For me, Cinderella is my favourite.
2. She alway was happy. Treating others with kindness even if she didn’t receive much herself. She managed to stay kind, and genuine to others even when they weren’t to her.
3. Either at the ball, or when her stepsisters and stepmother mistreated her. Here’s why: in the ball; she finally got her w…[Read more]
I forgot 6, so I’ll put it here.
6) I think that her biggest mistake was letting everyone walk over her. It allowed the stepmother and her daughters to feel a sense of power, like they could walk over anyone. I think this proves that being kind is always a positive, unless it’s belittling yourself to do so.
I think it’s based on an old Hawaiian tale, so yes and no. It’s not an English fairytale, but there might be different versions of it, like the Egyptian Cinderella.
1 Queen of hearts
2 she is always mad and willing to chop anyone’s head off if they dare do something wrong.
3 when she had her roses painted red and one was dripping with paint like there was blood on the floor. she decided to chop all the gardeners heads off. i smiled in delight to read this part
4 when alice showed up in her garden she decided…[Read more]
1. My favorite is Mulan.
2. She took her father’s place in the army because she loved him, putting his life before hers even though it was a huge risk if she got discovered disguising as a man. This shows she is courageous, brave, and loves her family very much.
3. She was at her best when she fought the *** on the rooftop.
4. She showed she was…[Read more]
1) My favorite fairy tale hero is Belle.
2) Belle is my favorite because not only is she smart and independent but kind patient and brave which are all the things I aspire to be.
3) Belle has many great moments in Beauty and the Beast but I think her best moments are whenever she’s making the beast happy. The beast has gone through so much and is…[Read more]
The term fairytale is kinda subjective, do you think I’d be able to do a Harry Potter Character?
does it count if the fairy tale is like a spinoff, like Tangled or Wicked or smthn?
i do not know? plus i love the wicked music @iceangel. what is smthn?
2. Rapunzel was witty and clever. She didn’t just rely on others to help her and was incredibly self-sufficient. Rapunzel also wasn’t afraid to dream, and I believe she never needed a prince to complete her story.
3. I believe that Rapunzel was at her best in the beginning of her story. While she was trapped in her tower, she was…[Read more]
My favorite hero was Tris Prior from Divergent.
Because she really showed how a person could be brave and kind and selfless and honest and smart all at once.
She was at her best in Insurgent when she was resisting the serums Jeanine was testing on her.
She was shown to be a strong nemesis when she resisted death, several times.
She is my favorite…[Read more]
omg there’s so many I could choooose but I’ll pick one that hasn’t been done
1. Princess Jasmine of Agrabah
2. She defied her father’s oppressive wishes by venturing into the city, and bravely so. She valiantly tried to help children that were left in hunger. She dismissed arranged marriages because she was not “a prize to be won”. She defied Jafa…[Read more]
Well, I don’t really know if this story really counts as a fairy tale character…but…
2. Dorothy accepted others no matter who they were, kept her temper straight, and braved challenges that even she didn’t know that she could accomplish. She’s very kind and understanding and knows that whatever you’re going through, you can use…[Read more]
in the movie, within the first five minutes, she fell into a pig pen and kicked and screamed until someone helped her out
lol i don’t really like dorothy because I played the wicked witch of the west in our school play
@Royalfudge For Some Reason, I Haven’t Gotten Notifications For Classes Even Though I Have Been Tagged But I’m Sure That Isn’t Your Fault! Also, My Work For Certain Classes Haven’t Uploaded To Replies And Comments 🙁
Does Mulan work? If she does, she’s my favorite.
2. Because she went against everything she was brought up for to do the best thing for her family and nation. She even broke the law because she loved her father so much. She fought to the last, and didn’t give up even though she had almost no choices left. She used her brain to work her problems…[Read more]
My favourite fairy tale hero is Sirius Black from Harry Potter. (Warning this is not completely in order of the questions) I know Sirius was not necessarily a front forwards hero but he was always one to me. Sirius was really the one and only father like character for Harry Potter. Sirius was always there from the fourth books to almost the end of…[Read more]
HP SPOILERS! I hope this is good enough! Thanks for letting me brag about the best character EVER!
1./2. I love Bellatrix LeStrange more than any character in any book I’ve ever read. I love her for so many reasons, though the main one is her grit. Bellatrix never gave up on killing Harry, Ron and Hermione. She was a character who never flirted…[Read more]
I agree whole-heartedly. She never did flirt with the line between ‘villain’ and ‘monster’. She was just a complete monster.
No one else gets why I love Bellatrix. Bellatrix is awesome and for some reason the world disagrees. Probably ‘cause she killed Sirius… but still. Bellatrix!
As much as I don’t like her for killing Sirius she’s badass so I have to agree
1. Who is it?
2. What did they do to be your favorite?
3. When in the story were they at their best?
4. Where in the story did they show to be a strong nemesis?
5. Why are they your favorite?
How could’ve they made better decisions in the story (if they won)or How could’ve they won their story (if they didn’t)
1. My Favourite Villian Is Proba…[Read more]
@ravenclawjedi (you said you wanted to watch sooooo)
So, Eliot, you know why you’re here, and I’m totally gonna win the bet unless you declare that I’m right. As for the other 2 of you… *I flick on a light and all 3 of you are strapped down with magic/talent/whatever else proof straps, binding you to your own…[Read more]
*gets out trademark popcorn* Ima basically be doing nothing during this whole thing, just watching. Have fun, peoples! *starts eating*
fine. I’m with the evers. I originally wanted to switch to the nevers but decided against it in the end, but by then I’d already told you the Evers’ plan, so I panicked and came up with a fake one to tell you. I told them what happened on the group on discord, and now they know I’m definitely with them. happy?
Not really, considering I kinda already knew that part but y’know, oh well. Honestly, I don’t mind which side you’re on, but if you ever do switch to the Nevs for even a little bit, which you did, you fall under Nev laws, which include punishment for giving the other side info. As some of the Nevs know, I did hold back on giving you the plan,…[Read more]
because, and I’m quoting what you said here, “Because you haven’t technically switched sides yet, you’re still able to be on their doc.” which means I was never technically on your side.
True, though that was mainly said so I’d have an excuse for not giving you the plan without you knowing I knew. And technically the fact that you were giving us info says you’re on our side at the moment therefore falling under Nev law. Any other reasons?
And I thought you weren’t getting involved? But okay, if you want more of a response: Yes, she didn’t technically switch sides which is why she was allowed on their doc. However, by giving me info she pretty much declared she was on the Never side, thereby needing to abide by the Never “laws”
I see a fallacy, I jump. I would argue that she was on her own side by giving you the info. She could choose to do whatever she wanted with all of it, but you were relying on her. Therefore, she was on no side.
Well, considering she said she was on the Never side, then the Ever, you could argue that. However, I wasn’t exactly relying on her. Her giving me information was cementing my ideas of a few things. (that I can’t say since everyone here is fighting for the Evs as far as I know) Plus, her being on her own side isn’t really possible, seeing as she…[Read more]
Great! SO now we just need Zeze to plead her case before things can get u.gly!
Yes I told Ruby something like this would happen if I told her. I didn’t tell her anything, nor do I plan on telling the Evers anything. I’ve gotten 50/50 on the test multiple times, and I have always considered myself Evil, but now I’m having second thoughts.
I signed up for the Ever classes because they looked a lot more like what I wanted to do than the Evil classes, and that was when I was having doubts about my evilness.
Alrighty then. Eliot said he wanted to step in at some point, and I believe now would be that point. Eliot, anything to say before I win the bet?
The bet: Eliot thinks Ramen can’t go wrong. I told him they totally can. But anyway, I guess since that all you wanted to say Eliot, we can get started. *I take a syringe with a needle point at the end and inject the liquid in it into Grace and Zeze’s necks, rendering them unconscious. I then grab a blow dart thingy mabob and shoot a tranq dart…[Read more]
well, this was anticlimactic. I was expecting for more to have happened by now.
That’s because I’m debating whether or not it’s actually worth it to me to do what I was gonna do.
Hey, how wrong would it be for me to let one of you go and not the other? You can wait till Zeze picks.
Hey Nevs! I’m Professor Cats, and I’ll be teaching you Curses and Death Traps! Just a quick review of the class: You will be ranked 20-1, 20 being the best,…[Read more]
So I’m killing a deer? Interesting. Well first off, if I kill it instantly, that won’t be any fun. But I have to make this painful right? So… *I cut the deer femoral arteries and they collapse onto the ground.* That’s painful and immobilizes them. *I then start breaking the deers legs, one by one, watching the blood bleed into the ground.* *I…[Read more]
All right. First I will hug the deer, pretending to be its friend. And right when it begins to trust me, I will drive a knife into its back, deep enough to wound but not kill. Then while the deer flails in pain I will gouge out its eyeballs with the same knife, then break all four legs. I’ll roll the body on top of the broken legs while choking…[Read more]
also cats, for the fairy tale thing do we have to do real fairy tales or the ones in sge?? like the ones lady lesso mentions
First up, I would gourge out the deers eyes, pulling out the nerve, then I would make a hole with my knife in the deer’s empty socket. While it is suffering, I would cut off it’s limbs slowly, then beat the deer with it. Then I would cut off it’s tail, cut off it’s tongue, and then stuff the tail down it’s float. Then I would flay it, choke it…[Read more]
I’m going to take this too far, as always.. I rip out the deer’s antlers and set them aside. I then drive a knife into the deer’s legs and beat the deer with the antlers, forcing it to run. Once it collapses from exhaustion, I slowly pull the knives out of the deer’s legs, drawing out the suffering. I cut off the deer’s feet, also very slowly and…[Read more]
Oh, blood!* I circle the deer, producing images of its family dying, it’s babies being roasted and fed to prisoners and sounds of deer waling as they burn. The deer bucks wildly, traumatized. I skip up to the deer and produce a flaming hot sword. I cut out its eyes and toss one into my mouth. I rip open the deers back and yank out its spine, I…[Read more]
Firstly I would use a freeze spell so the deer can’t move. Then I would shoot arrows and bullets at it’s body. Then I would slice off it’s antlers, tail, and ears. I would gag it’s mouth then pull out the eyes with a knife. I would stab the knife into it’s heart. Then I would cut the body in 4 pieces.
Alrighty! So, I’m assuming that the goal is to be cruel, but… “Hurt with unwanted cruelty and you are a monster, not a villan.” So, if this were us in the Woods, killing our Nemesis henchmen, we would strike one clean blow, right? Sorry if I seem really annoying or rude on ******, and I don’t think you’re a bad teacher…. I just felt…[Read more]
No no, it’s a good question. Deers are animals and you need to hunt to survive (anyoldies get that reference, specifically you Shadow?) And honestly, meat tastes better when it’s suffered. (trust me on that, it’s true)
first pretend i am a lost evergirl in the woods then i would get a dagger from my pocket, stab it in the heart, peel or slice all the skin off then make a fire an roast it like a battle ram
I Know *********** A Deer. I Sneak Behind And Surprise Attack. I Break The Bones. I Tear Them Apart. I Pour The Blood All Over. I Pull The Limbs And Tear Them Apart Using My Old, Rotten Teeth. I Scavange For More Deer Using The Same Method I Tore The First One Apart. Delicious 🗡
Since habit rules me, I sleep through my alarm. But since insanity rules Eya, she operates as my alarm clock by waking me up. “I’m awake!” I yell, shoving her off of me. She giggles, smacking a clock off my table and running away.
I walk into the academy, on high alert. My eyes scan everywhere for exits, threats, and weapons. It’s my first day here and I’m already at it. I know there are many other powerful people here. I make sure my psychic block is still in place, strengthened by the mind stone. Only the best empaths or telepaths could get in, and with the…[Read more]
I blink up at the school. “Wow,” I mutter, shifting the backpack on my back. “This is my school.” I try to sound more American, but it’s a bit hard. Oh well. I start to walk in.
I wake up bright and early, already getting nervous about the days events. I dart to the kitchen, and, while reading a book, of course, get out a Pop Tart for breakfast.
I look at my dad as I climb into his Nissan with Eya. “Shouldn’t you buy a new car? You’re the god of thunder.” I make a face at him.
“And?” He makes a face back at me. Sighing, I buckle my seatbelt. “Shouldn’t you have…I don’t know…a chariot or something?” I ask.
“A Nissan is the same thing.” He shrugs, driving off to school.
“Have fun at school! Don’t kill anybody!”
“Alright, alright.” I laugh and fly to the school, bag and pop tarts in hand. “Hello, new school. Time to have another social outcast added to your ranks.”
“You’ll be fine!”
I turn to my mom, who’s smiling at me broadly. My dad, who has assumed his human face and is standing next to her, pats me on the shoulder. “Go on,” he urges, nudging me towards the entrance of the highschool.
“And no magic!” my mom calls over my shoulder. I run back to her, give her and dad a quick hug, and dart into…[Read more]
I blink at the boy at the door. He was holding something. What was it? It looked like a stale cake. Do they eat stale cakes in America?
I survey a blond boy who pulls up with his Father in an ****… nissan? It looks to be. I realized that the Father was Thor, and the blond boy must have been his son. His arrogant body language and cocky smile was off-putting, and I disliked him immediately.
I survey the halls. I wonder if anyone thinks I’m a guy, with the new haircut and all. I take a bite of the pop tart and turn to see…Idon in a Nissan? He’s never gonna hear the end of this one.
I notice a girl with a cute pixie cut standing near the entrance, looking at the Nissan. Perhaps she is disgusted by it as well, although she looks it with some familiarity… Ah. They must have some sort of relation. Not siblings… best friends? Cousins? Ah yes, Thor had a brother. Loki. This must be his kid.
(y’all imma make Adri a little more like me and make her pop up behind people a lot)
I stepped out of the black limo, waving goodbye to our driver. I shrugged and walked into the door, surveying the room.
I climb out of the car after waving goodbye to my family, looking around. The school is rather grand, and my cocky smile tells that I’m proud I got in. I look around at the students and I brighten when I see a familiar face. “Kris!”
Another girl walked in the door, and I immediately felt the power radiating from her. This girl was like no other. She was dangerous, but powerful. For a second, I was scared. then I remembered I could pluck her soul from her body without thinking, a reassuring thought.
I cup a hand over my mouth and shout, “Hey, Blondie! Did you miss me?”
I walked around, waves off excitement hitting me. Then… pride. From the blonde haired one near the door.
The girl was a mutant with psionic abilities, I realized. She probably wouldnt be able to break the block, but I had to be cautious. I heard shouts, and figured out that pixie cut was Kris, and the blond boy seemed to be nicknamed Blondie. Go figure.
