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bereavedbelle:

That word makes Wendy pause. Then, she winces. Magic used to fascinate her and her sister, they were enthralled by any and everything with mentions to it– books, shows… acts…

[ He ruined it all. ] ( But this one is not him. )

“Magic can’t get you everywhere, you know.” In fact, it can do the opposite– but she cuts herself off before she runs this stranger off with the balancing act that is her history with things of a magical sort.

“You’ll keep an eye out?” Without waiting for an answer, Wendy drops to the ground and starts piling snow with her bare hands. The sting is nothing compared to what she’s dealt with, after all. Once she has a snowball, she stands again, looks her new friend in the eye.

And then she smashes the snowball onto one of the points on his hair.

Klarion pursed his lips at her response, eyes narrowing a bit. Was she doubting his prowess? Not that he could really prove it. At all. He was virtually powerless in this city, and Teekl let out a yawn as though to emphasize that.

Still, pride goes a long way. Though he felt slighted by her comment, Klarion chose to let it go-- after all, this was the first time in a very long time he had come in contact with someone roughly around his age... someone he could, perhaps, play with.

CRUNCH.

Klarion let out a high-pitched yelp at the ice’s initial contact. Sure enough, the snowball splattered with the force, leaving cold remains to dribble down the rest of his body. But there was still the most important part of their experiment: his hair. A gloved hand made quick work of shaking the melting snow away to reveal... ... ... a perfect, seemingly untouched point.

“Oh! Brr... I wish I had known you were going to use the snow... what are our results?”

#bereavedbelle #wendy 01 #SORRY ABT THE WAIT!! i won't let these shit kids die

alicesoneandonly:

The more Peter looked around the city, the more he wondered just how he managed to survive here so long. The closer he looked at everything, the more he realized that he barely knew anything about this place. This was due to simply trying to live and survive without thinking, for if he went into his thoughts he might never come out.

This way of living also desensitized him to how different everything here was compared to Wonderland. He was used to the constant, predictable changes of time in this world (dawn, day, dusk/evening, night, repeat) that it was no longer strange to him and was just as normal as the random time periods that were commonplace back home. He was used to the fact that there were no faceless or other role holders here. He was growing used to the fact, no matter how disturbing that there were no games or rules in this world, or if there were, they were nothing compared to Wonderland.

Everything was so different, and it wasn’t until now that he fully realized how different. When he took a break from simply interacting and surviving, Peter began to see the city in a whole new light, and he didn’t like it.

Before he could dwell on his thoughts further, a sudden sound caught his ears. While most wouldn’t hear the approaching of a cat or any other silently moving animal, Peter’s ears were trained to detect such sounds. It was how he survived in Wonderland when the Cheshire or anyone else tried to use stealth to do him in.

And it was simply a rabbit thing.

Swiftly moving out of harms way, Peter reached for the watch at his side. With a bright glow it changed it shape, and in a matter of moments he was holding a pistol firmly in his hand. “Cats truly are filthy creatures,” He said, aiming the weapon at the animal before pulling the trigger.

Klarion had his fair share of unfortunate experiences in the Hive already-- as it turns out, people are people, no matter where or how they’re placed-- but this? This was a whole new level of bad. Usually when others were disturbed by Teekl, they simply shooed her away; at worst, they kicked her.

But no one had ever dared shoot at her before.

The rabbit man was fast, dangerously so, but that didn’t stop Klarion from trying to intervene. With a powerful cry, he lunged forward and flashed a wrist outward-- for once, he was satisfied with the power the scientists had granted him. Teekl was telekinetically hurled out of immediate harm’s way.. but not before the bullet shot through her tail, earning a screeching yowl as she was launched.

He might as well have shot Klarion.

“What-- on earth was-- THAT!” he cried, doubling over and glowering at the man who tried to kill his familiar. “To pull a weapon on a-- a-- cat like that--! It’s-- it’s-- YOU’RE the filthy one! You’ve hurt her, you beast!”

#alicesoneandonly #peter 01 #sorry this took 10 years dsfl #YEA THO i only really read the manga put out by tokyopop... at the time translations for the games were rly? sparse?#n you had to jump thru a bunch of hoops in order to install the programs to even run the games...#but my favs were the twins and vivaldi

firstgemboy:

“Yeah, but I don’t think my mom trained him that well…it just sort of does his own thing.” LIon was always there when Steven needed him, whether it be for a battle or just a ride to Connie’s house, but even then he got distracted easily and really only listened if he got a snack.

He noticed a slight change in Klarion. “Do you…miss your mom?” He asked quietly. “You don’t have to answer that if you don’t wanna.” Steven reached out and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He understood the difficult feelings you could have towards a parent.

