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@ramshackles-double-trouble
Prepare for trouble!
And make it double!
Silver and Mars here reporting to terrorize all of Night Raven College! (Crowley can go-&3$!:!: Mars! What?! Heâs awful!)
SevensâŠanyways Crowley DNI or Silver will send more death threats. And maybe Mars as well. Probably both of us actually.
We are here to spread our chaotic mess, though if we have to deal with one more overblot one of us are going to overblot. And we donât even have magic.
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
"Okay, yeah, girl, guy, same thing. This school is filled with men." Mars sasses back, rolling her eyes.
"My point still stands: who is he? ...she? They? Why'd you bring a new student at the worst time!?" Her voice rises as she got closer to the headmage, glaring angrily. Before he could give an answer, she groans.
"Yknow what? I don't WANT to know. I've seen floating heads of cats with weird names, grown men with faces of children, hell even a cat that spits fire!" At the last one Mars points to Grim, who gets offended with a 'MYAH!?'
"I'm in a living Disney fever dream!" She concludes in a scream. Then points back at Bernie, "AND You're not helping, mister Pirates and the Cerribian!"
Bernie crosses his arms again, rolling his eyes.
"I got not a clue what the hell you're talking about! I have no clue who the 'pirates of the Caribbean' are, andâdon't you yell at me, ya little shit!"
He scowls, turning to Silver as she asks where he came from.
Silver just sighs and presses a hand to her throat feeling the warm blood from the thorns. The same thought of âI could have diedâ repeated endlessly. It was taking everything in his power to not dissociate away from it all.
But he swallowed and turned to Bernie, doubting that she would know but trying regardless. A tired dead tone with only a spark of hope.
âDo you know what Earth is?â
She asks, if this world was called Twisted Wonderland then only someone from their world would know that itâs Earth for them. Ignoring how his voice cracked at the word Earth.
He just wanted someone else here who wasnât Mars that was also from their world.
"Oh, no shit! Where the hell else would I be from?!"
Bernie glares at Silver while still pointing the knife at Crowley, rolling his eyes before turning back to the headmage he's currently threatening.
"Oh, do I have a bone to pick with you..."
âOh thank goodness.â
She sighed and fell to the ground, honestly all insults were just rolled off his back. At the moment he was trying to not have a panic attack on whatever just happened.
Before his own rage at Crowley came back with a vengeance. Standing up abruptly and stalking over to the overgrown bird.
âI would like to know the same! WHERE THE LIVING HECK WERE YOU?! WE WERE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES AND YOU WERE WHAT?!â
She reached up and grabbed the mages collar leaning in and whispering harshly.
âThose silly death threats of mine are starting to look less and less like threats and more like a promise here Dire Crowley.â
Silver was going to kill this man.
Bernie's eyes widen, and he steps away from his enraged peer, watching the interaction with a dash of amusement. He, too, would like to know what is going on here, but for now he supposes that he can watch the bickering instead. It's much more entertaining than an explanation, despite explanations being a core part of his job.
He rolls his eyes as Crowley tries to de-escalate the situation.
âYou had it handled, there was no need for my presence-â
Wrong thing to say.
âHad it handledâŠ? HAD IT HANDLED?! ARE YOU INSANE?! WE COULD HAVE DIED AND YOU WOULDNT HAVE STEPPED IN BECAUSE WE HAD IT HANDLED?!â
She shook Crowley hard pure rage and disgust practically radiating off of his body. This man was the reason they were stuck in this stupid world. Away from their lives and families. And They all couldâve never seen their families ever again because of this idiotic prideful BIRD!
Crowley cleared his throat nervously and decided against dealing with the raging student. Instead simply disappearing into a cloud of raven feathers.
Which Silver took calmly.
âCOWARD!!!! BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU SLEEP TONIGHT! ILL FIND THAT SWORD YOU KEEP IN YOUR OFFICE AND RUN IT OVER YOUR THICK NECK!!!!â
He screamed pointing at the sky before dropping her arm and wheezing. Rage bubbles harsh under his skin and fists, begging to be released and punish the world.
Silver was going to shatter that dummy tonight.
Bernie knew better than to say anything, watching the two quarrel again. He watches the headman turn into feathers, picking one up and inspecting it. It would make for a good quill, that's for sure.
"You can use my knife, if ya want. So long as you don't involve me in the killing of that guy."
Behind them, a groan and the rustling of clothes could be heard. Riddle's waking up, it seems.
Silver heaved in breaths, her fists so tight that his nails fit into his skin, small droplets of blood falling before she spoke again. Thankfully with not nearly as much rage as a few moments before.
âIâm going to take a wild guess here. Crowley said me and Mars would explain everything to you?â
Her voice was horribly raspy, and Silverâs hair had slipped out of its bun she just realized. Reaching up to tie it right back up in a much sloppier fashion and wiping off the rest of his faded lipstick.
He was tired and was giving up on looking nice.
"That's right. Son of a biscuit eater, that one," Bernie huffs, rolling his eyes. He takes out the cigarette box from his pocket, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff. Without that thing, Bernie would probably start loosing sanity big-time.
"You don't gotta if you don't want to. Could honestly care less. Where am I supposed to be staying 'round here?"
He holds out the box to Mars and Silver in case they want a cigarette. It's been a crazy day for all three of them, so he'll offer even if the other two girls don't seem to like him very much.
âProbably Ramshackle if the Headmage had a say. Itâs a really broken down dorm where me and Mars are staying since we donât have magic. And are stuck here for the time being.â
Silver said rubbing a hand over his exhausted face, this whole day had been absolutely exhausting and she was so done with it. But she still had to go home, change clothes, bandage her wounds, get his anger out and follow up on that promise to Crowley.
He sighed at stared at the box before shaking her head no.
âNo thanks, I quit months ago.â
It couldâve been years in their world, who knows how time travels between dimensions? Her whole family could be dead-
Nope.
Cutting that thought off right there.
"The hell? Ramshackle? I gotta go to some shitty, beat-up place? For real?"
Bernie doesn't know what the Ramshackle dorm really is, but he does know what the word means. He rolls his eyes hard, huffing.
"I'm gonna get going. You lot can stay here and make sure that little kid's alright, since he seems to have more use to you guys than he does to me."
Bernie gestures to Riddle, who's currently glaring at him.
âWeâve been staying there for weeks. Youâll get used to it quick.â
Silver turned and looked back at Riddle surrounded by Trey, Cater, Deuce, Ace and Mars. And frowned turning away to roll her eyes silently.