The girl eating a stale cake called out to someone. A blonde boy, they looked similar. There wasn’t many blondes in Vietnam, at least not in my village. I squinted, looking all around.
I turned to a girl that seemed to be eyeing me. Feeling awkward, I lifted my left hand to my temples and became cloaked, so she couldn’t read my mind nor see me. Awkward wasn’t really my thing.
The girl I had been watching disappeared. Curious. She was intriguing. I may not be able to see her, but I could easily hear and smell her presence. I walked toward her.
I look around. Three more people catch my eye. A girl with fiery red hair…dangerous. Another girl with brown hair…also dangerous. A girl who’s looking at my pop tart like it’s a bomb…probably also dangerous. Everyone here could be and most likely is a threat. Well, what else is new?
“Yeah, I did. What’s up, ‘***?” I grin, sauntering over to my cousin.
“The sky. What else?” I deadpan, then mess up his hair with a grin. “I sorta missed you as well. How’s your sister?”
I stood by the lockers, just standing there. Everything was so foreign, and new, and this was weird.
I look over that the girl near the lockers. She seems…overwhelmed. Kris, you’re gonna be a nice person for once. I wave her over with a small smile.
Dang it, senses are a thing with this girl. She came straight toward me and I lowered my hand, letting her see me, keeping a straight face.
I cocked my head, surveying this girl. Threat Level: Midnight. (SOMEBODY GET THAT REFERENCE).
“Hello.” I said stoically.
“Hi.” I say, studying the girls face. Her emotions were dry, just plain serious like my own, but she had something blocking off her thoughts from other people.
“Sorta?” I scoff, holing my arm around her. “Eya’s fine. Still a little ball of insanity, but fine.”
“When is she not? Defacing more property?” (Your chapter reference from the og op) I snicker. “And fine. I missed you. A lot.”
“She sure is.” I sigh, before grinning at her. “Aw, I knew it.” I ruffle her hair in payback. She’s the only one that’s allowed to touch my hair.
I blink at the girl, and start walking over, shifting my backpack again. I give a small smile and try not to look like a deer caught in headlights.
I glare at him and smooth out my hair. “Don’t touch my hair. It was just cut and it actually looks nice.” I smile at the girl I waved over. “Hello, you are…?”
“Vanya Brandt.” I try an American accent, but I still have a hint of a Vietnamese one. “And you?”
“Do I know her?” I ask Kristal in a whisper that isn’t a whisper because I have a naturally loud voice.
So she wasn’t going to reveal anything quickly. Clever. “And who might you be?”
“You do now. I’m trying to make a friend.” I whisper back, in an actual whisper. I stand up tall and give a small smile. “I’m Kristal Rose. This is my cousin, Idon.” Nobody needs to know my lineage, if they don’t already do.
“Kristal Rose and Idon.” I say it slowly, nodding to myself. “Nice to meet you.” My eyes go back to the stale cake.
“Hey.” I offer the girl, Vanya, a smile and see her watching the Pop Tart. “Ooh, got any more?” I grin, digging through my cousin’s backpack.
“Here’s some Midgardian gold.” I hand them both one. “And, Blondie, don’t dig through my bag. My daggers are in there. Wouldn’t want you to lose a finger.”
“This is gold? Why did you eat it?” I was alarmed, holding it at arm’s length away from me.
“The true good of Midgard.” I sigh, biting into the Pop Tart. “I don’t lose fingers. You know I’ve had many encounters with sharp objects. Look at my hands.” I waggle my fingers at her.
I was horrified. “Why are you eating gold? Don’t you use it for money? What is your teeth made from?” I looked at their mouths.
I laugh. “No, Vanya, it’s not gold. I mean that it’s really good.”
“Oh.” Blinking at the ‘Midgardian Gold’, I bring it closer and sniff it. “What is it, exactly?”
“It’s like a flat, crunchy cake with perfection in the middle.” I sigh contently, stuffing the rest of the Pop Tart in my mouth.
“It’s a flat, cookie like thing frosted with, well, frosting and filled with either a jam or custard.” I explain. “Along with what my cousin said.”
“Hmm.” I nod, then shrug, biting into it. My eyes immediately widen and I eat the rest of it diligently. “Ôi trời ơi!” I exclaim, grinning.
“Oh, yes, more.” I nodded vigorously. “These are one of the best things I have ever had in my life!”
I shove the bag into his arms. “I brought a whole pack. Just don’t tell my dad. I may or may not have forgotten to mention that I took them.”
“Aren’t they good?” I grin at Vanya, pulling two more from my cousin’s bag. “Sly.” I punch Kris’s arm.
(also btw I’m about to go to dinner so I won’t be able to come on much until like 8/9 CST)
“I would give my soul for more of these,” I tell him seriously, grabbing and eating more.
(Alright) I take out my daggers from the bag and secure them on myself. “I don’t trust you with those, both the pop tarts and the daggers.”
I laugh heartily. “We’ve converted her. So you’ve never had a Pop Tart before?” I inquire.
“Nice to meet you.” I nod my head. “A mutant, I’d assume? Psionic abilities, among… other things?”
“Didn’t catch your name.” I said, guessing she may be daughter of Gamora and someone else based on her looks. Not being able to read someone’s thoughts is weird.
“That’s because I didn’t give it.” I smirked, debating for a moment. This girl could make a good ally… or a dangerous enemy. “It’s Xyanna.” I said finally, trying to deduce this girls lineage.
“Cool.” I say, studying the girl some more. Adrianna could tell this girl wasn’t at the Academy but couldn’t quite place her. Gamora, for sure, the features said it all, but she didn’t feel like prying into her head, especially on the first day of school.
“So, how did you get here? Parents drop you off?” I asked casually, knowing that the question itself was anything but casual.
“Got dropped off, you?” I asked, refraining from saying anything she didn’t need to know.
I look at the clothes, trying to deduce where she’s from. Seems like a bit more of a dark place than the city. (you’re gonna have to take the lead on the convo, Adri doesn’t talk much)
“So, who did you train under?” This girl is good, really not giving away anything. It only increases my curiosity, however, and I can be quite persistent when needed.
“Different people. Different places. Around.” I started walking down the hall, gesturing with my head for Adrianna to follow. I was leaving the decision up to her.
I pushed into the hallway, bumping into several other students as I walked. I could feel their auras at the edge of my mind, different colors of energy grasping at me. I ignored them until a particularly strong cluster of auras caught my attention. They were coming from a small group of three students who were practically radiating power. I felt…[Read more]
“Felt like it.” I replied, trying to peer past the girls shoulder but I was a little shorter so it was hard to see. Curse age differences.
I stopped short, realizing I had been standing like an idiot in front of the group for the past minute.
“Oh. Um… hi! I’m… hi. Sorry. Um…”
I glanced around for help. Nothing. I turned back to the group and forced a smile. “I’m Henry.”
“Hi. This is Idon, and I’m Kris.” Wait. I’m being social today. What’s going on? “And this is Vanya.”
“Hello! I’m Vanya! Midgardian Gold!” I smiled happily and eat another one
“Pop tarts.” I translate. “They truly are one of the greatest things in the nine realms. Would you like one?” I hold one out, trying to be polite.
I got a heart attack. “Pop? Do they explode?” I looked down at my stomach in concern and then as Kris. “Have you poisoned me?”
(I swear someone should talk about pop tarts calling them ‘Da bomb’, preferably near Vanya)
“They’re the bomb!” Someone laughed, passing by them.
“Pop, as in you can just pop them in your mouth. Am I really that untrustworthy?” Scratch that. Wrong question. I am.
“Bomb?” My eyes widen and I grab Kris’s shoulders, my nails digging into her. “How do I get it out? Will I be okay? You guys ate it, too! Here, I’ll help get it out.” I knee her in the stomach. “Did that work?”
I scowl and punch her in the face, shoving her off of me. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
My head snaps back, and I tilt my head as I will myself to heal the bruise on my face. “I’m confused.” There was annoyance, so I take a step back. “My apologies. I just don’t want to explode.”
“You won’t.” I sneer. “Pop, as in you pop it into your mouth.” I will my daggers that I summoned away and study her face. “So. You can heal.”
I am still very confused, but this is not a good time to make enemies. Nodding slightly, I put up my hands, which is good anyway, in case I have to move quickly. “Yes, I do.”
“Rather quickly, might I add.” I pause to think for a second. She seems like a pacifist. Though, is anyone what they seem, other than Blondie, the stereotypical popular ****? “Who are you, Vanya?”
(OVER 100 COMMENTS YEET YEET) “Ah.” Well, that didn’t help. At all.
“I’m sorry for kneeing you,” I say gently. “If you couldn’t tell, America is vastly different from Vietnam.” Just this city in general was as well. No temple that the Priest of Pama were in, which was probably a good thing. They were kind of annoying. “Like, your McDonalds don’t serve rice??” That was a big shock.
“No, we do not.” Okay, now that helps. “America is quite odd, more than a lot of places. The culture is very diverse and varies from state to state.”
“You don’t have a lot of temples, either,” I comment, looking around the school. It seemed modern compared to the one in my old village.
“No, I mean…No people from other planets in San Francisco?” The Priests of Pama had been with me since I was ten, and it was weird this city didn’t have them here.
“I…don’t feel comfortable with answering that question.” I furrow my brows. “People openly say they’re from other planets in Vietnam?”
“No…” So nothing like the Priests of Pama in this city. “I was just wondering.”
“Well, most people like to keep to this planet.” Though there are some that are more beautiful.
Most people. Not my mother, apparently. “Do people also just carry weapons around here as well?” I ask, remembering the talk about daggers.
“Other than people from Texas, you’d have to get a permit, and that’s too much work for some people. So not really.” Aaand that makes you not normal. Great.
“Oh.” The States were still weird to me. “Well, always nice to have something to keep you safe just in case.” Although from her punch, it didn’t exactly same like she needed the daggers.
“Yeah…safe.” I zone out, putting up a mental block. Just in case.
I blink, looking at Idon. “And to answer your question from before, I have never had a…pop tart.” I scrunch up my nose. “If you could not tell, I did not even know they existed.” With a sigh, I add, “How devastating.”
“Shush, or I’ll have to beat you in training. Again.” I smirk at Idon. “And yes, how sad.”
Looking at the two cousins, I smile and ask, “And also. What exactly is cereal?”
“Cereal? Umm…it’s a breakfast food made from roasted grain, typically eaten with milk.” I recite.
“So…No rice?” I made a face. “You don’t eat rice for breakfast?” And roasted grain? I looked down at the ground, alarmed. “Who in the world…” I mutter in Vietnamese.
I scoff at Kristal. “Again. Sure.” I laugh dryly before looking back at Vanya. “It’s pieces of sugar flakes with milk poured over them.”
I grin at Vanya. “thật tuyệt, tôi cũng nói được một ít tiếng việt.” I nod.
“Sugar flakes?” That was even more confusing. “Why would you do that to your body? What about the noodles? Vegetables? Banh Bao, surely!” Sugar flakes? That sounded delicious, but the no rice or noodles thing was hurting my brain.
“I’m not American, nor were my parents. I don’t know.” I reply in Vietnamese. That’s what I like about being Asgardian: able to speak in many different languages without having to learn it.
My eyes widen and I clap happily with a smile. “Oh my.” I try to slow done my talking, I tend to talk fast. “Well, I’ll have to make you two some Banh Bao some day,” I reply in my native language.
“Sounds delicious. Even though I don’t know what it is.” I blink, smiling.
“It’s like a snack. But healthy, for the most part. Do you have those types of snacks here in America?” I tilt my head.
I squint, thinking about my pantry. “Not really. Baby carrots, I guess, if you’re into that sort of thing.”
“Yes, we do. They’re actually pretty good, in my opinion. Many of them are vegetable based, thank goodness. I’m not a huge fan of meat.”
I looked at the two, both of which gave me differencing answers. “I’m sure I’ll find something. But give me pop tarts any time.” My mouth watered at the thought. “Pop tarts….”
I pull out a second box out of my bag and hand it to her. “Don’t go too crazy.” I sigh.
I laugh at the look on her face. “Yes. Kris always has Pop Tarts.”
I grin and rip the box open, eating three viciously. This. This is what would have motivated me to do better in gymnastics. I would have died for these back in Vietnam. “Thank you, Kris,” I say, my mouth full.
“Don’t question it. Also, Blondie, steal my pop tarts again like that one time and I will tell your father.” Nope nope I won’t go near that guy, but threats are always fun.
“Noooo.” I whine, making a face at her. “He’ll kill me. Not really. But he’ll smite me.”
“Good. Oh, would you rather me tell your sister?” I snicker.
“Even worse.” I groan. “I swear, I’ll wake up with Pop Tarts shoved down my pants.”
I blinked at the pop tart-down-my-pants comment, then made a face.. “Hey, why are they called Pop Tarts if they aren’t tart?”
My eyes widen in shock. “I never realized that….” I’m shaken by the statement.
“They…just are.” I let out a whistle. “Not everything has meaning, especially in America.”
“America is weird,” I whisper as I bite into two more pop tarts.
“It truly was beautiful there, the architecture, the food, the art in general. The people…well, I liked the art better. What about you, Blondie?” I mess up his hair yet again because why not.
“The food. I loved the sports. Those were more interesting than the ones here.” I nod, eating a Pop Tart.
“Asgard?” I blinked, trying to place the name. “Ooh. I remember the Kree told me about it once. You’ve been to Asgard?”
“You could say that.” I smile. “More like I was raised there.”
“Oh, that’s so nice.” Nice to have a home you can look back and smile on. I smile as well. “It sounds lovely, from what the Priests have said.”
“It is. Best place in all of the Nine Realms.” I muse, nodding to myself.
“That’s one thing we can agree on.” I sigh. “Best place, not the best people.”
“Well, people tend to disappoint.” I shrug. “Other than that, it sounds wonderful. Vietnam was the same.”
“Well,” I start, “I lived in a village, though I suppose it was still classified as the slums of ** Chi Minh City. I liked being in the center of the city, though I didn’t get to go often. We also traveled around Vietnam a lot, so it was nice to see the different region’s cultures. I used to lived further up north, but I had to move in with my…[Read more]
Did I like it there? I suppose. “Well, I was sad to move, that’s for sure.” There goes my gymnastics career and the Olympics.
“Let’s just hope it was for the better.” Okay, I know more about her. That’s good.
Bored, I reached out through the room, trying to sense anything interesting or stuff I should know about people. A Kristal Rose Lokidottir, Idon Thorson, Vanya Bandt, and… Henry Maximoff? Interesting. Another telepath. I tried reading his thoughts, sorting through memories and feelings and thoughts, though at the moment they were all somewhat…[Read more]
I raised my brow, turning back as I noted her slightly vacant expression. “Who are you trying to read?”
