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Celestial Bonds: The Fateful Few

Rest assured, this is still happening. Unfortunately, life has taken the GM and I hostage.

Dear Anonymous. . . [Relaunch]

Danera Rojas & Emma Vein

Last period. Last class. Last hour.

Danera suppressed a groan as she stared up at the clock. The hands moved agonizingly slow, each second lasting a full eternity. The teacher's monotonous voice had faded into the background, becoming nothing more than a buzz to Danera's ears. It was just plain maddening.

With a sigh, Danera looked down at the folder before her. It was the English assignment, and by far one of the few fun things the school had to offer. A majority of the information sheet had been finished. The rest she could easily accomplish at home. She flipped through the pages, careful that each swish of a page wouldn't catch the teacher's attention. She wasn't in any mood to get chewed out for 'being disrespectful'.

She looked up towards Emma's seat. By a miracle, their two desks had been paired next to each other. Emma wasn't just Danera's friend. She was the sole reason Danny hadn't run out screaming into the hall from boredom.

"Psst," she whisper-called, wadding up a piece of paper and tossing it to Emma. "Psssst...Em...!"

Emma had been listening intensely to class and was taking notes. She was looking forward to the English project as it seemed to be fun as they could talk from behind a screen and become friends without knowing it. She smiled slightly down at her desk and read over her notes before looking over her English project carefully before someone called her name. Her head darted around before she realized that it was Danera. "What is it, I need to get more notes down so I can revise this when the testing starts because if I don't revise then I will fail and if I fail then I won't be able to practice at the dance studio that my dad owns which means I will have nowhere to dance and if I can't dance then I have nothing to do" She said in a really quiet voice. She was comfortable with Danera so she could talk to her easily but talking to other people is really hard unless it is through a screen or through one of her videos. She still hasn't told Danera that she does youtube and she works really hard on her channel.

"Go to the bathroom with me. Pleeaase?" Danera moaned melodramatically. "I'm so bored! Look, you can copy down the notes later." Her voice dipped in volume as the teacher turned to face them, but her attention was back at Emma once more when he turned around. "Look, it'll be just one time. He won't even notice!" A sly look glimmered in Danera's eyes. "We can head to the gym on the way," she sang invitingly.

Emma heard about the gym and her eyes lit up and she nodded and asked to go to the bathroom and ran to the gym. She got her phone out and put music on before closing the gym doors, leaving Danera behind as she got lost in her own world as she slowly started dancing. She doesn't notice anyone when she is dancing. She loves dancing and gets lost in the music. She had quickly got changed into her dance clothes and did a jump where you have your back leg bent up to her head and her front leg bent. She kept dancing and was doing pirouettes as she kept dancing and jumping over and over again.

Danera grinned and grabbed her bag, ignoring the teacher's disapproving glare as she followed Emma out. A light chuckle slipped out of her mouth as she ran after. "Wait up!," she called, biting back a full fledged laugh. By the time she had reached the gym, Emma was already in the middle of a dance routine. Danny couldn't help but stare at her friend's elegant movements. They were so smooth, so graceful. She wasn't just dancing--She was speaking with her body in a language only for her thoughts.

Danera ducked into the bathroom, ridding her shirt and jeans in favor of a simple black tank and leggings. She ran out into the dance floor and let the music take over. Her body moved in rhythm of unspoken words, and her legs became wings as she flew. No longer was her mind in control. Her body was a puppet as the music played with her strings.

She grasped Emma's hands, pulling her into a quick twirl as she matched their movements together.

Emma realized she was there when they started dancing together and stopped. She still hadn't danced in front of Danera when she knew she was there. She hadn't danced in front of anyone on purpose. She went to the bench in the gym and watched Danera dancing, she was shy herself so she never did her. It made her clam up and she wouldn't be able to do anything. That is what was happening right now. She had managed to get herself to the bench before having a panic attack. She clammed up and couldn't breathe. She was shaking but she couldn't move otherwise and she couldn't stop the shaking. Her breathing was also really fast.
Danera stopped dancing as she noticed Emma's absence. She saw the girl head to the stands, a panicked expression creasing her face. Concern instantly swelled inside Danera and she hurried to her side. "Emma!"

Emma's ragged breathing and tense form were sign enough she was having a panic attack. The question now was how to help her. Danera took gently took her hand. "Hey now...it's okay..." she soothed, "just take deep breathes..." She wrapped an arm around her in attempt to calm the tense girl, murmuring soothingly.

Emma struggled to breathe normally because she had been panicking. She is a bit calmer now and is not shaking as fast. She gets these episodes a lot and a lot of different things can trigger them. She was still breathing too fast until she managed to slow it down and breathe normally. The shaking started to slow down and eventually came to the stop and the tenseness of her body slowly released so she was relaxed after a few minutes. "I am sorry, I am fine now," She rushed. "That shouldn't have happened, when people see me dancing, well you know and when you joined in I realized that you saw me dancing and I couldn't help it, I am sorry," She quickly said.