âI couldnât care less about him at the moment. Iâm going back to Ramshackle because I cannot stay here one more minute.â
He knew his words were cruel but cruelty felt like nothing compared to attempted murder. If they found Silver in wrong for it then whatever!
âYou can follow me if you want. Or stay here. Doesnât matter to me.â
And began walking back to Ramshackle.
"I'll come with. Better to talk to him when he's actually coherent."
Bernie follows Silver away from the group, taking another puff of his cigarette. The smoke weaves in with the air, and Bernie waits a until it settles in to start speaking.
"Who was that guy, anyway?" He asks absent-mindedly. The environment is perfect for a simple and quiet walk, but he's a little curious as to who the guy he knocked out and then proceeded to save is.
Silver sighed and rolled her shoulders back, getting calmer as they walked further and further away from Heartslabyul. Taking a few deep breaths before answering.
âThat was Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul and what nearly everyone calls him The Teapot Tyrant. Never to his face though.â
He didnât really know how much to share about Riddle but if she asked then sheâll deliver.
âAbsolutely insane about all 810 rules for the dorm based off of Alice in Wonderland the Queen of Hearts. Some of them are just nonsense! I mean what does âYou must run at top speed and remain in the same spotâ even mean?!â
She threw her hands in the air out of frustration, honestly right now everything aggravated him. Even just the shear stupidity of the nonsense rules.
"810 rules? I could never," Bernie scoffs, inhaling his cigarette's smoke again. Not following the rules is the reason he decided to become a sailor anyway. The sea is so liberating. He misses it already.
"So he's the dorm master of that dorm? Are there just those two, or are there other ones?"
Bernie's never been to a school before. He has no idea how one works. The only things he knows how to do are simple math, read and write, however barely.
âSame, I donât even get why Mars even tries to understand them all.â
Silver huffs and rolls her eyes a bit, he didnât understand a lot of things about that girl. Much less why she even like Riddle in the first place. Especially now.
âOh well besides Ramshackle there areâŠseven dorms in which I will butcher the names of. Heartslabyul Savenclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, something starting with a P, Ignyhide and Disomania or something.â
He really didnât care enough to get all the names right, they were close enough.
Wait, these two are not together yet?
referring to @cardsoldier-acetrappola and @2-spade-4-u / @the-true-deuce-spade
Somehow no.
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
"Okay, yeah, girl, guy, same thing. This school is filled with men." Mars sasses back, rolling her eyes.
"My point still stands: who is he? ...she? They? Why'd you bring a new student at the worst time!?" Her voice rises as she got closer to the headmage, glaring angrily. Before he could give an answer, she groans.
"Yknow what? I don't WANT to know. I've seen floating heads of cats with weird names, grown men with faces of children, hell even a cat that spits fire!" At the last one Mars points to Grim, who gets offended with a 'MYAH!?'
"I'm in a living Disney fever dream!" She concludes in a scream. Then points back at Bernie, "AND You're not helping, mister Pirates and the Cerribian!"
Bernie crosses his arms again, rolling his eyes.
"I got not a clue what the hell you're talking about! I have no clue who the 'pirates of the Caribbean' are, andâdon't you yell at me, ya little shit!"
He scowls, turning to Silver as she asks where he came from.
Silver just sighs and presses a hand to her throat feeling the warm blood from the thorns. The same thought of âI could have diedâ repeated endlessly. It was taking everything in his power to not dissociate away from it all.
But he swallowed and turned to Bernie, doubting that she would know but trying regardless. A tired dead tone with only a spark of hope.
âDo you know what Earth is?â
She asks, if this world was called Twisted Wonderland then only someone from their world would know that itâs Earth for them. Ignoring how his voice cracked at the word Earth.
He just wanted someone else here who wasnât Mars that was also from their world.
"Oh, no shit! Where the hell else would I be from?!"
Bernie glares at Silver while still pointing the knife at Crowley, rolling his eyes before turning back to the headmage he's currently threatening.
"Oh, do I have a bone to pick with you..."
âOh thank goodness.â
She sighed and fell to the ground, honestly all insults were just rolled off his back. At the moment he was trying to not have a panic attack on whatever just happened.
Before his own rage at Crowley came back with a vengeance. Standing up abruptly and stalking over to the overgrown bird.
âI would like to know the same! WHERE THE LIVING HECK WERE YOU?! WE WERE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES AND YOU WERE WHAT?!â
She reached up and grabbed the mages collar leaning in and whispering harshly.
âThose silly death threats of mine are starting to look less and less like threats and more like a promise here Dire Crowley.â
Silver was going to kill this man.
Bernie's eyes widen, and he steps away from his enraged peer, watching the interaction with a dash of amusement. He, too, would like to know what is going on here, but for now he supposes that he can watch the bickering instead. It's much more entertaining than an explanation, despite explanations being a core part of his job.
He rolls his eyes as Crowley tries to de-escalate the situation.
âYou had it handled, there was no need for my presence-â
Wrong thing to say.
âHad it handledâŠ? HAD IT HANDLED?! ARE YOU INSANE?! WE COULD HAVE DIED AND YOU WOULDNT HAVE STEPPED IN BECAUSE WE HAD IT HANDLED?!â
She shook Crowley hard pure rage and disgust practically radiating off of his body. This man was the reason they were stuck in this stupid world. Away from their lives and families. And They all couldâve never seen their families ever again because of this idiotic prideful BIRD!
Crowley cleared his throat nervously and decided against dealing with the raging student. Instead simply disappearing into a cloud of raven feathers.
Which Silver took calmly.
âCOWARD!!!! BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU SLEEP TONIGHT! ILL FIND THAT SWORD YOU KEEP IN YOUR OFFICE AND RUN IT OVER YOUR THICK NECK!!!!â
He screamed pointing at the sky before dropping her arm and wheezing. Rage bubbles harsh under his skin and fists, begging to be released and punish the world.
Silver was going to shatter that dummy tonight.
Bernie knew better than to say anything, watching the two quarrel again. He watches the headman turn into feathers, picking one up and inspecting it. It would make for a good quill, that's for sure.
"You can use my knife, if ya want. So long as you don't involve me in the killing of that guy."
Behind them, a groan and the rustling of clothes could be heard. Riddle's waking up, it seems.
Silver heaved in breaths, her fists so tight that his nails fit into his skin, small droplets of blood falling before she spoke again. Thankfully with not nearly as much rage as a few moments before.
âIâm going to take a wild guess here. Crowley said me and Mars would explain everything to you?â
Her voice was horribly raspy, and Silverâs hair had slipped out of its bun she just realized. Reaching up to tie it right back up in a much sloppier fashion and wiping off the rest of his faded lipstick.
He was tired and was giving up on looking nice.
"That's right. Son of a biscuit eater, that one," Bernie huffs, rolling his eyes. He takes out the cigarette box from his pocket, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff. Without that thing, Bernie would probably start loosing sanity big-time.
"You don't gotta if you don't want to. Could honestly care less. Where am I supposed to be staying 'round here?"
He holds out the box to Mars and Silver in case they want a cigarette. It's been a crazy day for all three of them, so he'll offer even if the other two girls don't seem to like him very much.
âProbably Ramshackle if the Headmage had a say. Itâs a really broken down dorm where me and Mars are staying since we donât have magic. And are stuck here for the time being.â
Silver said rubbing a hand over his exhausted face, this whole day had been absolutely exhausting and she was so done with it. But she still had to go home, change clothes, bandage her wounds, get his anger out and follow up on that promise to Crowley.
He sighed at stared at the box before shaking her head no.
âNo thanks, I quit months ago.â
It couldâve been years in their world, who knows how time travels between dimensions? Her whole family could be dead-
Nope.
Cutting that thought off right there.
"The hell? Ramshackle? I gotta go to some shitty, beat-up place? For real?"
Bernie doesn't know what the Ramshackle dorm really is, but he does know what the word means. He rolls his eyes hard, huffing.
"I'm gonna get going. You lot can stay here and make sure that little kid's alright, since he seems to have more use to you guys than he does to me."
Bernie gestures to Riddle, who's currently glaring at him.
âWeâve been staying there for weeks. Youâll get used to it quick.â
Silver turned and looked back at Riddle surrounded by Trey, Cater, Deuce, Ace and Mars. And frowned turning away to roll her eyes silently.
âI couldnât care less about him at the moment. Iâm going back to Ramshackle because I cannot stay here one more minute.â
He knew his words were cruel but cruelty felt like nothing compared to attempted murder. If they found Silver in wrong for it then whatever!
âYou can follow me if you want. Or stay here. Doesnât matter to me.â
And began walking back to Ramshackle.
"I'll come with. Better to talk to him when he's actually coherent."
Bernie follows Silver away from the group, taking another puff of his cigarette. The smoke weaves in with the air, and Bernie waits a until it settles in to start speaking.
"Who was that guy, anyway?" He asks absent-mindedly. The environment is perfect for a simple and quiet walk, but he's a little curious as to who the guy he knocked out and then proceeded to save is.
Silver sighed and rolled her shoulders back, getting calmer as they walked further and further away from Heartslabyul. Taking a few deep breaths before answering.
âThat was Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul and what nearly everyone calls him The Teapot Tyrant. Never to his face though.â
He didnât really know how much to share about Riddle but if she asked then sheâll deliver.
âAbsolutely insane about all 810 rules for the dorm based off of Alice in Wonderland the Queen of Hearts. Some of them are just nonsense! I mean what does âYou must run at top speed and remain in the same spotâ even mean?!â
She threw her hands in the air out of frustration, honestly right now everything aggravated him. Even just the shear stupidity of the nonsense rules.
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
"Okay, yeah, girl, guy, same thing. This school is filled with men." Mars sasses back, rolling her eyes.
"My point still stands: who is he? ...she? They? Why'd you bring a new student at the worst time!?" Her voice rises as she got closer to the headmage, glaring angrily. Before he could give an answer, she groans.
"Yknow what? I don't WANT to know. I've seen floating heads of cats with weird names, grown men with faces of children, hell even a cat that spits fire!" At the last one Mars points to Grim, who gets offended with a 'MYAH!?'
"I'm in a living Disney fever dream!" She concludes in a scream. Then points back at Bernie, "AND You're not helping, mister Pirates and the Cerribian!"
Bernie crosses his arms again, rolling his eyes.
"I got not a clue what the hell you're talking about! I have no clue who the 'pirates of the Caribbean' are, andâdon't you yell at me, ya little shit!"
He scowls, turning to Silver as she asks where he came from.
Silver just sighs and presses a hand to her throat feeling the warm blood from the thorns. The same thought of âI could have diedâ repeated endlessly. It was taking everything in his power to not dissociate away from it all.
But he swallowed and turned to Bernie, doubting that she would know but trying regardless. A tired dead tone with only a spark of hope.
âDo you know what Earth is?â
She asks, if this world was called Twisted Wonderland then only someone from their world would know that itâs Earth for them. Ignoring how his voice cracked at the word Earth.
He just wanted someone else here who wasnât Mars that was also from their world.
"Oh, no shit! Where the hell else would I be from?!"
Bernie glares at Silver while still pointing the knife at Crowley, rolling his eyes before turning back to the headmage he's currently threatening.
"Oh, do I have a bone to pick with you..."
âOh thank goodness.â
She sighed and fell to the ground, honestly all insults were just rolled off his back. At the moment he was trying to not have a panic attack on whatever just happened.
Before his own rage at Crowley came back with a vengeance. Standing up abruptly and stalking over to the overgrown bird.
âI would like to know the same! WHERE THE LIVING HECK WERE YOU?! WE WERE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES AND YOU WERE WHAT?!â
She reached up and grabbed the mages collar leaning in and whispering harshly.
âThose silly death threats of mine are starting to look less and less like threats and more like a promise here Dire Crowley.â
Silver was going to kill this man.
Bernie's eyes widen, and he steps away from his enraged peer, watching the interaction with a dash of amusement. He, too, would like to know what is going on here, but for now he supposes that he can watch the bickering instead. It's much more entertaining than an explanation, despite explanations being a core part of his job.
He rolls his eyes as Crowley tries to de-escalate the situation.
âYou had it handled, there was no need for my presence-â
Wrong thing to say.
âHad it handledâŠ? HAD IT HANDLED?! ARE YOU INSANE?! WE COULD HAVE DIED AND YOU WOULDNT HAVE STEPPED IN BECAUSE WE HAD IT HANDLED?!â
She shook Crowley hard pure rage and disgust practically radiating off of his body. This man was the reason they were stuck in this stupid world. Away from their lives and families. And They all couldâve never seen their families ever again because of this idiotic prideful BIRD!
Crowley cleared his throat nervously and decided against dealing with the raging student. Instead simply disappearing into a cloud of raven feathers.
Which Silver took calmly.
âCOWARD!!!! BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU SLEEP TONIGHT! ILL FIND THAT SWORD YOU KEEP IN YOUR OFFICE AND RUN IT OVER YOUR THICK NECK!!!!â
He screamed pointing at the sky before dropping her arm and wheezing. Rage bubbles harsh under his skin and fists, begging to be released and punish the world.
Silver was going to shatter that dummy tonight.
Bernie knew better than to say anything, watching the two quarrel again. He watches the headman turn into feathers, picking one up and inspecting it. It would make for a good quill, that's for sure.
"You can use my knife, if ya want. So long as you don't involve me in the killing of that guy."
Behind them, a groan and the rustling of clothes could be heard. Riddle's waking up, it seems.
Silver heaved in breaths, her fists so tight that his nails fit into his skin, small droplets of blood falling before she spoke again. Thankfully with not nearly as much rage as a few moments before.
âIâm going to take a wild guess here. Crowley said me and Mars would explain everything to you?â
Her voice was horribly raspy, and Silverâs hair had slipped out of its bun she just realized. Reaching up to tie it right back up in a much sloppier fashion and wiping off the rest of his faded lipstick.
He was tired and was giving up on looking nice.
"That's right. Son of a biscuit eater, that one," Bernie huffs, rolling his eyes. He takes out the cigarette box from his pocket, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff. Without that thing, Bernie would probably start loosing sanity big-time.
"You don't gotta if you don't want to. Could honestly care less. Where am I supposed to be staying 'round here?"
He holds out the box to Mars and Silver in case they want a cigarette. It's been a crazy day for all three of them, so he'll offer even if the other two girls don't seem to like him very much.
âProbably Ramshackle if the Headmage had a say. Itâs a really broken down dorm where me and Mars are staying since we donât have magic. And are stuck here for the time being.â
Silver said rubbing a hand over his exhausted face, this whole day had been absolutely exhausting and she was so done with it. But she still had to go home, change clothes, bandage her wounds, get his anger out and follow up on that promise to Crowley.
He sighed at stared at the box before shaking her head no.
âNo thanks, I quit months ago.â
It couldâve been years in their world, who knows how time travels between dimensions? Her whole family could be dead-
Nope.
Cutting that thought off right there.
"The hell? Ramshackle? I gotta go to some shitty, beat-up place? For real?"
Bernie doesn't know what the Ramshackle dorm really is, but he does know what the word means. He rolls his eyes hard, huffing.
"I'm gonna get going. You lot can stay here and make sure that little kid's alright, since he seems to have more use to you guys than he does to me."
Bernie gestures to Riddle, who's currently glaring at him.
âWeâve been staying there for weeks. Youâll get used to it quick.â
Silver turned and looked back at Riddle surrounded by Trey, Cater, Deuce, Ace and Mars. And frowned turning away to roll her eyes silently.
âI couldnât care less about him at the moment. Iâm going back to Ramshackle because I cannot stay here one more minute.â
He knew his words were cruel but cruelty felt like nothing compared to attempted murder. If they found Silver in wrong for it then whatever!
âYou can follow me if you want. Or stay here. Doesnât matter to me.â
And began walking back to Ramshackle.
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
"Okay, yeah, girl, guy, same thing. This school is filled with men." Mars sasses back, rolling her eyes.
"My point still stands: who is he? ...she? They? Why'd you bring a new student at the worst time!?" Her voice rises as she got closer to the headmage, glaring angrily. Before he could give an answer, she groans.
"Yknow what? I don't WANT to know. I've seen floating heads of cats with weird names, grown men with faces of children, hell even a cat that spits fire!" At the last one Mars points to Grim, who gets offended with a 'MYAH!?'
"I'm in a living Disney fever dream!" She concludes in a scream. Then points back at Bernie, "AND You're not helping, mister Pirates and the Cerribian!"
Bernie crosses his arms again, rolling his eyes.
"I got not a clue what the hell you're talking about! I have no clue who the 'pirates of the Caribbean' are, andâdon't you yell at me, ya little shit!"
He scowls, turning to Silver as she asks where he came from.
Silver just sighs and presses a hand to her throat feeling the warm blood from the thorns. The same thought of âI could have diedâ repeated endlessly. It was taking everything in his power to not dissociate away from it all.
But he swallowed and turned to Bernie, doubting that she would know but trying regardless. A tired dead tone with only a spark of hope.
âDo you know what Earth is?â
She asks, if this world was called Twisted Wonderland then only someone from their world would know that itâs Earth for them. Ignoring how his voice cracked at the word Earth.
He just wanted someone else here who wasnât Mars that was also from their world.
"Oh, no shit! Where the hell else would I be from?!"
Bernie glares at Silver while still pointing the knife at Crowley, rolling his eyes before turning back to the headmage he's currently threatening.
"Oh, do I have a bone to pick with you..."
âOh thank goodness.â
She sighed and fell to the ground, honestly all insults were just rolled off his back. At the moment he was trying to not have a panic attack on whatever just happened.
Before his own rage at Crowley came back with a vengeance. Standing up abruptly and stalking over to the overgrown bird.
âI would like to know the same! WHERE THE LIVING HECK WERE YOU?! WE WERE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES AND YOU WERE WHAT?!â
She reached up and grabbed the mages collar leaning in and whispering harshly.
âThose silly death threats of mine are starting to look less and less like threats and more like a promise here Dire Crowley.â
Silver was going to kill this man.
Bernie's eyes widen, and he steps away from his enraged peer, watching the interaction with a dash of amusement. He, too, would like to know what is going on here, but for now he supposes that he can watch the bickering instead. It's much more entertaining than an explanation, despite explanations being a core part of his job.
He rolls his eyes as Crowley tries to de-escalate the situation.
âYou had it handled, there was no need for my presence-â
Wrong thing to say.
âHad it handledâŠ? HAD IT HANDLED?! ARE YOU INSANE?! WE COULD HAVE DIED AND YOU WOULDNT HAVE STEPPED IN BECAUSE WE HAD IT HANDLED?!â
She shook Crowley hard pure rage and disgust practically radiating off of his body. This man was the reason they were stuck in this stupid world. Away from their lives and families. And They all couldâve never seen their families ever again because of this idiotic prideful BIRD!
Crowley cleared his throat nervously and decided against dealing with the raging student. Instead simply disappearing into a cloud of raven feathers.
Which Silver took calmly.
âCOWARD!!!! BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU SLEEP TONIGHT! ILL FIND THAT SWORD YOU KEEP IN YOUR OFFICE AND RUN IT OVER YOUR THICK NECK!!!!â
He screamed pointing at the sky before dropping her arm and wheezing. Rage bubbles harsh under his skin and fists, begging to be released and punish the world.
Silver was going to shatter that dummy tonight.
Bernie knew better than to say anything, watching the two quarrel again. He watches the headman turn into feathers, picking one up and inspecting it. It would make for a good quill, that's for sure.
"You can use my knife, if ya want. So long as you don't involve me in the killing of that guy."
Behind them, a groan and the rustling of clothes could be heard. Riddle's waking up, it seems.
Silver heaved in breaths, her fists so tight that his nails fit into his skin, small droplets of blood falling before she spoke again. Thankfully with not nearly as much rage as a few moments before.
âIâm going to take a wild guess here. Crowley said me and Mars would explain everything to you?â
Her voice was horribly raspy, and Silverâs hair had slipped out of its bun she just realized. Reaching up to tie it right back up in a much sloppier fashion and wiping off the rest of his faded lipstick.
He was tired and was giving up on looking nice.
"That's right. Son of a biscuit eater, that one," Bernie huffs, rolling his eyes. He takes out the cigarette box from his pocket, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff. Without that thing, Bernie would probably start loosing sanity big-time.
"You don't gotta if you don't want to. Could honestly care less. Where am I supposed to be staying 'round here?"
He holds out the box to Mars and Silver in case they want a cigarette. It's been a crazy day for all three of them, so he'll offer even if the other two girls don't seem to like him very much.
Mars stares at the box, then shakes her head with a scrunched face, "I don't...do that, thanks." She grumbled, glancing at Silver as she knelt down. The gauze had already started to itch, bothering her.
"You wanna tell him? I don't give a fuck either way." Mars asks Silver in a somewhat other grumble, trying to ignore the feeling in her injured leg.
Bernie shrugs, putting the box away. When Mars starts talking to Silver, he scrunches his nose. Bernie doesn't appreciate being talked to as if he's a kid who doesn't know about the harshness of the world yet.
"Ya'll still haven't told me your names yet. I have, so I'd like to know yours too," he asks, quieter now. He then turns to Silver as he responds to Bernie's question.
"Oh, right." Mars whispers.
"I'm Silver, it's nice to meet you." Silver introduces. Mars just raises a hand like a small wave, her attention coming more on the wrap, which was now rubbing against her other leg.
"Mars- Jesus christ, is this how all wounds are gonna be now?" She whispers to herself, growing angrier.
She quickly looked up, adding in sassily, "yeah like the planet. Parents were real nerds with my name."
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
"Okay, yeah, girl, guy, same thing. This school is filled with men." Mars sasses back, rolling her eyes.
"My point still stands: who is he? ...she? They? Why'd you bring a new student at the worst time!?" Her voice rises as she got closer to the headmage, glaring angrily. Before he could give an answer, she groans.
"Yknow what? I don't WANT to know. I've seen floating heads of cats with weird names, grown men with faces of children, hell even a cat that spits fire!" At the last one Mars points to Grim, who gets offended with a 'MYAH!?'
"I'm in a living Disney fever dream!" She concludes in a scream. Then points back at Bernie, "AND You're not helping, mister Pirates and the Cerribian!"
Bernie crosses his arms again, rolling his eyes.
"I got not a clue what the hell you're talking about! I have no clue who the 'pirates of the Caribbean' are, andâdon't you yell at me, ya little shit!"
He scowls, turning to Silver as she asks where he came from.
Silver just sighs and presses a hand to her throat feeling the warm blood from the thorns. The same thought of âI could have diedâ repeated endlessly. It was taking everything in his power to not dissociate away from it all.
But he swallowed and turned to Bernie, doubting that she would know but trying regardless. A tired dead tone with only a spark of hope.
âDo you know what Earth is?â
She asks, if this world was called Twisted Wonderland then only someone from their world would know that itâs Earth for them. Ignoring how his voice cracked at the word Earth.
He just wanted someone else here who wasnât Mars that was also from their world.
"Oh, no shit! Where the hell else would I be from?!"
Bernie glares at Silver while still pointing the knife at Crowley, rolling his eyes before turning back to the headmage he's currently threatening.
"Oh, do I have a bone to pick with you..."
âOh thank goodness.â
She sighed and fell to the ground, honestly all insults were just rolled off his back. At the moment he was trying to not have a panic attack on whatever just happened.
Before his own rage at Crowley came back with a vengeance. Standing up abruptly and stalking over to the overgrown bird.
âI would like to know the same! WHERE THE LIVING HECK WERE YOU?! WE WERE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES AND YOU WERE WHAT?!â
She reached up and grabbed the mages collar leaning in and whispering harshly.
âThose silly death threats of mine are starting to look less and less like threats and more like a promise here Dire Crowley.â
Silver was going to kill this man.
Bernie's eyes widen, and he steps away from his enraged peer, watching the interaction with a dash of amusement. He, too, would like to know what is going on here, but for now he supposes that he can watch the bickering instead. It's much more entertaining than an explanation, despite explanations being a core part of his job.
He rolls his eyes as Crowley tries to de-escalate the situation.
âYou had it handled, there was no need for my presence-â
Wrong thing to say.
âHad it handledâŠ? HAD IT HANDLED?! ARE YOU INSANE?! WE COULD HAVE DIED AND YOU WOULDNT HAVE STEPPED IN BECAUSE WE HAD IT HANDLED?!â
She shook Crowley hard pure rage and disgust practically radiating off of his body. This man was the reason they were stuck in this stupid world. Away from their lives and families. And They all couldâve never seen their families ever again because of this idiotic prideful BIRD!
Crowley cleared his throat nervously and decided against dealing with the raging student. Instead simply disappearing into a cloud of raven feathers.
Which Silver took calmly.
âCOWARD!!!! BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU SLEEP TONIGHT! ILL FIND THAT SWORD YOU KEEP IN YOUR OFFICE AND RUN IT OVER YOUR THICK NECK!!!!â
He screamed pointing at the sky before dropping her arm and wheezing. Rage bubbles harsh under his skin and fists, begging to be released and punish the world.
Silver was going to shatter that dummy tonight.
Bernie knew better than to say anything, watching the two quarrel again. He watches the headman turn into feathers, picking one up and inspecting it. It would make for a good quill, that's for sure.
"You can use my knife, if ya want. So long as you don't involve me in the killing of that guy."
Behind them, a groan and the rustling of clothes could be heard. Riddle's waking up, it seems.
Silver heaved in breaths, her fists so tight that his nails fit into his skin, small droplets of blood falling before she spoke again. Thankfully with not nearly as much rage as a few moments before.
âIâm going to take a wild guess here. Crowley said me and Mars would explain everything to you?â
Her voice was horribly raspy, and Silverâs hair had slipped out of its bun she just realized. Reaching up to tie it right back up in a much sloppier fashion and wiping off the rest of his faded lipstick.
He was tired and was giving up on looking nice.
"That's right. Son of a biscuit eater, that one," Bernie huffs, rolling his eyes. He takes out the cigarette box from his pocket, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff. Without that thing, Bernie would probably start loosing sanity big-time.
"You don't gotta if you don't want to. Could honestly care less. Where am I supposed to be staying 'round here?"
He holds out the box to Mars and Silver in case they want a cigarette. It's been a crazy day for all three of them, so he'll offer even if the other two girls don't seem to like him very much.
âProbably Ramshackle if the Headmage had a say. Itâs a really broken down dorm where me and Mars are staying since we donât have magic. And are stuck here for the time being.â
Silver said rubbing a hand over his exhausted face, this whole day had been absolutely exhausting and she was so done with it. But she still had to go home, change clothes, bandage her wounds, get his anger out and follow up on that promise to Crowley.
He sighed at stared at the box before shaking her head no.
âNo thanks, I quit months ago.â
It couldâve been years in their world, who knows how time travels between dimensions? Her whole family could be dead-
Nope.
Cutting that thought off right there.
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
"Okay, yeah, girl, guy, same thing. This school is filled with men." Mars sasses back, rolling her eyes.
"My point still stands: who is he? ...she? They? Why'd you bring a new student at the worst time!?" Her voice rises as she got closer to the headmage, glaring angrily. Before he could give an answer, she groans.
"Yknow what? I don't WANT to know. I've seen floating heads of cats with weird names, grown men with faces of children, hell even a cat that spits fire!" At the last one Mars points to Grim, who gets offended with a 'MYAH!?'
"I'm in a living Disney fever dream!" She concludes in a scream. Then points back at Bernie, "AND You're not helping, mister Pirates and the Cerribian!"
Bernie crosses his arms again, rolling his eyes.
"I got not a clue what the hell you're talking about! I have no clue who the 'pirates of the Caribbean' are, andâdon't you yell at me, ya little shit!"
He scowls, turning to Silver as she asks where he came from.
Silver just sighs and presses a hand to her throat feeling the warm blood from the thorns. The same thought of âI could have diedâ repeated endlessly. It was taking everything in his power to not dissociate away from it all.
But he swallowed and turned to Bernie, doubting that she would know but trying regardless. A tired dead tone with only a spark of hope.
âDo you know what Earth is?â
She asks, if this world was called Twisted Wonderland then only someone from their world would know that itâs Earth for them. Ignoring how his voice cracked at the word Earth.
He just wanted someone else here who wasnât Mars that was also from their world.
"Oh, no shit! Where the hell else would I be from?!"
Bernie glares at Silver while still pointing the knife at Crowley, rolling his eyes before turning back to the headmage he's currently threatening.
"Oh, do I have a bone to pick with you..."
âOh thank goodness.â
She sighed and fell to the ground, honestly all insults were just rolled off his back. At the moment he was trying to not have a panic attack on whatever just happened.
Before his own rage at Crowley came back with a vengeance. Standing up abruptly and stalking over to the overgrown bird.
âI would like to know the same! WHERE THE LIVING HECK WERE YOU?! WE WERE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES AND YOU WERE WHAT?!â
She reached up and grabbed the mages collar leaning in and whispering harshly.
âThose silly death threats of mine are starting to look less and less like threats and more like a promise here Dire Crowley.â
Silver was going to kill this man.
Bernie's eyes widen, and he steps away from his enraged peer, watching the interaction with a dash of amusement. He, too, would like to know what is going on here, but for now he supposes that he can watch the bickering instead. It's much more entertaining than an explanation, despite explanations being a core part of his job.
He rolls his eyes as Crowley tries to de-escalate the situation.
âYou had it handled, there was no need for my presence-â
Wrong thing to say.
âHad it handledâŠ? HAD IT HANDLED?! ARE YOU INSANE?! WE COULD HAVE DIED AND YOU WOULDNT HAVE STEPPED IN BECAUSE WE HAD IT HANDLED?!â
She shook Crowley hard pure rage and disgust practically radiating off of his body. This man was the reason they were stuck in this stupid world. Away from their lives and families. And They all couldâve never seen their families ever again because of this idiotic prideful BIRD!
Crowley cleared his throat nervously and decided against dealing with the raging student. Instead simply disappearing into a cloud of raven feathers.
Which Silver took calmly.
âCOWARD!!!! BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU SLEEP TONIGHT! ILL FIND THAT SWORD YOU KEEP IN YOUR OFFICE AND RUN IT OVER YOUR THICK NECK!!!!â
He screamed pointing at the sky before dropping her arm and wheezing. Rage bubbles harsh under his skin and fists, begging to be released and punish the world.
Silver was going to shatter that dummy tonight.
Bernie knew better than to say anything, watching the two quarrel again. He watches the headman turn into feathers, picking one up and inspecting it. It would make for a good quill, that's for sure.
"You can use my knife, if ya want. So long as you don't involve me in the killing of that guy."
Behind them, a groan and the rustling of clothes could be heard. Riddle's waking up, it seems.
Silver heaved in breaths, her fists so tight that his nails fit into his skin, small droplets of blood falling before she spoke again. Thankfully with not nearly as much rage as a few moments before.
âIâm going to take a wild guess here. Crowley said me and Mars would explain everything to you?â
Her voice was horribly raspy, and Silverâs hair had slipped out of its bun she just realized. Reaching up to tie it right back up in a much sloppier fashion and wiping off the rest of his faded lipstick.
He was tired and was giving up on looking nice.
"That's right. Son of a biscuit eater, that one," Bernie huffs, rolling his eyes. He takes out the cigarette box from his pocket, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff. Without that thing, Bernie would probably start loosing sanity big-time.
"You don't gotta if you don't want to. Could honestly care less. Where am I supposed to be staying 'round here?"
He holds out the box to Mars and Silver in case they want a cigarette. It's been a crazy day for all three of them, so he'll offer even if the other two girls don't seem to like him very much.
Mars stares at the box, then shakes her head with a scrunched face, "I don't...do that, thanks." She grumbled, glancing at Silver as she knelt down. The gauze had already started to itch, bothering her.
"You wanna tell him? I don't give a fuck either way." Mars asks Silver in a somewhat other grumble, trying to ignore the feeling in her injured leg.
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
"Okay, yeah, girl, guy, same thing. This school is filled with men." Mars sasses back, rolling her eyes.
"My point still stands: who is he? ...she? They? Why'd you bring a new student at the worst time!?" Her voice rises as she got closer to the headmage, glaring angrily. Before he could give an answer, she groans.