“Henry Maximoff, the kid with the brown hair over there.” I say, deciding she was trustworthy enough for her to know about mind-reading. It’s a minor talents that can’t exactly be used against me anyway.
I nodded my head. “Interesting. Why him?” So she had decided to ‘tell’ me about one of her powers. Not like I hadn’t already figured it out, but it was a gesture.
“Oh of course. So… what has your past been like?” I finally pinpointed Adrianna’s face; she looked exactly like jean grey! That explained her power.
I stood at the edge of the group, feeling somewhat out of place. They’re friendly, at least try to get to know them, I ordered myself. This may be good for you.
Suddenly, I felt a presence tickling at the back of my mind. I reached out mentally, searching the area, and felt a surge of heat, accompanied by a fiery reddish-orange aura that f…[Read more]
Pulling out of his head, I tried not to make eye contact, holding my hands to my temples, and and Xyanna becoming cloaked from sight. Him seeing me was the last thing I needed.
“H’s a telepath, normally other telepaths can sense each other’s presence. Sadly, that means I can only know things about everyone else.” I shrugged, committing to memory everyone’s powers and parents.
“Well, I can give an example. See that Vietnamese girl? She’s daughter of Mantis. Vanya was left by her mother at a young age for a mysterious reason, but the problem was, now that the love of his life left, he didn’t want to be reminded of her. So she was given to her uncle, who actually ran a gymnastics facility in ** Chi Minh City. He thought V…[Read more]
My eyes widened in slight surprise, an emotion I don’t often feel. “Impressive.” I admit
“What can you do?” I asked, trying to change the subject from mind reading.
I shrugged, teleporting quickly next to that one guy Henry and then behind Adrianna with My special dagger to her throat. I step around her. “This and that.”
“Cool.” I said, before turning to face a teacher who was calling for everyone’s attention.
“Please head off to your first class. Adrianna, Xyanna, Kristal, Idon, Vanya, Henry, you’re in here for powers training. The roster for partners is on that wall.” the teacher said before leaving the room with all the other students. I lowered my hands,…[Read more]
I sighed. I didn’t mind powers training, not really. But I knew I had to hold back a lot, or I could seriously hurt someoen. And control wasn’t my best skills. I walked into the room with adrianna, peering at the roster. So I was paired with pixie cut, aka kris. This should be fun.
Great, I’m with Henry. Of course that would happen. I sighed, walking away from the roster for the moment.
I saunter over to the roster and check. Xyanna, eh? Sounds fun. Probably will fail, but fun, nonetheless.
I walk over, tilting my head at the roster. Oh, Idon. At least I know him. I don’t know his powers, but let’s see how this goes.
“Hey pixie girl.” I call to Kris. “Over here.” I gestured to the mat I stood on
I glance over at Vee. “Do me a favor, will you? Beat Blondie for me.” I jog over to the mat where I was waved over to. “I assume you’re Xyanna, then?”
I smile, nodding. “I’ll try. Good luck.” I look at her training partner.
“That I would be.” I smile slightly. She’s cute. And I can sense that she’s pretty powerful.
Power. She’s very powerful. That I can tell right off the bat. And quite hot. “And, by the way you shouted my name, I can deduce you know mine.”
“Your deduction would be correct.” I smirk. “Let’s begin.” I get into my sparring stance
“Please head off to your first class. Adrianna, Xyanna, Kristal, Idon, Vanya, Henry, you’re in here for powers training. The roster for partners is on that wall.”
The announcement ends and I shuffle over to the roster, dread gathering in my stomach. Hopefully whoever I’m paired with will be friendly. The last thing I need is making an enemy, a gif…[Read more]
“Looks like you’re with me, Idon.” I smile and look at him. “And to answer your question, not neccesarily. It was chance that I happened on San Francisco and this school, for the most part.”
“Cool.” I smile at Vanya. Not sure of her powers, but I don’t really lose too often. Could be a first. “Ah, I see.” I nod. “You want weapons?” I t.hrust out my hand, summoning my ax.
I stare at the axe, weighing my options. “To be perfectly honest, I don’t think so.” I give him a sheepish smile.
“That’s alright.” I smile, throwing the ax somewhere. I’ll get it later.
I nod gratefully, getting into a ready stance. “That seemed to be a pretty powerful weapon, however.
“It is.” I nod, smiling at the ax before getting into a fighting stance.
I tilt my head as I examine him, hands glowing slightly. “So, you’re Asgardian?” What do I know about Asgardians? The Kree priests went over it once. On my toes, I’m ready to either lunge or move backwards.
“Indeed I am.” I nod, studying her carefully. She has a graceful stance.
Ah, Asgardian. More suited for fighting, and he’s pretty strong. Noted. The energy blast would work, and if I can get closer to feel his emotions, I might be able to win. “Ah, okay.” I look for weak spots, not sure if I want to attack first.
“No hard feelings, right?” I flash her a charismatic grin as lightning crackles in my palms.
“Of course not. Though, Kris said I better beat you,” I told him, my palms lighting up.
“Of course she did.” I sigh, send a blast at her. Not enough to char her, just a shock.
I dodge, doing a back handspring and a twist in the air, landing as I shot a control energy blast at him.
I dodge the blast, but my jaw already dropped. “What…was…” I blink, remembering how she just…twisted. In the air.
I blink, countering the blast with lightning to send it back at her. “You’re a mortal?”
I dodge again, doing an aerial cartwheel and a tuck and roll, looking at the lighting. “Yes, I believe so.”
“Wow. Alright, then.” I nod, taking note of her…agility. I rise into the air, splitting my lightning into multiple ranches and firing it around her.
I put up my arms to cover my face, and one of the bolts hit my leg, which twitches, but I stop it easily, I slide under Idon and fire at his back.
I fly to the left, dodging the blast easily. Seeing she already healed herself, I bite my lip. Concerning. Though I’ll be fine. I turn to face her again, firing lighting that pushes her down.
I keep to the ground, staying low. I need to reach him somehow, but first I need to get out of this. I look up at him and fire energy beams all around him.
I dodge, quickly, but not quickly enough, one beam striking my leg. I bite my tongue, pressing the lightning harder.
Looking at his leg, I fire again at his arms, his other legs, and around his head. HIs vibration has been altered, which is good for me.
MY brow knits as I skirt away quickly. She seems to have some sort of fire blast.
I break free of the lighting and get, up fire at different spots of his body each time. I look up at him. I can flip high enough when he’s in the air to read his emotions.
I dodge again, this time a blast stroking my core. I shake it off, sending lighting to pin her wrists down.
The energy goes up wrists as I yank myself into rolling backwards and doing a handstand, going into a cartwheel. Rubbing my wrists, I try to find an angle where I can go for his head. Squinting, I use the blasts over and around his sides.
Ducking under the blasts, I see she already broke out of the lightning. She’s strong. I send a ball of lightning at her that encases her.
Good, he’s lower. I create a strong ball of energy and blast out of the lighting, standing up straight before running right towards him, leaping off the ground from a handspring to do a layout. As I ‘fly’ over him, I grab touch his temples and inhale deeply. My eyes glow a bright green as I pour my empathic abilities into him. “You are feeling…[Read more]
My eyes widen at Vanya, suddenly feeling fear wash over me. I back away, going to hide behind a stack of crates.
I do a flip on the crates and crouch down to him, my hands glowing. Blinking, I scan him. That might have been a little too much. Oh well. I shoot at him again, just enough to get him down.
I scream, rolling out of the way and casting a shield of lightening around me as I fly up into the rafters.
I look up at him, blinking. “Oh, cậu bé,” I mutter. “Idon?” I ask gently.
“We’re in the middle of a fight. You need to get down,” I coax, smiling.
The glow in my hands goes away. “Idon, please? I think I have more…Pop Tarts.”
Getting the Pop Tart box, I put it out in front of me and sit down calmly. I start to eat one.
Smiling softly, I hold out the box of the yummy goodness and shake it. “Here.”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I sooth, smiling. I’m gentle as I hold out a poptart.
I make a face, lying flat on my stomach and army-crawling over to her, grabbing the Poptart and retreating.
“Wait, please come back.” I nod, holding another poptart. “I can help you.”
“I have a special ability to help. Please? It’ll make you feel better. And you can have another Pop Tart!” I smiled.
“Fine.” I eventually agree, scooting close to her and shoving the Pop Tart in my mouth.
I smile, touching his temples. My eyes glow a bright green. “You are confident,” I whisper, changing Idon back to his original self.
The fear falls away, leaving me confused and mad. “What did you do?” I ask angrily, backing away.
I get up, brushing myself off. “My apologies. I messed with your emotions.”
“It’s one of my abilities,” I explain. He’s giving me that look. I didn’t know looks could follow you to other countries.
“I know,” I reply quietly. “And I know we just met, but if you have to talk…” I inhale and press my lips in a tight line.
I force a half-smile. “Thanks.” I exhale, regaining my composure. “Well. You won.” I smile.
“Don’t apologize. It was…tactful.” I blink. “That’s a word, right?”
“It is. And I suppose so.” My eyes glaze for a moment as I think about Vietnam and my house. Not a home. Never a home. Smiling as shake my head. “I am sure you would have been able to defeat me with your axe.”
I grin, nodding. “I suppose so. Or if I knew about the…“ I gesture to my head and her hands.
“Empathic abilities are a very good thing to have in defeating an opponent. Everyone has feelings, even if they do not show it.” I nod. “Though that’s not all I can do. And I suppose what you did is not all what you could, either.”
“That’s true.” I agree thoughtfully. “Gives more to the phrases, not everyone is what they seem.”
“No, they are not,” I agree, smiling slightly. This has been nice. For the most part. I just hope my uncle doesn’t come looking for me. “A lot of things are that way. Like a school like this in America.”
I look at him. “Pop Tart?” I ask, holding out the box. As much as I love them and would actually die for them, I seemed to have hurt his pride today, and he seemed to love these only a little less than I do.
“Always,” I grin, taking it. “You don’t want the whole box to yourself? Wow. You have more self-control than I do.”
“You seem to love these things almost as much as I do,” I reply. “And I suppose you could call it self control.”
“Almost as much for sure.” I smile at her. “What else would you call it?”
I thought for a minute. “Discipline from others.” I felt much to calm saying that, the memories it brought up were not happy ones.
I blink twice before understanding what she means. “Oh, gods. I’m sorry, Vanya.”
I shrugged, my face still peaceful. Glancing out the window, I see a blur of her. “Oh, no.”
Just because gymnastics helped to clear my mind, I did a double front handspring over with a flip and landed right in front of the window to see the dog that had been following me since Asia. “Fred!”
I whistle after watching her, impressed. Then I see a dog. “A dog!” I exclaim, scrambling over.
Fred and I have a long conversation, and I sigh. “Idon, this is Fred. A shiba inu. Fred, this is Idon.”
Fred started barking like crazy, so I gave him a look and he quieted down. “He likes you a lot.”
“He followed me from Asia,” I explain. “I couldn’t leave him behind.” Technically, I stole him, but we don’t have to talk about that.
Fred licked Idon as I shrugged and smiled slightly. “I couldn’t leave a dog so nice to me behind.”
“Still. That’s a very nice thing to do.” I nod, laughing as Fred licks me.
“Being nice is always the thing to do,” I reply. “Most of the time.” I smile as Fred barks at me. “Yes, yes. I promise to get you food later.”
I know about his emotions, but it might be good to look into his life. “So, you know a little about me. What about you?”
“That’s a nice philosophy.” I agree, petting Fred’s head before I grin to myself. “Nice, philosophy. Because you’re being nice. Get it?” I laugh again.
I make a face, thinking. “Well. My dad is Thor. I have a little sister named Eya. Kristal, who you met, is my cousin.”
“Your hair is very nice,” I assure him. “But it’s the way you carry yourself, along with physique and features.”
I shrug and look back at Fred. “And you. Go.” Fred nodding, barking at Idon and running off.
“Confident, proud.” I have a list of other things, but I don’t want to say. I already violated his emotions, don’t want him to get more mad.
“I guess that’s true. Perhaps loud, as well.” I laugh, my laugh echoing through the center.
“Loud works as well,” I agree, looking at him with interest. He was nice. He didn’t have to be. How odd.
“So, how long have you been here in America?” I ask her. No use talking too much more about myself. She probably didn’t care to hear.
“About a week. Ergo, the Pop Tart incident.” I play with my hands out of habit.
“Ah, I see. You’re English is rather good.” I nod, running a hand through my hair carefully.
“Thank you. I still get a little confused on words, but I’m working on it.” And I had to learn it for competitions. Well, the Olympics, which I wasn’t going to be in anytime soon.
“It just…” I look around. “Everything is so different here. It’s weird, I suppose you could say.”
“America is weird.” I agree. “I thought so too when I first came here.”
“I am still confused about a lot. And your fast food restaurants.” I just shrugged. “And this is a democratic country.”
“Fast food is…interesting.” I agree with a laugh. “I’m also not used to it. Back on Asgard, we had a monarchy. I was to be the next king.” I sigh, thinking about what could’ve been.
I smile. “Oh, that’s exciting.” I was supposed to be one of the top gymnasts of the country, and maybe the world. That’s what my uncle told me, but he was wrong about a lot of things. “Vietnam was a communist country.”
I blinked, unknowing of what communism is. “Ah. I see.” I nod, playing it off. I don’t want to seem like too much of an idiot.
“It’s essentially where everyone is equal,” I explain. “Everyone gets paid the same and the government controls a lot.”
“Sounds nice. A bit like Asgard. Not really, though.” I conclude.
“It’s different,” I agree. “Here, people are screaming their freedom from the rooftops.” Freedom must be nice. I have never been free,
“That’s true. There’s more flags if America here than there are stars in the sky.” I laugh heartily. “Metaphorically, of course.”
“It’s good to be proud of your country,” I say, eating another pop tart.
“It is indeed.” I agree, surveying her. “Are you proud of yours?”
“That’s a first. Let’s try with. Before we start, I’d love it if you wouldn’t kill me during this. You seem quite powerful.” I take out my daggers, adjusting my stance.
In that moment, I know exactly how this fight is going to go. And I know how to begin forming my tactics. Not just for this fight, but for all my hero years. I teleport to behind Kris, kicking her onto the ground as I hold my dagger to her neck, bringing my head far enough away that she can’t head **** me, and bracing my feet against the Mat so i…[Read more]
Lovely. I smirk and slash at her wrists with my daggers, teleporting away to the other side of the mat. “You are quite good.”
I frown. Dam it. Have to tune it down a notch. I lunge toward her with an off balance kick, directed at her shoulder.
