forum Ripe Rip Rp (Closed)

Started June 19, 2018 by @Rvan group

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Draco smiled fondly at the memory of naming it, “Yes. It’s the best ointment you could possibly get,” Draco unscrewed the cap and dipped a cloth in it. He gently spread the cream on Skylar’s arm.

Skylar kept looking at Draco’s face as he carefully applied the burn ointment to her arm. It had to be a coincidence. she was over thinking things. “That’s funny,” she said with a small fake laugh, “My mother’s password is Sparrow17 for nearly everything.” She always wore a black sparrow mask to the Masked Dance, but that was also completely coincidental. Draco would—no, he had to—assure her of this now by laughing and saying, “Well, that’s odd.”

Draco went slightly pale, and faltered slightly, “Well -um- that’s a strange coincidence,” He tried furiously to pay attention to spreading the ointment over her arm, but her burn was already covered. Draco screwed the cap back on his ointment.

He faltered. Skylar saw it. She sat up quickly. “I think I am going to start setting up my bed.” She added, hastily. Gods, her hands were shaking. She left the room quickly. It’s just a coincidence. She reminded herself, even though her heart knew otherwise.

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Thalia wrung her hands, laying in the bed beside Nula. Gosh… It was so much worse than she imagined, “D-Do you think t-that he’s… okay?” Thalia whispered to Nula. She felt Nula turn in bed o face her.

“Thalia,” Nula whispered, and Thalia turned to face her too, “I- I hope so. Adults have their powers taken away a lot. The only difference is… well, the adults still have a small connection,” Nula explained. It didn’t make Thalia any more worried.

“W-Why did Rvan have the light on in his room?” Gosh… Thalia knew the answer but didn’t want to ever confirm it. She felt Nula put her hand on Thalia’s shoulder.

“They did a lot of bad things to him, Thalia,” Nula whispered. Thalia started to cry more.

“N-Nula, I-I saw my parents. I saw m-my parents when we went in th-that room. And I-I know they had it easier than h-him,” Thalia sobbed out. Nula brought her into a hug. Gosh… this was all terrible.

Skylar entered the bedroom to the sound of sobbing, “N-Nula, I-I saw my parents. I saw m-my parents when we went in th-that room. And I-I know they had it easier than h-him,” Skylar soundlessly closed the door. She was already stressed enough about Draco, but Thalia… Her parents had been in those Labs… It came into perspective and she immediately felt terrible, but she already felt wretched comsidering what Draco said.

(I’m bored. RP with me OLIVIA. I like that music)

Skylar unrolled a sleeping bag for herself and fell asleep to the sound of Thalia’s tears and the storm of her own worried thoughts. Tomorrow, her parents and her ice team wouldn’t see her during morning practice. Would they despise her for committing treason? Or would they search for her like the fire team had for Rvan? She could only hope for the latter.
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When Sorina summoned her ice protégés to begin morning training, Skylar wasn’t there. It wasn’t like her daughter to be late for practice. With growing concerns, Sorina marched up the steps that lead to her daughter’s room. Skylar was one of her strongest protégés and she didn’t believe that just because she was Skylar’s mother. Skylar never missed a day of training nor did she ever hold anything back during practice. Skylar trained the hardest and the reasults spoke for themselves. Although, Sorina couldn’t turn a blind eye to the fact that she and her daughter have become quite…distant in recent weeks.

Sorina knocked on Skylar’s door. “Skylar?” She asked. Sorina knocked again. “Skylar?!” She demanded. She opened Skylar’s bedroom door. Unlocked, Sorina noted. Her daughter never left her bedroom door unlocked. Skylar’s bed was neatly made and everything looked was exactly as it had been…except for—
“Gods.” Sorina gasped as she picked up the note her daughter had left on her bed.

To my parents and my team

I have to do this. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t. Please understand that.

—Skylar

Sorina dropped the note and darted back to the training grounds. She didn’t greet her protégés when she entered the small arena. She just grabbed the nearest remote and flicked on the television built into the wall.

“Breaking news,” a reporter said from behind the T.V. screen. “Draco Legocio and his fire protégés freed Rvan, the criminal shadow draman, with the help of Skylar Serideen.”

Sorina dropped to remote in her hand.

“What the—?” Damian, one of the ice protégés, gasped.

Sorina blinked at the screen.

Her entire life had just fallen apart in a few seconds.

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Rvan got out of the bed soundlessly. He felt his scabbing back break open, but it was a faint, distant pain. He thought he had shared a dream with someone last night, but he didn’t remember ever sleeping. Rvan stood up fully, the blank faced mask still on. It was really the only mask he could wear now. He slowly opened his door and looked into the hall.

Around four o’ clock in the morning, Zeron, the thunder mentor had called Draco. He had quickly warned Draco that the Council was sending their most vicious hounds after him and his fire children. Once Draco muttered his thanks and ended the call, he quickly shook Gregory and Kyle awake and then, rushed to wake up the girls. He told them to take the only things that needed and could carry. He only hesitated when he came to Rvan’s bedroom door.

Rvan was already up and looking at him.

“Rvan, you’re awake.” He said with wide eyes and heavy breaths.

Rvan slowly nodded his head, now feeling blood soak into his white shirt. But once again, it was a faint distant feeling. Rvan slowly tried to look at Draco, his eyes meeting the man who had saved him from the reporters weeks ago. Or was it months? The fraction, the minuscule fraction, of Rvan that still felt spoke up, “M-My back isn’t…” Rvan couldn’t manage any more words.

Draco hadn’t heard what Rvan was mumbled. “Rvan, we are going to leave this place. Can you still run? I know Gregory would be happy to carry you in his dragon form if the answer to the latter is no.” Draco looked a Rvan up and down. He didn’t want to put stress on the poor child but he might very well have to.