"Yknow what? I don't WANT to know. I've seen floating heads of cats with weird names, grown men with faces of children, hell even a cat that spits fire!" At the last one Mars points to Grim, who gets offended with a 'MYAH!?'
"I'm in a living Disney fever dream!" She concludes in a scream. Then points back at Bernie, "AND You're not helping, mister Pirates and the Cerribian!"
Bernie crosses his arms again, rolling his eyes.
"I got not a clue what the hell you're talking about! I have no clue who the 'pirates of the Caribbean' are, andâdon't you yell at me, ya little shit!"
He scowls, turning to Silver as she asks where he came from.
Silver just sighs and presses a hand to her throat feeling the warm blood from the thorns. The same thought of âI could have diedâ repeated endlessly. It was taking everything in his power to not dissociate away from it all.
But he swallowed and turned to Bernie, doubting that she would know but trying regardless. A tired dead tone with only a spark of hope.
âDo you know what Earth is?â
She asks, if this world was called Twisted Wonderland then only someone from their world would know that itâs Earth for them. Ignoring how his voice cracked at the word Earth.
He just wanted someone else here who wasnât Mars that was also from their world.
"Oh, no shit! Where the hell else would I be from?!"
Bernie glares at Silver while still pointing the knife at Crowley, rolling his eyes before turning back to the headmage he's currently threatening.
"Oh, do I have a bone to pick with you..."
âOh thank goodness.â
She sighed and fell to the ground, honestly all insults were just rolled off his back. At the moment he was trying to not have a panic attack on whatever just happened.
Before his own rage at Crowley came back with a vengeance. Standing up abruptly and stalking over to the overgrown bird.
âI would like to know the same! WHERE THE LIVING HECK WERE YOU?! WE WERE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES AND YOU WERE WHAT?!â
She reached up and grabbed the mages collar leaning in and whispering harshly.
âThose silly death threats of mine are starting to look less and less like threats and more like a promise here Dire Crowley.â
Silver was going to kill this man.
Bernie's eyes widen, and he steps away from his enraged peer, watching the interaction with a dash of amusement. He, too, would like to know what is going on here, but for now he supposes that he can watch the bickering instead. It's much more entertaining than an explanation, despite explanations being a core part of his job.
He rolls his eyes as Crowley tries to de-escalate the situation.
âYou had it handled, there was no need for my presence-â
Wrong thing to say.
âHad it handledâŠ? HAD IT HANDLED?! ARE YOU INSANE?! WE COULD HAVE DIED AND YOU WOULDNT HAVE STEPPED IN BECAUSE WE HAD IT HANDLED?!â
She shook Crowley hard pure rage and disgust practically radiating off of his body. This man was the reason they were stuck in this stupid world. Away from their lives and families. And They all couldâve never seen their families ever again because of this idiotic prideful BIRD!
Crowley cleared his throat nervously and decided against dealing with the raging student. Instead simply disappearing into a cloud of raven feathers.
Which Silver took calmly.
âCOWARD!!!! BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU SLEEP TONIGHT! ILL FIND THAT SWORD YOU KEEP IN YOUR OFFICE AND RUN IT OVER YOUR THICK NECK!!!!â
He screamed pointing at the sky before dropping her arm and wheezing. Rage bubbles harsh under his skin and fists, begging to be released and punish the world.
Silver was going to shatter that dummy tonight.
Bernie knew better than to say anything, watching the two quarrel again. He watches the headman turn into feathers, picking one up and inspecting it. It would make for a good quill, that's for sure.
"You can use my knife, if ya want. So long as you don't involve me in the killing of that guy."
Behind them, a groan and the rustling of clothes could be heard. Riddle's waking up, it seems.
Silver heaved in breaths, her fists so tight that his nails fit into his skin, small droplets of blood falling before she spoke again. Thankfully with not nearly as much rage as a few moments before.
âIâm going to take a wild guess here. Crowley said me and Mars would explain everything to you?â
Her voice was horribly raspy, and Silverâs hair had slipped out of its bun she just realized. Reaching up to tie it right back up in a much sloppier fashion and wiping off the rest of his faded lipstick.
He was tired and was giving up on looking nice.
Kalim, what in the name of the sevens are you doing now? -Vermelho
@twst-extras
Heading to Ramshackle cus Iâm cursed and canât go back into scarabia đ
Sweet, Iâll make sure to make you something nice to eat.
Non poisoned.
Should probably clarify before Jamil comes along.
thank you sooooo much!!! Thanks for letting me stay again :D
Itâs no problem Kalim! Your always an amazing house guest anyways!
Ooo maybe I could teach you some recipes from my home!
Kalim, what in the name of the sevens are you doing now? -Vermelho
@twst-extras
Heading to Ramshackle cus Iâm cursed and canât go back into scarabia đ
Sweet, Iâll make sure to make you something nice to eat.
Non poisoned.
Should probably clarify before Jamil comes along.
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
"Okay, yeah, girl, guy, same thing. This school is filled with men." Mars sasses back, rolling her eyes.
"My point still stands: who is he? ...she? They? Why'd you bring a new student at the worst time!?" Her voice rises as she got closer to the headmage, glaring angrily. Before he could give an answer, she groans.
"Yknow what? I don't WANT to know. I've seen floating heads of cats with weird names, grown men with faces of children, hell even a cat that spits fire!" At the last one Mars points to Grim, who gets offended with a 'MYAH!?'
"I'm in a living Disney fever dream!" She concludes in a scream. Then points back at Bernie, "AND You're not helping, mister Pirates and the Cerribian!"
Bernie crosses his arms again, rolling his eyes.
"I got not a clue what the hell you're talking about! I have no clue who the 'pirates of the Caribbean' are, andâdon't you yell at me, ya little shit!"
He scowls, turning to Silver as she asks where he came from.
Silver just sighs and presses a hand to her throat feeling the warm blood from the thorns. The same thought of âI could have diedâ repeated endlessly. It was taking everything in his power to not dissociate away from it all.
But he swallowed and turned to Bernie, doubting that she would know but trying regardless. A tired dead tone with only a spark of hope.
âDo you know what Earth is?â
She asks, if this world was called Twisted Wonderland then only someone from their world would know that itâs Earth for them. Ignoring how his voice cracked at the word Earth.
He just wanted someone else here who wasnât Mars that was also from their world.
"Oh, no shit! Where the hell else would I be from?!"
Bernie glares at Silver while still pointing the knife at Crowley, rolling his eyes before turning back to the headmage he's currently threatening.
"Oh, do I have a bone to pick with you..."
âOh thank goodness.â
She sighed and fell to the ground, honestly all insults were just rolled off his back. At the moment he was trying to not have a panic attack on whatever just happened.
