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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 31, 2017 19:26:50 GMT -5
Ezra smiled up at both Lars and Christina, thankful that they actually were able to pack some non meat things. It was a bit uncomfortable, him being so under prepared for this mission, but he tried to push away the thought. Instead he just rested his head on the arm of the wheelchair, listening contentedly to the murmuring of the camp around him. His eyes glanced up as Rai came back and he offered the other a friendly grin.
He could smell the blood on the vampire, even after he wiped it off, and he felt his stomach clench at the thought of the dear meat that was right in front of him. He ran a ton over his already-sharp teeth, refraining from moving from his spot. The others hadn't eaten yet, so he couldn't. He had to wait until everyone was all nice and fed until he was able to eat- that being if he could even handle the rich meat at this point. He didn't know if he could stomach it, considering how little he ever ate, but the wolf in him was screaming to go and tear into the food, while the omega in him told him to sit and wait. So he sat and waited.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 31, 2017 19:39:59 GMT -5
Rai doesn't hesitate to flash Ezra a smile back, chipper to see that he hadn't grossed him out. Stories loved to rant about the fact werewolves and vampires seemed to be made to be enemies (He hadn't met too many in his life, his parents had never held grudges against the wolves so... why should he?) so to see that Ezra hadn't had a sudden epiphany that 'oh this is a vampire, I should probably bite him' was nice. He realizes only after that maybe his teeth had still been red and he shuts his mouth quickly.
That isn't polite. His parents would chastise. Well. He hadn't listened to them in a long while anyways... but he supposes his manners could stay in place.
He works at making sure his teeth are clean of blood as he sits there and eyes their group. Ezra looks like he could do with quite a few meals, and he looked hungry, so why wasn't he eating? Everyone was kind of taking their sweet time with it, Rai wouldn't have been able to sit as long as Ezra did without getting a bit snappy. It's a lot of meat, it's a lot of blood.
"Ezra just chow down. Everyone will grab something- er. Well." He looks to Mycle. "Everyone's going to eat so just go for it dude, excuse the pun here," his grin is mischievous, "Wolf something down, dude."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 31, 2017 19:46:36 GMT -5
Ezra couldn't help but giggle a little when Rai grinned, realized there was blood on his teeth, and snapped his mouth shut. It was a little funny, after all, but he wouldn't poke fun at that, especially since he closed his mouth so quickly. Instead he just remained where he was, his cheek resting comfortably on Mycles wheelchair since the other seemed to like it when it wasn't treated like an odd object.
Of course the small smile faded when he heard what Rai had to say and he found himself lifting his cheek off of Mycles chair and shaking his head vigorously, frowning at the suggestion of him eating right now. He couldn't- just couldn't. Didn't all the other have hierarchy eating, too?
"Oh- I can't do that Rai. I have to go last," He said, saying it a little slowly as if it were supposed to be common sense. Even though he didn't like to broadcast the fact that he was an omega to others, he thought that much would have been obvious. He was by far the smallest in his pack, the most likely to get sick. Also, although Ezra didn't know this, he had quite a few food allergies as well.
(Yeah, so a thing about Ezra is he doesn't really realize he wasn't being treated right/ that the whole pack hierarchy is a thing in every tribe, which is why he's been trying to avoid anything that could show his omeganess up until this point ^^)
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 31, 2017 20:17:23 GMT -5
(Ezra: I eat food and get sick! Rai: what do you eat??? spoiled food?!?! Ezra: Ya know...peanuts... shellfish Rai: .. have you considered you're allergic and you should just not eat those Ezra: what Rai: what Ezra and Mycle are cinnamon rolls)
Ezra had laughed at him! Okay it is a giggle which is a lot more lighthearted but still It had probably been a mess. At least the rest of him wasn't messy though. They didn't quite have the right materials for him to be washing blood out of his clothes- even if it was mostly black.
