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Institute of the Unique, Talented, and Magical RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Institute of the Unique, Talented, and Magical RPHow did it come to this..
Ayran has never felt this powerless, not since back then . But that was when he had nothing, he knew nothing, and he was weak! But he was a top student now, but even though he could only watch everything happen Infront of his eyes as Atticus disappears.
"...Am I really that useless..?" Ayran muttered under he breath.
yes he was.
Somewhere in the back of his head replied to him.
Atticus swallowed hard. The window was just a few feet behind him. If he jumped, he could probably survive. Right?
He turned and bolted. He slid out the window and landed hard on the ground.
"Tch. I definitely broke something."
He slowly got up and started limping away.
"I am so dead. I am so dead. I can't use the new powers yet... I'm saving them for Father, and his friends."
"..."
Do not use the crystals...
"Kendo, we see the world different. I have goals. Failure with the biggest isn't an option. Go on. Attack me."
He slid another empty crytal into his palm.
Let's see if I can get two in one day.
Maybe he should've just asked for help from his friends instead of this s**t he was doing. Maybe he could've forgiven his father. The death was Atticus's fault. And Att didn't even show up for the funeral.
Reina.
Maybe if he died, he could see her in heaven while he burned.
Just maybe.
kendo tilted the blade slightly, smacking him on the head with the flat edge of the sword.
"You're a dumba$$, Redding. You really had to go throw a knife at Jack? Y'coulda just asked her."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Knowing Kendo, he probably wouldn't kill Atticus, but that guy is unpredictable.
Locating Atticus's energy, he quickly reached the scene, the first thing he notice was the sword in Kendo's hand. His breath stops, but seeing Atticus fine, calmed him down in relief.
He stepped towards them.
"You guys, we all need to have a talk with Jack, especially you, Att. You need to start explaining."
Atticus turns and stares at Kendo.
"We grew up in polar opposites. I was born in fame and wealth. You were born as a nobody. You've been abused but still try to stay bright. I try not to be noticed. But... I have a goal, and I need to do things to get to that goal. And I can't do it if I seem like a coward."
Please say no
But his hopes were crushed the next second.
"..Att, how could you say that..?" Ayran asked, his voice hoarse, mind tired, and emotionally exhausted.
She took off, running through the hallways. She gained speed at an exponential rate, and then lept into the air, flying through the hallways. The golden strand weaved through passages. She followed it dutifully until it led her to the door to the Chatoyant common room.
Straining her senses, she could feel the strand end up outside. Outside? Did he jump out a window? There was only one way to find out.
Jack jumped out a window.
She touched down gracefully, her skilled flight flowing straight back into a run. She emerged into a clearing. Kendo was holding a whip, Atticus was staring at him defiantly. Ayran was also there, hyperventilating.
Logically, Jack knew that Kendo was exacting revenge. That wasn't fair at all. He got hurt a hundred times and she wasn't allowed retribution, but Atticus throws a knife at her and Kendo gets to go into a blood fury? Nope.
"Well, well, well." She hissed. Two orbs of light fizzled into existence at her fingertips, sparks crackling menacingly. "What have we here?"
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