guys being teasers freedom XD)
November blushedĀ forĀ Riker at that.
(My boy is so sweet and innocent XD. This roommate thing is gonna be a ton of fun. All the mischief the groups will get into š¤¦š»āāļø)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebYou said you wanted your charrie with mine? Just making sure before I introduce my boys.
Yes ma’am! If that’s fine with you! š I’ll try to introduce my charries later on today.
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
@freedomwriter76
The Dogchild
We saw it all
Through a cloudy bottle
And nowĀ
We surrender ourselves
To light’s little feet.
(I plan to intro the Dogchild with tiny poems before each of his chapters š )
…
The Dogchild hurried into the school and through the hallways.He had left most of the bags in the car, and stashed the keys in his pocket. Hopefully the others would find him and follow him back to get their things. If they dained to listened to their faithful chauffeur, that is.
But, within this slim time frame, the Dogchild was to settle in his own room. He had one chestnut-colored leather suitcase, which would have to do.
He came to the door, and paused.
Gently, cautiously, he opened the door a crack, and leaned in, his ears barely squeezing through.
Gently.
“…Is anyone there?”
Got it. So this might sound strange, but Thorn will see both of them as normal human beings. Sheās blind to anything fantastical, except her friend the Dogchild (and can only sense the fantastical elements, knowing theyāre there, but unable to see them). Itās a unique disability in her world.
Sheās going to try to hide it, btw.
Thorn
Omega and Betaā¦
Thorn laughed, whipping her curls out of her face. āI get plenty of practice! I collect hats, believe it or not.ā
She could hear Omegaās words – and she could grasp their basic physical traits – but whenever she tried to really focus on their faces, particularly Betaās, everything went fuzzy.
This was going to be harder than she had thought.
The brother-sister duo from before – Kirby and Andrea – had been fair enough warning. Their entire appearance had been almost impossible to figure out. Just vague colors and facial expressions. But she hadnāt expected to see many other fantastical beings. And she especially hadnāt guessed both her roommates would look like this.
For a split second, she let genuine disappointment sting her eyes.
How was she supposed to make friends?
She couldnāt even make eye contact with them. What if they thought she didnāt care?
Oh, starsā¦
But she had to return to the moment. No use moping and crying.
She had to be there for her new roommates.
āItās nice to meet both of you! Iām so glad we could be roommates.ā Thorn gave them her brightest smile. āWhich bed is mine?ā
āEverything is a mountainā
@whalekeeper That’s kinda cool, but at the same time, poor Thorn! She’s probably going to be freaked out when Omega starts flying or something. Can Thorn feel the things she can’t see? Like what if one of them accidentally smacked her with their tail?
Omega
āI get plenty of practice! I collect hats, believe it or not.ā said Thorn.
She was eyeing them in a strange way. Especially Beta…..was she just surprised at the idea of a talking velociraptor?
Thorn looked around. āItās nice to meet both of you! Iām so glad we could be roommates. WhichĀ bed is mine?ā
“Oh, you can pick one! We haven’t really settled that yet.” Beta explained. Thorn settled down on one.
“So where do you come from?” Omega asked as she unpacked her things.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76
Iāll give everyone else a chance to respond and Iāll wait for Godly to RP as Pax or Aramis before I write another RP. š
Write what should not be forgotten. ā Isabel Allende
@euodia-vision I’m going to introduce my two now if you don’t mind! How old is your charrie, and what does he like to do?
Crosshair & Tech
“Will they like me?” Tech’s wings flicked worriedly as he set down his load of books. “They’ll call me weird. Especially when they learn more about me.”
“They’ll probably call me weird first. And you know how that’ll go down.” Crosshair flexed his claws, thinking of all of the bully dragonets he’d warded off at their old school–even without the others as backup.
“I guess.” Tech fidgeted with the end of his tail. “I wonder who our roommate will be. I hope he won’t mind being with two dragons.”
“I hope he likes listening to you yak for hours on end on something neither of us will know,” Crosshair muttered, not exactly intending it for his brother to hear.
To be honest, he wasn’t sure how long he could survive with his most talkative brother as a roommate. He would’ve rather had Hunter or Wrecker instead….but Tech was apparently who he’d gotten, and he had to stick with him.
The door opened, and their roommate stepped in. Tech stopped fidgeting. “Hello.” he said. “What’s your name?”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Thorn
Thorn plopped down on her bed, and the coils squealed welcomingly.
