`♔ fairytaled | official roleplay thread `♔


Location: Pond


Samantha skipped a stone across the pond. “Well, aside from the obvious immortality thing. I can transform myself into both a bat and a wolf, I can fit through inhumanly tight spaces, I have a degree of enhanced strength, I don’t cast a reflection or have a shadow, so that’s good for stealth but also bad for self-care, and lastly I can see in the dark.” She shrugged, “I suppose you could, not like I could really stop you.” She thought for a moment before reminiscing, “My favorite nights of the year are the equinoxes. When night and day are equal in length, I could run through the forest or fly above the trees for hours and just do whatever I wanted.”

@Ouijaloveletters ~ Dieter

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Dieter nodded as the girl explained her powers. “Honestly, those are the abilities I’d thought you’d have. It’s cool you can actually shapeshift.” Dieter said, smiling. He smiled more when she allowed him to come with her. “That sounds amazing.” He said, referring to her equinox story.
@Bluecookies - Samantha

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Isaiah Westergaard

| Home || Eudora |

All he could do was shake his head. What could he say, Isaiah was an ass. And he wasn’t in love with the guy he was sitting next to either. He merely turned his head and paid attention to the girl next to him. She didn’t answer, simply grimaced. “I guess that means that it could have been better? Do you not like your roommate or something?” His tone remained calm, much like his expression. To his surprise, she even asked a question. “My morning has been… well besides ruining some pans with burnt scrambled eggs it’s been rather delightful.” Isaiah was happy to be making some progress, perhaps all this girl needed was a little push.

@ethereal - Eudora


Alya Cheshire

| The place where all the slippery snakes go || Jara |

She snapped her fingers in a finger gun-like way, “Thank you.” There was a smirk on her face, one might even call it a Cheshire grin. It was her response to being called a benefit, she could name at least a few people who didn’t see her that way. “Oh, yeah… the Bertrum effect. I must’ve forgotten about it. Slipped away in the vast amount of Villain knowledge I have.” Alya nodded as she continued on with her obvious lie.

She laughed as Jara explained her reasons. “You have an entire notebook for one individual book?” Alya could barely manage to have a page of notes for a book, let alone an entirely separate book. “You know what, go for it.” She held her arms out and was prepared to accept the ball of paper. Right before she closed her eyes, she winked, disappearing in a flash and sidestepping.

Jara said her preferences and Alya was left feeling left out. “I’ve never been on either. Wonderland isn’t exactly known for its oceans. Well, there is one, but it’s dangerous. Really just a way to trick tourists,” she rubbed the back of her neck. She had grown up with plenty of other things, however. Like talking caterpillars, that was cool.

@Cadborosa - Alya

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Tristan Westergaard

| Kingdom || Ass LaBouf |

Ace rephrased what he had said, and Tristan being a moron completely bought it, laughing along. “Nice one, bro. Ain’t that always how it goes, though. They just act tough and then pretend like they did nothing wrong.” Ace returned the compliment that Tristan had given him, even though Tristan viewed it less as a compliment and more of an observation. Maybe it was just Tristan, but Ace seemed jealous? Tristan let out a low whistle as Ace asked what she was like. “She’s f*cking hot, if that’s what you’re asking. Silver hair, blue eyes, long legs. I mean… she’s a little bit hard to get but we basically have two dates set up and it’s only been a day. Not to brag, or anything. But hey, it’s not like a fine fella like you doesn’t already have plans for tonight.” Tristan lightly punched his shoulder as he did, in fact, fully mean to brag.

You know, as much as Tristan hated his brother, something didn’t sit right with Ace mentioning his mother. As much as I’d love to say that Tristan punched him then and there, he merely clenched a fist, letting very little show on his face. In all honesty, Tristan had no idea what his brother’s s*x life was like. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he liked girls, but whatever. He laughed along at Ace’s joke and continued with a witty comment, “S’not like we’ll have to try or anything.”

