forum Modern/Urban Fantasy Highschool RP. (Closed!!!)

Started May 16, 2018 by shurikenwolfbadass_13

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"Are you OK, Cressida?" He asked, turning back to Ryan. The top-sweet smell of the tea came around the room with a vengeance.

"Mhm"

Ryan hums, leaning forward on the counter, his eyes fluttering between open and closed. He wasn't a morning person… at all.

Cressida holds a hand to her head. "Dammit, not now! I'm busy!"

Raziel kissed him. I guess it's time we get to school, yeah?" He asked, walking to the door. He opens it, standing in the doorframe.

Ryan nods, hissing as he taps his finger against his leg. Instantly he's in torn black jeans a My Chemical Romance shirt and his usual black converse. He hums and walks towards Raziel, nodding tiredly, "I guess." He mutters.

Cicada looked at Ryan, "Well that's not fair."

Ryan looks up, "What's not fair?" he asks, confused.

"I can do that too!" Raziel said, snapping his fingers. He was instantly in another pair of designer boots and matching designer belt, a pair of True Religion jeans, and an AC/DC t-shirt.

Cicada groaned, "Why do you two have life so easy?! I have to physically change my clothes!"

"I think I can still make pacts to give you this ability too." He said.

Ryan chuckles, "My dad is a mage too. I've known this spell since I was a kid." He laughs softly.

"Really?" Cicada looked at the angel, "Then please do. I don't want to smell of alcohol all day."

"Alright, come here then." Raziel said. "What I'm going to do, is give you selective reality warping, which means you can only do this to change your clothes." He offered his hand.

Cicada took the hand, "That's all I need."

"Not quite." The angel said, their hands are both punctured, as if by a small invisible needle they both bled. "Now it is." He walked towards the doorframe again. "So, Ryan, should we go by bike, or by wings?" He asked.

Cicada shook her hand. She snapped her fingers and watched as an Imagine Dragon shirt appeared along with a pair of ripped jeans and a red black flannel, "Score!"

"You've got wings, right, Cicada?" Raziel asked, snapping his fingers. Two slits were gouged in his t-shirt, and his long, powerful, white plumed wings extended from his back and nudged their way out, flexing.

Cicada released her own wings, "Duh. I'm a demon, of course I have wings!"

"I haven't seem many with wings, but I know some do have them." He said. "That's beside the point. They're beautiful! "

Cicada looked to him, "I haven't seen many without, but thank you!"

Cressida stands up, and immediately falls over.

The angel rushes to her.
"You okay?" He asks.

“Yeah. Just so you know, I’m very likely to pass out sometime in the next hour.”

"Is there anything you need?" Raziel asked, sincerely.