She zipped open her backpack, and pulled out a few knick-knacks. They were the items blessed to help her settle in. Her alarm clock. A cat skull with nine eye sockets (which she hesitantly placed on the stand next to her bed, not wanting to scare the two girls), from her first excavating job in the desert. Her faded blue baby blanket. Three photos. The first was of the entire gang on vacation, smearing each othersā faces with ice cream. The second was of her and Calvin dancing awkwardly at a party. And the third was of the Dogchild, ten years earlier, playing on the beach.
āThe countryside. Although Iām never at home. Me and my friends fly or sail all over the place for work. Itās a messy job, being an aspiring archeologist.ā
āEverything is a mountainā
I love how Omega just thinks, ‘was she just surprised at the idea of a talking velociraptor?’ XD
āEverything is a mountainā
@whalekeeper Ha, yep. I was trying to think of a way that’d work.
Beta
āThe countryside. Although Iām never at home. Me and my friends fly or sail all over the place for work. Itās a messy job, being an aspiring archaeologist.ā Thorn explained, unpacking her things.
“An archaeologist? That’s cool!” Omega told her. “I have a friend who’s in school to be one of those. What are some of your favorite things you’ve discovered?”
Beta’s interest was piqued, too. She scooted closer to Thorn so she could hear a bit better.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
To answer your question, Thorn wouldn’t feel it necessarily. But if the physics of the touch would affect her in a noticeable way, then she’ll notice it. So if you touch her with a tail, she won’t notice. But if you knock her over with your wings, she’ll definitely notice XD
Thorn
Thorn grinned. “Oh, we find a lot of mummies. Their bandages strips are covered in these special runes. My friend Calvin translates them, and they tell the stories of lost lovers and families. He can even hear their voices and songs. And -” she turned slightly pink, “- he put some of my very favorites on a hat, for ribbons. It’s weird birthday present, I know.”
āEverything is a mountainā
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@godlyfantasy12 aww, November! ā¤ļø
And Leo would totally tease XD He gets teased so much by his brothers bc he’s the shortest, so he’d tease others to make up for it š jk, he’d just do it bc he’s an older brother and knows how to tease š¤£
And yes, the mischief will be just…šš Especially Ev, Arthur and Tony…that group, girl…I can’t even imagine right now what kind of trouble they’ll get into! šš¤£
Riker
Heat rushed to his cheeks. “Uhm…uh…no, no! It’s not a love song…not for a girlfriend or anything like that at least…I just…the song is for…for…”
He let out a deep breath. Not many people even knew he wrote, sang, and performed songs.
But maybe it was time to start letting more people into his life.
“It’s…a song I wrote for…my Mom.”
@freedomwriter76 @esther-c @keilah-h @euodia-vision @sarafini @whalekeeper and anyone else in missing
AWWW RIKER!! This is gonna bring some emotions for November tho, or at least questions.
November
Novemberās blush faded, his head tilting, like a child, innocence shining in his baby blues.
He nearly blurted out a question that wouldāveā¦probably made his two friends think himā¦wellā¦
Crazyā¦
Butā¦
November has always wondered what a mother would be like. Seeing as heā¦ahā¦didnāt know his.
Orā¦not that he could remember.
Things were fuzzy when he tried to think of a time before his parents divorcedā¦and he could never quite grab hold of the memories that flitted by.
His father wasnāt much help eitherā¦as he didnāt talk about her, and November had stopped asking after a few years, seeing as it was useless anyway.
Andā¦it always made him feelā¦
Guilty?
Was it somehow his fault his parents had broken up?
He wasnāt sure how or why it could beā¦butā¦
He seemed to have a talent for messing things upā¦
āTh-Thatāsā¦ahā¦niceā¦ā his voice whispered, a light pink rising to his cheeks. āDoā¦do you wanna sing it? You donāt have to! B-Butā¦ummā¦ā He tugged on his curls.
Aramis
Aramis stared at the boy in front of him. The lad was practically fuming, face red as he screamed at him, turning all attention to the middle of the dining hall. He was barely held back by his brother, arms locked in his forearms. He struggled, even though the shrimp had no chance against Aramis.
Aramis snarled, glaring at him and those around him. He glanced at his own brother, who was curled into a ball in the floor, crying.
Pitiful.
āWhat me and my family do is none of your business,Ā kid,āĀ He spat.
The boy, Wolfgang, let out an angry scream at that, kicking out angrily.
āWolfgang! Stop!ā His brother who wa a holding him cried, taking a fist from his own brother to the face. But Wolfgang was too angry to realize heād hit his brother.