"Uh, why do you have to go last? Is it a cultural thing or something- like the youngest eats last? Are you really young- wait do you think I'm really old?!" Did he look old?! Rai liked his appearance! Screw the myths about mirrors, he glanced in there and saw his own face when he could (His sister did not make fun of him. There was zero reason to do so.) His family normally waited for his dad to take the first bite but then after that they all ate together. Maybe werewolves had... something like that? Ya know, he should have done some research on all of these cultures before he left. He had plenty of books on them.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 31, 2017 21:01:47 GMT -5
"hey, some people look at a vampire and are like,'wow he looks so young I bet he s 50'- I mean I know I'm 18." He'd flustered himself up into a small tizzy and grumbled to himself. He was 18. Young. Handsome. Not old. No need to treat him like some old geezer who got respect because his foot was in the grave.
"If it's a werewolf thing, alright, I don't really know how you guys work- I skimped out a bit on that whole history thing-" he waves his hand and makes eye contact only to stop.
Ezra didn't want to answer whatever his questions were. This was uncomfortable territory. Shoot he was all battered and bruised from his pack what if this was some sort of battered werewolf thing? He didn't know anything.
"Shoot, ya know- Ezra you don't have to do anything you dont want to- you can wait- i'm just saying you dont have to if you don't want to- that was insensitive of me wasn't it-" his hands were moving rapidly with his speech he clamps his hands in his lap. He cusses under his breath. "Sorry dude."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 31, 2017 21:09:46 GMT -5
He let out a small chuckle again, resting his head back onto the wheelchair as the other worked himself into a small tizzy. Wow, he was pretty... passionate about this, wasn't he? Although he wasn't surprised, especially with how old Vampires typically lived to. He frowned a little at the apology, realizing that he must have come off as rude.
"No, its okay. I do have to wait. I'm an omega," He said flatly, his throat tightening at the admission and he glanced down at his hands, a small blush on his cheeks from what he just said. Well, there you go. Now everyones going to treat you like trash because you actually admitted it. He thought, his ears flattening against his head at the admission.
He didn't look at Rai now, instead he was studying the fire with interest, seeming to cower a little bit now that the other knew about his ranking. His body ws a little stiff, as if he wanted to flinch away at the admission.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 31, 2017 22:44:36 GMT -5
Omega? Was that some sort of heirachy thing. "I'll be honest here, Ezra. I don't know what that means." He tugs at his shirt collar. "But uh. Unless than means like you're the youngest I don't see why you can't eat with us all...?"
Ezra seemed rather ashamed of whatever this 'omega' status meant. It was sort of unfortunate he didn't know anything here then he could at least... Be sensitive about this all. But no, here he was. Being an idiot. "It doesn't sound bad, dude..?"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 31, 2017 22:56:49 GMT -5
"N-no... that's not what it means. It means I'm at the bottom of the rung. The lowest of the low. The weakest." He explained, his voice flat. He watched the fire, keeping his eyes focused on it. It wasn't like he was ashamed- well, he was, but it was just a fact of life for him, so that was a lie- but it was odd for him to have to explain.
Panic tightened his chest, realizing this was probably the last time he'd be treated like a normal member of this group. They'd probably kick him out after knowing that.
"So I eat last because of it. If j didn't it'd be just wasting food." He finished with a small sigh, rubbing his nose anxiously. The tattoo on his wrist peaked out as he did so, but he paid no mind to it.
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Post by willowflower on Jul 31, 2017 23:04:20 GMT -5
Mycle's eyes lit up. "Of course!" he chirped, holding a hand out over Christina's water bottle. He could sense a relatively comfortable amount of moisture in the air - condensing said moisture was child's play. Closing his hand, Mycle allowed the water to turn liquid, drizzling into the cup. As he moved his fingers, the water turned into a steady stream. He looked like he was crushing a lemon.
After Christina's bottle was suitably filled, Mycle beamed at her. Maybe that could be his role - waterbearer, or something like that. That sounded nice. Important.
He had flushed and waved a hand at the notion that Ezra had to wait for everyone - he understood the etiquette if one was a hosting a dinner party and they were all sitting at a table, but not while they were pretty much squatting in the woods (he may or may not have buried his mouth in his hand to smother his giggles at the pun) - but other than that he stayed pretty quiet, fighting the urge to pet Ezra's hair as he rested his cheek against the arm of his wheelchair. (It was the ears. Definitely the ears.)
