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Powers fantasy rp!
Powers fantasy rp!
In Erildré, powers are common, but those with the ability to control it well are rare. All children with powers must attend a school called Rilin, but some people who did not have powers are hiding in the school, trying to avoid the rush of the outside world where being powerless makes you a pariah. Note on powers:
Powers are unique to that person. Since my charrie has telekinesis, no one else can.
No controlling natural elements. Powers can be things like telepathy or shapeshifting or super strength. As a general rule, people with psychic powers are very smart and people with physical powers are usually not very intelligent.
Name: Arasala Nenya
Gender: F
Appearance: Dark blonde hair, sea green eyes.
Personality: A genius. Very perceptive. Moves with the grace of a cat and the precision of a dancer. Is the school's smartest student.
Power (if they have one): Telekinesis.
ALL CHARRIES ARE 13.
submitted by Brookeira
(May 5, 2015 - 8:20 pm)
(May 5, 2015 - 8:20 pm)
Tikkania~
After what has happened, I feel better when singing to the music John has written. Music always has a calming affect to me. I let all of my troubles drift away as I'm swept away in the music. He plays a few more songs before asking," So why were you late?" The calm feeling is quickly replaced with embarrassment." I, um, accidently slept in." I could see he understood. We dropped the matter, and we start practicing.
(May 10, 2015 - 5:11 pm)
Autumn-
After the assembly, I go off to my next class. I wanted to take as many classes as possible, but saddly my power isn't time twisting. I had to get stuck with stupid mind reading. As I head off, someone shoves me, and my notebooks come flying out of my hands. I pick them up, and brush a tear off my cheek. I get pushed so often, I really shouldn't cry anymore, but somehow I still do. I catch a bit of a thought, "Ha! Cry baby!" But I shake my head to get rid of it. Sigh... I wish I had a friend.
(May 10, 2015 - 5:59 pm)
The boy calls the girl, Autumn, a Cry Baby. I grab the back of his shirt with telekinesis. "Take that back," I tell him.
"Why?" he smirks, "so I'll be nice?"
I smile and let my telekinetic hold wrap tighter. "Yes," I tell him, "apologize to this girl."
"Sorry," he grumps.
"Be more, mmm, apologetic," I tell him.
"SORRY!" he says as I tighten my grip tighter than is comfortable. i release him and he scuttles off.
"Hullo, Autumn. I'm Arasala."
(May 10, 2015 - 9:01 pm)
"Thanks!" I blush. "I'm Autumn. Well, uh, you alreadey know that." Blush. "How do you do?"
(May 13, 2015 - 5:18 pm)
Tikkania~
After practicing with John, I head towards my favorite spot in the garden. I'd go to my own dorm room, but I share a dorm with Autumn Showers. I like her, and she's a nice girl and all, but your thoughts are always exposed around her. She can't help it. But I like to keep my thoughts to myself. There are just some things that you like to keep to yourself.
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At the garden, I work on my drawing skills. John is a talented artist, and occasionally, he gives me little art lessons. I practice sketching our school, Ravensong. I get as far as the outline, before the dinner bell rings.
(May 10, 2015 - 9:10 pm)
~Jay~
I turn away from the birds, hefting my heavy backpack and hurrying back inside. Once in my dorm room, I toss my backpack down onto my bed and kick off my shoes. I flop back on the unmade, tangled blankets and pull out a weathered journal.
Teusday Sept. 3rd
Ravensong doesn't have as many birds as ussual. Even those are quiet. They talk about fleeing and leaving. Something is happening. What is it?
(May 10, 2015 - 10:17 pm)
~Jason
I hear the dinner bell ring and finish my song, then i rush to the dining hall, falling in step with Tikka. "What have you been drawing?" I ask her.
"Oh? Um...Ravensong."