@ethereal : )


Mary "Mare" Darling

| Sora || Hallway |

Mare nodded, they could see a brother. Sure, it’s not nearly as juicy, but you gotta have siblings. They did have like… 18 uncles or something. Family was familiar to them. Sora giggled and it brought a smile to Mare’s face. “Brother huh… does he have your wings? Or are you special?” They raised an eyebrow with genuine curiosity in their eyes. “Wait. Hold up. Forget everything. Kid. You can fly? What the hell are you doing here? Why are you fidgeting? I’m sorry, are there people here with wings here that I just coincidentally can’t see? You can actually fly. How large is your wingspan? It would have to be huge, right? I mean an eagle is like 5 feet or something and that’s for a bird, not a human.” Mare started to geek out a bit, raising their hand a few feet above his wings as they asked, “Can I touch them?”

Mare sighed. They had a feeling it wouldn’t have really worked. They had never even had anxiety before. It was no surprise that they had no idea what they were doing. “Well, I tried. Sometimes that’s all you can do.” Mare listened to him as Sora continued, but spoke as soon as they were done. “That’s the thing, kid, you don’t have to worry about things. It’s irrational and useless. Like fear, it’s fleeting. Eventually, it’ll be gone and you’ll be left wondering why you spent so many years of your life not living to the fullest. Standing up for yourself, relaxing, ditching.” Mare nodded at hearing where he was going, “Ah, a smart one I see. I’m headed to the same place.”

@bpalmer - Sora


Aodghan MacCool

| Hallway || Rory |

Aodghan tilted his head, “Red riding hood? Never heard of them. Are they Irish?” Aodghan grinned in excitement about hearing about the forest, “That’s so cool. I just live near an ocean or something, I dunno, it’s useless. Forest’s are cooler, I was never allowed in them.” He supposed it was because his father had died from a boar attack. Which made sense, but still. He wasn’t his father, just because he acted like him… and looked like him… and was super strong like him… Okay, maybe they shared some similarities. Rory placed his hand on Aodghan’s shoulder, asking if he was okay. “Yep, I’m fine man. Fit as a fiddle. Why?”

@bpalmer - Rory


Pin Quan Kieu

| Advanced Chemistry || Thuc |

Pin’s anger only grew. In comparison to the composed boy in front of them, Pin looked like a flaming ball of emotions. They were conflicted, to say the least. Here there was this boy in front of them, insulting their mother, their name, basically all they stood for. Pin wanted to run. His flight instinct catching up with him, but they also wanted to stay. Even if Hien raised them for most of their childhood, it wasn’t their mother’s fault. “Those are strong words coming from a man who moments ago was speaking of their own mother as though she were a saint when anyone with eyes can tell that she is far from that.” The boy was mad. Maybe as mad as Pin. Did it matter? Maybe.

Pin growled. That’s right, downright growled. They were even surprised to hear their body speak without their permission. And Pin didn’t hate it. Adrenaline coursed through Pin’s veins as they lifted their chin. “Thuy Kieu is my mother, you miserable swine. I used to think that you were the luckier twin, but I was very obviously wrong. I was raised by a general. And you? You were raised by an adulterer and a liar.” Pin growled his response, keeping their voice low. Maybe Pin had revealed too much, yet it didn’t matter. It was obvious that this boy had no intention of being brothers, let alone being friendly, so why even care.

@Acorn06 - Thuc

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Brooks first name
Brooks could tell just by the tone of voice of the girl she was feeling ignored and they took a deep breath handing her the notebook that they had been writing music notes in only moments earlier. “Can you read sheet music?” Brooks asked her. The notebook was special and had the music staff instead of normal notebook lines. “If you can read sheet music at least you wouldn’t be a burden at all to teach fingering for guitar and strumming aren’t that hard if you can look at the sheet music and at least know what the note is.” Brooks admitted as they turned toward her a little. “I guess I could play something but not right now ok…later.” Brooks was nervous they didn’t have anything to play besides hot cross buns that wasn’t something personal. That wasn’t a part of them… and well that wasn’t stuff that really needed to be shares. Brooks didn’t want to elaborate that they skipped class because of an absolute break down so they kept quiet about that. “Thanks I can just take a picture of your notes and your hand writing is pretty not too bad to read at all honestly.” Brooks gave her a little smile. “Thanks for the notes though Alicia.”
@Skyler2

