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Forum-Index → Roleplay → Newbury RP Thread"You know, I really like this place. But... how pretty would it be to watch it burn to the ground?"
She giggled.
"Wouldn't it be great? Rui en, Rui En, how long would it take, do you think, to immobilize every student and teacher here? I mean, just a bit of poison in the food supply, or the water, and everyone's gone. Do you know how masquerade did it?"
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Trixie giggled.
"Man, summer was so fun. How was yours?"
Snapped back to normal, like an elastic band, Trixie smiled up at Rui En.
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"you were too correct"
“What did you do over the summer, hmm? What fun things have you been indulging in?”
Then he proceeded to just... walk away. Out of the grand hall. Which was noticeable as all hell. Because. Literally only Lukas did that. Nobody else even stood up.
"I did? Huh. I don't remember that."
Trixie just smiled brightly.
"What I did over the summer...? I don't remember? I met my brother... And hung out with friends... and then... Nope! Don't remember!"
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“We have an entire year ahead of us. Can’t go wasting it, can we? Me personally, I’d like to develop more potent poison using Sparkle’s venom here. What about you?”
“Complex magic, eh? What magical mystical papers must you get hold of that can’t be found from the library? You must be up to great things again, my brilliant Trix”
A blink brought forth the eldritch horror that was blonde, twintails Trixie. Her red eyes had shifted to Blue. She smiled.
"I mean, I know it's cool, but it isn't... foolproof. And I happen to be a fool."
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“Sooo…whatcha planning to add to your already massive arsenal of magic, hmm? What kind of complex spell?” She grins “Don’t go hoarding all the magic, Trix. Leave some potential and…uh…wow factor for us. Can’t have you being top of the school now, can we? That’s probably the Siren House’s prefect job, anyway.” She adds jokingly
A gentle hand landed on Trixie's shoulder with a pat.
Behind her stood a tall handsome gentleman whose beauty seems to blind the room temporarily. The soft platinum blond hair seems to ray of sunshine while it's molten gold eyes looked like actually smelted metal.
Ayran gave a nod towards Rui En politely with a soft smile.
"Sorry to interrupt ladies. But I couldn't possibly stand hearing such disrespect about my prefect being called a fool."
Ayran interjected with a chuckle.
It was hard to believe such a man was the Vice-Prefect of the Quetzalcoatls.
Quetzalcoatl, the house of cunning snakes and havoc.
It seemed impossible that this man would ever possibly belong to this house.
She pumped her fist cheerfully, giggling to herself.
She jumped at the touch on her shoulder. She turned to look at Ayran, face perfectly blank for a moment, before it lit up with a blush.
"Ayran. Hi."
She breathed out, smiling a little more sheepishly now.
"When's Lydia coming, Kendo?"
The pink haired professor quietly inquired.
"..."
Professor Satou sat in his seat, staring at the Quetzalcoatl table, at Trixie Thatcher. His cousin. A girl who couldn't be any more different from her.
"Kendo."
Artemis Wright reached out, rapping his knuckles against Kendo's forehead. Kendo turned to his friend, blinking out of his daze.
"Huh?"
He tilted his head slightly, blinking.
Emma spoke again.
"Where's Lydia?"
Kendo paused, then shook his head.
"She's on her way with Evan."
His gaze broke from Trixie.
Emma frowned slightly, following his gaze, landing on Trixie, now approached by Ayran.
"I'm sure she's fine, Kendo. It's not like you two talk anymore, anyways."
Kendo's gaze fell to his hands, then to his drink. He grabbed his glass, downing it.
"...Yeah. I guess."
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Ayran smiled, a hand reaching up and caressing her cheek lightly before pulling away as if it were completely natural.
"It seems as if you've gotten prettier during break? Or is it just my eyes messing with my since my heart misses you so much?"
Ayran teased lightly as he created some distances between them as he took a step back with his hands behind his back looking all proper. It was what he always did, retreating before anything could actually be established.
"I- M-maybe? I- um. Hehe..."
She giggled nervously, hand on her cheek. She shook her head.
"Don't try to charm me again, silly."
She laughed quietly.
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Glancing around as if fearing that someone would look over his shoulder and force him to stop, Song BingLiu took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut, before bringing his hands together in a thunderous clap that never resounded. Instead, what filled Ldeya's ears was her own crooning voice, muffling the sounds of conversation around her for just one second as she whispered to herself: "Just a little trick."
It wasn't perfect, voice just a touch higher and softer than what it would be, the intricate inflection of her words off-putting if it wasn't so jarring to hear ones own voice talking to them. The syllables themselves seemed quite distinct from each other, leading to a less than natural flow of sound, but it was undeniably amazing that over the break, Song BingLiu had managed to figure out how to speak, without once opening his own mouth with only a nervous smile to show for it.
She didn't know who said it, but her ears picked up the word nonetheless and she began inspecting the food even more closely than she had before. There was so much snake-like chatter that she couldn't help but to appreciate that no one had bothered to talk with her yet. She wouldn't be able to keep herself from saying something nasty in response.
Someone left, piping her interest. Did that mean she could leave now? Probably not. She'd still have to wait. She made an effort to get into this place, and she'd have to keep making an effort to stay.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
His gaze flickered up to Elona.
"Elona Avery. I suppose there is. But it's a private... Matter..."
He paused.
His gaze suddenly landed straight on Song BingLiu.
He got up, out of his seat.
"Pardon me."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.