Others were standing from their seats now, those who were under Aramis and Edrich and those who wereā¦
Troublesomeā¦
Aramis glanced over his shoulder, spotting more of Wolfgangās brotherās and family angrily making their way over, along with some others. But they were soon blocked by some others in Edrichās gang.
Aramis turned back to Wolfgang and the other with him. āYou got a lot of spunk. Iām guessing your the one who threw those mashed potatoes at me, huh?ā
āI-It was an accident!ā A different boy cried, one near Paxton. He had dark hair, and was near the same age.
The kid Aramis had taken the book from earlier that day. Aramis glared at him.
āDid I ask you?ā The boy went quiet. Aramis looked down at his brother, who was still clutching his head, folded in on himself.
āThese your roommates?ā
He didnāt answer. Aramisā fists clenched.
āHey!Ā Flit, I asked you a question.ā
Nothing.
Aramis growled. He knew this had been a bad idea. His wings splayed, hands twitching.
They were losing control.
Control of this schoolā¦
Control of the studentsā¦
But worst of allā¦
Control of the Flit.
āGet. Up.āĀ He growled. Paxton continued to heave, oblivious to the world around him. āI said, GET UP,ā he reached for him, only for a hand to grab his shoulder. He spun around, preparing to punch his attacker in the nose, only to findā¦
Edrich.
His face was cold as ice, eyes narrowed. He slowly shook his head and then looked at Paxton. His eyes flashed, and then he looked at the boys around them. He turned back to Aramis.
āNot now. Not here.ā
Aramis clenched his fists, nails biting skin. āBut-!ā
āNot. Here. Not yet.ā Edrich leaned in, speaking in his brotherās ear, āWeāll deal with him later.ā
Aramis stared at the floor, fury rushing through him, but, angrily, he backed off, pushing Edrich aside. He splayed his wings, pushing anyone away who dared try and block him.
Edrich turned to the boys at the table, eyes narrowing on Wolfgang and Reuben.
āYou keep to your own business and weāll keep to ours, hm?ā Edrich then turned, finding one of Wolfgangās other brothers in the crowd and called out, āYou take care of your brother, weāll take care of ours. Deal?ā
With that, he glanced once more at Paxton, and then turned to walk away, knowing now wasnāt the time to step in.
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@godlyfantasy12 ugh, Aramis š¬š
And ikr? Riker’s just so sweet!!!! ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
@esther-c @keilah-h @whalekeeper @euodia-vision @sarafiniDietrich
āYou take care of your brother, weāll take care of ours. Deal?ā Edrich called out.
Joshua let out a deep breath and nodded. “…Yeah…we will.”
Edrich nodded in approval and stalked off, his goons finally getting out of the way.
They hurried over to Wolfgang and Reuben, although Adolphus did practically shove one of the bullies aside to get through, earning him a glare from the boy he had shoved.
Joshua rushed to Reuben, making sure he was okay, and Wolfgang still sobbed, still not entirely aware of what was going on around him.
Dietrich got down on one of his knees beside Wolfgang, silently pulling Wolfgang into his soft and tight embrace.
Wolfgang just sobbed into Dietrich’s shoulder. “Shhh, it’s okay Wolfgang…” Dietrich whispered.
“They’ll pay…one day…just like some other people.” Jakob muttered, vowed, even. “I wish I could just take them out. Permanently.”
“Jakob…” Alec sighed, eyes full of worry.
“Reuben, are you okay?” Joshua asked softly, inspecting the area where Wolfgang had punched Reuben.
Reuben sniffed and nodded, wiping away a few tears with paint-stained fingers. “Yeah…yeah…I’m okay…what do we do about Paxton?”
Dietrich glanced over at Paxton, who was still curled into a ball.
Guilt squeezed his chest.
He’d been like Aramis and Edrich…he’d hurt his brothers…as much as Paxton was hurt.
“He needs someone that can help him.” Adolphus replied quietly.
“Like Arabella.” Joshua said softly.
Riker
Riker smiled at November. “Uh…sure, I can sing it.”
November seemed really nervous…but Riker knew that some topics just weren’t…easy.
Riker put his guitar strap over his shoulder and quickly tuned his electric guitar.
He grabbed his phone and opened up the note that had the song.
And without even a moment to pause, he began to play, the notes, the words, the song itself flowing out of him, full of passion…love…gratitude.
A song about his mother’s embrace…his mother’s love…his mother’s gentleness…his mother’s compassion that knew no bounds.
And he sang and played with all he had.
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