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Sorry for the late reply; I’ve been a little mentally swamped.
Moth
Moth took a look at Ari’s hand. He put the ring on and dropped an arrow onto the bow. He studied Ari’s hand position, looking back and forth between their bows, and did his best to mimic the expert. It was probably best to be sure of what to do before he pulled the string back.
“Is this good?” he asked.
Ari checked what he was doing and nodded.
Focus. Moth hooked the string behind his thumb, pulled his arm back – which took more effort than he had subconsciously expected – and lifted the bow. As he aimed, the arrow fletching tickled his cheek, like long grass brushing against him in the midst of a field. His own weapon was so close to him that it felt as if he was bringing it up to his face to bless it.
Moth imagined this as he assessed the target. He let out a breath, easing into a steady position, and let go of the arrow.
The arrow only made it halfway to the hay bale. In the blink of an eye, it transformed. The shaft turned into a flower stem, leaves fluttering, and the arrowhead blossomed into a silvery white flower.
As other students’ arrows hit the targets, Moth’s drifted lazily to the floor.
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I’ve been a bit swamped as well, so your timing is great. XD
Ari
That was… unexpected. He lowered his bow.
“Did you intend for that to happen?”
The thing–flower?–was pretty. Ari walked over to it, heedless of other arrows as he was most safety precautions. He crouched beside the thing but didn’t pick it up. Even in his somewhat limited expirence, magic could be… temperamental.
“Could be useful, if all your enemies arrows turned to flower.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Moth
Moth blinked and shook his head to clear it. “I didn’t intend for that to happen, no.”
Maybe it was a one-time accident. He motioned for Ari to walk out of the shooting range, and after making sure it was safe, he strung another arrow and shot again.
This time, it transformed into a yellow poppy, and twirled in the air before it fell. It did not even make it as far as the first arrow.
What was going on? Was he not concentrating hard enough?
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That is a neat ability!
Hehe XD
Bryce
Bryce stared after the librarian, blinking stupidly. His eyes shifted back to boy, who had practically saved him from the loud, distractable woman. “Thanks,” he said with a quick nod. The fast gesture brought regret when a dizzy shadow played in his peripheral view. As much as Bryce needed to leave, he kept his feet planted on the ground. An abrupt flight from the library -or stumbling from a daze- would not help in keeping the friendly-prince role he was supposed to play.
"Believing in yourself will get you killed. Believe in the Giver. He is enough." - Glitch Society
Ellis
“Maybe think more violent thoughts?” Ellis offered lamely.
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
This RP has got me thinking… I’m playing with the idea that Tavar can smell diabetes, maybe even cancer and malaria, since his folk are supposed to have GREAT senses.
That’s a real thing. I know of at least one woman who was proven to be able to smell Parkinson’s disease on someone before diagnosis. It’s possible to smell differences in body odor if someone is going through something or getting sick. I’m convinced some distinct smells I notice are from metabolic changes or illness, not from normal body odor. Everyone knows what their friends and family smell like, and it’s easy to notice when something is off.
I think that’s a great ability for Tavar to have. He already seems like he’s super observant, and super senses add a fun layer to that character trait.
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Ellis….XD
Ari
“Yes.” Ari’s eyes brightened at Ellis’s suggestion. He nodded slowly. “More violent than flowers, certainly. I wonder…violence…would likely not be as pleasant for the arrows. Or whatever they hit.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
@whalekeeper Ooo, interesting. I knew animals could, but didn’t realize people could too. It makes a lot of sense, actually. Glad you think it fits!
@beth-torres Thanks! He definitely has it now, although he hasn’t entirely learned how to use it/what he smells.Now for the RP…
Still a ChaosGremlin™ on the inside.
Moth
“Violence?” Moth tilted his head. He stared at the target and squinted. “But I don’t want to hurt the hay bale. It has done nothing but grow in a field.”
He found himself scowling at the third arrow in his hand, as if it was at fault. “Everything is so eager to… It doesn’t matter. Are you saying I should imagine the bale is alive?”
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Ari
He forced himself to refocus on Moth. He doesn’t want to hurt the target. That might be part of the problem.
“I wouldn’t like to meet a living hay bale. What if you imagine the arrow is a message to the center of the target, and you need to sent it there.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Tavar
“You are welcome. Do you have another…” His brows scrunched together as he searched for the word. “Shnack? There’s a seat in this window that’s quite hidden from the librarians.”
He held out a hand in welcome, ready to catch the boy if he stumbled.
Still a ChaosGremlin™ on the inside.
I’m kinda distracted writing this so I’m hoping there’s nothing weird XD
Bryce
Bryce stared at the boy’s hand a moment, hardly catching on. He shook his hand, nodding. “Yeah, I got another one,” he shrugged. Bryce then shoved his shaking hand in his pocket. Was it that obvious? And how did this prince know?
“Well, I’ll head over there,” he said, almost questioningly, securing the stack of books under his arm. Bryce turned and scanned for the window, then headed there with an dreamy lightheadedness and thumping heart.
He located the chair and set his stack of books down. As soon as he sat down, he only wanted to fall over into a heavy sleep. “Nope,” he mumbled, taking his second Rice Krispy out of his pocket. This one made him frown, as the wrapper had a handwritten note on it.
Here’s your emergency Rice Krispy! Enjoy skyrocketing to 300 or something – Lisse
There was nothing left that gave him willpower to react to the note. Bryce tore the snack open and shoved it in his mouth.
"Believing in yourself will get you killed. Believe in the Giver. He is enough." - Glitch Society
@elishavet-pidyon @whalekeeper @koshka @beth-torres
feel free to skip my turn for both my characters. Jack is feeling introverted and Ellis has nothing to say at the moment
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
I have ordered a new pot for a miniature rose my dad gave me. Now I’m researching what kind of soil I should get. Nothing is safe. Every character of mine is in danger of obtaining a plant baby. 😂
*clears throat*
Tavar
He settled back into his chair. It was across from the hungry boy, in view of potential librarians. He pretended to be organizing his various stacks of references. Still, he kept an eye on the patient. Slowly, a little more color returned to the prince’s face. It wasn’t much, but Tavar felt his heart’s beat slow slightly. In fact, he was almost certain that both his hearts relaxed just a little. He looked up from his books.
“I am Tavar Avelorion, an apprentice to the healers here. Do you need anything else? Some water or cold meat and cheese?”
He doubted the boy had gone so long without food for them to need that recipe on rejuvenating broth.
Still a ChaosGremlin™ on the inside.
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