MarshiestMallow

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

yeah... it was... I just can't deal with some people sometimes anymore...

and i'm nearly finished my post!

Beyond the Storms

Right then, Luna’s only world was the three of them, Raymond, Juliette and herself, in a cavern that was intent on swallowing them whole. She would get the two to safety, she needed to make sure that she did. Helping people was what she did, and Luna would give her life for another's. She didn’t know where she’d end up, if she fell into that abyss, but she wasn’t afraid of death. No, there was no point in fearing what was, and would always be. As Raymond encouraged her to go ahead, she only did so because he scooped juliette into his arms. She let the way, shouting here and there about a crack, or some rubble, or anything that might cause him to fall, making sure she wasn’t getting too far from him.

She looked back, refusing to let her fear overrule her. She had people to look after, and she was damn well going to make sure she did. She figured she’d always be at odds with Constance, the girl that would never admit that she was wrong, or not the best and despite Edward’s words, she knew that there would never be any reconciliation with Constance. The woman was stuck up, and set in her ways. She would never change, and Luna could be nice to her all she wanted, and nothing would change between them. Constance would continue to think of her as she did. So Luna was the better person. She was willing to try. And she had already risked her life for Constance, had treated her. Just because Constance wasn’t a good person didn’t mean that Luna wouldn’t protect her either.

She looked ahead, making sure the others were safe, before looking back, making sure that Raymond and Juliette were okay, slowly so that she could go after them up the stairs. She was leaving no one behind, and she watched them, making sure that their path was clear, that nothing was about to fall on them. ”just a little bit longer! Come on, Raymond!”

How were they going to get out? Her mind went there, but she had no answer. Maybe this was a test, of some kind... She didn't know, she didn't know what was going to happen, and she wished for the first time she had something more than her wits, more than just her hands. She wanted answers, she just didn't know how to get them.

"nearly there"

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Myra

location outside Callie's inn
interacting with:... no one, but... @Crono

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Myra looked down at the sleeping puppy in her arms. So content, so happy… It reminded her of how she’d sit for hours, holding Sombra, or Alexander… or both of them at the same time, just looking at them, at these two beings she’d brought into the world. She’d been a foolish girl, but they’d helped her grow… They’d shown her what love was. What it truly was, and changed her life forever. She thought on everything she’d been through, everything she’d done to give them the best possible life she could, and wondered when things had changed, so drastically… when had she lost Sombra?

Had she ever really know, her little girl? Had she held on, too tightly? She’d give anything, to have her daughter back, for even five minutes more… just to know she was alright, that she was safe… and happy. And if that… that delinquent was what made her happy… Well, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t punch him in the face. She looked up at the inn, wanting nothing more than to charge in there… But she wasn’t ashamed to admit that Callie scared her, just a little bit. Strange woman… but respectable.

And if Sombra tried to run again… this time there’d be more than an APB on her… No, Myra would hunt her to the ends of the earth, to find her. Nothing would stop her, even if it was abundantly clear that Sombra was gone in the wind, Myra would still chase after her. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. She was never going to let her girl slip away again, not without a fight. And she’d damn well make sure that Sombra knew that, that she knew she had never given up on her, and that all she wanted was to be a family again.

She had no doubt that Sombra would be angry. If she barged in there, there would be yelling, and screaming, and anger so hot that it could burn a room down. Sombra was still a Flores woman, and so was Myra. Anger was what they were. There were times… Times before Sombra disappeared, times before Damien disappeared, where she had pitied her younger brother, trapped between her and Zoe… And yet, she’d give anything to see her younger brother again. So she could punch him, and then hug him. And then demand where he had been, and heaven forbid it wasn’t a satisfactory answer. Not that that was likely to happen. Damien was gone in the wind.

Her thoughts had taken a turn, distracting her for a moment. She couldn’t go in there… She was the Chief of Police, if Callie had guests… she had to give a good image… She couldn’t barge in there… no matter how much she wanted to… She was so close to Sombra, and yet she felt like she had never been further…

Her gaze went down the road, where she was sure that Alex was going to drive down, any moment. He could go in…

He could go in and make sure Sombra was okay… If only he’d get there soon. Myra could only wait so long before taking things into her own hands, and be damned the consequences.

Beyond the Storms

I shall sneak a post in tomorrow!

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ᖴᑌᒪᒪ

Theodore

Location:Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London.

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As the explosion continued to rocket the plane, Theodore kept his grip on Juliette, unwilling to let her be ripped away from him as well, his gaze on the spot where Isaura had been, only to be torn away. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, and he tore his eyes away, looking to Juliette, knowing she was terrified, and unable to do anything about it. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tightly, looking to give her any comfort he could, as they plummeted towards the ocean.

