Eyriestone Indiana RP Thread

"O-oh," Trickster's face fell.

"But, if we talk to h-him, and he gets to know us, t-then we won't be strangers, right?" they offered.

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

Francisco could only look suspiciously at Rosie, and his table partners might have secrets of their own, but he tried to lighten the mood.

"Well, what do you like to do for fun?" He asked.

There was a lot to clean up, but he had to think and plan to do so. So for now, he'll just make his den.

Wake me up at your own risk.

Rosie seemed to harshly breath a moment when Trix just suggested the idea, as if she had prior experience of just that. "No No that won't do...that won't do. Please don't."

She sighed and then took great relief when Francisco changed the subject, "Thank you, Francisco...I do etchings, art, and poetry. I promise my poetry isn't typical emo shit."

Charles gave a smile and said, "Etchings huh? I'm into that kind of thing too."

"O-o-o-ok," Trickster said.

"I d-do poetry too. It's old style-poetry though," they continued. "C-can you show us what you've written, Charlie?"

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

"I see" Francisco nodded "I picked up guitar, and like soccer, but I doubt there is a team I'd want to join" Looking up, he tried to keep a good mood going. "Beyond that, I think I can pull off a short story, don't have the head for anything longer" He chuckled a bit at himself "Story of my life"

Wake me up at your own risk.

"Ooh!" Trickster exclaimed. "You play that b-bard instrument!"

"W-wait, that's a lute..." They said, scratching their head sheepishly. "Wrong time period."

Checking on their shadow with a quick flick of their eyes, they jumped when they realized that it was back to their true form. They snapped back to attention and hoped that no one had noticed.

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

Charlie smiled - feeling at ease - and then took out a book from his backpack. There were a number of odd looking little etchings, which looked like they were based on carvings on old, ornate gravestones. "Kind of morgue I know, but these were made using gravestones."

Rosie cupped her chin and said, "Call it my inner emo, but I really like the writing on gravestones."

Charlie had noticed Trix' brief show of her true nature, but he decided not to say anything until the two were alone. He got a weird kind of vibe from her. Something reminding him of...freaking cats...

"D-don't mess with graveyards on nights of the full m-moon," Trix warned. "You don't know who you'll disturb."

"We Fae—some fairies like to dance in mushroom circles. T-they don't like you poking around," they added. It was a bit strange, how they cut themselves off abruptly at the beginning.

"See you after class," Trix said abruptly, and retreated from the table. They made their way to the bathroom and took a deep breath. They had really lost their edge at trickery.

Old and toothless. That was what they were, and they had to be more careful if they wanted to survive...

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

"Everyone's got things they'd call odd" Francisco commented "It's cool"

Trix's departure however, took him by surprise. Fae He thought She is a fae

Well, not his business. As long as she didn't try to unmask him or hunt him down, they can be friends, at least somewhat. So he decided to just let her be.

Wake me up at your own risk.

Freedom, at last! Albeit, a temporary freedom until the two met up again, but still, it was nice to have some breathing room. It wasn't that Grace hated her brother's company- Far from it, the two had been inseperable since she was first adopted into the family...It was that ever since the move, he became suffocating. She sighed as she strode towards the ladies' restroom; she didn't like lying to her brother, but if lying about needing to take a trip to the restroom was what it took to get him off her back, so be it. However, she was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she failed to notice she had bumped right into Trixie.

"Hey, sorry about that, kid..." She said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head, "I just kinda got lost in my thoughts."

Trix scratched her head. "I-it's fine."

"Penny for your thoughts, then, so you don't get lost in them again?" she asked with a slight grin.

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

Grace briefly returned Trix's smile, which slowly faded as she let out a sigh, "It's just...My brother's been a pain in the ass since we moved. I love the guy, but he won't give me any breathing room. He insists on walking me to my classes, sharing the same lunch table, hell, he even insists we sit by each other on the bus! I swear, he's driving me nuts..."

She trailed off, an embarassed smile creeping across her face, "Sorry, kinda rude to unload this all on a total stranger," She extended her hand, "My name's Grace, what's yours?"

Trix said, "C-call me Trix," and widened her smile.

"You k-know, if you need a place to relax, there's always the forest..." she suggested, and then proceeded to give her new friend the directions to her territory. "Just don't take any fruit w-without my permission...and force your way past the trees with carvings. And don't stay until after dark. That part of the forest may be safe, but the other parts may not be."

"So if you're n-not bothered by weird local customs, come and visit, okay?" Trix finished.

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

"I'll be sure to drop by whenever I can get away!" Grace replied, a large smile beaming across her face, "Don't worry about the weird customs thing, my family isn't exactly...Normal, let's put it that way," She looked around a little before finally speaking again "I should head back before my bro has an anneurysm, see ya later!" She said, waving a little before skipping off.

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'She'll be fine, Michael, she'll be fine...' The thought repeated itself again and again in his head, but it didn't seem to calm him down any. Ever since they had moved to Eyriestone, Michael had heard horror stories of how the girls were typically treated at this school, and that had kicked his protective instincts into overdrive. He leaned against the wall behind him and glanced around, hoping to see Grace somewhere in the crowd.

"BOO!"

Michael let out a loud, startled shout and jumped back, almost crashing to the ground right in front of Francisco, barely stopping himself. He sighed and turned around with a glare upon hearing Grace's laughter.

"Oh come on, that never gets old!"

"For you, maybe..." He muttered, picking himself back up and turning to adress Franciso, "Sorry about that," He said sheepishly before turning back to Grace, "are you alright?"

"Peachy. See? Nothing to worry about!" She turned to the others, "Sorry about him, you know how little siblings can be."

"You'd know all about that, Gracie." Michael said, a rarely-seen smile on his face.

Grace's eye twitched slightly upon hearing Michael use a nickname he knew she hated, but pretended to ignore him, "I'm Grace," she said, adressing the group and pulling Michael over to her side, "and this Mikey, my brother."

Michael's face was beet red from her using an equally-embarassing nickname, but he attempted to maintain his typical composure and muttered a quiet "Hi."

Francisco just gave the siblings an odd look, before shrugging and extending his hand.

"Francisco Rojas" He said with a smile "Hope we get along"

Wake me up at your own risk.

"N-nice to meet you both," Trix said politely. "I'm glad you're not weirded out."

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.