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Institute of the Unique, Talented, and Magical RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Institute of the Unique, Talented, and Magical RPShe waited for Kendo continue.
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My current RP work:
Ayran glanced at Atticus who seemingly somehow haven't noticed him at all and sighs. It seems like today wasn't a good day to anyone.
Purposely, Ayran put some force into his steps, thus making his footsteps loud and clear as he stepped closer to Atticus.
"Hey Att! You good?"
She then teleports them back to Demon Slayer, cause THIS AIN’T DEMON SLAYER, THIS IS THE INSTITUTE OF THE UNIQUE, TALENTED, AND MAGICAL*
“Whew, that was a lot more exhausting than I thought it would be…”
-Zenitsu Agatsuma, Demon Slayer
“The trees can’t be harmed if the Lorax is armed”
“You touch my trees, I will break your knees”
-The Lorax, 2023
“I see now that one's birth is irrelevant. It's what you do that determines who you are.”
-Mewtwo, 1998
He smiled bitterly.
"Then, at the age of... 11? I was kidnapped. I'm... not gonna speak to much about that. Point is, stuff happened. Thats when I learned how to wield a sword."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Atticus smiled warmly and jumped up.
"I'm fine. I just had a bit of allergies and came up here. Just needed some clear air, y'know?"
He tried to laugh, and failed.
"**** it. Ayran, to get completely to the point, the largest reason I'm here at the Institute is so I can take and store some people's powers so I can kill two whole families."
He sighed.
"I know this sounds terrible, but I have my reasons. I won't go to jail because I won't be alive after I pull it off. That is my final desire and it's been killing me ever since I came here years ago."
They hurt him. The thought filled her with fury. No one was allowed to hurt her friends. Jack pushed the rage back inside (like she always did), for a rainy day. She would kill them.
She had done it before.
"You're family sounds kind."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Ayran wasn't surprised, he knew Atticus was hiding something, even though they knew each other for almost 7 years, they still couldn't let out their deepest secrets to eachother.
Perhaps Atticus just had enough, and needed a break just like everyone else, and couldn't act on anymore, just like him. Ayran knowing this, stepped forward, getting closer to Atticus, and didn't interrupt him.
Oh just how much have Atticus beared while he was alone, all the resentments...
Ayran couldn't imagine, nor could he emphasize, afterall he never had a family.
"I know this sounds terrible, but I have my reasons. I won't go to jail because I won't be alive after I pull it off. That is my final desire and it's been killing me ever since I came here years ago."
Ayran's eyes opened in shock, he must be joking, no this isn't a joking situation nor topic.
Ayran opens his mouth and tried to make a sound, but nothing came out, his throat felt dry, he felt that he couldn't breathe. He wasn't underwater, there was oxygen all around them, why couldn't he breathe?!
"No-"
Panic filled his eyes, 'I won't be alive after-'. No Atticus must be joking, he can't die. He mustn't be alone again.
Again and again, it'll be the same.
"Ayran.. GET AWAY FROM HERE, I SAY GET AWAY! RUN!"
"It seems like this will be my stop, see you next year during the summer Ayran."
Two different voices filled his head, haunting him, reminding him of the past events. He will be alone once again, just like he always was, there wasn't summer in the first place, it was winter for him all-year.
Ayran felt like he was dislocated from space, he couldn't quite locate where Atticus was standing at the moment, as if his senses dulled he didn't know what he wad feeling either. Colors all around him felt blurred, so was the noise. Everything was numb, he didn't know what was going on anymore.
What went wrong?
He smiled.
"Anyways, I came here at 12, yeah? Got some attention for beating some bandits near the edge of town. Got here, did some things. Got blown up and burnt like twice."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Atticus immediately rushed over.
"Sh*t. I shouldn't have said that so quickly. C'mon."
Atticus flipped Ayran's arm over his shoulder and dragged Ayran back to ground level.
"Someone! Please! Help!"
Atticus was yelling again, desperately trying to locate someone to help Ayran.
"Tell me about the institute."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Eris watched the other first years by herself...
'Ah.. it must be Att, he must be worried that I just suddenly stopped..'
Everything was silent except the voice screaming in his ear, he wondered dully if Atticus's lungs will be alright screaming this much.
Slightly guilty, Ayran tried to move, but his whole entire body felt sluggish and weak. Frowning, he tried to speak instead.
"Ah- Att?"
Ayran coughed, and heaved, every breath felt like torture, was there something in the coffee that Kendo gave him that he was allergic to?
“……
What’s… going on… over here…?”
-Zenitsu Agatsuma, Demon Slayer
“The trees can’t be harmed if the Lorax is armed”
“You touch my trees, I will break your knees”
-The Lorax, 2023
“I see now that one's birth is irrelevant. It's what you do that determines who you are.”
-Mewtwo, 1998
Ok, seriously, snap out of it! You're just going to make it worse for yourself sitting here and sulking.
I'm not sulking!
Prove it, then.
Even her own brain was trying to kill her.
Heaving and sigh and pushing herself to her feet, she went to find some of the earlier students who promised her a tour of the school. She didn't really need it, but it was refreshing to laugh and chat, if only for a while.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
How had she been so dumb? How had she not pressed them further? How had she given up so easily? Kendo was being bullied and pranked by other people in the school. And he had told people not to tell her.
"You don't need to give me names, Kendo," She said calmly.
Give me names, she thought furiously. This couldn't continue. She wouldn't let it.
"Can you just tell me what happened?"
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
She paused.
"I think it would really be beneficial if you just... talked to someone. It- it- it doesn't have to be... me." That statement nearly killed her. She wanted to help, but if she couldn't give the help Kendo needed... Jack would step aside.
"Please? It might help."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
That was indeed true. Plague, abuse, the other thing in fifth year that she would never talk about... Jack cleared her mind, pushing down the last of the rage.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work: