Keeper of the Lost Cities (RP) discussion
Residences
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Smallspark
Roblin and Madeline leaped outside a small gate, behind which a small rock path lead to a small cottage like residence.
"Woah!" Madeline fell on the floor, head first and rolled. Everything in her backpack fell out.
Roblin yelped. "Oh geez..." He caught her, then blushed and set her down, ducking to pick up her stuff from the path. "You okay?" He paused when he saw the harry potter book again. "Isn't this from the forbidden cities?"
"No." Madeline said, looking away.
"Okay..." Roblin shook his head, stuffing her items back into her bag. "Sorry about that. Did you hurt yourself?" He glanced down, and saw a vial had broken open. "Oh geez... I guess you'll be needing more bladeroot? I've got a ton, so..." He offered his hand to help her up.
Madeline reached her hand out to grip Roblin's hand. She tossed Roblin onto his back. She then got up and dusted herself off. "Now we're even." She reached out her hand to help Roblin up.
Roblin ignored her hand and got to his feet, rubbing his back. "Wow. Um. Great." He rolled his eyes, but he was grinning all the same. He picked up her bag and opened the gate. "Welcome to Smallspark. And be nice to Margren. She isn't used to visters..."
"Got it." Madeline said, entering the gate.
Roblin grinned at her back and jogged behind her, opening the door when he passed her. "Auntie?" He called.
Madeline moved behind Roblin silently.
"Took you long enough!" Margren snapped. "Great gregor, I thought you had faded." Roblin shuffled his feet. "Took a while to get away I guess." She raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I might have stopped at Slurps and Burps for a bit..." Margren smiled faintly. "You know, you should find a real hobby, like cooking!" She teased. It was obvious they had had this conversation many times before. Roblin groaned.
Madeline felt so awkward. She shuffled her feet. She wanted to insult Roblin, but remembered the fact that Roblin had seen her book.
Roblin remembered Madeline and bit his lip, not wanting a weird conversation about bringing a girl... he shuddered. Grabbing Madeline's arm, he started up the stairs. "Um... gonnagetsomestufffora...friend?" he paused. "yeahsoI'llbeinmyroombyenow." He pulled her into his room.
In Roblin's room...Madeline sat down on the floor. "Nice room." She said softly.
"It's enough. I never spend any time in here anyway." Roblin smirked and a gust of wind speed through the window, blowing open a trapdoor on the ceiling. A ladder dropped down.
"Cool!" Madeline said, standing up. "Is that your lab?"
"Yep!" Grinned Roblin, glowing with pride. He gestured toward the ladder. "Ladies first."
Madeline looked at Roblin suspiciously, then decided to trust him and quickly dashed up the ladder.
Roblin followed behind, wide grin on his face. In his lab...
A few beakers were brewing over a fire in the corner. One wall was covered with shelves, holding vials and jars of ingredients. A table was full of scattered tools. An imp was in the corner, lying in a pile of scorched blocks, melted cauldrons, and ashes. It's snores filled the room.
Wow Madeline thought, inspecting the scene. "This place is cool."
"Thanks." Roblin glared at the imp and snatched a jar from the shelf. He shook something into his palm and kneeled next to the imp, slipping it down it's throat. The snoring seemed to die down by 80%. "I need to give Arnold some unicorn tears to shut him up. I swear, everything he does is twice as loud as it has to be." Nether less, he picked Arnold up and placed him in the crook of his arm lovingly.
Madeline stayed silent. She felt awfully awkward.
Roblin cleared his throat. "Anyway..." He shuffled over to the wall, sorting through the vials and jars. "Oh yeah. I'm Roblin."
"I'm Madeline." She said softly. She watched as Roblin sorted through the vials and jars.
"Madeline. That's a pretty name." Roblin commented, then realised how it sounded. "I mean... um..." He blushed and grabbed a jar overflowing with thin white roots tangled into a sort of hairball. When he pulled it out, some fell to the ground like snowflakes, only to be snatched up by Arnold, who burped happily. Roblin shook a few roots into his palm and thrust them at her, looking at the ground. "Bladeroot. To replace what I broke."
Madeline's eyes widened and she dove to catch the Balderoot. She nodded a thanks, trying to avoid an awkward silence.
