forum A Magical RP (More of an Interactive Story) (CLOSED)

Started December 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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Mistress Frida was dead.

The whole school was shocked. Teachers were frantic. Students were paranoid. Soldiers and vigilantes roamed the halls, ensuring that everyone was safe in their rooms, and all classes were cancelled while investigations were carried out. Parents were even more worried than their children. Several kids were pulled from Ravesson's and transferred elsewhere. Whatever problems had existed before she was found brutally murdered in her own classroom had seemed to vanished. Finnegan's scholarly status remained unexplained. Cecil, who'd been stressing out over his magic, found it easier than ever to conjure up a certain emotion–fear, to be precise–to use in order to practice letting spirals of light burst from his palm. Rumors spread like wildfire about every five minutes. Some said that it was another professor that did it out of jealousy; one girl claimed she'd seen a shadowy, creepy figure stalking down the hall an hour after the murder; a cluster of kids were adamant that the killer was still in the building. Nobody knew for sure what had happened, not even the professionals. Four days passed before things slowly began to grind back into motion. Classes were begun again. This time, however, there was a soldier in each. Many of the professors didn't exactly adore this new policy, but none fought it. It'd look suspicious if they did, and besides, they couldn't risk the safety of their students.

After Professor Scotch's class one foggy day, Cecil, Finnegan, Naomi, and one of Naomi's new friends, nicknamed Lolly, went to go study for a quiz at the school's library. They remained mostly quiet, each absorbed in their individual books, whilst curled up in plump armchairs in the lazy afternoon sunshine. The patterned rugs of gold and green shimmered under their feet as they let themselves drift away into the shuffling of papers, faraway scent of coffee and tea, low murmuring of chats in the distance, and scratching of pens. At one point, Lolly, a cute, round-faced girl with an honest voice and spontaneous tendencies, dozed off. She woke to find Naomi attempting to doodle something crude on her hand. Her glasses slid down her nose as she protested loudly, earning glares from all around. The only person she hadn't bothered was Finnegan. He'd also fallen asleep, it turned out, and was cuddled cozily up around one of the library's pillows. His patchwork yellow cape cloak was being used as a makeshift blanket. Neither girl nor Cecil was up to bothering him. They all agreed that he looked comfortable and got back to their work. Well, they planned to, anyway; five minutes later, they were distracted again.

"He's very cute," Lolly twittered, smiling sweetly at the sleepy boy. "Do you think I could ask him to the dance?"

"Dance? What dance?" Cecil replied. There was a weird feeling forming in his stomach. It was probably the coffee he'd had that morning. When he brewed it wrong, it made him sick.

"There's one coming up. I'm on the committee for it. Just between you and me, I think the school planned it to help get us in better spirits. All this murder stuff sure has made some folks antsy. I don't like it at all. It's creepy, thinking about it. I'd much rather think about going shopping for fancy dresses and outfits and getting swept off my feet- although," she hastily added at the mocking look on Naomi's face, "I know all of that's mostly pretty childish, isn't it? I've just always thought there was something dreamy about dances. The lighting, the chandeliers, the food, the gentle music," she sighed and swooned, "and, most importantly, the people. That's why I want to ask him. I know some people think he's weird, but I don't. I want to get to know him better. He seems like he'd be, I don't know, someone nice to be around. And he definitely seems the romantic type. He's very flirty–did you guys know that? We have a class together–just the two of us, it's in the middle of the day–and he doesn't stop chatting me up for a second. He's sweeter than sugar."

"You're making me want to vomit, Lolly," Naomi groaned. She'd rolled her eyes about seventeen times during the other girl's short speech.

"Don't be so mean, Naomi. I actually like him." She swiveled to face Cecil. "I know it's sudden, but I… I feel like it's the right thing to do. I could ask him as friends first, then, I don't know, show up in a pretty dress with my hair straightened and my makeup done to the nines and tell him afterwards that I had such a good time and that I want to see him again. Then we could start going out more, just us, and see if there's a connection. I really think he might like me. He made this comment the other day about the necklace I was wearing and said it 'suited my eyes', and two days before that he made a joke about going to his room. I don't know about that yet, but I do know for sure that I want to talk to him more. What do you think?

("If you think that'd make him happy, then I think it's a great idea."/"That's up to you."/"Uh, I have no clue. I didn't think you guys knew each other that well.")

Ok, I’ve gotta be honest.
I can’t continue this one anymore. I truly do love both Finnegan and Cecil as characters, but I hate, hate, hate the world I’ve written them in. I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you both—you’ve been just so wonderfully pleasant to talk to, and I hope that sometime in the future, if you’d ever like to, I could maybe talk to you individually to try something like this again when I have better ideas for their stories—or other stories, ones that are more purely me and less strictly as an experiment—in my head.
If it’s something you’d be into in the meantime—and I hope this doesn’t sound like advertising or anything, I just felt like I’d clarify something—do have another roleplay on here that I started a couple of days ago to try and keep myself dedicated this site. It’s closed, but I would appreciate it if you ever decided to give it a glance or tell me what you thought of it. Or, if you’re ever free, please feel free to message me a hello in my private messages or ask me to proof read your own stories! As I said, me making this choice has nothing to do with either of you. I don’t mean to be a flake. I just hoped to give you an explanation this time instead of dropping off the face of the Earth (and leaving you wondering why I had another roleplay up).
Thank you both for the fun time :)

That's totally fine! I understand that.
I really appreciate you explaining this, though, so yeah.

Of course, I'd never want to force you to stay with a story that's just not working. I hope you have fun with your other roleplay, thanks for letting us know ahead of time that you're going to be closing shop with this one. It's been a pleasure to help you write this story a little bit, even if things didn't pan out. Have a nice night!

Thanks :)