Danera gave her a worried smile. "You're alright now and that's what matters." She pulled Emma into a tight hug. "Promise me you'll tell me when you're having another panic attack, alright?" she whispered, "I wanna make sure that you're okay."
After a pause, Danny pulled away. A mischievous gleam glittered in her eyes. "Dancing aside...there's this new restaurant that's opened up that I've been dying to go to." With an energetic giggle, Danera grabbed her friend by the hand and hauled her away.

Emma nodded slightly. It is hard to tell someone if you are in the middle of a panic attack because your mind can only focus on panicking and not much else. She focuses on walking alongside Danera and she keeps her head down just in case of any bunkers like they were doing. She hummed quietly to herself so only she could hear herself humming. She was really alert after a panic attack as her senses went into hyper mode and she was trying to stop herself being able to hear and see everything that is happening around her because of it as she hated it after a panic attack as it only makes her more paranoid.

Danera kept her arms wrapped around her friend as she traversed the halls. Teachers and security guards were carefully avoided with practiced ease. Once or twice she had to pull Emma into the bathroom to escape a passing sentry, but their walk to the exit was for the most part clear. Danera hurried outside and into the student parking lot, still hug-dragging Emma. "It's gonna be okay." Danera gave Emma a gentle smile. "Just take deep breaths, okay? I'm here with you." Danera led Emma to a old, grey pickup and undid the trunk's gate. "Why don't we take a break? Make sure you're all right?"

Emma nodded. She breathed slowly as she tried to calm down her senses. If you didn't know her then you would think she would be a shy girl but it went much deeper than that. She had social anxiety and slight depression but she tried not to show it but her anxiety was hard to hide so she didn't really talk to anyone. Her senses started to go back to normal. "I am fine now, that shouldn't have happened even though I am used to it I do not like it and you can tell but that it not the worst time as you haven't seen that" She smiled to her slightly. She was scared to be bunking as she ha never done it before.

Danera boosted herself onto the trunk, though her hand remained holding Emma's. "Just tell me if it ever happens, alright?" She fished out a bottle of water from her purse and handed it to Emma. "You're my friend, and it's my job to take care of you." She scooted and patted beside her, beckoning Emma to join her. "We can skip the restaurant and head back to class, if we need to." Danera was reluctantly to head back to Mr. Boring's class, but if it meant having Emma feel better, then she was willing to sacrifice what little sanity she had left.

Emma sat next to her and held the bottle of water. "Lets go, I agreed earlier so I will come with you I am not turning back and getting confronted by the teacher, I never want that to happen" She said quietly. She never put her hand up in class and she pretended like she wasn't there even though she worked hard so the teacher wouldn't notice her. She wouldn't say a thing so she wouldn't get told off for talking and she never wanted to get told off as she hated getting told off because it brought everyone's attention to her and she hated that a lot. She focused her eyes on the ground as she thought about these scenarios, hoping they would never happen but nothing is avoidable forever.

Danera wove her fingers around Emma's, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "That's my girl!" She laughed and pulled her friend into a quick, tight hug before jumping off. "Alright, here's the plan." She straightened up, determination flooding through her. "First, we're gonna stea--ahem, borrow my brother's truck." She dangled a set of keys before her. They were technically Jacob's, since he was the more 'mature' (coughBORINGcough) one. But in the eyes of twins, nothing belonged to only one. Danera continued, "Next, we go...well, we go wherever we want! It's Friday, and I am ready to par-tay!"

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

Hey guys, I'm posting in a few minutes.

I'm ok, think I caught a cold though. So that sucks, but other than that it's been pretty calm here.

@The Errorist

Aww, hope you get better soon!

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

<Snipped quote by Invader Len>
Also @Fubsy should Aaron come in and intercept Eddie in the bathrooms before the next GM post?

@banjoanjo

I'd say wait for a couple others to post, although go ahead if you can manage to squeeze it in your prior post.

Celestial Bonds: The Fateful Few

Most definitely still in this. Just been busy with school and life in general.

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

Just got a 19/20 for my English test essay! Been riding on that high for like the past hour. I've got a physics test afterwards though, so that'll bum me out back into a neutral level of happiness...

@banjoanjo

Yooo, that's insanely good! Good luck on your test! Physics can get pretty hard.

Science of Animals

I'm still interested. Hopefully I'll get a post up soon.

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

So, how is everyone this evening/morning/afternoon/whatever time it is? ^_^

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

Woot woot, finally posted! It's midnight over here, so hopefully that doesn't sound like a garbled sleep deprived mess.

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

The box was ordinary—small, wooden, square; perhaps some interesting intricacies traced in the lid if you looked hard enough. Nothing too special. Nothing too flashy. Nothing too weird. It didn't even have a label to show what it or its contents were. It was entirely ordinary, save for one little tidbit of fact:

It wasn't Quinn's.