((Baldroot?! lol))Roblin turned back to the wall and started pulling out jars and setting them on the ground, seeming to reach for something in the back. "So... do you go to Foxfire? I've never seen you around..." Arnold leaped off tried to open a vial which had a hand drawn label slapped on the side; Morms
(( :| ))"Well then, maybe we need to ask someone to pry open your eyelids." Madeline scoffed. What's that? She wondered. She stepped closer to Arnold, hoping to see what he was trying to open. She looked around and vanished, trying to sneak closer to Arnold.
Roblin grabbed a pale vial with a few scarce threads clinging to the bottom. "Anyway, here's the imp eye-" He broke off, looking around the room. "Madeline?" His voice cracked. Arnold opened the vial, and thick worms crawled out, skin shining like oil on water. Arnold snapped on up and burped.
Madeline bent closer to Arnold and screamed, watching the worms crawl out, which got louder as Arnold burped. She backed up to the wall and fell over, becoming visible. She dropped her bag on the floor, which slid in front of Roblin, opening up.
"Oh no..." Roblin kneeled next to her and started shovelling worms back into the vial and putting it up high on the shelf. "No more! You know how hard..." He shook his head and picked up Arnold, placing him inside a cauldron where he moaned. Roblin turned back to Madeline, embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm so sorry..." he looked annoyed for a second. "You're a vanisher?"
((Victoria??))"Yes!" Madeline shouted, standing up and brushing herself off. She blushed bright red.
((Oops. You did not see that.))Roblin shook his head and grabbed her bag, slipping the vial of imp eyelashes and the bladeroot into a pocket. "Hope this was useful?" He shuffled his feet and looked around awkwardly.
(( :( ))"Thanks." Madeline muttered angrily, in German by accident.
Roblin grabbed her arms, looking closely at her face. "Are you feeling alright? You must've hit your head really hard..." He flicked his bangs, eyes wide. "You were like, grunting or something."
Madeline's eyes widened and hardened, and she looked away from Roblin. "It was nothing." She said, trying to control her language. "It was a word I read in the forbidden cities book."
"You said that book wasn't from the humans!" Roblin tried to hide the pang of hurt from his voice. "And it would've been nice to mention, I dunno, that you were a vanisher?" He thrust her bag at her chest, glaring.
"Well I'm sorry! I just met you!" Madeline exclaimed angrily, oofing under the weight of the bag. "You don't expect me to go 'Hi, I'm Madeline, a Polyglot and a Vanisher." She shouted. She frantically covered her mouth, hoping Roblin didn't notice her slip of words.
Roblin looked at her in disbelief. "And just when I thought..." He shook his head and pointed toward the trapdoor. "You know what? You don't seem to be enjoying yourself. You successfully duped me into giving you what you wanted, you have no reason to be here." Arnold whimpered.
((de?))Madeline looked at her feet, embarrassed. "I didn't dupe you." She grabbed Roblin's hand. "And I'm sorry." Roblin didn't deserve to feel this way. He hadn't done anything wrong to her.
The red flush faded from Roblin's cheeks as he glanced down at her hand, shock halting his rant. "I-erm." He cleared his throat and swallowed.
Madeline let go of Roblin's hand slowly, as if reassuring him that she was sorry. "I think I should leave now." She whispered.
Roblin awkwardly stuffed his hand in his tunic pocket. "Yeah, I guess. Auntie's gonna be her any second. We, I was pretty loud." He double checked she had the bladeroot in her bag. "Is there anything else you need to stock up on? You know, while we're here?"
Madeline shook her head. "So...see you 'round Foxfire?" She asked.
The corners of Roblin's mouth twitched and he tried to hold back a grin. "Can't wait." He opened the trapdoor and slipped down the ladder into his room, Arnold flying after him.
Madeline tilted her head, sliding down after Roblin.
Margren's voice floated up the stairs. "What was that shouting I heard!?" Roblin glanced over his shoulder. "Nothing. Just Arnold." Arnold flapped over to Madeline and landed on her shoulder. Roblin grinned. "I think he likes you." He teased.
"Me?" Madeline said. Now that she was thinking about it, Arnold did look pretty cute.
Roblin snickered and carefully eased Arnold off her shoulder. "I guess you better go. You can't leap from here though. Auntie added the extra security in case they came back." He looked down.
Residents: Roblin Cinder and his aunt, Margren.
Description: Small cottage.