Instead of flipping and landing, I fall ******* the mat and make a hissing noise. I send a purple blast at Kris but I can tell it is way off target. Then I accidentally drop my dagger. Was that too much? Hopefully not
I dodge the bolt easily and glide to the opposite side of mat. “I’d help you get up, but we both know you’re playing at something. You can’t be that easily defeated, Xyanna.”
Dam it! I really need to get better at being bad. At least I can I hide my emotions well. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I say innocently. “I’m just not on top of my game today.” My face is schooled into stone cold seriousness. I’ve found that one of the most effective strategies to apply is weakness, as the tactic of having someone…[Read more]
Dam this girl. Fine. I’d bump it up to 1% power level. After all there was only five others in this room. I’d make sure they kept quiet. I shot a blast at Kris, twisting me hand as it broke into four streaks, shooting straight at her from different angles. While she was distracted by that, I slide tackled her to the ground, leaving light cuts on…[Read more]
“Daaaaaam.” She’s dangerous. And hot. I like her. I shove her off of me and flip up onto my feet. I punch her in the face.
Ow. Did not see that coming. I return the favor, although I might have gone a little too hard, as she flies into the wall. I wince, and then form purple manacles of pure power around her arms and legs, so tight that she can’t teleport out.
Well, I’m *******…probably. I shapeshift into a crow and cast an illusion as I fly around her, so it looks like a murder of crows is surrounding her.
Ah. So she had to be one of the crows. I close my eyes, letting my other sense take over. One of them definitely smells more human. I wave my hand, and all the other crows turn to bubbles. I throw my dagger, pinning the remaining crows wing to the wall.
“It was on the roster,” I supply, hoping she hasn’t figured out my powers yet. I look at the floor. “Should we start?”
So he hasn’t gone into my mind yet, interesting. “Sure.” I say, staying on the ground to try and keep from giving away too much about my powers until I knew all of his. Based on the quick check in his head, he’s an empath with aura sensitivity, and photometry (just pretend it’s spelled right).
I reposition my feet. Take a defensive stance, hands spread slightly, ready to retaliate with a blast or a shield should she advance first. She doesn’t, so I form a shield in the air and push it outwards.
My feet leave the ground and I’m caught off balance, lifted into the air. Flailing blindly, my hand lashes out and touches something solid, knocking it to the ground. Adrianna rematerializes and the invisible force holding me disappears, sending me tumbling.
I’m getting bored. With a flick of my fingers, a cave of energy surrounds her, molding to her shape so even if she shape shifts it still surrounds her. A tendril of energy circles her throat, slowly growing tighter and tighter. I have a knack for guessing weaknesses.
I collapse to my knees after a minute, trying to get this energy-thing off of my throat.
“Do you yield?” I ask calmly, feeling a slight twinge if guilt. ‘This is why you’ll never be a true hero, Xyanna.’ A voice whispers in my head. ‘You are too cruel, too heartless’
Just in time, I create a shield between me and the wall that cushions the impact slightly. Rubbing my arm, I size up Adrianna. She’s definitely more powerful than I realized. I reach out, feeling for her aura, and am hit with another strong blast of heat and emotions. It’s the same aura I sensed meddling with my brain earlier. I reach for it,…[Read more]
I realize that Kris has almost lost consciousness, and immediately release her as she falls on the floor. “F*ck.” I whispered, filling with horror. Now I’d done it. I’d gone too far, just like I always did. I’d never be a real hero. I teleported to the top of the roof, sitting down cross legged as I closed my eyes. I needed to meditate, to get ou…[Read more]
I take a big gulp of air, my hand flying to my throat. She’s powerful and hot. Mmmk, let’s try not to pull a gay. Once my throat is healed and my breathing is normal, I teleport her dagger back to her.
I notice m dagger appear next to me and sigh. Kris must have awoken. At least she’s ok. I should go back now and apologize, but I just can’t bring myself too. I’m afraid to see the expression on her face, and the others too. The one that knows I don’t belong here.
I teleport to her. “You’re good. I should formally introduce myself: I’m Kris.” I stick out my hand. My face is a little red, but that’s only from the fighting, definitely not from Xyanna herself.
I crack a tiny smile. “I’m really sorry about what happened back there, I just… “ I shrugged, embarrassed, and shake my head. “Anyway, I’m Xyanna. Nice to meet you too.” I shake her hand bashfully. She’s really cute.
“Don’t be. You should strive to win, no matter the cost. That’s what I think, anyway.” I glance over to her and notice a certain look on her face. I wiggle my eyebrows. “You feeling okay? Your face is red.” Well, mine is too, but hopefully she doesn’t see that.
I raise my brow, my expression immediately turning stoic. “Yours is as well. I simply feel guilty for accidentally hurting you. And ‘no matter the cause’ is something I try to avoid for obvious reasons.” I turn away. I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to make allies.
“Winning’s all that matters. Why should anything else?” I turn my face away from her. “Everyone else leaves. Why bother making friends if they’re just going to leave?”
I nod. Maybe she understands. “Yes exactly. It’s better to have allies than friends. Especially if your a hero, then attachments just got in the way. And what matters is justice.” and fulfilling my parents’ legacy
I burst out in laughter. “Justice? You actually believe in that stuff?”
“Justice.” I repeat, “For the world.” For my parents. “If you don’t believe in justice, why are you here?”
“I do believe in some forms of justice, as in doing whatever it takes to achieve it. So, my form of justice is more like revenge. Why am I here, you ask? I have no dam clue.” I chuckle, but there’s no humor in it. “If being friends is off the table and, personally, I hate the word acquaintances, could I consider you an ally? Not like you need one, anyway.”
I think for a moment, surveying Kris. She’s a bit of a loose cannon, but then again, so am I. And although I do not agree with her ‘at all costs’ method, she is powerful. “Allies.” I nod. “As long as I don’t have to hang out with your arrogant cousin.” My lip curls. “Those who think they are doing everyone a favor by simply existing are not…[Read more]
(was that a reference to something bc I feel like I’ve heard it before)
(I put it in my bio but I feel like someone’s said it at some point)
“You don’t have to hang around him, unless you want to beat him up sometime.” I smirk. “Do you like pop tarts? I have some in my bag if you want any.” She can turn her emotions off with a flick of a switch, it seems. Plus, having someone to watch your back is always good. “That is, if Blondie didn’t eat them all.” I narrow my eyes, already knowing…[Read more]
I smile slightly. “I might take you up on that offer. Both of those offers, actually. The pop tarts and the beating up the blonde.”
“Let’s get back, then, and hope that he hasn’t eaten them all.”
Blood seeps from my shoulder and it takes me a moment to register the shock before the pain hits. A sharp cry comes out of my mouth and my hands scramble to pull the arrow out of my shoulder. Grimacing, I cover the wound with a shaking hand and will the skin to knit back together and staunch the flow of blood. With my other hand, I fire a bolt of…[Read more]
****. I lift my hand, a shield appearing, using it to make my way over to a stack of blocks. I perr out from behind it, shooting an arrow at his foot.
The second arrow comes flying at me but I’m ready for it. Rolling out of the way, I send another bolt at Adrianna and then lift her in the air telekinetically, blue energy swirling around her.
I stared at the girl hovering in the air a few meters away from me, the two of us struggling to be free of the others’ telekinesis. With an arc of my hand, a burst of blue light soared towards Adrianna, hitting and distracting her right before I released my hold and dropped her to the ground.
Wincing in pain, I drag myself to my feet. So much for making new friends. The muscles in my right hand tense and I slowly move it in a rippling motion. Wisps of blue energy gather around my fingers, swirling into the air. My fingers pulse and the energy turns fiery red, the same color as Adrianna’s aura, entering her head. Stop fighting, I…[Read more]
Confused, I dropped my bow. Maybe fighting wasn’t a good idea, maybe this was though. I raise my hand and he falls back, wrists pinned to the ground by some force. I enter his mind, reading around. Other powers include phasing, flight, healing, and energy manipulation/conduction.He gets stressed easy and flustered even easier. I began taking…[Read more]
(I actually forgot I had phasing lol)
Adrianna pauses. Taking that as a sign my suggestion had worked, I allow myself to relax.
Aura sensitivity… that might explain the urge to stop fighting. Exiting his mind, I lift him into the air. “Thanks for messing with my head, but I guess I may as well return the favor.” I say, shrugging as he crashes into the wall, scrambling his thoughts so it’s hard to tell where he is or what he’s doing.
I rub my head, my thoughts jumbled and confused. Bleary, I manage to prop myself up on my elbows and hold out a hand. “I think we’re done,” I croak.
“I don’t think we’ve officially met beyond blasting each other into walls,” I say. “Nice to meet you.”
I ****** the pop tart box from Vanya and Idon, sticking my tounge out at him once I see that the box is empty. I toss the box back at his face and teleport one from my pantry into my hands. “Here.” I give Xyanna one. I duck my head, but it’s definitely not from the fact that I think she’s super cute and I’m actually standing next to her..okay it is that.
I blink, nodding to Kris and her training partner. “Hello.”
“I did,” I say gently, looking at Idon for a second, then back to Kris and her partner.
I grin at kris. “Thanks. What’s your favorite kind?” I notice again how cute her pixie cut is and how nice she is in general but I quickly put that out of my mind.
“Great job, Vee.” I give her a thumbs up. I then look at Xy with a grin. “I like whatever, but my favorite is…I think it would be the oreo ones. What’s yours?”
“Wait, there’s more flavors?!?” My eyes widen in surprise and excitement. I haven’t been this excited, or even shown this much emotion in ages,
My mouth parts in surprise. “Ôi trời ơi.” I am eating them all one day. My mouth waters at the thought.
“There definitely is.” I agree, resting my elbow on my cousin’s shoulder.
I shove him off me. “Get off me.” I then look at Vee. “I…have no comment about that statement.” Yes, America has it’s nice parts, but I don’t think that outweighs the negativity.
“Well, you have pop tarts, so it can’t be the worst,” I say still thinking about the amazing food item.
I raise my brow. “It’s pretty sucky. And I am a tried and true strawberry fan.”
“Definitely not the best.” I snort. “Strawberry is…okay.” I make a face.
“Alright. Strawberry’s pretty good too.” A strawberry pop tart appears in her hand. “My dad is gonna kill me. We’re gonna be all out of pop tarts.” I shrug. “Meh. It’ll be okay. Blondie, I’ll be blaming you.”
“If your dad comes after me, I’m telling my dad you were the one who broke our neighbor’s window.” I stick my tongue out at her.
I look up and make a mental note to try and go to the store to buy as many types of pop tarts as I can. More pop art flavors. This is one of the best days of my life.
“Well, at least my dad doesn’t drive an obsolete, second hand Nissan.”
I roll my eyes, slugging her in the shoulder. “Well, yours doesn’t drive around in a chariot either.”
“But a Tesla is definitely better than a Nissan.” I do a little hair toss.
“I am not going to start another pointless verbal fight.” I put the pop tart box down and punch him in the face, getting into a fighting stance. “Come on. You owe me a good fight.”
I smirk. “I second that.” Then I glare at Blondie. He seems so stuck up.
I grin, jabbing my hand out as my axe flies right into it.
I blink, looking at all three of them and shrug. If I’m being completely honest, I’m still thinking about Pop Tarts.
My bet is so on Kris. And it wouldn’t hurt to embarrass Idon along the way, would it? No one would ever know I’d use the mind stone. They’d blame that Vee girl, and I wouldn’t complain. I ignore the voice that tells me that this is wrong. What’s wrong with having some fun when someone deserves it?
Though I’m technically already warmed up, I send weak bolts at the wall.
“I’ll go easy on you. You go first.” A wave of green magic washes over me and I get into my ‘hero’ outfit thingie. It allows for freer movement, gives more protection, and makes me look good. A triple win.
“Nice outfit.” I give her a thumbs up before throwing a bolt of lightning at her. I always start easy.
I sidestep the bolt with a yawn. “Forgot how boring you were to fight, Blondie. Can you actually make this fun?”
“Jeez.” I roll my shoulders. “I’m re-warning up.” I blast another feeble bolt at either side of her.
“Jeez,” I roll my shoulders. “I’m re-warming up. Give me a moment.” I send three bolts at her, one to her front and the others flanking her.
I calmly step back. “Well, can you re-warm-up quicker? I might just fall asleep by the pace that this is going right now.”
“Why don’t you do something, lazy?” I spin a ball of lightning on my fingertip like a basketball.
I smirk “kris is so winning this, blonde kid.” I tweak his mind just slightly so he’s a bit more clumsy than usual
“Alright.” I tackle him and start punching him in the face, having to remind myself that the lightning in his hands is not his father’s. I pin him down. “What did you say earlier, you weak, insignificant little coward?” I take the tip if my dagger and poke it at his cheek, drawing blood. “What are you gonna do, shock me? I’m not afraid of a little…[Read more]
My eyes narrow up at her as lightning crackles under my palms. I strike her in the chest, making her fly into the wall. I stand up quickly, analyzing her.
A look of fear crosses my face, but it quickly disappears with a smirk. “That all you got? I must say, I am disappointed.” I stand up and get out my daggers again.
“You too.” I reply to Henry, somewhat shocked he didn’t hate me for messing with his head.
(He kinda does XD)
I eye her warily. I’m still trying to figure her out. She’s powerful, definitely, and dangerous. But underneath all that, I don’t know what to make of her. I did catch her snooping through my mind earlier today, but she could have been doing that to everyone else as well.
“I caught you in my brain earlier,” I say, averting my gaze. She scares me. A bit. Okay, maybe a lot.
“Sorry, I’m just use to knowing things about everyone, and being the only telepath.” I mutter, face red from embarrassment. I can feel Xyanna do something to Idon from a distance, not sure whether or not it matters.
I throw the daggers at him, aiming at his heart cause why not?
I send a swift bolt of lightning at the daggers, making them drop to the ground, smoking slightly.
I cross my arms, watching the show. They’re both powerful, but while idon is more brute force, Kris is more cunning and sly.
“Can you do anything but that, sparkles?” I sneer, bored.
Taking my thoughts away from poptarts for one second, I examine the two in my usual neutral expression. The bolts of lighting are very powerful and the flight might be good, as will Idon’s weapon. However, Kris seems to be thinking ahead a couple steps and jabbing the at Idon’s emotions.
I fly up to match him. “You want to leave that quickly? Wow.” I keep throwing daggers.
“Come on. Can you fight like a man with no lightning- oh wait. You’re just a boy.” I stop the daggers and glare at him.
I put a hand to my heart. “Kris. That hurts me.” I twirl my axe in my hands.
“Aww, did I hurt the little boy’s feelings?” I say like I’m talking to a baby. I summon my longer daggers, just barely short enough to not be qualified as a short sword.