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“Is your name Vic?”, Amelia asked. Then continued to babble, “Why do you speak in third person? Or are you talking about someone else. My governess loves english, and I think she’d like to talk to you. She always gets very interested in people who talk in third person.” Amelia paused for a breath. “Also, you walk funny. Are your legs sore? Mine always get sore after a lot of walking, but it doesn’t look like that’s what’s wrong with yours. Ooooo, are you a robot?”
Vic kept walking the whole time the person, Amelia, talked. It was only when she stopped talking that Vic stopped and turned to face her; turning like a gear in an engine. “Yes, my name is Vic,” Vic replied in that same monotone drawl, not knowing any other way to talk. “The third person is a narrative technique in which the story is related by a omniscient narrator. It is formal, not personal, but Vic is me. I shall be personal with me.” Although they knew the English language and any piece of litierture throughout history, they hadn’t socialised with anyone aside from their other creator. So experience with informalities hadn’t happened and neither had her casual use of contractions. “A Governess, you have. You are a person who is very wealthy? I am human just like you are, I walk and talk like a human because I am a human.” They had been told they were to act as hum as they could, to tell no one the truth, else they would fear them and chase them away.

@Acorn06 - Amelia Bjorgman

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He giggled as Kellan observed the black and gold ballet flats tied around his ankles. They explained that in the rush to sneak out, ‘sacrifices had to be made’. Kellan gasped sadly-he liked the ballet flats-original and quite fashionable with Katsu’s uniform. Katsu pouted-obviously upset they’d had to leave behind their collection of heels. “Aww, girl! You’re still serving though.” Kellan pointed out, trying to cheer them up. It really was a pity heels had to be sacrificed over anything else-and that Katsu’s parents were so uptight in the first place. “Don’t you worry, we’ll replenish your stash in no time.” Kellan assured them, already planning the first of many trips to the mall. “Also, Callie-I’ve told you about her before-has like five times the amount of heels I have-so you’re golden.” He said this cheerfully-though he was still a bit sour with the situation. “Oh my gosh, same.” Kellan said, wide-eyed. He patted the back of Katsu’s head-he could tell they were drowsy. “Aww…” He pouted-“Are you sure you don’t want to ditch or something? You need your beauty sleep!!” If Katsu wanted to ditch, Kellan would be happy to ditch with them, or cover for them.

Katsu giggled again at Kellan’s obvious excitement-they really were the best. And they never made Kellan feel bad about being happy about something or for being too…himself, really. “I know, but like, does he like you back?” Katsu asked, trying to bring some reality to the dreamy Kellan. “Kellan, is he not straight, like are you sure he isn’t straight?” This was a very reasonable question to ask-a lot of the time, guys Kellan was into ended up being straight, leaving him crushed, running to Katsu and bawling about how he’d never meet his true love, have a million-dollar wedding, and many children. Of course, he bounced back but… yeah it made sense. “Yesss I made sure of that,” Kellan said, both slyly and eagerly. “He told me he was gay after seeing my insta bio.” He tossed his head proudly. “I…I think he likes me? But I don’t knoww…” Kellan drawled, slumping his shoulders. “Maybe he’s just…very touchy. And blushy.” That was always a possibility-some guys were like that.

“Aww, you know my moms would welcome you at any time!!” Kellan exclaimed sympathetically. He wished Katsu had called him-but then again, he understood why they hadn’t. Running away from home took some guts-he was so happy Katsu had finally gotten away from those people. His eyes boggled-yeah, Kellan’s sleep schedule was screwed-but it wasn’t that screwed. He frowned as Katsu revealed their next class-Villain History and Skills-a class he ‘wouldn’t want to be near’. “Of course I’ll walk you!” Kellan exclaimed, looping his arm through Katsu’s merrily. “Villains have the best outfits after all!” He declared with a wink. He beamed at Katsu-they really were a sweetheart. “Ugggg, exactly.” Kellan drawled as Katsu read his mind. “Yeah-booooringgggggg.” He giggled-“Oh, they will.” He smirked happily. Who wouldn’t like Katsu was a much better question than ‘would his friends like them’? “Yes!” All Kellan could do was squeal loudly with excitement at this. “OMG, he’s the best!!! The only guy for me.” Kellan said, firmly and cheerfully, blushing at the thought about Rory. “Yes!! You both have special places in my heart.” Kellan said with a dramatic flourish. “YESSSS SEPTUMS.” He groaned-they were so hot. “I won’t.” He said dreamily as he looked at Rory’s picture in as not-creepy way as he could. “I just…hope he likes me.” He added, a bit quietly.

