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You can borrow Beelzebub. xD
Okay. :) Post as often as you like.
The liquid mirror began to tug at him slowly. It was as he was sinking into the surface of the mirror, and Grey couldn't even comprehend where he was going. The only thing that he cared about was escaping, but it was pointless. Eventually, his eyes slipped shut as he fell in all the way. He opened them quickly as he came into impact with something hard that knocked the wind out of him. "Ugh!" He grunted, then tried to regain his breath.
When his eyes flickered open, he caught the scent of cinnamon bark. Instinctively, he brushed a hand through light brown hair and combed a few bits of dirt from his slightly spiky strands. Panicked eyes scanned his surroundings, searching for a mirror, a door, something that he could use to return. But there was nothing like that in sight. He did see the ground was a sunny orange-brown color, and the sky was bright hues. There were several moons out. Grey bit his lip almost to the point where it bled, but not quite. "Maybe... I'm the one that died..." He murmured to himself as he brushed the dust off of his pajama pants and matching shirt. He had tried to find comfort in snugly clothes...
The trees looked like they were almost hairy in the abundance of leaves they had. None of the ones around him looked to have flowers or fruit, but did have leaves that had reddish or pink tints which Grey found unusual. "Okay... now I'm a little scared..." He muttered before placing a hand on the trunk of a nearby tree. He appeared to be in some sort of forest, even though there was a curvy road that lead to who-knows-where.
The trees swirled into spirals as they grew upwards, and he wondered if he could play in the botany like playground equipment, though that was highly unlikely. When he reached out to touch a leaf, it crinkled in his hand like a plastic sandwich wrap and he plucked it off the tree. Like a detective, the teen lifted it to his nose. It didn't smell like cinnamon, but like chlorophyll. Out of pure childish curiosity, Grey shrugged and bit into it. He made a face and spat it out soon afterwards. It tasted like sardines. He had read many trees had fish alleles in them, but never really thought much of it until now.
"Drayden!" He called, wondering how he should find his twin. But before he got a proper response, Grey heard a voice call out. His eyes widened hopefully. That was either another person, or his subconscious was speaking to him.
"No, nobody's here." He piped rather smugly, hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. "Who are you, not-a-tree?" He said in a lower, gruff voice, deciding to mess with whoever spoke out. It wasn't as if he was afraid. Besides, it could be Drayden.
When his eyes flickered open, he caught the scent of cinnamon bark. Instinctively, he brushed a hand through light brown hair and combed a few bits of dirt from his slightly spiky strands. Panicked eyes scanned his surroundings, searching for a mirror, a door, something that he could use to return. But there was nothing like that in sight. He did see the ground was a sunny orange-brown color, and the sky was bright hues. There were several moons out. Grey bit his lip almost to the point where it bled, but not quite. "Maybe... I'm the one that died..." He murmured to himself as he brushed the dust off of his pajama pants and matching shirt. He had tried to find comfort in snugly clothes...
The trees looked like they were almost hairy in the abundance of leaves they had. None of the ones around him looked to have flowers or fruit, but did have leaves that had reddish or pink tints which Grey found unusual. "Okay... now I'm a little scared..." He muttered before placing a hand on the trunk of a nearby tree. He appeared to be in some sort of forest, even though there was a curvy road that lead to who-knows-where.
The trees swirled into spirals as they grew upwards, and he wondered if he could play in the botany like playground equipment, though that was highly unlikely. When he reached out to touch a leaf, it crinkled in his hand like a plastic sandwich wrap and he plucked it off the tree. Like a detective, the teen lifted it to his nose. It didn't smell like cinnamon, but like chlorophyll. Out of pure childish curiosity, Grey shrugged and bit into it. He made a face and spat it out soon afterwards. It tasted like sardines. He had read many trees had fish alleles in them, but never really thought much of it until now.
"Drayden!" He called, wondering how he should find his twin. But before he got a proper response, Grey heard a voice call out. His eyes widened hopefully. That was either another person, or his subconscious was speaking to him.
"No, nobody's here." He piped rather smugly, hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. "Who are you, not-a-tree?" He said in a lower, gruff voice, deciding to mess with whoever spoke out. It wasn't as if he was afraid. Besides, it could be Drayden.
Huehuehue.... You'll see... MUAHAHAHA.
So I assume you'll be taking control of Cassius?
So I assume you'll be taking control of Cassius?
Lol. Yup. Care to guess the punishment? }:)
Patting his son's back, Edge grinned and hugged him closer like he was a teddy bear. Whenever he felt sad or lonely, he could always cuddle with Sleipnir or Path. It was a very warm and fuzzy feeling that made the hydra smile no matter what was happening. The violet-eyed boy licked his lips hungrily and nodded to Path. "The sun's covered by the smog, so it'll be dark anyways. We just need somewhere to go." He spoke directly.
Skylark giggled in happiness as he was picked up. Though his parents were feeling tense, the dragon decided to just allow himself to be lulled into the pointless, joyful world of childhood where he wouldn't have to worry about any of this nonsense like hardship or stress. He only felt the warmth that was Father, and the laughter that was Daddy. There was no end to his happiness.
Edge, on the other hand, was feeling rather antsy. After placing Sleipnir on his back in a piggyback position, he nodded to his mate before beginning to climb the chute outwards into the outside. He felt like a new adventure was about to begin. The last time he came to the surface, he met Path. For some reason, he knew he would eventually have to face off against the dragon elders. Those kinds of situations were enough to make Edge bite his lip in frustration. Should they be angry for everything he did?