But then Ezra mentioned he was an omega.
Looking... ashamed.
Mycle's brows furrowed. He's read about the hierarchy werewolves hold - it's actually quite a plot point in many a romance novel - and how the runts of the litter were often the ones most likely to be pushed around. His heart twisted - what did Ezra experience?
He tilted his head at Rai's cluelessness, wondering if he should step up and explain it. No - it wasn't his place. But his stomach clenched at Ezra's self-deprecating definition. "Ezra," Mycle said softly, not brave enough to lay a comforting hand, "you're not in a pack anymore. If it bothers you, you don't have to follow their rules anymore. You don't have to feel like you're any lower than us." He gave a wry smile. "If anything, I'd be the omega of the group. Technically the smallest and weakest, after all."
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 31, 2017 23:15:45 GMT -5
Rai blinks at Ezra and nods along with what Mycle is saying. "And Ezra, I doubt that any of the food would go to waste if you eat sooner? We can always dry it."
He leans back onto his elbows and gives Ezra another once over, and does the same to Mycle, "Guys, honestly. You guys got got this note for a reason, so, hate to break it to you," he pats Ezra on the head and then pats Mycle's arms,"You guys may be smaller than other people you know, bur we are all going to be the strongest. Destiny. It's written in the stars or something. So like." He makes a hand movement, "you may think you were weak before, and maybe you were, or maybe you guys just didn't have the chance to unlock your true potential or power or something.." he had started off pretty strong there and trailed f at the end with a weak shrug.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 31, 2017 23:45:53 GMT -5
(Tbh if Mycle asked Ezra might be okay with being petted XD he's not a fan of touching unless he knows someone/is asked)
Ezra blinked when he heard Mycles soft voice. The white haired male shifted, looking up at the elementalist with wide green eyes. They were rather expressive, and for a moment they showed just how miserable he was with his position within his pack. His chin was resting now on the arm rest so he could look at the other.
"I-uh..." his voice trailed off, clearly fighting the emotions on his face when he said that he didn't need to think of himself as lower than the rest. He felt his eyes watering as the relief flooded through his chest when they realized that his standing meant nothing to them.
"How can I not?" He finally asked softly. It'd be hard, getting out of the mindset that he'd lived in for years, before frowning and shaking his head at the comment.
"No, you wouldn't be. You have to be born into it- plus you have the time freezy thingy! That's uber powerful," he added supportively, hesitantly lifting a hand and nudging the boys shoulder playfully before glancing at Rai, frowning a little bit realizing he was right.
The white haired male visibly flinched when the other patted his head, but he didn't snap, actually he blinked, and, after the initial panic he realized it wasn't that bad.
"I suppose you're right," he conceded grudgingly, although he wasn't really sure what his contribution would be. He could smell well, and his hearing was exceptional but compared to the others he was rather plain.
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Post by lozi on Aug 1, 2017 7:25:06 GMT -5
Lars fished through his bag, digging out the requested items and handing them to Mycle. "Here. Let me know if you need anything else." His voice may have a low, rough tone, but there was tinge of empathy in his voice as he spoke.
With the fire, it was finally getting to warm for Lars. His hairline was beading with sweat, which he wiped away. He moved towards the fire so he could sit with his back turned to everyone, and cook his meat. He didn't want to see their reaction to his wings, and the meat was a perfect excuse to move away from the group.
Picking up his meat, he found a stick and sharpened it with his pocket knife, which he pulled from his back pocket. He speared the leg, deciding that he would smoke the leftovers, and get what he could from the leg. He sighed, unable to ignore the heat any longer as he roasted the leg. He slipped his arms out of the sleeves of the trench coat and letting it bundle onto the ground behind him. He couldn't see their reaction, but his ears and face were turning bright red.
The bones were cracked with black veins running around them, disrupting the creamy white color of the bones. The black feathers, in contrast to the downy, soft, white feathers, were coarse and sharp and stiff. Chains encircled the wings, tying them together, with a big padlock on the back. It had not been of his own doing, when he was cast out, they had wrapped his wings in chains, pinning them painfully and awkwardly to his back. If he were to fall backwards, he would be lucky to not dislocate his wing joints.