orp ✦ @bpalmer wowo long post

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I let out a sigh while I allow her to check my pulse in my neck as well. She then asked about my parent. "The person who createdme is called Olaf Grafhart. He was an mage who tried to take over the realm of Rafelijn but failed. He was banished, and outcast and as revenge made me"I explain.

“I was created from different types of magic, to become a mage that beats out the rest. But when he gave life to me, his magic went out of control. I was awaken from magic and chaos, unstable and filled with everything he wanted me to be; a killing machine” I said with anger and sadness. “And then he decides to die, right after he had corrupted me except for the small part that you are talking to now” I said.
@Skyler2

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ORP: I have internet access again! Guess what it’s replying time … for a bout half an hour because lunch but yeah
Also the reminiscent part would be written in cursive

As the hands of the clock came nearear and nearer to the time for the class to end, my mind drifted off to something that happened earlier today when I acidentally hurt somebody badly and needed to leave her at the nurse’s office. I knew I had to leave for class because I wasn’t the one harmed, but I felt guilty for having to leave so I promised myself I would check up on her later today and this promise made me reminisce about the accident itself.

I was walking towards my locker today determined to make my time in here different. My hair apparently smelled of apples or it says so on the bottle, but it smelled like no apple I’ve ever encountered. I stood right in front of my locker and noticed how it looks a bit rusty, but I didn’t let that bother me for I knew I was strong enough to open it if it were hard to open. I was wrong to think the locker would be hard to open. It was as smooth as if somebody buttered it up beforehand, however, when I looked at the rust before, I built up the door as very hard to open in my head and when I opened it with force … I couldn’t stop the locker with my hands becuase it was too fast, but this girl stopped it with his face. I was so shocked by this my jaw literally dropped and after a few second of holding a shocked face, I came to the girls aid, putting tissues up her now bleeding nose and apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to open it so hard. Are you okay? Do you need to see the nurse?”

@anon93806337

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Basic Mathematics Class


“Usually? You do some of the time then?”
“I do apologise, I didn’t mean to pry.”
Jara tilted her head. She then shook her head and chuckled a little. “It isn’t loneliness to the point of sorrow. I’d describe the most common feeling of loneliness as nostalgia, for me at least. I guess I do have a bit of loneliness in my goal. But, it’s worth it in my eyes. Also, you don’t have to apologize for being curious about me. Curiosity is what makes studying so fun after all!” Jara smiled. She found it peculiarly that one would have to apologise for a question in an environment of learning, perhaps, that’s something she’ll need to learn about herself.

“Perhaps we can get in some more practice together, put aside some baking time?”
She was surprised at the suggestion, but she wouldn’t pass up an opportunity of learning. “That sounds intriguing. Though, we’d have to set up a date and time to do so. Any ideas how we would go about that?” Jara asked. Jara slightly mimicked his actions. Though, she rested her cheek on her knuckles instead. Her eyes still glued to her book.

“Oh, my, I do apologise,” Bertram said. The tone of his voice made Jara’s head perk up from her book a little. “I suppose I thought that such a wise quote didn’t come from someone so young. I should know that I shouldn’t presume such things.”
She quickly picked up her and used it the cover her blushing face. “Pfft, I-I-I wouldn’t s-saaay that or… anything, just the truth is all,” Jara fumbled out her words, clearly flustered. Her face couldn’t help but contort into a smile after being described as wise. After all, it was her goal to be such. The compliment just gave her a fresh glimpse of hope and excitement towards her goal.

