Keeper of the Lost Cities (RP) discussion
Residences
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Smallspark
((Where is she now?)) Roblin turned away and ran back into the house, choking back sobs. Margren was already in the hallway, hands full of produce. "What happened with your friend?" Roblin wiped his eyes, running up the stairs to his lab. "You were right." He said thickly. "About everything."
((Devendorf..., her residence))
The next day...Roblin went outside the gate, then leaped to Foxfire.
Roblin leaped outside the gate, already running. He thundered up the stairs and the ladder, slamming the trap door behind him. He slumped against the wall and collapsed into sobs.
After a while, he dried his face and climbed out the window, dropping to the garden. He crawled over the fence and leaped to Foxfire.
Roblin leaped back, trying to act like nothing happened. The pill had worked, but it left a sour taste in his mouth. He shuddered and dropped off his bag, starting homework.
Unbeknownst to Roblin, Madeline was on his lap. She rolled onto the floor and bit her lip, not wanting to scream from the pain of landing on the floor.
Roblin heard a thump and looked around, unnerved. "Hello?" He got up, looking around for the source.
Madeline gulped quietly, stepping behind Roblin in one swift move.
Roblin swallowed and sat back down, peeking over his shoulder every time he heard, or thought he heard, something. He soon finished his homework for the day and searched through his bag, wanting to prepare for the Astronomy test.
Madeline growled on the inside. She snatched his bag, yanking it away from his hand. She didn't want Roblin to find out she was there, and wanted to get revenge on him for running away from her just for trying to be a friend.
Roblin tripped forward as he missed the bag, and got to his feet, pale. "Who's there?" He called, grabbing his bag and hugging it to his chest. With one more glance around, he moved to the door, hand on the knob.
Madeline whirled around, stomping onto Roblin's foot.
Roblin squeaked and opened the door, running into the hallway. "I'm, uh, gonna work on astronomy outside Auntie. Bye?" He darted down the stairs.((This is how she wins his friendship back?))
((Nope))Madeline jumped down the stairs, landing in front of Roblin.
((You contradict yourself!))Roblin paused, forgetting his telescope. He raced back up to his lab.
Madeline sighed. She stood there, planning her next step.
Roblin grabbed his telescope from under Arnold and grabbed a couple jars to bottle starlight. As an after thought, he grabbed a couple potion prototypes. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't alone.
Madeline sighed. She doubted whether this was the right thing to do or not. She shook the feeling of empathy, wanting revenge.
Roblin slipped down the stairs and out the door, setting up the telescope in the garden.
Madeline shoved Roblin into his telescope, hoping he'd tumble.
Roblin fell into the produce, smudging dirt on his cheek. "Who's there?" He yelled, throwing one of the potions.
Madeline yelped, jumping up and reappearing for a fraction of a second.
Roblin grabbed blindly at where he had seen the figure, brushing against the back of her collar. He yelped and grabbed tight.
Madeline choked, turning visible. She coughed. She felt unable to breathe.
Roblin gasped. "Madeline?" He dropped her, scared. "Oh geez... areyouokay? I'mso,sosorry!" He stammered.
Madeline stood up, coughing. She brushed the dirt off her skirt, sighing. That's what I get for getting revenge on someone I like. She thought, sighing.
((Oooooooooooooh.... Madeline?))Roblin hugged her, chanting. "You're alive! I didn't kill you! Oh thank the stars..." He slowly pulled away. "...I mean, No, I am not glad to see you. What is your problem!? It's been you following me around all day, right?"
(( :| ))"Not all day." Madeline said.
Roblin flicked his bangs out of his face angrily. "Why?! Isn't it enough that you're going to tell the world the secret I've kept for eleven years?!"
"Where do you get the idea that I would tell anyone?" Madeline asked softly, hurt. She thought that Roblin would know that."Besides," She said angrily. "I have no friends." She looked away from Roblin and at her shoes.
Roblin's breathing slowed down, and the red flush faded from his cheeks. "Listen, I just mean..." He gestured weakly, trying to explain his point. "Why would you..."
Madeline looked away, sighing. She hadn't hoped that it would go this way.
Roblin tried to catch her gaze. "So that's how it's gonna be?" He huffed, wiping his cheek to clear the dirt from when Madeline pushed him. He only smudged it, but didn't seem to notice.
"Well if you want it to be that way..." Madeline mumbled.
"No!" Roblin cried, voice cracking. He looked done and whispered. "I don't want to it be like that at all. I-" He paused and sighed. "I don't really have any friends at Foxfire either." he confessed.
"You don't?" Madeline asked, shocked. She thought that someone like Roblin would have friends.
Roblin flushed pink with embarrassment. "I mean, some people know who I am. I kinda get the reputation as the clown. Always pranking the teachers with elixirs." He smirked, tucking his bangs behind his ear. They slid back over his eyes the second he lowered his hand.
Madeline bit back a giggle. "But isn't it cool? You know, being friends with the class clown?" She looked away from him."I don't have any, mainly because I'm...how do I put this...not nice. And I normally don't talk much. It's just...around you..." She mumbled.
Roblin smiled faintly. "Same." He blushed and looked away. "I mean, mostly I'll talk to other people about alchemy homework or something. Not like this." He clammed his mouth shut and stole a glance at Madeline. She was kinda pretty. Well, when she wasn't raging at him.
"Really?" Madeline asked. Roblin never struck her as someone who would talk to other people about homework.
Roblin nodded and shrugged at the same time, uncomfortable. "So..." He raked his fingers through his hair.
"Well, you wanna be..." Madeline was unable to say the word. She felt like saying the word, but couldn't.
Roblin looked up, lightly gripping her hand. "Yeah." He said faintly, understanding.
"My..." Madeline choked on the word. "frie-" She paused there. She didn't want to be caught making friends with anyone, much less a class clown.
Roblin quickly pocketed his hand, blushing. You heard her. She doesn't want to be with some one like... He sighed and looked away.
"Friend!" Madeline blurted. She kind of liked Roblin and didn't want him to hate her.
Roblin peeked at her. "Really?! I mean..." He blushed, fidgeting with his bangs. "I would like that." He cracked a grin. "A lot."
Madeline blushed. She hadn't realized what it would be like if she asked anyone to be her friend, nevermind someone she kind of liked. She felt strange. She'd never done anything like this before. She sighed.
((And...end!))