Some part of Theodore that wasn’t filled with fear, with heartbreak, remained calm. He had heard stories of people surviving plane crashes by staying in their seats, but the looming ocean rising up to greet them told him there would be no surviving if they were buckled in. They’d drown, and the last thing he’d see was Juliette gasping for air. He twisted, releasing his death grip on Juliette, to reach down, and pull at her seat belt, gripping the clasp tightly, he watched the water continue to grow, the length of the ocean widening, becoming more vast, and closer as they drew nearer and nearer.

”Make your way to the top, Julie” He said in her ear, his voice rough, ”And I’ll come find you” As they met the water, Theodore pressed on Juliette’s clasp, releasing her, and shoving her out the seat, towards the ocean, ”Get clear, Julie! Get clear!” He cried, fumbling with his own seatbelt, he didn’t see where she went under, and he closed his eyes, hoping he hadn’t just killed his sister. The tears he hadn’t let fall in front of his sister unable to be denied any longer, and when he opened his eyes again, it made it nearly impossible to see.

As the plane hit the water, the cabin- or what was left of it- began to fill with the biting cold, his fingers, sore from his earlier attempts to try and tear his own seatbelt off, fumbled with the buckle once more. He tried not to panic, tried to keep his breathing even, so as not to make his situation worse, but he couldn’t hold it at bay. What if… What if Isaura was dead? Who would look after Juliette? How was she going to survive in this terrifyingly cold ocean? Once, twice, he gripped the clasp weakly, trying to free himself as the water continued to rise. He tried not to focus on other passengers as they struggled to free themselves as well, tried not to focus on how cold, how rapidly numb he was becoming as the water rose, seeking to cover him completely. His fingers struggled even more with the clasp as the water made everything harder.

His last breath was more a gasp, as the water rose above his head. As the cold sapped his energy, the last dregs of warmth leaving his body, Theodore knew that he would die in that seat. He just… He had to believe that both Juliette and Isaura were alive… He had to die thinking that. His fingers grasped the clasp once more, his body striving to expel the air in his lungs, and bring in a fresh replacement, he finally freed himself. His body rose out his seat, and he had to turn away from others, still trapped, knowing that he was leaving them to doom, to death by drowning.

His lungs burning, growing ever painful with each passing second, Theodore kicked, trying to go for a powerful push that would take him out the plane. The cold sunk into his bones, to the point where he thought he might never get warm again. Was that how death felt like, the sapping of every last ounce of warmth, the furious need to breath, but being unable to? The pain of being torn apart from the only people you loved in this world? His eyes stung, but he refused to close them.

He kicked again, clearing the wreckage. His lungs were furiously demanding oxygen, and he knew that if he opened his mouth, that would be the end. He couldn’t afford to make a mistake, he needed to reach the surface, before his body overruled him, and sought the much needed air it was telling him he needed. He couldn’t swim down…

But he couldn’t tell which way was up.

Panic filling his brain even more- if that was even possible- Theodore kicked again, before he stopped moving. Some instinctual part of him told him, reminded him, that humans floated. For one horrible moment, he thought he had got that wrong, remembered wrong, or maybe his instincts were just rebelling as his body grew more and more angry at him. And then he slowly rose, and he kicked upwards. The last little bit of air he had in his lungs expelling, to blow a small trail of bubbles into the water, swallowed up by the bubbles his movements created. His lungs furiously demanded that he breath, and he fought that instinct, that natural mechanism.

Just a little bit longer, he told himself, a little bit longer, and then he could breath all he liked. A little bit longer, and he could find Isaura and Juliette. Please… don’t let him have killed his little sister…

When his head broke the surface, he almost didn’t believe it, his lung sucking in the blessed, sweet air in several gasping gulps, before he expelled it in one long shout, ”ISAURA, JULIETTE!” It wasn’t as strong as he would have liked, his abused throat, the shout drawing out into a near whisper, his tears stinging, and he furiously reached up to wipe his eyes, as he desperately looked about, for any sort of familiar silhouette.

”Please… be okay… “

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Oh and you edited and... okay then.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

@BlackPanther

Um you just needed to add in gage at your latest post... cause Cassie was talking with him and did pull him gently... can you please reread my Cassie post and respond correctly to that in your latest post? Just cause... Cassie did interact with him...

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

@BlackPanther
SebStian and syleste are in the same room I did have Cassie say to him to come over to Sebastian's bed for a bit.