Lars was really nothing like an angel anymore. The happy demeanor, the golden floaty halo, the luscious white wings, and the soft glow of their skin, it was all gone. He was a criminal, and now Lars was beginning to see that maybe there was no justification for what he had done, maybe he was just a monster after all.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Aug 1, 2017 8:37:28 GMT -5
[sorry i wasn't on yesterday guys, I was feeling sick, ill be on right after work!]
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Post by lozi on Aug 1, 2017 8:41:07 GMT -5
[sorry i wasn't on yesterday guys, I was feeling sick, ill be on right after work!] [ Funny thing, I'm feeling kind of icky too. ]
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Post by faundestwishes on Aug 1, 2017 11:02:55 GMT -5
(Hope you guys are feeling better! ): )
Yikes Rai had made two people flinch now. Noted, no touching. At least warn or ask first. Something. Anyways. That was a terrible speech on his part, Ezra responded far better to Mycles. This wasn't a time to be competitive, doesn't matter who is better at inspiring people, come on Rai. "We'll see what happens when time goes on, for now, eat if you want, if you still want to wait, that's up to you. Don't let us push you to do something you don't want to do." Rai settles his hands on his leg and rubs at the ache where prosthetic met skin and sighs.
Now he could practically feel Lars brooding from his spot by the fire. Vampires were supposed to be able to 'smell feelings' or something, he couldn't do that. No amount of sniffing would let him smell the angst of the angel, the happiness off of someone who was passing by, and so on, that stuff was reserved for when he was feeding. That brooding though? Obvious. Vampires were poster boy brooders, Rai could brood like a champ. He hadn't expected to see Lars shrug off his jacket- he had kind of wondered if he even HAD wings- maybe fallen angels lost them or something. Instead it was kind of a macabre picture as they were revealed. Chains? Lars must never find a comfortable position to sleep in. Even if he could see bones and skin, those feathers were something to look at. He hadn't seen wings like that before. Some looked like he would sink his fingers in and feel clouds, others looked like they might cut him. Remember, Rai, no touching. Obviously the guy wasn't feeling too proud of them; Lars would not have hidden them if he was proud, so maybe it was best to not comment on them. Especially with a comment dying to rush out of him. He'd just say they look cool, but who knows? That could be insulting.
"Well. Hm. We're on big ol party of fun here, aren't we?" Rai chuckles to himself. His leg kicks a bit when he digs his fingers in a bit harder and he bites back a hiss. Blood didn't fix that, even if it had helped heal his bruised face. Well, this lot was so chatty, he finds himself humming to fill the silence.
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Post by lozi on Aug 1, 2017 15:50:43 GMT -5
Lars examined the leg, realizing he probably should have butchered it to cook it faster. Pulling out his pocket knife, he cut the meat into squares, removing the tendons from the leg. He hadn't taken too much of the haunch of the leg, so he wouldn't be overbearing himself. He was able to get about 3 edible chunks from the legs, the rest being too bony and full of tendons.
He reskewered the meat on his stick, leaning it up against a rock to prop it up. He might as well sneak a peek at the rest of the group. He already could imagine what he'd see. Sick curiosity. Disgust.
He turned around, dreading what he would see. "Anyone carrying any bolt cutters?" He joked weakly.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 1, 2017 16:10:24 GMT -5
Ezra's attention snapped back to Lars, tipping his head to one side curiously from his comfortable position next to Mycles chair. He'd barely blinked at the wings, knowing better than to judge or ask about what was going on with them. Obviously it was a fallen angle thing.
"Um... what's a bolt cutter?" He asked, genuinely wanting to know. Because of his status in his old pack, he never really learned about modern tools or anything, outside of medicine and cleaning. His green eyes were wide, clearly confused at the term and why he was actually joking.
He could tell the other was nervous, but he was unsure why. Perhaps it was a cultural thing, like Ezra's pack position that he had been reluctant to speak of.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Aug 1, 2017 16:19:43 GMT -5
[okay I am here!!! what did I miss?]