“Maybe not my feelings. Probably just my pride.” I sigh, throwing my axe at her shoulder.
I dodge it then catch it by it’s hilt. “And we all know how large your pride is. It’s almost as big as your ego, which makes Midgard look like a marble.”
“Gotta agree with that.” I mutter with a smirk, making Idon trip and fall on his face.
I let go of the axe. “Can you actually give me a challenge for once?”
“So needy.” I scoff, pinning her to the wall with boys of lighting. I grin, making it rain on her face.
“It’s raining it’s pouring the old man is snoring.” I whisper to myself, and consider making idon fall asleep. But that would be too obvious.
“Hey! My hair!” I pout. My heart rate increases as it rains. I close my eyes and blast a beam of energy square at his chest. For a moment, my eyes don’t see Idon there, only Thor. I take down my tiny mental block and use that extra energy to break the bonds.
I dodge the blast, but it catches my upper arm. I swallow the pain, sending a wall of lightening at her.
I turn into a crow and try to fly away, but it catches my tail. I transform back and grimace in pain. I fly back up, waiting for his next move.
“So, so what! I’m still a rockstar! I got my rock moves!” I take out my pistol and aim it at his head. “And I don’t need you!”
“This is boring.” I sigh. It’s still raining cats and dogs. Suddenly a few raindrops transform into puppies which I quickly catch in an energy trampoline. I wince.
“Guess what! I’m having more fun!” Thanks, Eya. I grin, throwing the axe at her hand and knocking the pistol to the ground.
I blink at the puppies. “Oh. Hello.” Tilting my head to listen to them, I nod. “Okay, then. There’s a fight going on that we’re trying to watch.” I look back up.
“And now that we’re done, I’m gonna show you tonight!” I dodge the cats and dogs, taking out yet another pistol.
I smile. Well at least someone enjoys the animals. Getting bored, I teleport to adri and Henry. “Aloha.”
“I’m alright!” I smack the pistol out of her hands with another throw of my axe, moving out of the way of a puppy.
I take out another pistol and keep shooting at him before he can take it away. “And you’re a tool.”
I look at the falling dogs, catching them in the air and putting them down the best she could, though it was difficult. She wasn’t even paying attention to the fight at this point.
“You’re a fool.” I make a face at her, flying under the bullets with ease.
“Kitsune!” I yell, as the fox jumps out of my hand, chasing one of the dogs. “A little help please?” I ask Henry, waving him over while chasing Kitsune.
No one acknowledges my existence. This is very boring. I was doing much more justice and help when flying around the galaxy like a vigilante Robin Hood. Maybe I should just leave. But my parents…
“Watch out,” I call to Xyanna, leap-diving over her to grab a puppy. I held it in my arms as I fall on the ground. Not my most graceful landing.
I sigh. Well this is fun. I think for a moment, and then freeze time. Sometimes I do this to think. Looking around, I notice a fox running away with Henry and Adriana chasing after it. I walk over, picking up the fox and placing it in Henry’s arms. Then I take idon’s axe and turn it into a pop tart
I fly to the side, blasting the grenades so they explode elsewhere. I look at my hand and see a box of Pop Tarts. “Wha…”
I snicker. “That wasn’t me, I swear.” The pop tart box changes to a grenade set to explode in 3 seconds. “Now THAT was me.”
I fly towards him, the grenade exploding behind me. With a smirk, I blast multiple places around him with energy.
I dodge the blast, contortionist myself into different positions to dodge, though a blast strikes my knee.
I land on the ground and take out a book, waiting for his next move.
I grin, blasting her book to shreds. I know how annoyed it will make her.
“WHAT THE H.ECK, DUDE?!” I scream. “YOU MADE ME LOSE MY PAGE!!” I whirl on him and pin him down with energy blasts. One of them wraps around Idon’s throat. I don’t stop it. “Seriously! You can be so rude sometimes!”
I laugh, lightning shocking the energy blasts off. “I know.”
“It’s 984 pages! 121 chapters! Kingdom of Ash in the Throne of Glass series! Look it up! Do you know how long it took me to get there?” I whine. Daggers fly and make a cage around him.
“You’ll be okay.” I give her a cocky smile, breaking the cage with a ball of lightning.
I take a deep breath and compose myself. “I suppose. You won’t, though. Would you like frosty to come out and play?”
“I can just get another one from the library, so you’d have to be paying them. And, it’s not the book. It’s the fact you made me lose my page.”
“American money. It’s not like they take Asgardian currency here.”
“Fine.” I sigh, digging through the depths of my pockets and pulling out a wad of bills. “I’ve only got seven.”
The girl places Adrianna’s fox in my arms and I set it down gingerly.
Smiling at Henry, I grab him in a hug. “Thank you thank you thank you!” I pull away, grabbing Kitsune and running over to Xyanna, pulling her into a hallway, away from all the chaos.
I freeze. “Uh… sure…” Adrianna heads over to the girl who handed me the fox, leaving me space to lie down for a moment and nibble on a tangerine I brought from home.
“Why’d you mess with Idon’s head during their fight?” I ask, putting Kitsune in my backpack.
I snort. “What are you talking about? It’s not like I meant for the puppies to appear.” I laughed
“Why’d you change Idon’s mindset, making him a bit more on the clumsy side, in the middle of the fight?”
“Oh please. Mental blocks only stop me from going into your mind to search, not hearing you think. So, why’d you do it?”
“Like I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I turn to leave
“Either tell me why you did it, and what you know about other people, or I’m going to tell Idon you messed with his head. How do you think he’d take it knowing you messed with him for no reason?” I ask as she stops walking away.
I roll my eyes. “It’s not like he’d believe you.” But what if they realized something was up with me? They couldn’t find out about the other stones. I still masked my expression, but I was deep in thought. I wasn’t about to concede to this girl, nor was I Going to underestimate her. She could probably convince everyone I was evil. I turned to f…[Read more]
“Wanna bet?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “Cut the ****, Xyanna. I know you did it, I heard you think about it and could sense you doing it. I’m not dumb, so, we have a deal?”
“What is it you want, Adrianna?” I sneer. “there’s not much I have to offer.”
“I want information. Reading minds can only take me so far, I want to know people’s secrets. Seeing as I’m shy, and you’re not, you can get that stuff out of people.”
I finish my tangerine and notice the girl sitting next to me, cradling a puppy. She was in the group I tried to approach earlier. She seems nice. “Hi, I’m Henry,” I try.
“And here I thought you got the idea.” I say, annoyed, walking away, whispering in her head. Take the deal or leave it, Xyanna. Though leaving it would be a poor decision.
She’s right. I did get it. However it never hurts to search for more. Adrianna, there’s more to your mask that even you know. I whisper back. I have my suspicions.
I guess we’ll never know. I reply, dismissing her comment and heading to catch a limo that was parked outside the double doors to the school. (We shall end the day here so we can move on to a bad guy once we’re back at school)
What an interesting day it had been… I had a feeling of foreboding that something was coming, but I had no idea what
Climbing into the limo, I tap the driver’s shoulder and tell him to take me home. He complies and I climb out of the limo, walking up to the large house, I push open the doors, waving hi to Rachel, Magik, SunSpot, Sam, Danielle, Rahne, Cecilia, and Mirage, the other mutant kids who are staying at this house. The X-Men had bought it years ago to…[Read more]
I turn away from the fight and set Aurora down. What a day. With a small yawn, I grab my bag. Now time to find my room here. It wasn’t very hard, but it was just surprising. I actually had a nice place to rest after a week of being on the run in a new country. Setting my bag down, I looked around the room. Yeah. I would like it here, I think.
“Just pay me back tomorrow.” I call out to him, flying back home.
“Did you kill anyone?” Loki asks.
“No. Almost died once.”
“A pretty hot girl named Xyanna.”
“Does my daughter have a crush?”
“No. Emotions are just a distraction. She’s an ally.”
“Better than enemies.” He smirks.
I sigh. “Idon owes me money because he destroyed my book.…[Read more]
I stood, surrounded by a group of the X-Men kids. They stared at me, fear in their eyes. “W-what’s going on?” I asked.
“W-why would you?” one girl said.
“How could you?” one boy said.
“I thought you were our friend!” another person said.
I spun, all of them backing away. “Stop it…” I muttered, falling backwards.
“You’re no hero at all,…[Read more]
Stepping out of the limo at school, I tried blowing a hair out of my face, slight fever burning from the night. As soon as I step on the school grounds, an alarm goes off. “SAVE THE DAY ALARM!” I hear someone yell, I turn, seeing Venom throwing a car at a woman and her baby. The one from my dream. I shake a little but stop myself, lifting out my…[Read more]
I arrive at school and hear the same alarm. “Great.” I mutter, facing Venom. I see a few civilians on the sidelines and rush over, teleporting them to safety. That’s what heros are supposed to do, right? I mean, that’s what the things I’ve read about them tell.
I arrive at school and hear the same alarm. “Great.” I mutter, facing Venom. I see a few civilians on the sidelines and rush over, teleporting them to safety. That’s what heros are supposed to do, right? I mean, that’s what the things I’ve read about them tell.
Venom reaches for a family to grab, and I lift them off the ground, out of his reach.
Once I’m sure that most of the civilians are out of the way, I turn to Venom. How does one beat Venom? I take a gun and shoot him, testing to see if he has any weaknesses.
As I run into school, late, my frown deepens as I hear commotion on the other side of the school. I fly up and over, my eyes narrowing once I spot Venom. “Dam.”
With my brows furrowed slightly, I pull myself up on a tree branch so I can examine him more closely.
“Hey, Blondie. Did ya get my money?” I call over my shoulder. “Don’t think that just because there’s a threat you’re getting off easy.”
“I did. Sort of. I couldn’t get enough from E, so I brought you three pop tarts.” I offer, flying beside her.
“Hey, Blondie. Did ya get my money?” I call over my shoulder. “Don’t think that just because there’s a threat you’re getting off easy.”
A half eaten bagel in hand, I sprint into the parking lot to get a better look at whatever that… thing is. My mom and dad step out of the car, already alert. “Want us to handle him?” my mom asks, hands glowing.
“It’s okay, it’s probably just a test… or something,” I answer. The two of them are just getting back into the car when a Volvo…[Read more]
Holding the family up in the air with one hand, I use my other to grab my temples, becoming invisible to only Venom. So do the other heros. Get rid of him. I whisper in their minds, trying to put the family down on a roof.
“Got it.” I give a thumbs up to Adrianna. (do they know each other yet?)
I ****** the money from Idon’s back pocket. “Mmmhm. Blondie, have any ideas?”
“At the moment, not really. So this is Venom?” I squint at the rather grotesque looking monster.
Nodding, I swing from the branch and land gracefully on the ground close to Kris and Idon. “Villains in Amercia are quite odd.”
“They can’t just be a simple dwarf or fire monster, could they? Not even a frost giant. Instead, we get…this.” I gesture to Venom.
“It’s…oozing.” I comment, tilting my head. “How does one go about defeating it?”
“Did anyone find any weaknesses to it? Did it respond to any blasts or other variables?” I glance at the two.
“His powers are strength, regeneration, and shape shifting. It’s a symbiote, I believe.” I scour my brain for knowledge.
“I could send a blast down his throat, fry him from the inside.” i suggest
(Adrianna hadn’t met any of the Kristal-Idon-Vanya group yet)
Fire. He can’t stand it, get him on fire.
I raised my brow. She should have no trouble with that. But she was hiding it for some reason…. hmmmm. “Would a blast down his throat work to fry him from the inside? Same type of thing as fire, just not… fire.”
“Fire?” I blink, turning to my cousin. “Kris, you got gasoline?”
I sigh. “Isn’t it more dangerous to keep him running around?”
Gasoline appears in my hands. “Are we doing it or not?” I yawn.
“I agree we should use fire, but we need to try and contain it somehow.” I pull my hair back.
“True enough.” I agree, feeling lightning spiral up my arms.
Whatever you’re gonna do, do it now. I say in their heads, lifting another family out of the way of Venom.
“Sounds good.” I sigh, summoning up a collection of bolts and sending their wrath down upon the ooze creature.
The gasoline disappears. “Guess we won’t be needing that.”
“The lighting would probably be easier, anyway.” I shrug.
I slowly take my hand away from my temples, leaving us all to be seen again.
“I’m still keeping the money.” I shove it in my back pocket and button my blazer with a sigh. “What now?”
“I dearly hope not.” MY face scrunches as I look at the mess.
I cast an illusion that makes it look like there’s no mess. “Now we don’t. Let’s just hope that nobody gets hurt.”
I give her a look. “Can’t you just like…” I whisk my hands around. “To another planet?”
“We have class still, you know.” I say, brushing past them towards the academy.
“Oh,. Right.” I nod and brush myself off. Back to the school. Better than Vietnam, at least.
“I don’t even want to be here.” I mutter, shaking my head.
“Me neither, cousin.” I clap her on the back, picking a piece of ooze off my shirt.
I sling my arm around him as we walk. “When can I see Eya again?”
“SHe’s been asking the same question.” I laugh. “Soon, hopefully. You can come to one of her soccer games, if you want. Usually my dad only comes to half of them.”
“No, no you don’t.” I agree with a laugh. I look around, biting my lip. “Hey, Kris, can I ask you a…weird question?”
(um, fought and took down Venom now heading into the school for a power training session that’s not fighting each other but learning how to control stuff)
“Yeah, sure. What is it?” I put on a practiced, fake smile.
I sigh as I walk into the school, heading to power training where we learn to’control our powers’. If we hadn’t already learned to do that, we’d be dead, so this class seems pointless to me. But I go sit in the back near Adrianna anyway.
I walk past Idon and Kris into the school and into a classroom. We were going to be controlling our powers, or learning too. I sat a couples rows back, near the wall.
I bite my lip, putting my hands in my pockets. “What do you think about Vanya?”
“She seems pretty cool. Like, she’s nice, but powerful. Why?” I look closer at his expression and smirk. “Definitely cruuuuush material.” I tease as I saunter into the classroom, taking a seat off to the side.
I write something down and pass it to him. ‘I won’t tell her if you don’t tell Xy.’
I frown at the note. ‘Tell Xy what?’ I write, before my eyes widen and I grin, poking her teasingly.
I smack him across the face. “Do we have a deal?” I whisper.
I smirk. “Ah, pain. I love seeing people in pain.” Aaaand this is why I shouldn’t be here, among other reasons. “Hey, c.uz? Why do you even think we’re here, in this place?”
“Well, I’m here because my dad said ‘my abilities should be nurtured.” I quote my father.