“Yes, well, I do try my best to look after any bees I see, planting all the flowers for them to polinate.” Bertram said, putting on a smile.
Jara thought for a second. Could anyone be truly that happy? Is it just common courtesy to smile? Is he smiling to hide something? Is there something funny happening behind her? Jara looked behind her for a moment, then back at Bertram.
“Thank you. I have already taken a walk around the garden. That was lovely, have you been?”
Jara didn’t know if she had. Her face had been crammed in a book since she got here. “Uh, if I have… I didn’t see much. I’ve been pretty headstrong about reviewing my notes,” Jara explained. She slowly took the book away from her mouth a little so she could continue reading it.


@CrazyCaliope ~ Bertram No Guarantees

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In all honesty, when Aesthi had spoke of the friends xe had left behind, Marc thought of xem as a child. His own ignorance was partly to blame: the few people Marc had had extensive conversations with were, so far, mostly -if not all- travellers. People who liked adventure, who sought a change. Naturally, they weren’t the kind to wallow about missing home. Marc himself wasn’t all that familiar with the feeling: if his attachment to Rold Skov was a lot more nuanced than César’s, saying that there was anyone to miss there would be a bit of a stretch.

And then there was the fact that a good amount of sympathy for the so-called Freya tugged at his heart. Now, her feelings, he could understand more than well. “It might be worth taking a look at the bigger picture,” he replied. If Freya was so keen on reconnecting with Aesthi, it could have been that she cared. And if that were true, Marc couldn’t imagine that she would have sacrificed xys happiness without a reason. Unless there was something Aesthi had that Freya wanted, and Marc realised that he really didn’t know enough about the situation to pursue his argumentation -at least not without becoming the perfect illustration to Shakespeare’s definition of a fool. His smile remained, although the colour in his cheeks faded a little.

“It takes a good deal of maturity to accept the consequences of events we’d rather forget,” he said instead, following xys will to change the subject, before chiming: “just for that, you’re quite brilliant.” There was no telling whether or not he truly meant it, although all evidence seemed to show that he did. After all, Aesthi had answered his teasing merely by asking his name -and Marc appreciated wit. “Nice to meet you,” he lilted. “I’m Marc Erlion.” He paused for a moment, before adding, with unprecedented warmth: “Where is your family from, then?”

@Acorn06

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Cecelia’s day wasn’t turning out so well.
For one, she didn’t even want to go to the academy. She had enough money to live a life on her own without schooling, but her mother insisted she had to go, even though it felt like she didn’t really belong there. She had planned to wear her fanciest, most expensive shoes, trying to be the icon of the school to get rid of the feeling of being the odd one out, but ended up with mud on her feet when she had stepped in a large puddle which had seemed to appear from thin air. She had to run inside. However, it’s hard to run in heels- and Cecelia nearly broke her ankle. By then, her foot was in agony, so she went to the bathroom to wipe off the mud and put a cold paper towel against her ankle. By then she shoes were ruined. No matter how hard she scrubbed, a certain part of the mud on the front of the shoe- where everyone could see- would just NOT come off. She tried everything, but it was all in vain, as the stain seemed permanent.
She was regretting not going with her first option of putting plastic baggies on her feet lo protect from mud. Why didn’t she go with that idea? Cecelia felt dumb. Now she had to walk around with a big stain on her shoes that screamed *’I am irresponsible,’
Accepting the fact that she her shoes would not revert to its original shiny state, she tried to put her shoes back on, but it wouldn’t fit anymore. Just her luck, she had actually twisted her angle and it was now swelling up. She had to put on her high kneed socks (which had mud on them) and walk to her first class like that.
Cecilia limped across the halls to her first class, shoving her mud-stained shoes into a plastic baggie. This was not a good first day look. She tried her best to look confident, keeping her chin up a little. Maybe this day want so bad. She just needed to get though the day, and it would be all fine.
That’s what she thought, until she felt the whoosh of wind on her face, and before she could react, a locker door slammed onto her face, straight onto the most noticeable part of her face, her nose. She felt her face vibrate from how hard it hit her face, a sharp jost of pain, wind then a warm tricking sensation coming from her nose.
Cecelia angrily wiped her nose and held it shut with her thumb and forefinger. “Watch where you swing dat locker door!” Her voice came out nasally due to her nose which she was sure was broken.
She took the tissues the girl offered her as she frantically apologized. “Id’z fine, id’z fine,” she assured her, holding a tissue to her nose. To her it wasn’t fine, but she was too tired to say so. ‘I’ll just go to the nurse. Danks.”
She tried her best to smile at the girl before limping to the nurse’s office. When she got there and told the nurse what happened, she sat there wallowing in her own misery. Unlike what she was aiming for, she wasn’t the icon of the school; she was some girl who managed to get 2 injuries in less than a day. And now she was going to miss her first period and possibly the second one. She sighed as the nurse bought her an ice pack to put on her ankle. “Danks,”

