«We Could Be Legends» Chat Thread

[Cluckcluck1215]

Hahahh, I just stumbled across the first suggestion to eat somebody.

Oh good for you, Kate. I'm sitting over here trying not to sob while reading Freddie/Frankie/whatever the heck his name is telling Cam and Alice their parents are dead.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Um, no. They're just lurking in the shadows, waiting to completely catch everyone off-guard.

D: Oh.... great. Good thing they're giving us all a chance to heal first.

Maybe we won't all die.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Oh good for you, Kate. I'm sitting over here trying not to sob while reading Freddie/Frankie/whatever the heck his name is telling Cam and Alice their parents are dead.

Aww I was skimming that part and bawling.

His name is Fredrick, it's supposed to be Freddie but I kept getting it mixed up with Frankiedoodle.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Oh good for you, Kate. I'm sitting over here trying not to sob while reading Freddie/Frankie/whatever the heck his name is telling Cam and Alice their parents are dead.

THAT'S WHERE I WAS.
IT'S ROUGH.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Bleddyn's fingers caught something metallic and she triumphantly brandished a can opener.
"Hey Sherri, gimme your arm," Bleddyn demanded brightly.

........
this is a breath of fresh air.

 

[Rose Quartz]

........
this is a breath of fresh air.

HAHAHAH! What EVEN?

 

[Rose Quartz]

"She's mentally unstable and hides in bushes a lot. You'll get used to it."

I'm dying.

 

[RiverStorm]

Connor was dying.
In truth, he’d been dying all day.
He was certain of it now. All of his fruitless struggles to move had proved to him that he had no feeling below his waist- his back had been broken and he was paralyzed. He likely could’ve lived with that alone, but there was this strengthening weakness that came not from what oppressed him outwardly, but within. He wasn’t completely aware that he was slowly succumbing to widespread internal bleeding, but he knew.

So it was only now did he really come to terms with his fate. Perhaps it was the soil clogging his throat and nose. Maybe it was the utter torture of breathing that betrayed the broken ribs. Though his body was relatively free in the earthen pocket he’d come to rest in, his neck was pinned upward at a horrible angle. The stale air his nose raggedly drew in came with more and more solid particles every time.

This wasn’t surviving.

He’d miss getting to see his little girl walk across a school stage to receive the scroll of paper that was the prize of relentless, eighteen-year pursuit. He regretted that his guidance wouldn’t be there to fight for her way through through the trials of oppressive early adulthood. His arms wouldn’t be able to pull her close when she hit another dangerous low in her belief of herself. He wouldn’t be there to fight off the unqualified suitors and begrudgingly come to an understanding with the only one worthy.

But she’d be able to do it all without him.

He was breaking the promise he’d made to Ash when they were barely more than kids and terribly uncertain of how they were going to find their way in the world without family or funds. No longer would he be there to defeat the remanent terrors from their own ghastly adolescence that came for her in the night. There wouldn’t be any more off-key, radio-accompanied midnight duets atop the most remote hill they could find. His bottomless stomach wouldn’t be there to receive the dubiously edible products of her kitchen concoctions. Now she would be forever taking her jogs alone.

But she’d be able to do it all without him.

He knew it was going to be okay. They’d both be able to go on without him. They were the strongest women he knew.

And then he had a sudden thought of Wolfram. Now that his own ideas were the only ones he had to contend with, he was suddenly certain that Bleddyn was going to have to start dealing in the messy world of negotiably mutual feelings a whole lot sooner.
And he was surprised to realize that he was okay with the negligible potential of Wolfram becoming something more for his daughter. Because, among all of the self-loathing, doubt, and ineptitude that the young man was comprised of, Connor had seen something he’d seen before.
He already knows he’d die for anything of them.
He’d die for her. Just like I was. Just like I would.
And am.

All of that realized with finality, he was put at even greater peace.

Through all of the pressure that was interminably collapsing his innards into themselves, he was able to recognize that, somehow, he’d been approached by much stabler survivors. He curled his muzzle into a grateful smile for the gift of magically generated oxygen, but his breathing had already been far too compromised for it to aid him. For a moment, his eyes fluttered, fighting against his stubborn will to force them open, then they flickered shut entirely for the last time.

He was suddenly overcome with pride for Ash and Bleddyn. His fantastic, amazing, and completely undeserved partner who had pulled, walked with, and run ahead of him through the way better half of his life. Their brilliant girl who’d overcome so much against the worst kind of negativity- her own.

For his last movement, Connor chose to smile again. Hey, Tom, I’ve got so much to tell you, man.

With anticipation for whatever waited beyond this horrible plane, he let himself go.

Great now I'm crying again

got dragged along and befriended by some random overly-kind shapeshifter boy that he really didn't know,

Literally description of Lachlan's and Wolfram's relationship.

I can't decide if I miss these times or not.

I don't know either XD

ARGH
THIS RELIVING IS MAKING US QUESTION TOO MUCH
Character DEVELOPMENT, everybody. Everyone's PERFECT.

It's... Actually shocked me how much River has changed from who I first envisioned her as.

aww, don't do that.

Who died this time?

Words of a true RPer.

I'm dying.

You have no idea how much I enjoyed writing that post

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram, after many seconds of frozen terror, managed to rip his gaze from Bleddyn's, ever so slowly turning his head to look at the gathered group of assassins. His heart stopped for more beats then normal at the sight of the ragged she-cat staring at him.
Promptly, the cat sat down, curling her feathery tail over her scarred paws, watching him with interest. He most horrifying prospect of all, was that they made no move to harm them. "Tell your mom and River," he said slowly in a undertone to Bleddyn. "To get your dad somewhere safe. You need to go too." He looked at her, watching the Pure from the corner of his eyes. "It's not safe."
For a moment, his gaze lingered on her, before he had fully shifted into his cat skin in less then a few seconds, and pelted toward Mapleshade, and flung himself at her, claws and teeth bared.
The moment his claws hit her fur, the chaos of battle ensued.

So
the battle itself took 600 posts
not too bad.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Great now I'm crying again

Literally description of Lachlan's and Wolfram's relationship.

I don't know either XD

It's... Actually shocked me how much River has changed from who I first envisioned her as.

Words of a true RPer.

You have no idea how much I enjoyed writing that post

you
you had to post that, didn't you?

Yep.