MIRACULOUS

LE KANGOUROU / MIRACULOUS HERO OF PARIS

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I’ve  decided    !    This  blog  has  been  archived  again  and  you  can  now  find  me  at  kangarooed    :)

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I’ve  decided    !    This  blog  has  been  archived  again  and  you  can  now  find  me  at  kangarooed    :)

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I’ve  decided    !    This  blog  has  been  archived  again  and  you  can  now  find  me  at  kangarooed    :)

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[foxxiisms-blog]

         His feet sounded dull against the school’s tile floors. Echoing through the large corridor was the whispers of others – muttered things that Todd thankfully couldn’t make out. But he was sure some people whispered about him in a harsh light. Many would talk about the fact that his mother was a crack-whore. Many would talk about his father being a dead-beat and terrible father, despite him being the only parent he had. 

         But about Memere? No one would have harsh words for her right? She was a BEAUTIFUL woman, who’s fingers had been smooth with wisdom. Who’s heart had been cut from the most brilliant diamond. She was the beacon of light in Todd’s world. His mother, would say the opposite about her mother however. She would complain about the fact that she abandoned her daughter – left her on the side when all she wanted was love. 

         But Todd knew better. Todd knew that Memere was a saint – She had given Avery every ounce of love she didn’t deserve. But he had no idea that other’s had begun to whisper that abandonment ran in the family. He had no idea that people, didn’t feel sorry for him. Many felt he deserved to loose something. 

         Because in their eyes, Todd Rebane was a rebel kid – who was filled with hate and evil. They viewed him as someone who needed to be humbled and brought down to his knees. In fact he figured many people would be happy to see him broken. 

         Todd crashed through the doors of the school, his body seemingly    l i m p     and out of control as he turned to run towards home. But he couldn’t. Home wasn’t the same anymore. Not without her. It wasn’t home anymore. He crashed to his knees, a hand pressing to the rough brick wall on the outside of the school. 

         And the sobs began again. He felt like his heart was about to    b u r s t .   He felt like he was dying. His sobs were loud and filled with absolute desolation. He trembled in his spot, and it didn’t cease when he heard Sheila call his name. He couldn’t speak, it hurt too much. 

                          ARE THEY HAPPY NOW? TO SEE ME BROUGHT TO MY KNEES?

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Emotions didn’t come easily to her. They were uncomfortable things, capable squirming inside her stomach or colouring her vision red or completely obscuring every aspect of rational thought. She didn’t trust them. Didn’t trust herself when they surfaced. More often that not, she did everything that she possibly could to keep them hidden. Yet as she gazed on, helplessly, as her best friend fell apart in front of her, there was nothing she could do to keep the tears back.

He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve this. Out of everyone in the entire world, he shouldn’t be here, collapsed against a wall outside their school as unwelcome eyes peered on and whispered and gossiped about how the greatest light in his life had been snuffed out. His sobs wracked his body, trembling and shaking him until he was little more than a leaf in the wind. Why did he come ? He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t suffer like this.

Powerless against his grief, she stood there, hands balled into fists by her side. There was nothing she could do. Nothing that she could say to make him feel any better. And even if there was something that she could do to help him, she wouldn’t know where to start. She just wanted his pain to end. She just wanted him to stop crying. 

“ Todd. ” She speaks his name again, voice cracking towards the end. It is little more than a whisper. “ Todd, I’m sorry. ” Maybe it’s instinct which invites her to take a step toward him, arm reaching out to touch him. To hold him. To do anything to keep him steady while his world is collapsing all around him. 

It’s definitely not thought which pushes her forward. She still has no idea what she’s doing. She doesn’t know how to help. She’s never experienced anything like what he’s going through before. Her brow furrows, in pain almost and she pulls her lip between her teeth, gnawing on it in anticipation. “ What do I do ? How do I help you ? ”

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     NATHANAEL & SHEILA ( @dcssincr )

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does sheila think revolution would be worth war? like a greater society or something would be worth many losses? wink

     The question of the worth of an individual’s life is quite a controversial one, specifically when       in relation to the supposed or assumed betterment of a greater majority of people. Even for       me, it’s important to be able to imagine myself in the shoes of one of those lives lost and to       decide on whether or not I would be willing to be able to give such a sacrifice.  I find it both       easy and a little difficult to choose the answer for Sheila. Being a superhero in itself means       that Sheila must be able and ready to give her life for others, to die at a moment’s notice if       she is required to save the city of Paris.   And for herself, if this revolution is definitely some       thing that she believes in and supports, then she would be okay with the loss of her life. It       would be a simple and easy decision to protect the society that she deems is worth it.  But       when it comes to giving up the lives of other people for the betterment of society, suddenly       everything becomes a lot more difficult. It’s terrible to basically murder so many people after       her entire life had been so dedicated to protecting them.   The revolution would have to be       something that she agreed with with her entire heart, being and mind.   She would have to       wholeheartedly believe that the outcome would actually help people.    That it would prove       to create a greater society,   because that kind of guilt and weight on her would absolutely       crush her. She would never come back from something like that. The fiery, sarcastic Aussie       would change forever. It would kill her just as much as she willingly let the others die.

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         ❛ Nah, ye LOVE it. ❜ He says, shrugging and moving to stride past her towards the living room. He wasn’t used to accepting help from others. He’d always sort of been on his own. ❛ Thanks though, for lettin’ me crash here. ❜

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“ Yeah, no worries. I’ll probably come to regret it later but for the moment, she’ll be right. ” She seemed to forget her previous annoyance and trudged over to the kitchen, grabbing a dirty glass out of the sink for a glass of water. “ Have you told me yet why you need a place? ”

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            Fox laughed, or rather, snickered at her comment. But his lips that had been curled back into a snarl was certainly not from humour. Pain shot through his hip – and he finally decided to lean his body against the alley wall. He keeps his weight off his hip, lifting his leg a bit but that only seems to make it worse. 

            ❛ Ah! ❜ he lets out, growling and groaning before he hisses and curses under his breath. He laughs again, panting as he lifts his head. He forces a smile to his lips – eyes squinted against his pain and his teeth grinding together. The smile looks uncomfortable, forced. 

            ❛ Aw, we’ll aren’t ya sweet. ❜

[kangarooeda-blog]

Not good. Instinctively and immediately, her hand reaches out toward him as he collapses against the wall and shouts out in pain. Eyes widen in a mix of fear and worry and it takes a surprising amount of self-restraint to keep herself from jumping over and potentially making everything so much worse than it already was. Frantic responses had never even been her thing but for some reason, seeing him like THAT was driving her crazy.

“ I try to be. ” But the response is half-hearted and she cocks her to the side slightly as she studies his condition, thoroughly distracted and disinterested in what she’s saying. It scares her more than she cares to admit that her first thought is hospital. How did she let him get this bad? 

“ You idiot. You should have stopped. How am I going to fix you? ”

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   CRIES OVER THE FACT THAT I’M SO GODDAMN    EXCITED FOR THE ZAGTOON UNIVERSE

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