@LunaticLeviTheSecond

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Location: Pond


Samantha rolled her eyes, “If you thought those were the abilities I would have, why did you ask?” She shrugged, “It is, but the equinox only happens twice a year so not as often as I would like.” She skipped another stone across the pond. “It is cool, I enjoy the feeling of the wind rushing around me and the moonlight is pretty against the trees and water.”

@Ouijaloveletters ~Dieter

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Mathematics seemed to crawl by-the class was incredibly boring and Ivan had no idea what the teacher was even talking about. The fact that he spent more time looking at Aidene than the board probably played some role in that-but even then, it was like Ms. Rossum was speaking gibberish. The only time he seemed interested in anything the sharp woman was saying was when a poster floated onto his desk-one talking about a Back-to-School formal. Will I still be here, then? Even so, he gave a suggestive smile to Aidene. It could be seen as a tease , even if he did ask her, it should be at least a bit special, no? When the teacher assigned them extra work because of two misbehaving students, Ivan rolled his eyes, but he didn’t even care. He wasn’t going to do it either way. When the bell finally rang, Ivan left quickly, ducking, his identity hidden by the black brim of his baseball cap. Of course, he made sure Aidene was following behind him.

Literature-though easier-was just as boring, and though chatting with Aidene was fun, the warning glances from the teacher were kinda killing the mood. So as they once again piled into the cluttered hallways, Ivan leaned against the lockers. “Not to say I’m not having a good time or anything,” Ivan started, “But these classes are definitely the most boring experience I’ve had so far.” His next class was Chemythstry-another class he wouldn’t excel at and had no care for. Looking to the side for a moment, then his eyes flicking back to hers-“So what do you say we ditch and go do something we’ll both enjoy?” He bit his bottom lip as he awaited her answer.

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The area of which a buncha sneaky slippery scoundrels gather to learn how to be even more slippery


“Thank you.”
The girl’s smile was oddly wide. “Say, is something wrong? Your face seems to be contorted in an unnatural fashion,” Jara pointed out. She also mimicked the finger gun snapping motion, wondering why Alya did it.
“Oh, yeah… the Bertrum effect. I must’ve forgotten about it. Slipped away in the vast amount of Villain knowledge I have.”
Jara thought for a moment. She tilted her head and looked up at Alya. “Well, that’s odd. I wouldn’t call it villain knowledge. It can just be used to trick people,” Jara explained, “Where did you hear it called villain knowledge?” She was confused by Alya’s odd behaviour. She didn’t want to judge harshly in case she was just using different sources.

“You have an entire notebook for one individual book?”
“You know what, go for it.”
Jara watched as the girl disappeared. “Though, I’d love to guess where you are. I don’t think class is the most appropriate place for that. And no, it’s just twenty pages of notes for that one book. It’s specifically for my dark psychology notes,” Jara explained. She figured having Alya around to challenge her mind was a good thing. She also had cute hair.