Granted I forgot mentions... I was half asleep when I formatted my posts

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Cody

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Cody’s thought were on his friends, and the question he had asked Aron. He was worried about Syleste and Sebastian, the only ones who hadn’t healed, in any sense. They were going to have a long road ahead healing… just as long as it would take the rest of them to figure out what they now where, how they had changed… and he nodded at Aron’s words. He wanted to make sure they were okay… part of him couldn’t help but feel like it was unfair, that the rest of them got to heal, while they didn’t. ”Yeah. Especially after last night”

He was also a little worried about Sebastian. The quiet boy had been… out of place last night, despite everything… Cody wanted to reassure Sebastian that they weren’t about to leave him behind. He was their friend, and had been through the same as them. Cody would make sure he was accepted. With Syleste it was a little different… He doubted that anything would ever tear Gage away from her. Broken from his thoughts by Aron’s voice, Cody looked up.

He looked to Aron, pleased that he seemed to be taking Cody’s question seriously, although he hadn’t expected much of an answer, it was a rather obtuse question. He noticed Aron’s apprehension, which had him looking to the door. He supposed it was a rather… new experience. Going home to somewhere he was accepted? The fact that Cody knew Aron would have been terrified to go home before angered him, made him want to do something about it. There was nothing to be done, though…

Aron’s words distracted Cody from his anger, which he hadn’t seemed to realise had caused his heart to speed up, a pounding in his ears, and his hands had curled into fists. Aron’s words seemed to soothe him, the quick kiss speeding his heart in an entirely different way, for the sweetness of it. He nodded, figuring that that was right… there had to be bad, so you knew what was good, but Cody would still give anything to take away the pain and suffering Aron had had, at the hands of those that should have been gentle, and caring. It wasn’t possible, but he would still give anything.

As they entered the house, Cody stopped, then nudged Aron gently. Whatever the situation was, he was sure that Zoẻ could handle it. It didn’t seem wise to stick around and maybe make a bad situation worse. He followed Aron, moving silently, not wanting to attract too much attention to either of them. When they reached Aron’s room, Cody put some of what they’d brought down, looking to Aron with a smile, ”I’m happy for you, Aron… And I think if those monsters try and make trouble, Zoẻ will tear them apart. But I’m not going to let them hurt you again”. There was no way that he’d see Aron hurt, no way he was going to let this be taken away from Aron.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Cassandra

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Cassandra looked up as her father re-entered the room, and gave him a small smile, but turned her attention back to Sebastian, wanting to make sure her friend was okay. There might not be anything that she could do, beyond give him words and comfort, but she could still do that. She needed to feel useful. Or despite everything, she might just fall apart. At his tears, she reached out, taking one of his hands in her own, giving it a squeeze. She gave him a smile, and nodded. ”I know… it’s been some tough few hours, hasn’t it? But it’s going to be okay… We have each other, all of us” It was all she had, and she hoped it would be enough.

As her father asked to check Syleste over, she looked back towards Syleste and Gage, worried for Syleste… last night had to be more traumatic for her than the rest of them… at least they could see what had happened, she had had to listen to everything… She knew Syleste was strong, but it didn’t stop her worry for her friend. If she’d had nightmares… what were they, compared to Sylestes? She could wake and see that everything was okay… snuggle against Chewbacca, or hunt up her father… Syleste had been stuck in the hospital, an unfamiliar place for the girl.

She wondered if maybe they could take her home… if her father was there, it would be alright, wouldn’t it? She would have to ask him, see if there was anything they could do… they’d have to talk with Syleste mother about that…

As Gage seemed to not want to leave Syleste’s side, Cassandra slipped away from Sebastian for a moment, going over to him. ”Gage… my dad needs to be able to check Syleste over, without you crowding him. He needs to make sure everything is okay, that she isn’t going to get an infection. Okay? Come over here, with me and Sebastian, just for a few moments, alright? So he can make sure she’s okay. You don’t want him to miss anything, do you? Come on” she reached out to take Gage’s hand, giving it a gentle tug, before returning to Sebastian, hoping that Gage would see sense, and come over as well.

She looked to her father at Sebastian’s next words. Learning about the supernatural… It seemed like she was going to have many teachers on that… Zoẻ, Quinton… her father… and now Sebastian. What could there be, how vast was the supernatural world, and how had the normal world not found out about it, before? These were questions that she wanted answers for, but doubted there were any that would satisfy her. She nodded and gave him an encouraging smile, ”I’d like that, a lot Seb… it would be nice, to learn more about the supernatural world, and not just from the adults”