“That’s unnecessary. You’re one of the strongest people I know, power-wise.” I pick at my nails. “My dad said to go here because there’s potential allies…and a library.”
“Allies?” I tilt my head. “Ah. Well, the library is rather large.”
“‘Emotions are just a weakness’.” I repeat from my conversation with my dad last night. “Also…um, my dad kinda knows you’re here. He’s not going to try anything, I promise. Just thought you’d want to know.” Well, if I’m being honest with myself, I can’t promise that.
“Oh,” I bite my lip, concerned. “Did he seem…” I gesture.
“Surprised, and perhaps a little scared. And, wherever you are, your father is not far behind. He’s a little paranoid around him.” I shake my head.
“Did, uhh…did you tell Thor?” I ask the inevitable question, almost not wanting to hear the response.
I run a hand through my hair, sighing. “No. He doesn’t know.”
“Oh thank goodness.” I say a little too quickly. “It’s not that I don’t like him, no, it’s…you know how our relationship is.”
“Same. I wish we didn’t have a messed up family for once.” I chuckle.
“Don’t remind me.” I snicker. “She was awful, yet she did have some good tricks up her sleeve. I gotta give her that.”
I blink at my notebook. I’ve been writing in Vietnamese. Not notes, just random words. In all honesty, I probably labels everything in my native language as well. It just slips my mind sometimes. With a sigh, I flip my hair over my shoulder and look at the teacher.
“Fair enou-” I catch Vanya out of the corner of eye. Because I definitely was not looking at her the whole time. I exhale deeply, watching her hair.
This is boring, I do have to admit. But it’s better than Vietnam, at least for me, so what do I have to complain about? My brow furrows in concentration as I try to balance a pencil on the desk.
I flick my cousin in the shoulder, still definitely not intently watching Vanya.
I flick my cousin in the shoulder, still definitely not intently watching Vanya.
With a yawn, I rest my head on the desk. The bed last night was uncomfortable, which was weird, since with was plush. I suppose it just wasn’t like the one I was used to.
I sigh, watching Vanya with a stupid smile I don’t know is there.
I raise my head and look up to see Idon smiling at me. My expression is still neutral, but I blink at him, confused.
Oh. I must have done something wrong. With a sigh, I stare back down at my notebook.
“Yeah, you have fun with yours.” I stick out my tongue, shoving her.
“We both know only one of us has a chance of succeeding.” I give him ‘the look’. “And that’s you.”
I scoff. “I may be fantastically handsome and attractive, but Xyanna should obviously like you. You’re fantastic. And you’re only slightly less attractive than I.” I grin, nudging her.
“I think you’re mixing us up, as I am obviously more fabulous than you, if only by a little bit.”
I roll my eyes. “Fabulous, perhaps. But you don’t have these guns.” I grin, flexing.
I glance over at Idon, brow furrowed. What is he doing? Is he okay? Oh, whatever. I turn back to the front of the class with a yawn.
I pulled out my journal, sketching a detailed drawing of a bird lit aflame, a phoenix as some call it. A few moments after I begin, I drop my pencil onto the pad. I began staring up at one of the other X-Men kids, who looked afraid.
“A hero would never do what you’ve done, Adrianna. Never.” She said, and confused, I leaned past her, trying to…[Read more]
I turn to Adrianna with a smirk. “What was that all about?” I ask, even though I already know.
“Messed up my drawing a bit.” I say blandly, turning back to the picture I was working on and erasing something to make it grayer.
“I don’t have any secrets.” I say, shrap, pulling my arm away from her.
“I’m not lying, and you know it. You can read my mind just like I can read yours, and you know I’m not lying. I don’t keep secrets.” I say, eyes narrowed.
I snort. “So you thought I wouldn’t be able to sense the Phoenix force then?”
“What’s the Phoenix Force?” I ask, face softening, confused.
“Wow you really are a good liar!” I laugh. “You know, the power that your mom has, where she has like this deity inside her who has fire powers among many other things. You inherited it, clearly. Dunno why you’re lying about it.” I ahrug
“I’m not pyrokinetic, and I don’t know why you think I am, but you’re wrong, just deal with it.” I say, brushing past her and taking my seat.
I stop sketching and look up. I’m not a villain. What do you even want from me? It’s not like I can do anything for you anyway.
parroting my own words, I see. Well darling Adrianna, I want to know everything about you. You are a clear and present threat, but all threats have their weaknesses
Sorry, but I’d rather not have you knowing that stuff. Besides, it’s not like I even have fire powers anyway, so I don’t even know why i’m still talking to you.
like I said. You know deep down that I am right. You are the Phoenix, Adrianna. It’s only a matter of time
“I don’t have any Phoenix in me, and I don’t know what you’re talking about, so shut up!” I yell, not realizing it was out loud. The room begins to shake as tears form in my eyes and things from around the room start to float slightly, some unseen force holding them up.
“That’s exactly what I’d call it.” I say, hair static a bit. The floor shakes, tossing people onto the floor. Desks and chairs fall, hitting the ground before quickly lifting up and joining the tornado of school supplies forming in the center of the room.
I raise my eyebrows slight as I get up from my chair. Glancing around, I scan the room.
I stumble, getting out of my chair, looking around. My brow knits as I look for the source.
(^That was the 666th comment! Also, just pretend Henry was here this whole time shhhh)
The desk in front of me trembles and then collapses suddenly. I stand, fists clenched unsteadily in case this is another attack.
My eyes widen. This…isn’t normal. What even is normal at this point, anyway? I get up and start looking around with Idon. “Do you know what’s going on? Is this you?” I ask him in a low voice.
My eyes widen. This…isn’t normal. What even is normal at this point, anyway? I get up and start looking around with Idon. “Do you know what’s going on? Is this you?” I ask him in a low voice.
“No!” I shake my head vigorously, balancing myself into a fighting stance.
“Great.” I mutter, also sliding into a defensive position. “I hope…whatever this is doesn’t destroy the library.”
“I’m not a Phoenix Xy!” I yell and a thin cracks start to form in the windows around the room, the glass close to shattering.
I raise my arms, looking at the yelling. “Kris, Idon?” I nod to the back corner where Xy and another girl are.
“Are you absolutely sure? Just making sure there are no false accusations.” I can feel that girl that Xy is with. Power is radiating off of her like rays of a star. “Yep. She’s powerful.”
As I feel my fists clench, the windows shatter and I duck from the glass but it doesn’t hit me anyway, seeming like a bubble is blocking it from doing so. I grab a chair, curling myself into a ball while sitting on it, tears falling down my face.
“She’s not doing it on purpose.” I examine her face. “And you’re right. Extremely powerful.”
I push Idon and Vee down, shielding them from the glass. “That’s for sure.”
Glancing up, I make sure that Henry seems fine, then go back down. “If she doesn’t calm down, this is only going to get worse.”
“I’d tell you if I knew.” I look around, my mind beginning to plan a defensive strategy. “Vee? Any ideas?”
“She needs to calm down. Maybe I can get her to, but not at this rate.” I look at the center of the room. “I wonder what triggered this.”
“It had to be someone. She wouldn’t just…snap like this, would she?” I duck from another flying piece of glass.
I sigh. “Calm down, Adri.” I say sharply. “This isn’t a big deal. You just need to control it.” A purple bubble of energy surrounds me as a shield.
“Shut up Xy!” I yell and with it, I stand, eyes turning redish orangish yellow, feeling something tearing at the back of my mind.
“Yep, it looks like it was Xy. Why would she do that, though?” I glance at the two, my mind whirling with possibilities.
“This is bad.” I point to the girl’s eyes. “Kris. If we trap her for long enough we can get Vanya to her.”
My brow furrows slightly. “I am not sure.” I don’t think simple bullying rules apply here. The girl got up, and her eyes were a different color. “It’s getting worse.”
“How, though? A battle would be too risky, and she might be able to see through illusions. She might not, though. I could conceal Vee for long enough for her to flip over to her.” I suggest.
Maybe this was a bad plan. But to be fair, I didn’t know she’d completely freak. “Adri. Just… breathe, ok? It’s gonna be ok.” Where are the empaths when you need them? I turn, seeing Kris, Blonde Dou.che, and that girl Vanya gaping at Adri and I. I wave them over with a sigh.
I dodge a stapler that was in the tornado in the center of the room with a cartwheel and pop right back up, nodding to Kris’s question with a head tilt.
I sigh. “Well I was talking to Adri about how she has the phoenix force, and she was like ‘No I don’t!’ and I was like, ‘Uh yes. Why are you lying.’ But now I think maybe she actually didn’t know? And well, now this is happening.” I gesture to the scene in front of us.
I drop my arms, crying and as I do so a fire starts in the classroom. A gust of smoke sends all the kids flying into walls. Fire surrounds me, blocking me from everyone else as I sit on the floor in the middle of the room, curled up.
I push air against myself to keep from cracking my back on the wall.
“I agree that she probably didn’t know.” I try to dig my feet into the ground without much success.
“Great. How are we gonna reverse this?” I cough, clearing the smoke from my system. I make sure I don’t have a concussion and go near my cousin. “So much for that plan.” I mutter to him.
I sneakily push Vanya away from the wall. “We can do this. I think.”
I grab Idon so I’m behind his air thing, I tilt my head. I always find it amusing how even in situation like this my face somehow stays neutral. “I think all she needs to do is be calm. And I can do that, if I can get to her.”
“I can teleport you next to her inside a shield. She can’t get anything through that.” I suggest
“Alright. Vee, get ready.” I put an illusion around her, making her invisible to everyone but Idon and I. To complete it, I make another illusion of her next to Idon.
I smile a little at Vanya before nodding. “You got this.” I give her a thumbs up.
“I can’t put a shield on her if I can’t se her.” Then another Vanya appears next to Idon. “I’m assuming that’s not actually her?” I say impatiently, “Let’s get this over with before someone gets seriously hurt.”
I nod. “Thanks.” I form a purple bubble shield around Vanya. “Teleporting you in in 3, 2, 1…” And she’s inside. If she doesn’t make it out… well. No one will remember if I use the time stone. I could go back and fix my conversation with Adri, but the cosmic power my choices released would not go easily. I don’t want to rip a hole in the fabric of time
I try to scan the room for anyone familiar, but the debris and objects flying around the room obscure my vision. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the noise and concentrate, but all I can hear are the sounds of people shouting and objects smashing into walls.
Hands on my head, I manage to block out the noise just enough to grasp for the faint wisps of an aura coming from the center of the disruption. A red and orange, fiery aura. Adrianna’s.
“I can help you,” I murmured softly, starting to go down to her level.
I teleport that Henry kid to me and put him behind the shield. “You’re an empath, right?” I yell over the din, “Try calming her please!”
“I can try!” I respond to the brown-haired girl, Xyanna I think. “I just need to be near her. I can phase through most of the objects but they’re coming at a pretty fast pace. I need to be ready for all of them in case one catches me off guard.”
“I said go away Vanya.” I mutter, a ring of fire stretching outwards, away from me, hitting her shield but not her.
“Okay! Um… she’s stressed. Very. Confused too, I think. She doesn’t want us to help her, so we need to find some other way of getting through to her.”
I duck as a book comes hurtling over my head. “I can reach her without touching her, but I have to be fairly close. And I can only influence her and suggest things, not control her emotions.”
“I told you to go away!” I yell, a gust of ashy smoke sending Vanya and Henry falling backwards a bit.
“Um…” I try to concentrate but the sound’s not helping. “I… I think we just need to be a little closer. Could you distract her long enough for me to calm her down? Then you could use your powers on her.”
“I think I might be able too.” I roll out on of my shoulders and look at him. “Are you ready?”
I dart sideways, obscured by the flying rubble, and duck under a desk. I conjure up a small shield to shelter me and start picking my way towards Adrianna as quickly and inconspicuously as I can.
Looking up slightly, Vee’s energy blast, though not directly at me, freezes in place before growing and shooting back at her.
I dive out of the way, part of the blast catching my foot. Pressing my lips together, I shoot more at her, trying to will myself to heal at the same time.
Adrianna glances up and the energy blast Vanya created ricochets back at her. I pick up my pace, using my phasing to sprint through tables and chairs.
The energy blasts bounce off an invisible shield, shooting all throughout the room.
I see the beam hit Vanya and her falter for a moment. I’m just in range of Adrianna, close enough to grasp at her aura but not able to fully influence her yet. Come on, I urge my burning legs. Just a few more feet.
My foot slips, pain searing through my ankle, and my leg buckles. I let out a sharp cry of pain, feeling tears ***** the corners of my eyes, and heal the wound with an unsteady hand. The pain recedes, leaving only a faint tickling sensation.
Looking back at Vanya my shield deflects the blasts and I watch her flipping.
Staggering back to my feet, I lurch forward just enough to seize a tendril of Adrianna’s aura and send my own rushing up to meet it. My hands are thrown out as I repeat calming words over and over in my head, transmitting them to Adrianna.
Feeling a sudden wave of calm, my eyes immediately return to a pale blue, everything falling from the air and onto the ground. “Oh c.rap…” I mutter, grabbing a fire extinguisher and spraying it all over the rug.
“Well that was a good show.” I mutter sarcastically, walking over to Adri.
I step back, exhaling. There. More time to focus on healing. What a fun start to the day.
I drop the illusions. “Does this mean we have no class?” I ask, hoping the answer is yes.
I allow myself to sit and survey the chaos around us. “So… what now?”
“Hopefully, as Kris said, no class.” I nod. “And thank you, Henry.”
“Can we just, you know, leave without class being dismissed? Where are we even going to have it if it isn’t?” I suggest.
“I’ll leave if you do,” I add. This class was boring anyway.
I grin at Vanya. “Nice job. That was pretty amazing.” I nod to her.
“Thanks.” Vanya nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I truly hope we don’t have to stay. Who was even paying attention in this class anyway?”
“I never do.” I snort. “But I do manage to pass my classes, if not more than pass.”
“In some classes, all you have to do is study the material,” I say with a shrug.
I blink. “Yes. Very true.” I clear my throat. “I was top of all my classes back in Asgard.”
“Classes were hard in Vietnam. Not that I had much time for schoolwork outside of class.” I sighed.
“Ah. Because of your gymnastic practices?” I ask her, kicking myself. She didn’t care.
“Ah, you figured out I’m a gymnast and not a goddess?” I gave him a look. “And yes. Though, we did have six days of school a week back in Vietnam.”
“Six days? Wow.” I nod, impressed. Though everything about her impresses me.
“It’s not that special. Though, I am thankful there is one less day and I do not have to wear my old uniform. No one can pull that off,” I told him.
“I could all if off. In multiple different ways.” I cough to cover my words.
“You wouldn’t be able to pull off the uniform either, I tell him, giving him a weird look.