“Yeah, the gems are like rocks with bodies…” He chuckled. It was always weird to explain. That was one thing he liked about never going to school; he wouldn’t have to try and explain magic to a lot of kids.

“That’s so weird…” His eyes widened. “So, they never let you leave until you came here?” It reminded him a bit of the scary version of Beach City he saw in his mother’s room.

Klarion flinched away at the touch, instinctively scowling at the hand that grazed him. His scowl continued until he met Steven’s gaze, to which he softened up a bit; it didn’t seem like the other boy had any ulterior, harmful motives.

“I... do I... No,” he stammered, emphatic in his rejection. Klarion cast his eyes downward, the free hand at his side curling up into a little fist. “She... probably doesn’t even... miss me...”

He scratched the back of Teekl’s neck as Steven explained the gems, lips pursed in thought. He was pretty eager to change the subject anyway; Klarion detested having to face any sort of strong emotion.

“So... they are... golems, yes?” he asked. “Though I have not heard of an autonomous golem...”

Klarion snorted at the assumption Hive City was the first time he’d made it out of Limbo Town. “Well, I suppose that would be the case if they had their way, but I escaped. At least I got to explore a bit of the above-ground before being trapped here... imagine if they would have extracted me directly from Limbo Town! Ha!”

#firstgemboy #steven 01

bereavedbelle:

She’s pleased he humors her, at least. Others would give her that look– that you’re a creepy little girl, leave me look. Or they brush her off, bring up something else. It’s nice to have someone who slips into her conversation without any effort.

“If it could, you would have a magnificent self-defense mechanism.” She meets his grin with an owlish blink, and a cock of the head. “… As long as we can avoid getting caught.” Something tells her the older figures in her life would not like testing out the weapon efficiency of another kid’s hair.

Thankfully, they don’t have eyes everywhere.

Klarion gave a little snort as he adjusted Teekl in his arms. He wasn’t sure what she meant by that-- assuming his hair could impale things, was he supposed to just charge at a potential threat like a bull? He was a bit fragile for all that.

“I think my magic is plenty self-defense in-and-of itself,” he said, a little proudly. “...But I suppose you do have a point. A last resort, if you will.”

Klarion couldn’t help but laugh at her ‘caught’ comment; though he was certainly not laughing at her, it was a cocktail of emotions: of mischief, of surprise, of confidence. He was excited now-- it had been a long time since he had done something mischievous.

“Caught by whom? Adults? I’d like to see them try. Go on, then... fetch something you’d think might work, please.” It was her idea, after all. Might as well let her choose what to impale.

#bereavedbelle #wendy 01 #someone help these kids

@alicesoneandonly

The Hive was no stranger to the strange-- well, not that Klarion had much room to talk. The more time he spent here, the more he recognized the subtle nuances of the city; it made Gotham look homogeneous.

This was his particular train of thought as he weaved through the streets, carelessly following Teekl. Her tail was twitching to and fro, her ears perked-- it seemed she was on the hunt. Klarion, of course, had nothing better to do than follow his cat, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to go through the stress of losing her again.

It was a good thing that he decided to trail his familiar today, because before long she had found her prey. After some moments’ stalking, Teekl gave a snarl and pounced on her victim: a cold-looking man with, interestingly enough, rabbit ears.

O, Heaven. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

#alicesoneandonly #peter 01 #hope this is ok!! get wrecked peter #i used to be sooo into hnkna when i was in middle school fkdsfj

bereavedbelle-deactivated202007

Okay, maybe she does need work on this whole ‘social’ thing. Kids her age– or, at least, kids physically her age– need interaction in order to develop properly. She knows because she read that in a book once.

( She was reading instead of socializing, so the point is moot, but that’s alright, that’s fine. )

Let’s start with this nice fellow, shall we, Wendy? Just go up and say hi, maybe compliment him.

“I like your hair.” Good start! “Can it be used to impale things?”

Nevermind.

@awitchboy

awitchboy-blog

Klarion had little experience with kids his own age; Limbo Town actively discouraged any sort of play, and once he made it above-ground, well... being in a short-lived child labor gang didn’t really make for healthy and happy interaction. He was content so long as he had Teekl to keep him company.

Perhaps that’s why he was immensely caught off guard when a girl around his age approached him-- and... complimented him?

“Umm...”

Her follow-up, though, struck a more familiar (destructive) chord, and in his confusion something of a smirk twitched to life.

“I can’t say I’ve ever tried. It is simply hair, after all...” A contemplative pause, followed by an actual grin. “Would you care to find out?”

#bereavedbelle #wendy 01 #no impulse control... local weird kids burn down hive city

@tbpkmnmxster

Klarion was trying very, very hard to be good. Being good entailed keeping to himself and staying out of trouble. He had been doing well for as long as he had been trapped in the Hive, save for a few hiccups here and there; it was almost becoming like his home in Gotham.

