forum Ripe Rip Rp (Closed)

Started June 19, 2018 by @Rvan group

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Ebony waved her hands in the air, “OOOOOOOOO! IT’S PROBABLY BOTH!”

Emora rolled her eyes. Ebony had always been the valentine, matchmaker, love doctor, Cupid, and whatever other title that has to do with love, throughout the time she knew Ramell’s wife. And she sometimes got a little too excited. Emora felt bad for the poor draman under Ebony’s love claws.

“No—seriously! I don’t like Rvan.” Thalia squeaked. She could feel everyone’s gaze burning into her. “He is sweet, but he is still just a friend. And—and I doubt Kyle actually likes me.” She looked down at her hands. She hoped and prayed Ebony would pry one of the other girls about their crush.

Ebony began to open her mouth again to probably ask if Thalia liked Kyle, but Emora stepped in, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Boys and girls are a big whoop. But we should be talking about more important things. Didn’t you realize they have slaves here? The ones escorting us to our rooms? It’s just eerie and in the wrong time period,” Emora pointed out.

“They have surveillance cameras in the halls too.” Nula piped in as examined her nails. “Not a good sign.”

Ebony’s face grew into an image of worry, “You don’t think they’d try to… do anything, would you? Like turn us over to the Council?”

Emora sighed, “I’m sure they would, but probably tomorrow more likely. They still have to get money from the Council. It’s a bidding war, remember? Just as long as we keep up the at-least-two-to-a-room plan, we should be fine.”

Thalia began fiddling with her fingers. “I can’t believe Draco ran out of money.”

Nula put a hand on Thalia’s shoulder. “Yeah, I sup pose we all forgot that he can’t always protect us no matter how badly he wants to.”

Nula looked off into the distance. “You know, it’s kind of weird…I’ve known Draco since he was six and I used to him as inferior…now, I look up to him.”

Skylar’s eyes widened. “How is that even possible?”

“Hmm?” Was Nula’s only response to that, “We should get sleep.”
So the dramans settled down after a bit of Ebony’s whining, and they all fell asleep.

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Rvan stuck behind the group, hesistantly following them. The Officials have given them free dinner at a restaurant in their skyscraper. “Leonardo’s”. More like LeonarNO. Rvan didn’t feel like eating, nor socializing. But he went anyways, for whatever reason. He’d much prefer getting so more sleep, considering he woke up nearly five times last night. It seemed as though Natalia had cursed him, rather than healed him. Vague prophecies that caused him to wake didn’t help anyone…

Rvan sat down between Skylar and Thalia. (For reference, the table order of ‘who sits next to who’ is: Rvan, Thalia, Kyle, Nula, Gregory, Clay, Edwin, Kan, Ramell, Ebony, Emora, Rigel, Draco, Skylar. (It’s a circle table btw)). They ordered their food and made some small chat.

Thalia frowned at her food. “Don’t you guys think it’s weird that they are giving their prisoners lavish food?”

Rigel perked up from where a servers was giving him a massage, “We aren’t prisoners here! We are lavish guests until we’re outbid and I plan to live it up!”
“Don’t wake up in a ditch,” Emora told him.
“Don’t add to the population, either,” Edwin said mischievously.
“Don’t subtract to the population,” Nula added, trying to hide a grin.
Rigel mocked hurt as he gasped, “How dare you all!” But then they burst out laughing.

Although, Draco wasn’t laughing. He was looking off into the distance, with haunted look in his eyes.

Skylar noticed Draco’s quiet demeanor. “What’s the matter, old man? Cat got your tongue?”

Draco glanced at Skylar through the corners of his eyes. “You do realize I am two years younger than your mother, right?”

Skylar stared daggers into Draco then asked skeptically, “Why are you keeping track of my mother’s age, huh?”

“I’m not keeping track. I learned she was seventeen when…” His lips shut quickly as memories came flooding back. “Well, She was seventeen when I was fifteen. I wouldn’t expect the age difference to change.” He forced himself smile as if he thought the whole thing was funny. It was then he realized that Skylar had her mother’s eyes and her hair…but her jawline and her nose—those weren’t her mother’s. Draco gasped with widened eyes.

Skylar was just about to say something else, but the servers came and gave the dramans their orders, and all but Thalia were satisfied. This was not what Thalia ordered. She went to say something to a waiter but he had already left.

The prince of Cuquish looked at the waiter, “Well then, who’s food is this?”
“Um, I’ll take it back to the lady over there immediately, Prince Ren,” The waiter went to pick up the platter but Ren grabbed it before he could.
“No, I’ll deliver it, with an apology at that,” Prince Ren have the shake of his head to his guards and got up and walked over to the beautiful lady that the waiter ushered to, “Excuse me, I believe there was a mixup with the waiters. I do think this is actually your food.”

Thalia blinked at the boy—no, the man standing beside her seat. He was so undeniably handsome and, Deviros, he was actually speaking to her.

Then, Thalia realized she was staring at the guy and came crashing back to earth. “Oh um…Thanks.” She squeaked as her cheeks became bright red.