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OH MY WORD I HAVE THE COOL REP NUMBER SOMEONE SCREENSHOT CAUSE KM ON MY PHONE AND NEED IT IMMORTALIZED
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Pic hesitantly nodded. “Nothing big, huh,” Pic hummed. His eyes grew cold again. At this, Pics face softened. “Unfortunately, I’ve lived it.”
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Pic gathered himself together, and started humming once again. “You’re not Roy…” Pic positioned himself between the newcomer and Lundyn.
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BIRTHDAY
(yes I know our time zones don’t line up yet, but the shard says it’s your birthday so by Ado it’s your birthday)
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“Where is Lundyn!?” @shortcake Pic tuned to Lundyn, grabbed Aventines hand , and dragged Ave to Lundyn.
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Pic smiles wearily, “No idea,” he says, eyes glistening, “I’m just glad one of us is back.” “What kind of question is that?!” Pic responds.
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Pic laughs to himself, “What isn’t,” he mutters, pointing to Aventine and Lundyn.
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Pic’s panic increased as the shield broke, and he looked around in panic as his melody was abruptly ended. The feeling was worse than the time the talked with He Who Ends. His eyes landed on Aventines unconscious, pale face, and he heard her breathing get quieter. A plea, a desperate hope, and a wish, were all he could think about. His emotions, wants, and needs boiled over into a single word he could barely speak. “Help,” he whispered. @shortcake @Spark of Hope @Edema Rue
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Pic wills his shield to grow faster to protect Lundyn, but he can’t move it fast enough to protect her and Aventine. Pic stares blankly at the darkness. “No, no, no,” he mutters to himself.
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Pic grabs Lundyn, and moves over to Aventine. He couldn’t heal, but he could at least protect. His increased the volume of his humming, and the shield spreads over the three of them.
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Pic Pic’s song comes to a slow stop, and his staves fade away. He slowly realizes where he is, and just a little of what tue situation is. “Not again,” he hums with anger. His song changes to a mid-pitched steady march, and his staves formed two shields, each taller than he was. He moved in front of Lundyn and prepared to weather the onslaught.
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Pic voice roared a deep bass, causing everything around him to rattle. Pic disappeared right as he swung at a villager, screaming a fast bassline. He reappeared, and swing right where a pager used to be, shattering the door to Thaidakars room.
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Once Lundyn fell, time seemed to move in slow motion for Pic. Rocks flew at Aventine, at him, striking glancing blows. Pic’s anger grew until all he heard was a deep thrum. Was it his voice? His imagination? The music drew him to action. He knew he would survive these rocks, but what about the child? These people were about to move in and execute her for being stuck in a tree. It wasn’t fair. It never was, and it never would be, outside the clinic. Pics eyes followed a rock as it arced towards Lundyn’s unconscious body, and in that moment, Pic knew he had a choice to make. He chose to break. Something in him snapped like an overused guitar string. He may have experienced this before, but he would not let this happen again to a mere child. He began to hum a thrumming tune; one of death, destruction, and justice. The mob saw the staves move from the tree to around Pic. They glowed red and enveloped his arms. Shadows followed Pic as he ran towards the rock The staves made it seem as if light was being sucked out of his very surroundings. He punched the rock, shattering it and scattering shrapnel in every direction. Pic’s face had a few cuts, but he didn’t notice the blood dripping down his nose and neck. Pic’s voice unleashed an unholy scream as he launched himself at the mob. Rocks shattered, pitchforks and bones alike snapped, and no injuries seemed to slow Pic down. As he clawed his way through the mass, Pic was driven by a desire to protect. He would NOT let Lundyn be crushed. He would NOT let Aventine take any more scars than she already had. These people, however? They seemed to need a few scars.
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Salmon also attracted me to the table. Tis the best fish. -
Pic continued to stare down the mob, almost daring them to move with his expression. His humming grew in intensity, and the hand pushed the tree further back, causing the branches around Lundyn to creak. @shortcake @TheRavenHasLanded
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Pic turns around and sighs. "That's what we are doing!" he yells back. His voice reverberates across the field with a strength that made leaves fall from the trees and pots and pans ring. His eyes began to grow cold, and a few of the less commited villagers took a step behind the mob.
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If you're counting me, I am just a very infrequent player
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Pic walked over, and looked up at Lundyn. He stared for a few moments, then began to hum. His staves spiraled into a perfect mimicry of his hand, floating up to where Lundyn was. They pushed the branches out of the way just enough so that Lundyn could squirm her way free.
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Just left the school for the last time as an official student teacher.
The feels do be hitting.
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What format do you play?
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He walked in silence, but stayed close, listening for Lundyn. @shortcake
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oh you're gonna have fun
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Pic looked concerned and unsure. When Aventine barfed, Pic had to restrain himself from vomiting as well. Pic rushed to walk side by side with Aventine.
