Keeper of the Lost Cities (RP) discussion
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Mar 20, 2017 05:29AM
"So, where do I go?" Madeline asked, holding out her home crystal.
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"Outside." Roblin said, opening the door and pecking down the stairs. "Once your past the gate, light can reach the crystal." He ducked back into the room, plopping Arnold under his bed. "It would be best if Auntie didn't see you."
"Why not?" Madeline asked curiously. "Does she have something against girls from Foxfire?"
"No, it's nothing like that! It's just..." Roblin protested, fidgeting. "I'd rather not go through the 'girl' talk, you know?" he finished, only partly lying.
Madeline raised her eyebrow. "Tell me." She said, walking closer to Roblin.
Roblin edged away, laughing nervously. "You better be going, right? I mean... yeah." He bit his lip, wishing he was a vanisher.
"Tell." Madeline whisper-commanded. She stared at Roblin, wishing she was a mesmer. She wondered why his aunt would be mad at him for having girls in his room.
"It's not you personally, okay? Just-" he shook his head, eyes wide. He opened his mouth then closed it, staring at his feet.
"Just-what?" Madeline asked curiously. "Tell me." She took a step closer, raising her volume.
"It's about my parents, okay? Back off." He grabbed her bag and walked into the hallway. "I thought you had somewhere to be." Arnold was peeking out from under the bed, head bobbing from Madeline to Roblin like he watching a tennis match.
"No. Nothing much." Madeline said, walking closer. She could always torture another innocent student another time. She wanted to know what Roblin was hiding.
"I-I'll tell you some other time. At Foxfire." Roblin lied, not looking at her. "Can we go now?" he pleaded.
"You probably won't see me around." Madeline said coldly, taking a step closer to Roblin.
"You don't know that?" Roblin tried, then sighed. "Don't tell a soul. Swear."
"I swear." Madeline said softly, crossing her heart. She placed three fingers up after.
Roblin closed his eyes. "How much do you know about my parents." He whispered, hating himself for every word.
"Nothing much. Just-nothing." Madeline said suspiciously. She cocked her head. "Why?"
"Julli and Conner Cinder died of an ogre attack eleven years ago. That's as much as the council told everyone when it happened." Roblin's hair covered his bowed head.
"What else?" Madeline said. "There's nothing you can't tell me." She said, tilting her head and forming a small smile.
Roblin lifted his head, eyes wet. "But it wasn't an accident! An ogre..." He sucked in a breath. "This was a bad idea. Why did I..." He shook his head and crossed into the hallway. "Idiot..."
"What?" Madeline said, pretending to be concerned.
Roblin tried to ignore her, beckoning for her to come down stairs. "Auntie's in the garden. We have some time to slip out."
"Roblin!" Madeline whisper-shouted, following him. She gripped his arm, eyes turning cold. "Do tell!" She shouted, hoping Roblin's aunt could hear.
Roblin tried to yank his arm away. "Come off it!" He yelped, voice cracking. "Madeline..." he looked at her as though he had never seen her before. "Sorry." He looked down and slipped something out of his pant leg pocket.
"For what?" Madeline asked suspiciously, taking a step back.
Roblin wouldn't look at her as he rolled a small bottle around in his palm. "Maybe... maybe we can meet again some time. And it won't have to be like this. We could start again. I really am sorry." He pressed, eyes like a wounded dog's.
Madeline sighed. "Sure. Maybe somewhere around Foxfire, next time?" She suggested, desperate to know what Roblin was talking about.
Roblin looked down. "Forgive me?" He spun off the top of the bottle, dropping it at her feet. He hurriedly looked away.
Madeline shook her head quietly, and looked away.
The bottle broke, and a thick white smoke bellowed out, surrounding Madeline, tearing her apart particle by particle...When Roblin opened his eyes, the staircase was empty. He hurriedly glanced out the window, where she was reforming outside the gate, having been forced to light leap.
Roblin's eyes widened and he tore down the stairs, throwing open the door. "Madeline!" He yelped, panic rising in his chest.
Madeline was actually behind him.
((lol))"No!" Roblin grabbed his own hair and pulled, voice cracking. "I knew I shouldn't have used that, never tested properly..." He groaned, still oblivious.
Madeline smiled darkly. She clawed both her hands on Roblin's shoulder, turning visible again. "Gotcha."
Roblin yelped and spun around, facing her. He recognised her and let out a shuddering breath. "I thought- I thought you had faded!" He hugged her tightly, as though checking she wasn't a ghost. He pulled away quickly, blushing.
Madeline smiled. "Nice to know you cared."
"Well, just a little..." Roblin mumbled, looking at his feet. Then he realised his problem. Madeline was still in the house. He was still trapped.
"Why won't you tell me!" Madeline pouted. "I can't wait longer."
"L-listen..." Roblin stammered, backing up again. "I've told you everything!" He lied, slipping through the door onto the path.
Madeline followed him out slowly. She shook her head. She knew that Roblin was lying.
"Okay. You're right." Roblin sighed, taking a few more steps back. "I might have only told you what you could've found out from anyone really." He smiled weakly, mind whirling for an escape.
"I knew it!" Madeline said quietly, gripping Roblin on the arm. "Tell me!" She shouted in French.
"Um... you're doing it again. Are you sure you don't want an elixer for that?" He asked, sincerely worried. The hand on the arm was a bit uncomfortable though... Roblin tried to yank his arm away, only nearly losing his balance and dragging them back a few more steps.
"Sorry." Madeline said, rubbing her forehead with her other hand.
"As long as you're sure..." Pressed Roblin, looking at her strangely.
"Yes. I'm sure." Madelin said firmly, looking away from Roblin.
Roblin grabbed her robe. "I can't keep it a secret. You were right, it isn't fair." He pulled away and held his fist to his sides, walking through the gate.
"Please!" Madeline begged. She strided after him.
Roblin looked back at her and grabbed her hand, eyes wet. "I'm sorry." He whispered, barely audible. Something hard pressed into her hand as he lifted his fist, and the sun shone through her home crystal he had nabbed when he grabbed her cloak. The beam of light washed over Madeline as Roblin stepped to the side, out of the light.