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Post by lozi on Aug 1, 2017 16:20:36 GMT -5
"A bolt cutter?" Lars thought about how to describe it. "It's like a giant pair of scissors for metal. Instead of paper or string or other soft things." He smiled sadly. "Anything that would get these chains off of my wings would work, really."
Out of all the people in the group, Lars was most comfortable with Ezra. He'd been the most accepting anyways. The others... they hadn't made very good first impressions. Except for Christina. She was a little scary, but overall a good provider. He'd been genuinely impressed by the deer when she'd brought it back.
It was strange how much Ezra reminded him of a little puppy. Inquisitive and innocent, yet not uneducated. He'd had several dogs and puppies in his time growing up, and had had to leave one behind when he was kicked out. Something angered him that he'd been treated so poorly in his pack, and he was surprised to find himself already being protective. Perhaps it was because he had little to nothing to hold on to.
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Post by lozi on Aug 1, 2017 17:51:51 GMT -5
[okay I am here!!! what did I miss?] Rai went off to eat, Ezra admitted he was an omega in his pack, and Lars revealed his wings. ]]
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Aug 1, 2017 18:09:38 GMT -5
[oooo fun, lets get started with this whole plot thingy]
Taylor had dazed off a bit while everyone was talking, he kept thinking about their mission, save the world, how am I supposed to save the world with no clues? Nothing? Is some magic sign just going to appear?, He thought, scrunching up his eyebrows and crossing his arms. He started pacing a bit, trying to think of some random fact or whatever that he'd read about before leaving, but nothing came to mind. Then he took out the piece of paper from his pocket and read it over a few times, is there some secret message in between the lines, but still, nothing. He sighed, growing a bit angry as he turned to face the rest of the group. "You know, I don't really understand how some random person can go around and tell us that were supposed to save the whole freakin' world when they don't give us any clues. It just makes no sense to me, like how do we know that this isn't a bunch of bull? We don't guys. I mean I'm pretty fine with this war going on since I haven't seen any signs of it back home. Maybe someone tricked us and this was all a huge joke to make us feel special," Taylor ranted as he started stomping around and waving his arms as he talked. He wasn't big on thinking outside the box, mostly because he was so used to everything being handed to him all the time. Taking out the note from his pocket, he looked up at everyone, "How does this person expect us to save the world when all we get is one stupid note?!" He yelled, tossing the piece of paper into the fire and crossing his arms as he did so. As soon as the paper hit the fire, a stream of bright orange smoke flew up and slowly created the letter 'M', glowing a bit against the darkness around them. Taylor turned around, his eyes wide with excitement and confusion.
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Post by faundestwishes on Aug 1, 2017 18:35:37 GMT -5
(Yup p much.)
"Well, I didn't quite.. bring those for this trip." Though maybe he should have. They could have been handy? He turns slightly towards Lars, "But Vampires are naturally pretty strong- stronger than most humans and some other species.... So maybe I could pry it off?" he makes a vague gesture towards Taylor, "Or maybe he could 'magic' it off." He spares a glance at Remy, "Maybe Remy could bite it off or something-"
Rai finds himself cut off by Taylor who, honestly, must be getting a bit stir crazy. He makes an exasperated face, "Taylor, no one here really knows anything, could be some weird elaborate trap by hunters to try and kill off some young species- but we've all had these crystals for a while- or someone in our family gave them to us." Could mean nothing. Really elaborate ruse because of grudges against their parents? Wait- Fine with this war going on??!
"Fine with this war- Taylor vampires aren't coming back all the time! We're prime hunting targets! I have to feed pretty regularly so my kind is sort of easy to track!" He huffs, "Those that DO come back, come back all mutilated!" Holy water, garlic, and silver dust to the face was quite a doozy. Holy water anointed silver blade? Well. His leg burns at the memory, "You may be safe because you aren't considered a monster but come on dude! Get over yourself!" He tosses his arms up angrily. What the heck. He gets ready to stomp forward- hey, peace was nice and all but he was going to talk some sense into this guy- but Taylor is tossing his note into the fire and there's a smokey letter forming and this day could not get any weirder. "What the-"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 1, 2017 18:57:22 GMT -5
The white haired male had to think back to what "scissors" were, before remembering that his mother had a pair. She'd use them to cut up some of their clothes for bandages and such. He then gave a small nod once he had the visual, before glancing over at Rai, who was currently speaking. He should probably listen to him, so he tuned in, turning his green gaze from Lars to Rai.