“It doesn’t fit your body type. You would like awful in it. Worse than you do in that color shirt,” I tell him, my eyebrow raised.
I look down at my shirt. “What…” I shake it off, smiling. “What body type do I have?”
“In technical terms, either an inverted triangle or trapezoid body shape,” I tell him as I examine him closely.
I blink. “Oh. Alright.” I look down at myself. Inverted triangle?
“You’re confused a lot, aren’t you?” I ask, looking at him.
“Maybe.” I shrug before gaining, thinking something up. “Hey, are you in my fourth period class?”
“We don’t have chemistry in fourth, if you paid attention in class you would know this.” I raised my eyebrows.
I sigh, looking at my cousin. Why isn’t she impressed? Usually other girls are…well, all over me.
I take out some popcorn and watch the show quietly from the sidelines. I should video this…no, Idon would kill me. But…blackmail…no. This whole place is about becoming a hero. I doubt heroes would use blackmail.
“Not everyone is head over heels for a guy who is the strongest or the bravest.” I scoff. “Unlike you, I’ve resigned myself to the conclusion that nobody will like me like that.” I pause for a moment. “I don’t think you should do that, though. Keep trying.”
I blink at the two cousins. America is a new place. I’ve been here for a week and I’ve already learned things.
“Great.” I nod, fidgeting with my hands. Why am I so nervous? “How are you?”
I blink. No one’s ever really asked if I was okay. “Oh. Well, I suppose I’m good. I’m in America now after all.”
“Yeah.” I smile, putting my hands in my pockets,. “Are you liking it here?”
I think for a moment. “Well, it’s better than my country. At least, for me.”
“Though, going to another country by yourself is always hard.” I shrug.
“Yes, I agree.” I nod. “Tell me if you need any help. I’m practically an expert, I have lived here for quite a few years.”
“Thank you. That’s very helpful.” I nod. That was a nice thing to do. He doesn’t have to be nice.
I fiddle with my hands as I blink. I don’t exactly know what to say. I haven’t talked this much in a long time.
“Because I like you. Talking to you. I mean.” I nod, clearing my throat.
“Oh.” I blink. That was a first. “Thank you.” The corners of my mouth twitch upwards.
“What? No, of course not. I only smile at pop tarts.” I try to keep a neutral face, but this time it’s actually kind of hard too, and I smile more.
“Not my fault if I have a panic attack, more of your’s this time.” I mutter to Xy, stomping on the rug to put out the last fire.
“No. Fire is one thing, a thing that my mother had so it makes sense. If I had the Phoenix Force, I’d remember getting it or even what it is.”
“People block out their worst memories sometimes, Adrianna.” I say softly. “I know from experience. Maybe that happened to you.”
“I doubt it. I tend to remember things about others let alone myself.”
I hesitate. “Then maybe someone else put the block there for you.”
“I doubt it. People training me wanted me to reach full potential, so they wouldn’t block anything.”
“Well seeing as your panic attack almost destroyed the school, maybe they blocked off memories so that you didn’t destroy the world.”
“Like I said before, I doubt it. I probably just didn’t know I had fire powers because I never tried using them, that’s all.”
“Ugh. I can’t reason with you. You’re in denial. So just prepare for the worst”
I start to clean up, having nothing much to do. I upright desks and try to get off as much ash as I can.
“Thank you.” I nod again. “Should we go help your cousin?” I ask, starting to walk.
“I only get a ‘sure’? Wow.” Idon must really like Vanya. I wonder if this will mess up his training…or battles…I hope it does. Any advantages are welcome.
I tilt my head at the two, but shrug and start to clean, moving gracefully around the place.
“Yeah, yeah.” I bump my cousin to the side, smiling as I watch Vanya.
I roll my eyes and continue to straighten the room out. This will be fun. A lovestruck Idon. Great.
I glance back and blink at Idon looking at me. He does that a lot. Oh well. I turn back to a desk and sweep ashes off.
“Well, if you ever need any relationship help, don’t come to me. At all. I only know romance from very overdramatic books where at least one person dies, and it’s usually one of the love interests sacrificing themselves for the main character. Except the Princess Bride.” I ramble. “My point is that I have no point. Pop tart?” I offer him one,…[Read more]
I wave my hand as some of the marks on the wall dissipate, and sigh. This is all my fault.
I blink at the pop tart, then back at the wreckage around the room. I suppose I could have found a better way to distract her. Or not. Oh well.
I eat the pop tart and then get back to work, uprighting the teacher’s desk.
“Heck yeah.” I take a pop tart, then see Vanya eying them. “Want one?” I wave a pop tart at her.
I smile happily. “Yes.” I take it and eat it, sighing wistfully. “I wish we had these back in Vietnam.”
I stop for a second. “I’m sure they do in cities. There are stores for imported goods, I believe. But not the village. We lived mainly in the village, and were poor, so it was mostly just traditional Vietnamese food for me.”
“Hm. Interesting.” Midgard certainly is odd. I’ve lived here for a little while now and there’s still things that surprise me.
“Ah.” I nod. Everyone is Asgard lived in the same place. Midgard is weird.
“Well, I thank you for showing me poptarts. You are both amazing.” I finish it happily.
I glance at Idon, knowing he’s thinking the same thing I am. If Midgard was as small as Asgard, this place would be easier to understand. “No problem, Vee. Just don’t eat too much or you’ll get sick. From too much sugar, I mean. Nothing deadly. Just a stomach ache.”
I grin happily. She called me amazing. “Of course. Anything.”
“Noted. I didn’t have much sugar back in Vietnam.” I can still taste the pop tart on my lips.
It’s not your fault. I whisper in Xy’s head, having heard her thinking. Sorry for intruding.
Yes it is. I respond. I pushed. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did anyway. Because I’m not a good person.
Fair warning: This post will make you feel nostalgic as will the doc link. I felt like making this, and therefore I did.
@littlemisssunshine aka @kenzieever (Kenzie, Kenz, Lemonade)
Cats, I miss you too. You and everyone else from our small age. We went through a lot together, and all the memories still bring tears to my eyes.
I often feel like we only focus on the horrible things that happened over those years, and we forget all the good alongside it. Remembering it brings a good kind of ache to my heart, and it…[Read more]
I REMEMBER ALL OF THESE!!!! And the old users!!!!! We miss you so much guys. Thank you, Cats, for making this post.
Wow… Thank you, Cats. I really don’t know what else to say. I mean, I wasn’t here for most of the Golden age, but I remember a lot of what it’s like. The Movie that I will not mention. The meme chains. Looking for the 12th piece. Fighting Bob. Looking at the doc bring all of those memories back. Thank you, Cats.
Oh gosh I forgot about Bob and the twelfth piece. Good memories.
This is amazing. Good memories. Beautiful memories.
*hand comes up over mouth, eyes big and watery*
Hey… um @gwen-elodie can you please not tag me in your story anymore? Thanks, I just wanna not get the notif
you could’ve just asked me this on one of my posts, rather than a completely unrelated post, but sure
Um, sry to burst your bubble, but this is suppose to be a nice, sweet, flashback-y post. Can you try to take that question somewhere else?
When I first joined the website, everything was so different, but also amazingly magical…I was, of course, yet another annoying newbie I’m sure, but the community was so tightly knit and everyone was so NICE to each other and there was absolutely no judgement and there were so, so many posts even though there were way less people and not as many…[Read more]
have to disagree with you on a couple of points. People love to Romanticize the ‘golden era’, even though it was toxic and horrible. ‘Golden era member’s’ have even made their own little group, rarely letting new people in. I remember times when people were nostalgic about ‘the golden era’, but then apparently those times are suddenly added to…[Read more]
can you be more specific about what I said that you’re referring to?
“Golden era member’s’ have even made their own little group, rarely letting new people in. ”
Sorry for not being specific the first time! I’m a bit tired.
I’m sure the era in which I joined the website was not without faults, but I personally was separate from any drama that occurred and most of my experiences with the website were positive. Admittedly I’ve never made any super close friends nor worst enemies here, so that could be a factor. But in general, I stand by what I said originally, because…[Read more]
Heh, I’m honored to be in this list ngl. I’d like to thank Petra for getting me to see this haha. I miss you all. I definitely miss Bob the Alien haha!! Bee Movie Quotes!! Almost forgot about the cursed movie. Even if I totally quote that irl hehehe. Thanks for this Cats! 💜
So many memories, I can’t believe you found the ENU doc omg that was the one and only group RP I ever actually did any writing for
So many usernames I haven’t seen in forever
I know we can’t list them all but a few more can’t hurt
Thank you for posting this <3
Amber!! Ginger!! Itsmoviestar!! Ahhhhhh!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
Also, I told Catsrule and Tuba and Kenzie about this by tumblr message. Kenzie hasn’t yet responded, but Tuba’s coming and Catsrule’s considering it too!
Wait, you can talk to Kenzie? Like, Littlemisssunsunshine/Kenzieever?!
Kenziecrystai on Tumblr.
She didn’t mention coming, but she said to say hi from her.
(Replying to Ginger)
I’m great! I’ve missed you! Same, school is canceled for me until April 17, but it could be extended.
I feel like we all wanted a break, but not like this….
It’s one thing to be out of school and able to see your friends and go places….a pandemic is not that kind of break…
WE GET TO GO IN THE HISTORY BOOKS THOUGH!!!!!!! (isn’t that cool?!)
*shouts really loud really fast on instinct* APRIL 17TH IS WHEN TROLLS WORLD TOUR COMES OUT exactly three weeks from today dfjdfnjFNDSLFNS
*clears throat and shakes head*
Oh, and school’s canceled for me until at least April 20th. Few extra days.
oh wow that’s awesome twig! My brothers birthday is that day!
Speaking of things coming out, STEVEN Universe is ending tomorrow and I’m not readyyyyy
And Skulduggery Pleasant book *13* (don’t quote me on that) is coming out on April 2nd!
Wait- did I miss something? xD I need to get better at staying active againnnn
Well, technically only 3 are out right now, so you’ve only missed them
Huh, my favourite is probably Sanguine (rip) and also a new character called Never
And (don’t hate me) a little bit Serpine and Mevolent
I like mevolent! …WAIT
IN THE NEW BOOKS DO THEY
COME FROM THE OTHER DIMENSION
I am crying rn omg….
Also, I missed y’all so much! It has been such a long time, how have you guys been?
Also I looked at my yearbook profile- thingy and I am cringing so hard. Like why did I have to establish so much that I was a nerd, and why on earth did I write don’t make me mad? Seriously, dude, you are not scaring anyone, stop trying to…[Read more]
*HUGS* I MISSED YOUUUUUU
I’ve definitely teared up more than once after seeing all of you beautiful people again.
Hiiii!! You missed you guys too! And yeah, it has been quite a while.
I haven’t looked at the yearbook doc in SO long…when WAS it last updated?
No idea… actually, a few of us are working on a 2020 yearbook rn, if anyone wants to check it out. Here’s the link:
OHHHHHHHHHH MY GOSH I FORGOT THERE WERE MONUMENT VALLEY PICTURES NFLADHFLJHFLAJF I LOVE THAT GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Same! Monument valley is such a beautiful game, I love the graphics and the illusions.
GUYS, I DECIDED WHEN TO POST THE PARTY. IT’S GONNA BE THIS SATURDAY.
@Princessofaustralia24601 (Princess, Lizzie)
@daughterofathena21 (Chloe/ Leah)
The ghoooooosssttt of Grangerrrrrrrsss passtttttttt is commentingggggggg her agreeemmmmeenntttttt
Anyone else think that at some point we should have a party for just our little group of oldies? I think it would be fun, since tbh, oldies are the only one besides Crystal age users who know how to actually party.
True, we do have the world’s best party planner here… Twig, Berry, would you like to do the honors?
*slithers down the wall as inky slime*
‘Since when was there a Crystal Age?’
I’ll tell Mya about this, I think she’d like to know. I’m in contact with her still, so that will work. Please! Party!
(Can we party in the morning so us American’s can sleep though?)
So when should the party be?
“Oh my glitterglue, is that @kittywolf424 I spy up there in this chain? HIIII!!!”
BOINGAAA!!!!! 😀 😀
Yeah. Could we also hold a funeral for the users who left/aren’t very active? (Kenzie, Catsrule, etc.)
I was meandering around and I found the sge yearbook, it’s got a whole list of users in it most of them are inactive now. I think we should include them if we do hold a funeral
I say we find all the Golden age oldies that aren’t inactive (most we can find on the Council tags) and hold a group funeral.
That would be… interesting. But, uh, remember what happened the last time you held a funeral for someone?
Hey everyone!! I’m in for whatever, but the funeral may be crossing the line a bit. We have to be cognizant of world events and the deaths that are, unfortunately, occurring. I’m all up for a party, though!! And our gen is called Golden Age? I thought we (except for, perhaps, Uraza and Boom Boom) were another gen. Oh well.
@catsforlife EWW YOU…[Read more]
Maybe we shouldn’t call it a funeral or a memorial or anything linked with death at all really
Yeah. Sorry if the word “funeral” offended anyone, I just meant some sort of ceremony thing to remember our old friends.
Let’s call it a party. Or a toast. Makes it seem more of a celebration than a mourning.
Also, I don’t know if I have the authority to add someone to this, but I’m pretty sure that @ prstncharlie is a part of our generation… could I possibly invite her?
I don’t think I have any authority on this post either but I’m going to agree!
Some of the people you’d tagged haven’t been around so long I’d almost forgotten about them and I got this RUSH of nostalgia from reading their usernames again even if I didn’t know them particularly well or don’t remember them particularly well
I’m going to invite @/goodandevel. Hopefully she’s able to respond, sometimes she’s too busy.
Eh, it’s fine. A lot of us have people we’re in contact with, so it’ll work out. Is anyone here in contact with Maple?
Some other tags we could include:
I’m making a doc for all the tags I can think of, anyone else y’all want me to add?
has anyone seen/ or is in contact w Princess (@/princessofaustralia24601? Or is she long gone?
OH YES (I haven’t seen her in a long time but I hope she’s still on)
Haven’t seen them recently nor am I in contact with any of them:
TaylorofEnzizaka (I can’t remember how to spell it)
Speaking of parties, I do have one idea I’ve talked about before that I’d like to talk about later.
guess now’s as good a time as ever to go semi-public about my intentions of coming to the party.
*Berry and me in unison* GASP! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
*in unison we give high pitched squeals and then hug @catsruleforever *
*Berry then loosens her hug slightly to give me an incredulous but pleased look*
“Wait, YOU’RE joining in on this hug? AND running faster to hug somecreature than I did? Who are you and what did you do with…[Read more]
Aughhh so many people! Hello everyone! I think I know most of you.
