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*Digs around* Headmaster Howell!
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@whalekeeper Thanks! I for some reason could not find that info in my own digging.
I have most of a roleplay written, but I have a strong (and probably stupid) urge to add another character I have who is actually a prince in his own story, and remove Dante and possibly Jack.
Idk we’ll see how I feel in the morning I guess. Sorry I’m being so slow.
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LoisThe clock turned to five, and some of the students cheered as a tall man stepped up to the podium at the front of the room. He smiled pleasantly and held up a hand to silence them.
“Please, everyone, take a seat. I know you all are very hungry and tired from your travels here, so I will try to make this quick. I am Headmaster Howell, and I am very happy to welcome you all here today.”
As the speaker went on, Lois found a seat next to the boy he had met by the carriage, and across from a boy with small horns poking out from his blond hair. It was a bit strange being around so many different kinds of people.
The welcome speech finished up, and doors opened up on either side of the room, letting in servants who carried plates of food. The room began to fill with excited chatter and the sounds of silverware tapping against plates.
“Hello again,” Lois said to Moth while adding a dinner roll to his own plate. “Were you able to find your room?”
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Moth
It was Lois. Now without his metal man, and focused on the bountiful food spread, the boy gave Moth a friendly glance. His dark, curly hair framed a pair of glasses, and his eyes had the hollowed look of someone with a lot on their mind.
“I did. And you found yours?” Moth asked.
Lois nodded.
Moth nodded too. He had the package from his trip under his shoulder, and he shifted it to the other shoulder as he tried to think of what to say. “Is it alright if we become friends by circumstance?”
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Lois
“I’d like that,” he said, with a slight smile in his eyes. He could use some friends, and he liked Moth, even if he was a bit strange.
Lois looked down at his plate after filling it, and suddenly realized he wasn’t hungry. The food stayed untouched. He glanced back at his friend.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what is that package you have with you?
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Moth
Relief flooded through Moth. It was a silly thing, maybe, but a friend meant a lot. So many other people had given him strange looks. He almost clasped Lois’ hand.
But Lois was busy with the feast already. At least the direct approach was the way to go after all. The boy seemed like a nice fellow and he probably knew more about this school and these people.
Lois spoke; he had asked a question. Moth unwrapped the package. “It’s a cheese wheel. And – some flatbread, too. I’ve had one too many enchanted meals in strangers’ homes. So I’m a little particular about what I eat on the first day somewhere.”
The two folds of his cape unsheathed into wings so he could sit comfortably. He pressed his hand against his mouth, whispering ward orisons over the meal.
The feast smelled lovely, and a vision of heaped cakes and drizzled honey swam behind his closed eyes. But he would feast the next day. It was worth the wait.
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Lois
Lois’ stomach felt like the size of a single grape as he looked at the feast. He picked up his fork, paused, then set it down again. The food looked and smelled wonderful, but that didn’t change anything.
“Enchanted?” he asked Moth. “What do you mean by that?”
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I’m going to jump in with Flax! Also I’m skipping the usual making your way into the castle to where all the characters are, we’ll just figure he’s a late comer and already found his room ect.
Flax
Flax settles into his chair uneasily.
Why did I sit here again??
Strange smells of all kinds of food wafts across the table. Flax kneads his hands together in his lap, squirming in his seat from all the overwhelming sounds. Silverware clanks and feet shuffle in the surrounding room.
“Is it alright if we become friends by circumstance?”
“I’d like that,”
Flax grips the edge of his chair tighter, listening in on the conversation happening across from him.
They make it look so easy.
I should say something…
“Um-“ Flax’s voice dies in the crowded room before he pauses in dismay.
The rather strange looking boy in front of him; covered in some kind of fur with a scaled coat; unravels a package containing a round unusual smelling food.
Flax’s brows press together as he watches the two in front of him make conversation, the furred one cutting slices off the round food he brought with him.
“What’s that thing?” Flax interrupts, leaning a bit across the table before immediately realizing his mistake. He plops back into his chair, assuming a more elegant posture.
Oops.
Yes Flax just asked a question that was just answered, he wasn’t listening they can be annoyed if you want lol
Also guys we have a wheel of cheese apparently, this seems like a prime opportunity for it to roll away and cause a commotion. Like we could have a runaway cheese chase. I’m kidding lol.
"Past or future... let them be."
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Hey Min!! Good to have you and Flax!
Moth
Moth looked up. He flicked his antenna, still hidden under his flaxen curls.
The boy across from them fell back, restraining himself from saying anything else, and averted his shy, pale eyes.
“It’s cheese.” Moth carved out a large chunk of it with a spoon. He broke it into pieces on a napkin. “To eat under someone’s roof means something. Hospitality is protection and protection means someone is at ease, and that is gold. Spin the gold into thread, turn it around and around, forget its meaning, and you have a hunter’s web.”
He got off his chair, setting the food and napkin neatly on the table. Without hesitation, he slid under the table and crawled to the other side, where he stood up again next to the new boy’s chair.
“Hello,” he said. “I am the Moth Prince. What’s your name?”
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Also guys we have a wheel of cheese apparently, this seems like a prime opportunity for it to roll away and cause a commotion. Like we could have a runaway cheese chase. I’m kidding lol.
I will not deny that crossed my mind. The ridiculousness of my own character’s possessions is not lost on me. If there is a food fight, we will be well armed. ?
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@mineralizedwritings Aw, Flax is so awkward I love him <3
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Who else is here?
Flax twitches his eyebrow, watching as the boy across from him carves out a chunk of the strange food with his fork. His mouth hangs slightly open in disbelief, but he says nothing. Sliding under the table to cross the floor, the moth-boy pops up next to him.
“Hello, I am the Moth Prince. What’s your name?”
“Why you–” Flax stutters, looking the boy up and down. A bit of grey dust; apparently picked up from the floor under the table; coats the edges of his fur.
“Prince–?” Flax stammers. “Well you’re no Prince with behavior like that!”
“Wha-What did you come here for if you’re not even going to make an effort?”
Flax lowers his voice; remembering the manners he had just been going on about. “I’m Flax.”
What if–
Is it– perhaps it’s normal for his kind to crawl on the ground??
Flax’s ears flush bright red.
How presumptuous of me!! This isn’t any ordinary school, perhaps in his kingdom this was the kindest gesture of curtesy!
“Oh– well I–”
I should just stop.
Flax laughs to himself awkwardly.
"Past or future... let them be."
hehe thanks < 3
If there is a food fight, we will be well armed. ?
Lol we sure will be
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Oh, Flax XD
Moth
Moth furrowed his brow, the slightest smile tugging at his mouth. “I see you know more about being a prince than I do. Perhaps you’ll change your tune in single combat.”
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Who else is here?
Keilah makes the occasional appearance, but otherwise it’s just us!
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