"Cool." Silence falls over our group of kids as we enter the massive dining hall. Its huge and the ceiling is more than a fifty feet over our heads! There are heavily detailed marble pillars starting at the ground, then working there way up to the ceiling, and diminishing at the center of the dome. In between the sections the pillars make are beautiful paintings of gardens, the six gardens of Ravensong. I smile gazing up at them, then look back down to worm my way through the maze of tables and chairs. I sit down on the boys side, next to Jay.
Dinner is served like this; the Headmaster call out our names for attendance, if you respond with a perfect, on time, "Present," then your food appears in front of you. If you mess up on the "Present," no food for you.
"Present!" I say quickly as the Headmaster calls my name. My food appears in front of me, and i begin eating. Then jay tells me of the birds.
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Sicily says rate. What rate Sicily? The rate of the RP?
(May 11, 2015 - 12:03 am)
PAUSE:
Did you change John's name to Jason?
(May 11, 2015 - 12:44 pm)
Whoops! Too many rps. :3
(May 11, 2015 - 1:02 pm)
It's okay
(May 11, 2015 - 3:07 pm)
Either way, I'm still going to call him John.
(May 11, 2015 - 1:06 pm)
And thanks to all of you, for clashing my character into most of your stories, (even if it's about the assembly incident).
(May 11, 2015 - 7:43 pm)
Tikkania~
As I enter the dining hall, everyone stops talking and stares at me, all with the same looks I got during the assembly. I go over and sit next to two girls, one with dark blonde hair, the other with long wavy black hair. Both have green eyes. I bury my head in my arms. The pain and embarrassment from the assembly returned. "When will I ever escape that one mistake?" Thoughts of the humiliation swirl around in my head, and...Wait. Was my name just called?!
(May 11, 2015 - 1:18 pm)
JOHN~
Oh no, she missed it. I twirl around in my seat, she has buried her head in her arms on the table. No food in front of her. Dang it! I turn back around, grab my biggest roll, and stuff it in my pocket. Then i continue eating as if nothing happened. Nobody is laughing now because they need to here their names called. But soo-I can't even finish my though before the room errupts into boisterous laughter. I turn around, she is sitting up, but her face is a deep scarlet. Her teaful eyes meet mine, and I give her a sympathetic nod. She looks down at the table. It takes another half hour before we all finish eating and when we do, the headmaster shouts, "DISMISSED!!"
I run through the crowd of kids, almost knocking one kid over. I stop by Tikki's side panting. "The gardens today?" I ask. She nods in response and we take the next left.
We sit on a bench swing, kicking our legs to make us swing. "Oh! I got you this," I say while taking out the roll.
She takes it, "Thank you."
(May 11, 2015 - 3:05 pm)
.:Willow:.
Dinnertime has finally arrived, and I'm famished. I jump up from my bed where I've been studying and slip on my favorite furry moccasins, trudging exhaustedly out of my dorm room and down the hallway to eat. I fall in step directly behind a girl I instantly recognize from today's assembly - she'd come in super late and everyone's been staring at her all day. Tikkania, was it?
The nonstop chatter flooding the dining hall suddenly hushes as Tikkania steps in. I linger back for a moment, waiting for the attention to dwindle before I scamper in myself hurriedly, following her.
She stops and decides to take a seat at a small table, next to two kids I don't know. "Um, can I sit with you guys?" I inquire uneasily.
"Sure," the raven-haired girl on the left side replies, and I join them gratefully.
"Tikkania Auriar?" a voice calls out. Tikkania jumps suddenly, unsure of what to do.
"'Present,'" I hiss. "Say 'present.'"
"Um, present?" she yells. "Present! I'm here!"
Everyone snickers quietly. Tikkania's cheeks redden. "Did I do something wrong?" she whispers to me.
"No, you just need to be a little more clear. Otherwise you won't get your meal," I answer. Her forehead crinkles in fear. "But don't worry," I add hastily. "It's the first day, so they won't penalize you." I point towards a dish piled with food that has materialized on the table.
"Thanks," Tikkania sighs in relief. I nod and patiently wait for my own name to be called.
But it never is.
(May 11, 2015 - 3:43 pm)