“I’ve never been on either. Wonderland isn’t exactly known for its oceans. Well, there is one, but it’s dangerous. Really just a way to trick tourists,”
Jara grinned and looked Alya in her eyes. “How dangerous? Fun dangerous? Could we survive if we sailed through it?” Jara questioned. The dangerous ocean sounded interesting and like a fun test of strength and wits. “Also, is there something wrong with your neck? Do you need help with it? Does it itch?”


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Sora
Sora really was wondering how his brother was doing today since they really hadn’t seen each other which wasn’t exactly normal. “Do you have siblings?” Sora asked Mare when he saw them thinking. Family… well Peregrin was really important to them even though they very much had their differences. “My brother is a shape shifter between a falcon and a human.” Sora nodded as he thought about it so I guess you could say im special." Sora shrugged not really agreeing with the word special but not knowing what other words to use after Mare provided ‘special’. “Well Kind of fly my wing was broken at one point so its kind of hard if conditions aren’t almost perfect.” Sora admitted as they fidgeted a bit. “Im anxious ok Mare that’s why and I saw a person with wings in my last class actually they are crane apparently.” Sora said still thinking as he listened to all of Mare’s questions even though they made him feel a little over whelmed. My wingspan is pretty wide I don’t know it off the top of my head its past my arms and Im 6’4’’ so longer than that." Sora admitted as he thought what his wingspan was. “My bones are hollow though so they do break rather easy compared to normal human bones and Im a lot lighter than I would be as a normal human.” Sora replied trying to take a few deep breaths to keep calm. “Not the left one please don’t touch the left one but the right you can very gently though and don’t pull the feathers please.” Sora was a little apprehensive but they trusted Mare and hoped that it would be as relaxing and calming as when Peregrin would brush his wings for him.

Sora smiled at Mare even though her anti anxiety idea had been big flop. Sora was slowly warming up to Mare and at this point it was much less Mare making him anxious and more so the sheer number of people in the hall. “Well thanks for trying even though it didn’t work.” Sora nodded and took yet another deep breath. “Its not like I have control over it Mare I know most of my worries are completely irrational but I can’t stop my brain from freaking out over them anyway.” Sora tried to explain anxiety to them but wasn’t sure that it would make sense. “Well then maybe lets leave the crowed hall and head to a class with less people.”


Rory finalized name plat
“Yeah she brought treats to her grandmother in the forest and a wolf tried to trick her and eat her. Thats the just of my mom’s story.” Rory shrugged but was honestly surprised that Aodghan had never heard of his mother because nearly every one had in some capacity. “I don’t believe my mother is Irish I guess I could be wrong but I don’t think so.” Rory actually didn’t know and now felt very tempted to call his mother and ask just out of curiosity. “I like the forest a lot but Ive always wanted to see the ocean. Maybe I can take you to see the forest sometime and you can show me the ocean.” Roy was more so thinking out loud than making real plans. Rory heard him say he was fit as a fiddle and Rory sighed a little. “I meant like emotionally Aodghan but if you don’t want to talk about it I get that.”
@Skyler2

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Finally it was time. The bell rang and I could visit the girl I just acidentally harmed to do something … at the very lest to apologize again and offer to help her in the upcoming weeks. I know how to deal with injuries and what I can and can’t do with each of them, but women who haven’t trained like I have can’t deal with it. They can deal with pain, they are women, we have experienced enough pain to know how to deal with it, and I have no doubt if I sent an untrained woman into a fight she can still fight and stand with some amount of pain. However, I knew that being able to hold pain in and being able to fight when wounded are very different, because when dealing with an injury it’s not just the pain you’re dealing with but the fact you’re loosing a lot of blood and a lot of energy trying to even stand up. What this girl was dealing with wasn’t the worst pain so I knew it wouldn’t be long before she knew how to deal with it, but this wasn’t just regular cramps, this was real injuries and if she dismesses the pain and tries to walk or limp carelessly now it might cause more problems.
As I walked up to the nurse’s office I kept telling myself how all of those injuries were my fault. I broke her nose with a forceful blow to the head, and while she was falling it was my fault she twisted her ankle. It looked already swolen as I picked her up to apologize the first time.
I sighed and entered the room with a bag of food for her knowing she probably hasn’t had anything to eat yet as she seemed to be in a hurry and now that’s she lying in the nurses office she would probably like to have eaten something.
As I opened the door and let the smell of cleanliness and sterilization hit me, the nurse looked at me knowingly. With a bowed head I entered the room where she was I looked at her, unable to find the right words thinking she’s probably tired of me saying I’m sorry. I’m sorry won’t unbreak her nose and ankle.
My god I’m such a mess. Even on my first day I have to bring embarrasement to myself. Maybe my parents were right to ghost me even if they did love me.