* waves to everyone*
BTW, did Catsforlife really hold a funeral for a user who then came back? I need to know the full story *grabs popcorn and soda*
And then she found it in Cats’ activity
And wasn’t exactly happy
holy sh#t seriously? when was this? Oh man I have to know the details of this.
*my cat sends my dog on a mission to look for footage from any of the remaining security cameras that were left around the place to spy on people during a several-days-long incident*
*despite being fully aware that many if not all of those cameras got destroyed, taken…[Read more]
*steps out of the shadows*
*waves to everyone before disappearing into the shadows*
The first one was for a user @/xx-sonya-xx or something and the other was for @/yamyamyamilovesturtlecorns or something. (I’ll explain at 3:30 when I’m not in homeschooling music class)
Okay, so here’s what happened: Sonya got on everyone’s nerves one day during an RP and I was just done with her. She said she was leaving the site, so I jokingly planned/posted a ‘funeral’ for her, saying she was hit by a bus and I invited all the RP people. We were laughing and kinda joking about it then she shows up somewhere she isn’t supposed…[Read more]
Lots of yelling involved. Maybe it would’ve been better as memorials? More family friendly content. So the moral of the story is…
Don’t plan funerals for people who’ve left!
Another moral of story: I have too many people spying on my activity.
And this is just the ones who COMMENT on things… when i was active, i would spy on people’s activities ALL THE TIME, did it with almost everyone, and rarely commented, so they would almost never know i was going through their activity to the point of looking at posts from months back.
Yes, this includes spying on people’s private chats. If…[Read more]
I admit it, I am a shameless activity stalker. It’s where you get all the best information about people. And how else are you supposed to find weird quirks of half the people you know? My activity gets combed through very often, funnily enough. I don’t even know why, but every time I make a post in my activity, it’s three days at most before…[Read more]
Haha I am as well. Which is easy to tell if you look at my favorites and see how many things are from peoples activities. There are just so many curious, wonderful things in people’s activities, and it’s a good way to kinda get to know someone. It’s also interesting that if someone puts a question in their activity directed at the stalker, the…[Read more]
I’ve done things like:
-going through people’s private chats to learn about them
-actually responded to something in other people’s non-public convos several times
-gone through people’s activities and posts from over a year or two back
-…sometimes even eventually found their very first post
-looked through people’s favourites
-used info i’ve…[Read more]
I really don’t go looking through people’s activities… mostly. Unless I’m looking for something like a secret code, or a story, or someone told me to look for something.
Maybe I should activity spy more often?
I don’t do it randomly, but if someone tags me or something and it doesn’t show up or if I’m looking for a specific post, sometimes I get distracted looking through their entire activity
What are we talking about? Checking activities? I actually only do that with cats, because she causes the most trouble ’round here. xD
I made a private activity post a few years ago in my activity because I thought it would show up as a bio or something (I was fairly new to activity posts) and a few years later Cove somehow found it and commented.
I still remember my first post EVER. I asked people if the were Evers or Nevers and surprisingly, most things have changed by now and a few things aren’t mysteries anymore
Oh my gosh! I did the same thing!!! Almost everyone was an ever back then, but things have changed…
Interesting. I can’t believe I’m even still alive after that pie thing…
Yep, it’s frustrating, but, once you’ve made it, you feel semi-good about yourself.
I think you killed me once, not sure If not… NO DEATHS. Dunno how I managed that, must be because i’m 5050
I think I did, and then you went back in time.
To be fair, you killed me too.
just gonna put this here<*** class="tumblr-post" data-href="https://embed.tumblr.com/embed/post/HCvSzeFacNQMeNtaNfUSRA/612618292584153088" data-did="23ab3a3bb3fb4d632b553d5cf79f76be6da667bb" >https://queensparklekitten.tumblr.com/post/612618292584153088/new-shirt
i got a t-shirt customized and… well, just click the link
I recall that T-shirt has a pret-ty great story behind it too :-}
Oh yeah, did I mention I not only broke my parents’ rules, snuck out, and took risks, but also broke several laws in order to get that shirt?
is the party still gonna happen? or is it tomorrow? or should we pitch in ideas bc whoever the poster will be is blanking?
It IS still gonna happen, right? I was gonna take it upon myself to post it, but I can’t figure out a day. Also, I did come up with 15 songs for the playlist and a few decoration ideas, but more suggestions would be very much appreciated!
the party is the only reason i’m on here temporarily again, if it gets cancelled i guess i’ll ditch the site for the third time.
but i have a REALLY awesome outfit all written down, and i really want to get into the party vibe again, so i’m going to wait until either the party is over, or it gets confirmed to not end up happening.
Have we agreed…[Read more]
Well, I have to go to bed
Catch you tomorrow, sisters!
(for some reason this didnt go through the first time)
Okay, but for real, ARE WE DOING THIS.
I can be the poster if y’all want.
@Catsforlife (Esme) (Evil)
@Thecoven4ever (Rowena) (Evil)
@goodforevil5050 (Serenity) (Evil) and (Dex) (Good)
@Gwen-elodie (Theodore) (Evil)
@Ginnypotter12 (Blythe) (Good)
@princezzdot (Ivy) (Good)
@Raynaevil809 (Olivia) (Good)
@i-am-tropical-avocado (Lisette) (Good)
Okay y’all, let’s start. We probably shouldn’t do any…[Read more]
Ro walked down the hallway, toward her locker. It was 7:59 am. She always met Dex at her locker at 8:00 sharp. She liked the routine, it helped her feel like she had control over something in her life.
I was running late. Ro was so going to kill me. I started to quicken my pace barely noticing the girl looking slightly out of pace.
I looked nervously around. I can’t believe that this is my last chance before I have to go somewhere else.
Theodore sat in the back of the limousine, running a somewhat nervous hand through his blonde hair.
“I still can’t believe you’re back,” Adrien’s smiled had barely dissipated since Theo arrived yesterday.
“Well you gotta get used to it, I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon,” Theo had only just come back from a military boarding school somewhere…[Read more]
Olivia’s POV (also I thought we were doing it on a doc)
Olivia walked through the school doors, keeping her head down. She brushed her brown hair to the side and opened her locker.
She had been up all night studying, and this right now was the result. She groggily took out her textbooks and yawned.
Blythe stretched after a nice morning run, quickly jogging to the school. Her bag was bouncing behind her as she walked through the doors and to her locker.
Theo twirled the white ring on his index finger, a gift from his father for returning home. He had explained the importance and Theo wasn’t prepared to let his father down again.
As the car slowed down, he and Adrien hopped out of the car. Theo looked up at the school, nostalgic from his time here. He hadn’t been here long, just long enough to…[Read more]
Esme wandered the halls, heading to her locker. When she arrived at it, she saw a dark haired girl there, seeming to be waiting for someone. (Ro)
Lisette sat down on the steps, furiously figuring out a math equation in a small black notebook for her homework. As the bell rang, she put the notebook in her backpack and shoved it into her locker.
“Time to go to class,” Adrien said as the bell rang.
“I’m sure the teacher will want to introduce you,”
Theo walked with Adrien, noticing the odd looks he got as he walked by.
Lisette checked to see if the charm bracelet she always wore was still on her wrist. It was. She sighed with relief and rushed to class.
Ro noticed a girl standing near her. She knew who it was. Esme. The famed troublemaker, popular girl of the school. She wouldn’t know a nobody like Ro. But Ro had a feeling that if Esme did, she would be a tad bit scared of her.
Serenity sighed slightly realizing she was going to be late as the bell rang. She quickly started jogging to the classroom, clutching her locket tightly.
As the class filled up, Adrien and Theodore walked in. The brothers look extremely similar, with the same blonde hair, green eyes, and creamy skin. The main difference was that Theo’s features were more mature, defined.
“Good morning mam,” Theo greeted the teacher, who looked him up and down, slightly shocked, obviously linking Theo and Adrien as…[Read more]
Olivia watched as Adrien and another boy walked in. I bet they’re sucking up to the teacher, she thought sourly.
“I’m Theodore, Adriens brother. I’m new here,” Theo greeted. He had been trained to hold teachers with the utmost respect.
“Wonderful to meet you Theodore, I’ll introduce you when everyone gets here,” She said with a quick smile, Adrien and Theodore made their way to their seats.
Lisette tripped on the way to the classroom, dropping all of her textbooks. She sighed. Welp, I guess I’m going to get a tardy, she thought.
Serenity notices that the girl tripped and went to help her, quickly grabbing a pen that had dropped and hiding it in her hand, You know you shouldn’t do that! Serenity mentally chastised herself, frowning as she forced herself to give the girl back her pen muttering, “Hey you dropped this.”
“Hey goth girl, wanna grab a snack at the bakery?” Esme said, walking up to the girl.
Blythe quickly ran in the classroom, sliding into her seat. She was not going to be late yet again. Getting out the things she needed for this class, she yawned again.
“Good Morning students, before we get started, I’d like to introduce a new student, Theodore,” The teacher said once most of the seats had been filled.
After Serenity had helped the girl, she rushed away opening the door to the classroom and muttering a quick sorry before fleeing to the back. Of course I had to be late.
Theo watched the girl rush into class, thinking about how if he was still at military school, she would be punished.
Lisette thanked Serenity and walked into the classroom. She saw the teacher introducing a new student that looked just like Adrien. It felt suspicious, but she said nothing.
Blythe looked at the boy, tilting her head for a second, before going back to pulling out supplies and quickly glancing at her phone. New student. That’s nice.
The class went through their usual work. Theodore stayed silent during the class, never chatting with Adrien or his friend beside him, who Adrien was talking to for most of the class.
(Since Cove isn’t here and we already planned it, Imma just stage it then move on.) Esme finally convinced the dark haired girl, who’s name was apparently Rowena, to ditch class with her for a bit. Yeah, Esme did want something, but Rowena seemed cool so she just left it alone and headed to the bakery with her.
Serenity silently watched the teacher jotting down notes when needed. She just couldn’t wait for class to be over.
Lisette stopped looking at the student who looked like an Adrien clone, whose name was apparently Theodore, and started to do her work.
As they came up on the bakery, Esme waved hi to Marinette’s parents. Esme didn’t really like Marinette but her parents did make a mean scone.
Dex watches from the window, frowning at Esme’s antics. UGH! I just want to storm in there and take Ro away! He thinks angirily, struggling to restrain himself.
Lisette rolled her eyes at the note, but wrote in reply, Hello. I’m Lisette. Thank you for helping me.
Lisette hesitantly replied, I think his name is Theodore, but I don’t know anything else. We should stop before we get caught.
Serenity smiles slightly before writing, Thanks. And okay.
Blythe sat at her desk, watching the rest of the class as she also tried to pay attention. She watched a girl poke herself with a pen and blinked.
Olivia noticed a girl staring and frowned. Was there something on her face?
The girl was looking back at her. She tilted her head and gave a smile.
Olivia blushed furiously and went back to her notes. She didn’t bother smiling back.
Olivia heard the girl sigh, then, feeling guilty, peeked out from behind her textbook and threw her a small smile.
Nodding towards the girl, Blythe gestured around to everyone and gave a shrug.
Lisette looked at the teacher and jotted down notes, crumpling up the piece of paper so nobody would know her and that other girl Serenity were passing notes.
Ro hadn’t liked Esme at the beginnning, but now that she had begun to get to know her, she realized Esme was kind of like her. Just deadly in a more flashy way. She even completely forgot about meeting dex
“So, is your boyfriend overbearing?” Esme leaned, in, curious to hear the answer.
(dudes you didn’t even explain that they were dating. Honestly when i read through your character’s stuff, it felt like i was in the middle of a book rather than the beginning. It honestly makes me so confused, I thought they were siblings for a sec)
(It’s in their bio backstory, Dex and Roare childhood friends who are dating)
(and? when you’re writing an actual story, you don’t get to just give the reader a character bio, you need to reveal things to them)
“Is that why he’s spying on us?” Esme said, gesturing to the window.
Ivy jogged into the classroom, a few lone papers floating down from her backpack. She checked the clock. Ten minutes late. Ivy smiled sweetly at the teacher.
“Good morning Miss”.
Then she sat down without so much as a tardy slip.
Ro’s eyes crinkled with confusion. Looking out the window, she saw Dex peeking out from behind a street lamp. “What the he.ll?” She said, annoyed. Why would he follow her? That was just too much. She got up with a grumble, walking outside. “Hold on.” She called.
Dex’s eyes widened in surprise as Ro came over. He never expected that to happen. Dex quickly backs up, trying to figure a way out of the mess they just made.
“What are you doing here, Dex?” Ro asked, her voice sharp. “I can walk around the city with another friend, I don’t need your protection for that.” Despite what she’d told Esme, dex really was quite stifling at times.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay!” Dex started, trying to give exuses aimlessly, “You were skipping class, and so I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to go anywhere dangerous!!” Dex mutters.
“Dex. I was going off with a classmate. Seriously? Do you really not trust me so much that you had to follow me?” She asked, hurt.
Lisette sighed. So many people are late today, she thought. None of them are taking class seriously.
As the bell rang, the students stood up, many of them not even hiding their relief. Theodore, who had stayed silent for the whole class seemed to be building an air of mystery around him. He looked an awful lot like his brother but the two acted totally different.
Serenity smiled, glad that the class was finally over. She stood up, grabbing her book as she started reading, absentmindly walking towards the door not really looking out for anyone.
Serenity bumped into Olivia, her book flying. Serenity looks up in shock before she exlaims in shock,
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going!!”
Olivia grumpily looked up. “Watch where you’re going,” she muttered.
“I will. Next time.” Serenity assures before racing to grab her book that had fallen. She clutches it to her chest.
Olivia saw that it was the girl who’d smiled at her and cursed herself.
Serenity smiles to herself, flipping through some of the pages, making sure none of them damaged. She turned back to the girl, “I really am sorry! I shouldn’t be reading while walking!” She tried at a smile.
Olivia managed a shy grin. “Ha, I do that too. Thanks for apologizing.”
“Well, It’s the right thing to do. It’s bad that we got off on the wrong note, but my name’s Serenity. What’s yours?” I says, smiling at the girl. It’s cool that she likes reading too.
“I like your name too! What do you have next?” I ask, closing my book and holding it to my chest, pulling my scarf tighter around my neck.
“What room number? Sorry if I’m being nosy! I totally don’t mean too! I just want to see a familiar face.” I see sheepishly.
Lisette hesitantly walked up to Theodore. “Hi,” she said. “I… I’m Lisette. I just wanted to say, ‘Welcome!'” She started to walk to her next class.
Blythe got up, gathering her stuff, and started to leave the class.