Quinn stared at the box, fragments of sleep blurring her mind. Maybe she was still dreaming. Maybe this was just one of those lucid dreams where everything seemed real, until the rainbow elephants jumped from her closet claiming that she was their long lost relative. Maybe, just maybe, the box hadn't magically appeared at the foot of her bed. Blink blink. Nope. Still there. Quinn pinched her arm. Nuh-uh. Box was there. This was completely real.

With a groan, Quinn fell back onto her pillow. It could've been Isaac. He was always leaving around gifts for her. Except that they'd established that her room was a 'Quinn-only Zone' way before he even married Mom. Couldn't have been him. Not Mom either. As caring as she was, she was never the random gift giving type.

So where had this box come from?

Quinn sat back up, brushing a hand through her messy locks. She stared at the box. The box stared back. The two were caught in a staring contest worthy enough to be in the Olympics. Unfortunately, the box was a gold medal athlete.

"You're, uh, not going to blow up in my face, are ya'?" Quinn laughed nervously.

The box didn't reply. Probably because it didn't have a mouth. Or brain. Or any vital organs in general.

"Yeah, didn't think so." Quinn huffed. Hugging a pillow to her chest as a makeshift shield, she slowly edged towards the box. A hesitant poke with a toe resulted in the box only moving slightly away. No booms. No traps. Nothing...yet. Quinn tossed aside the pillow and scooted closer. Nothing continued to happen, which was a good enough sign that it was probably safe.

Sucking in her breath, Quinn flicked open the lid and closed her eyes. When nothing happened, she opened up her eyes and peered down. There, nestled like an egg in a nest, was an ebony, egg-shaped hair clip. Unexpected? Oh yeah. Unwelcome? Oh nah! Quinn picked up the clip, gently tracing the smooth surface. While she wasn't one to wear clips and jewelry, the clip seemed...different. Like when she held one of her aunt's heirloom brooches. There was a certain sense of heaviness to it, as if it seemed too valuable to lose but too important to never wear. Quinn stared, completely enraptured by the mysterious gift. Given the chance, she'd stare at it all day.

Except that'd be really boring to read and even boring-er to write.

A suddenly flashed filled the room, breaking Quinn's trance. She cried out in shock and dropped the clip, falling back in shock. The floor shook as the young girl slammed back-first into the floorboards. For a moment all she could do was lay there, stunned.

"G-goodness, a-are you alright?"

It took Quinn a full five minutes to register the unfamiliar voice.

"I'm perfectly fine!" Quinn shakily called back. Except, with her breathlessness and shock, it came out slurred like, "D'yim purr-fuggy fy'n!"
Still, whatever got the point across.

A squeak of surprise slipped out of Quinn's mouth as a black and white...thing poked it's head over the edge of the bed. It was a badger—that is, if badgers were three inches tall, had big heads and eyes, and floated. The creature...badger...thing's eyes widened considerably. "O-oh dear," she (Was it a she? It sounded like one.) squeaked. Her quiet voice trembled like a leaf on a wind-blown tree. "A-are you o-okay?"

Quinn shut her eyes. Less so from the pain of falling into hard wood, and more from the fact that there was a tiny badger-thing talking to her. "Y-yeah, just...gimme a sec." She lifted her head towards the closet. Nope. No rainbow elephants. This was real. Her head fell back to the floor with a dull thud.

The badger-thing winced, a blend of sympathy and apology swimming in her large eyes. "I-I understand y-you must be very confused—"

"Confused?" Quinn groaned and dragged herself up, rubbing her head. "Confused doesn't even begin to describe me right now." She pulled herself onto the bed, eyes still locked on the tiny floating badger. "Okay, first off: who and what are you?"

"M-my name is Prytt..." The badger-thi—er, Prytt's voice dropped in volume as she shyly lowered her head. "I-I'm a Kwami."

"Kwami?"

"A-a fairy of sorts. I-I sort of g-give you powers a-and transform..."

Quinn blinked as the little Kwami carried on rambling in an increasingly lower volume. A fairy. Who gave magic powers. Because why else would this morning be perfectly normal. She ran her fingers through her hair. "And...you came from that hairclip?"

Prytt nodded timidly. "The Miraculous."

Quinn reached for the clip, turning it over in her long fingers. This was real. This was real. She kept repeating the three words over and over as if they were some sort of magic spell that kept her sanity, or rather what was left of it, together. This is real. Smiling crookedly, Quinn tucked the haircip into her hair.

"As realty altering as this whole fairy-magic-powers thing is," Quinn dashed into her closet and hurried changed into more suitable clothes before grabbing her bag, "I still have school to deal with.". Quinn gently took Prytt and tucked her into her jacket pocket. "You can explain this whole...Miraculous...thing later, okay? Right now, we've got a bigger problem to deal with: school."