@anon93806337 - Your writing is so good.

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Class had gone better than Caspian had thought it would-that did not mean they would describe it as ‘good’, but perhaps not ‘awful’ either. The intimidating boy they’d met at the start of class turned out to…not want to crush them? Though some of the things Syrus had told them were terrifying…they had enjoyed their conversation with him and even started to tear up as they left the Mathematics classroom-now they’d be in a class where they wouldn’t know anyone-they might not meet someone nice like Syrus in Literature. But the last tear fell when they realized that they were both walking in the same direction-they had the same second period class-Literature. And so, again, they stuck together. Though Caspian was wary as ever, they were starting to warm up to Syrus, even just a bit, not sitting quite so far away from him in their seat as before. They answered his questions diligently once again-in the same fashion as earlier-mostly mumbles.

When Syrus announced he was hungry, taking a turn for the Castleteria, Caspian followed diligently-they weren’t really hungry, but they didn’t want to separate from Syrus. The hallways were crowded, which made Caspian a bit tense-all these people… They had to pinch the back of Syrus’s stark white uniform, grasping onto it as lightly as they could so they wouldn’t be torn apart. Caspian always felt awkward standing in lines. They stood right behind Syrus, almost hidden from view. They didn’t bother looking at the menu-since they weren’t going to get anything. Until she heard a voice. They could not see who the voice belonged to-but it was a friendly voice. “I’m Ailbhe. How about you?” And then Syrus’s-“You’re very white.” Caspian’s eyes widened slightly as they cringed a bit. They would never point out something like that. He continued to speak to the girl, asking her questions now. Caspian stood awkwardly swaying from side-to-side. They were put on the spot, however, when he drifted to the side, putting them in Ailbhe’s view. “And this is…” He didn’t know Caspian’s name? They cringed yet again when they hadn’t even given their name, or asked for his. “Caspian.” they barely met Ailbhe’s light eyes. She did have very pale skin like Syrus had said, as well as light hair. She was very pretty.

orp : @crazycaliope [OMG IM DEAD-they have not introduced themselves?! I could’ve sworn-] + @acorn06 [sorry i took so long, guys!!!]

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Unfortunately, the boy did notice Li-Jun’s staring. At least he did not make any comments as he walked closer to Li-Jun, a polite and welcoming smile on his handsome face. He waved, “Hey, you in Villain History and Skills, too?” His tone was just as polite as his grin. Li-Jun felt a small smile creep onto his lips as he said, “Yep, that’s me!” His voice still held a bit of an awkward tone as he showed the boy all of his teeth. He was glad to meet someone else in the class-it meant they wouldn’t judge him for taking a Villain’s class.

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Peckerhead did not remove her head from her arms, despite Cara’s cheerful tone, which only made Cara’s smile waver further. Something seemed off with her. “Hi.” Was the only response, muffled as well. “I know it does. It’s the first dress I’ve ever worn too.” Her head slowly lifted from her arms as she said this-giving Cara a clearer view of her pretty face. “The first time?!” Cara exclaimed-surprised at this, her brown eyes meeting Peckerhead’s. She’d been wearing dresses since she was…born. “Cara! You were looking for me?” Though she looked a bit happier to see Cara, there was hurt in her eyes as well. Cara winced slightly-she had not seen Peckerhead all day, and since she was new, it was probably a lot to navigate by herself. “Of course! I’m sorry I didn’t find you earlier,” Cara said worriedly, also smiling at the girl.

orp ◆◇ @crazycaliope [ack sorry this feels so bland-will do betta next time]

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