But today... he couldn’t help himself. His curiosity was going to be his doomsday, he just knew it.

Klarion leapt from the small balcony he had been sitting at and landed neatly in front of the boy below that had captivated his attention for the past couple minutes. Teekl, tucked safely in his arms, gave a little spat, disturbed from her nap, but stayed silent after the fact.

“Hello--! Just what is that little creature you have there? And what are you doing with it?”

#tbpkmnmxster #ash 01 #hope this is ok! give him a good ol thundershock if you need to SDLKFD

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pitchercat:

Whoever controlled the writing on the machine understood Tama’s message enough to respond in kind. Good. What was pretty bad was that the rest of the letters were arranging themselves in a distinctively writing-like structure– if the plant had a heart, it would have sunk. Tama fumbled trying to respond, but a slip of its leaf hid away the keyboard and displayed a totally different set of symbols.

[To: Klarion] [From: Tama “Stray Cat” Kawajiri]

[1/3]: Cxxxxxxcvv😃😉😉

What… the hell. This was revolutionary. These pictographs opened up so many possibilities for truly complex communication.

[2/3]: 😺👈

“This is me.”

[3/3]: 📱👈klaron

“Who are you, mysterious set of letters appearing in my device?”

It took a while before Klarion got a response, which made him a little nervous, frankly. He hadn’t meant to scare away the stranger on the other side of the phone. Was his cat depiction just that bad? Ah, but here the phone buzzed, putting to rest his insecurities-- and igniting a fiery burst of enthusiasm once he laid eyes on those lovely pictographs.

[From: Klarion] [To: Tama “Stray Cat” Kawajiri]

[TEXT]: ???!?!?/?HOW

Klarion furiously mashed at the device in his hands, tapping and swiping until he also stumbled upon the sacred emojidex.

[TEXT]: 🐱 👉 !!!!!!!!!!!

Were they asking who he was? That sure looked like his name, almost. Maybe they only liked to communicate in pictures?

[TEXT]: 😈👈 klarion! [TEXT]: 😈 ❤️ 🐱 🐱 🐱 !!!

“I’m Klarion! I love cats!”

#pitchercat #stray cat 01 #GOD i love this #''klaron''

firstgemboy:

“I know.” A bubble of laughter broke up his words. “Lisa is a witch in this book I like. She’s a witch, and she has a familiar too.” Despite Connie’s opinion, Steven still loved the ending to the series, and has reread Lisa and Archimicarus’ wedding scene many times.

“Oh, well, I’m not. I mean, I’m training really hard, but I’m no where as good as my mom was. She’s the one who used to own Lion, and it’s all her stuff inside his mane.” Of course, Steven had started putting his own things in there as soon as he learned of it. It was very useful to be able to reach in and grab a soda after training.

“I’ve never even been to school!” Steven threw his arms up. “The gems live at my house with me, and they train me. And my dad teaches me other stuff, like how to read.” Based on what Connie says about school –how you have to sit still for a long time, he could see why someone would run away. “So you lived underground?”

A flush of heat rushed to Klarion’s face at Steven’s correction. He really needed to start getting acquainted with the times, huh. At least the other boy was nice about it. Klarion offered a sheepish smile as he scratched his cheek, unable to stop himself from also giggling alongside Steven.

“O-oh... I’m not particularly well-versed in such things, if you couldn’t tell...”

“So, your mother passed down her familiar to you?” Klarion asked curiously, an eyebrow raised in thought. “My mother was also a better magic user than I...”

Klarion trailed off at this, his smile fading and replaced by a more serious and slightly wistful look. He hadn’t bothered to think about his mother in a long time. Would she even care about his adventures thus far?

“Gems?” he echoed, shaking his head as if to snap himself out of a daze. “As in... minerals? Is your magic mineral-based? Ahem... well, school really isn’t what it’s cut out to be. I’m sure both you and I are happier where we are.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Klarion resumed his speech, shining some light on his previous living situations: “I did live underground, yes. It was called Limbo Town. We were told there was nothing beyond its limits... but here I am, hah. It is much nicer even here, being kept against my will, than it was there...”

#firstgemboy #steven 01 #klarion says: say NO to school!

thanks everyone for the sunday stuff!! it was really fun!!

and now... how about a small starter call? hit that like if you want a thread with this witchboy. tentative cap at 3, subject to increase based on motivation. ;o

#ca rp ad #i dont wanna burn myself out again like last time plus i have a New Boy waiting to be accepted here so...#as always if u miss the cap u can also pop me a message etc etc im flexible

🎨 !