"I could try to pick the lock with my claws," Ezra suggested, nodding along to what Rai was saying. At that he allowed his thin fingers to sharpen into half paws, his claws rather long and sharp, showing the angel and vampire how thin and strong his claws really were. They were surprisingly durable, even the tiny tips, and could handle plenty of abuse.
He turned his attention towards Taylor, flinching as the other started yelling and threw his letter into the fire, but what the other spoke about bothered him to no end, as well, especially when he said that he was fie with the war. Surprisingly it was Rai who snapped first, actually standing up to the other, and he flinched again at the description of the ones who survived coming back mutilated- he knew that much was true. One too many warriors (and omegas, for that matter. Many were used to scout out the territory), had come back blinded, missing appendages, or too sick to even move. He shuddered at the memory of when he'd run into the hunters- he'd been in a coma for a week from Silver poisoning, and had an ugly scar that he'd covered up with a tattoo of a tree. His alpha had sent him to check out the borders when they scented a strange scent, the they feared that it was a hunter. Unfortunately those fears were right and he'd been shot in the side with a silver bullet.
Yet, he started to go forward and Ezra lept up, gently grabbing the others arm and making sure he stayed in place. There wasn't any time to get in yet another fight with the arrogant wizard. "Rais right. Don't think that the war isn't terrible just because it hasn't reached your home. That just means it'll hit yours-" His voice cut off when... something formed in the air. It looked like some symbol of sorts.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Aug 2, 2017 14:02:41 GMT -5
[I'm really sorry inky, i hope everything works out for you, if you wanna leave the RP, i completely understand, family always comes first and I hope everything works out for you <3]
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Post by lozi on Aug 2, 2017 16:02:28 GMT -5
Where did you leave off? ^^ ]
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Aug 2, 2017 16:15:04 GMT -5
[devin and Remi got in a fight, all the guys are kinda bonding with each other, Lars joined, he's a fallen angel, everyone ate something for dinner, christina got a deer for everyone to eat, taylor had a temper tantrum and started up the whole plot]
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Post by willowflower on Aug 2, 2017 17:23:32 GMT -5
Mycle was so stunned by Rai's and Ezra's encouragement that he ducked his head and stayed silent, focusing on carefully carving up the apple in one hand and placing the slices on the bread in order to eat. (It was pretty good, the sweet crunch of the apple melding into the soft chewiness of the bread. (He had murmured a thanks to Lars and wondered, not for the first time, why the angel was cast down. (He couldn't take his eyes off of his wings.)))
Then Taylor, clearly restless and confused, began spitting in anger the fears Mycle couldn't help but hold. A trick. A lie. (Of course, how could it not be?) And his brain would've started headed down that spiraling direction when Rai confronted Taylor for words Mycle couldn't believe he missed.
The war. Everything inside him twisted and squeezed. He had been lucky, far and sheltered and safe deep in Wizard Ridge - but even the most well-meaning and frightened of parents couldn't hide the news articles and information that can plague the Internet. Mycle had only stared helplessly (helpless, always helpless) thinking he couldn't do anything all the way over here, wishing those affected in the war hope, donating when he could (money, was money all he could offer?) but otherwise not thinking about it at all - and Rai's rant only solidified his ignorance. His stomach sank. How could he not consider -?
He stared down at the last few bites of his food. This had been his chance. To truly help. If the notes were bogus and they really weren't to stop the war...
Sharp movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he jerked his head up to see Taylor hurl his note into the flames. Same, he thought bitterly, until something twirled above the flames.
A letter.
"M"? he thought. What did that mean? After mulling it over, he remembered how Taylor had tossed his note into the flames. He stared at his own note. Maybe...
He wheeled closer, trying to ignore the stench of cooked flesh, and carefully inched a hand towards the fire to gently feed his note into the flames. Like he suspected, another letter leapt up to join the M, the smoke a pale blue.
O.
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