In the beginning, it was the killing of dragons. He was simply too rough with them, and didn't understand that others died. As time went on, he began not to care about others' mortality and killed them anyways. Perhaps the sky was in the end, his only friend. But now even the Sky had disappeared and he was left with a family to care for sometimes it was funny, the way things turned out.
Skylark giggled in happiness as he was picked up. Though his parents were feeling tense, the dragon decided to just allow himself to be lulled into the pointless, joyful world of childhood where he wouldn't have to worry about any of this nonsense like hardship or stress. He only felt the warmth that was Father, and the laughter that was Daddy. There was no end to his happiness.
Edge, on the other hand, was feeling rather antsy. After placing Sleipnir on his back in a piggyback position, he nodded to his mate before beginning to climb the chute outwards into the outside. He felt like a new adventure was about to begin. The last time he came to the surface, he met Path. For some reason, he knew he would eventually have to face off against the dragon elders. Those kinds of situations were enough to make Edge bite his lip in frustration. Should they be angry for everything he did?
In the beginning, it was the killing of dragons. He was simply too rough with them, and didn't understand that others died. As time went on, he began not to care about others' mortality and killed them anyways. Perhaps the sky was in the end, his only friend. But now even the Sky had disappeared and he was left with a family to care for sometimes it was funny, the way things turned out.
I still like the magic school plot. xD
Maybe we can add a dangerous twist to it? Perhaps students are contracting some sort of illness? Or for 'assignments' the students go on quests to have more romance opportunities? Since there is usually something different about the mains, how about them come from a snotty family? That way there's tension between them and the other characters.
Of course, based on what you've told us already, you probably already have some great ideas for it! I just love the 'everyone hates the main' premise.
Maybe we can add a dangerous twist to it? Perhaps students are contracting some sort of illness? Or for 'assignments' the students go on quests to have more romance opportunities? Since there is usually something different about the mains, how about them come from a snotty family? That way there's tension between them and the other characters.
Of course, based on what you've told us already, you probably already have some great ideas for it! I just love the 'everyone hates the main' premise.
Harp's pink eyes reflected slight confusion. Even if it wasn't genuine, the possibility of a demon being kind was very strange. They were clever creatures, that much was certain. Harp wondered what else they were capable of. He had learned a great deal about demons, but they were mostly things about the lesser demons. Anything they knew about sins, kisshins, or archdemons was due to the accounts of archangels. The rest of the angels weren't strong enough to get in close proximity to find out anything about the higher demons and survive. Harp realized he was in a rare position that he could potentially find out much about Bel. It was already established he was a ridiculously powerful demon, by the number of virtues he had killed.
It was rather interesting, and the cupid made a note of this. Now, however, he was concerned with Darri and the nameless reaper. The reaper was being as creepy as it could, floating in the air while releasing a deep, guttural noise. The doll seemed to be jumping on the counter-top, as if there was an earthquake taking place right under it. At Darri and Bel's consent Harp nodded. "Right. Guess I'll just keep this hair, then." It was probably a good thing he was interrupted. Who knows what kind of weird color his hair would be if he used the dye in Darri's store?
The reaper drifted to the front counter and exhaled deeply. Didn't this idiotic demon know what to do with an artifact such as this? It reached out with a single bandaged hand, as slow as a ghost. Then, it reached down to the doll and tapped it impatiently against the cash register. With that, it promptly dropped the child's toy back onto the counter, causing it to cause a clatter. Harp watched curiously. The reaper then drummed on the counter with a single hand, as if to say, 'Hurry up and ring the damn item before I rip out your soul, you stupid demon...'
At that, the cupid snickered before crossing his arms. "I think it wants to buy that..." He offered, trying to be helpful. Though the reaper was still very cryptic, it seemed a bit more understandable. It was only a matter of time before the thing dispersed into unholy souls or something, and would probably make him think differently. The human world wasn't as spiritual as the White or Black world, but for some reason, everyone used it as a temporary living place, including himself. "Bel, let's go... Show me what you do at night, hm?" Harp whispered softly.
It was rather interesting, and the cupid made a note of this. Now, however, he was concerned with Darri and the nameless reaper. The reaper was being as creepy as it could, floating in the air while releasing a deep, guttural noise. The doll seemed to be jumping on the counter-top, as if there was an earthquake taking place right under it. At Darri and Bel's consent Harp nodded. "Right. Guess I'll just keep this hair, then." It was probably a good thing he was interrupted. Who knows what kind of weird color his hair would be if he used the dye in Darri's store?
The reaper drifted to the front counter and exhaled deeply. Didn't this idiotic demon know what to do with an artifact such as this? It reached out with a single bandaged hand, as slow as a ghost. Then, it reached down to the doll and tapped it impatiently against the cash register. With that, it promptly dropped the child's toy back onto the counter, causing it to cause a clatter. Harp watched curiously. The reaper then drummed on the counter with a single hand, as if to say, 'Hurry up and ring the damn item before I rip out your soul, you stupid demon...'
At that, the cupid snickered before crossing his arms. "I think it wants to buy that..." He offered, trying to be helpful. Though the reaper was still very cryptic, it seemed a bit more understandable. It was only a matter of time before the thing dispersed into unholy souls or something, and would probably make him think differently. The human world wasn't as spiritual as the White or Black world, but for some reason, everyone used it as a temporary living place, including himself. "Bel, let's go... Show me what you do at night, hm?" Harp whispered softly.
I'm super envious I appreciate you're getting a really good knack for NPCs.
More than alright! I just didn't want Frey to not recognize the name if it was someone he knew! xD
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