Before his own rage at Crowley came back with a vengeance. Standing up abruptly and stalking over to the overgrown bird.
âI would like to know the same! WHERE THE LIVING HECK WERE YOU?! WE WERE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES AND YOU WERE WHAT?!â
She reached up and grabbed the mages collar leaning in and whispering harshly.
âThose silly death threats of mine are starting to look less and less like threats and more like a promise here Dire Crowley.â
Silver was going to kill this man.
Bernie's eyes widen, and he steps away from his enraged peer, watching the interaction with a dash of amusement. He, too, would like to know what is going on here, but for now he supposes that he can watch the bickering instead. It's much more entertaining than an explanation, despite explanations being a core part of his job.
He rolls his eyes as Crowley tries to de-escalate the situation.
âYou had it handled, there was no need for my presence-â
Wrong thing to say.
âHad it handledâŠ? HAD IT HANDLED?! ARE YOU INSANE?! WE COULD HAVE DIED AND YOU WOULDNT HAVE STEPPED IN BECAUSE WE HAD IT HANDLED?!â
She shook Crowley hard pure rage and disgust practically radiating off of his body. This man was the reason they were stuck in this stupid world. Away from their lives and families. And They all couldâve never seen their families ever again because of this idiotic prideful BIRD!
Crowley cleared his throat nervously and decided against dealing with the raging student. Instead simply disappearing into a cloud of raven feathers.
Which Silver took calmly.
âCOWARD!!!! BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU SLEEP TONIGHT! ILL FIND THAT SWORD YOU KEEP IN YOUR OFFICE AND RUN IT OVER YOUR THICK NECK!!!!â
He screamed pointing at the sky before dropping her arm and wheezing. Rage bubbles harsh under his skin and fists, begging to be released and punish the world.
Silver was going to shatter that dummy tonight.
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
âWe are kinda in an all boys school so you canât blame us for not knowing.â
Silver huffed not applying whatever the person gave her to his wounds. She didnât know this person, she wouldnât trust her with anything. Especially if she was from this world as well.
Though he did feel a little bad, Silver himself has been misgendered more times then she could admit.
âBut sorry. We should have asked first.â
Turning her head to scowl at the Headmage talking about how bad he felt and honestly Silver couldnât care less.
âGoshâŠwhere did you even come from anyways?â
"Why is everyone so interested in me? WÇ gÇn shuĆ, nÇ mĂ©n zhĂš bÄng rĂ©njiÄ zhĂŹ shĂŹ zĂ i gÄn wÇ sÇ kÄ dĂ ole..."
Bernie rolls his eyes, hands going to his hips now.
"I'm the sailor of the ship 'Starry seas.' My only home is in the sea, thank you very much."
The boy walks over to the headmage with Mars now, unsheathing his pocket knife and bringing it to the headmage's neck.
"And I need you to explain to me what I'm doing here, because you still haven't told me jack."
"I don't think we should be so hostile," Crowley backed up, chuckling lightly yet nervous at the weapon pointed at him. Mars stares frozen, then grins.
"Nevermind, I like this kid." She mutters.
"I can assure once everything is calmer I can explain everything, " Crowley tries to backtrack but Mars sighs. She truly liked to interrupt others, huh?
"Bull-shit. You didn't tell me and Silver much when WE arrived. I bet by the dagger she's not powerful either, better we explain it than you." She calls out, crossing her arms. Then sighs, summarizing most of things.
"Your in twisted wonderland Night Raven College, students are usually magical here and come to learn things on magic, but as you can see: you're not like the others. Congrats. You don't have a home, you have to stay here, and this birdbrain is trying to get us home. Doubt it. And pun intended."
After her summery was done, she chewed on a nail as she glanced at Crowley, waiting for a confirm of what she said was right.
"Nothing would have been hostile if you hadn't stopped that stupid kid from going berserk," he scoffs. "Arren't youâlikeâthe principal here? This should be your job, dumbass!"
Bernie's a bit disappointed when the bickering ends, but he listens to the explanation, nose wrinkling. A college? Really? Out of all the places he could have been teleported to?
"Arr ya sayin' I have to go to school now? Is this god's punishment?"
Now that the people around him are no longer in a life-or-death situation, he can be himself without having to worry about threats. Probably. Bernie pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. When he speaks, his voice is a little quieter than before.
"Too bad for me, I guess. Where can I go the hell to bed?"
"You don't have a house, so I guess you'll stay with us." Mars shrugs as she walks over, trying not to put pressure on her wounded leg.
She spins around and calls to the others, "yo, Grim, Silver. I'm going back to Ramshackle with the new kid. Meet the new dorm member."
Grim groaned from the distance, which Mars just smiles back and flips him off. Before patting his back, "Come on Megaladon, let me show you your new dorm till the principle finally gets us home."
She glances around her shoulder as she leaves the rose garden with him, sighing and reassuring under her breath, "Riddle'll live...."
Back at Ramshackle, they stood side by side. Mars was leaning on him now, hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to....home." She doesn't explain more. Just let's him take it all in.
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
"Okay, yeah, girl, guy, same thing. This school is filled with men." Mars sasses back, rolling her eyes.
"My point still stands: who is he? ...she? They? Why'd you bring a new student at the worst time!?" Her voice rises as she got closer to the headmage, glaring angrily. Before he could give an answer, she groans.
"Yknow what? I don't WANT to know. I've seen floating heads of cats with weird names, grown men with faces of children, hell even a cat that spits fire!" At the last one Mars points to Grim, who gets offended with a 'MYAH!?'
"I'm in a living Disney fever dream!" She concludes in a scream. Then points back at Bernie, "AND You're not helping, mister Pirates and the Cerribian!"
Bernie crosses his arms again, rolling his eyes.
"I got not a clue what the hell you're talking about! I have no clue who the 'pirates of the Caribbean' are, andâdon't you yell at me, ya little shit!"
He scowls, turning to Silver as she asks where he came from.
Silver just sighs and presses a hand to her throat feeling the warm blood from the thorns. The same thought of âI could have diedâ repeated endlessly. It was taking everything in his power to not dissociate away from it all.
But he swallowed and turned to Bernie, doubting that she would know but trying regardless. A tired dead tone with only a spark of hope.
âDo you know what Earth is?â
She asks, if this world was called Twisted Wonderland then only someone from their world would know that itâs Earth for them. Ignoring how his voice cracked at the word Earth.
He just wanted someone else here who wasnât Mars that was also from their world.
"Oh, no shit! Where the hell else would I be from?!"
Bernie glares at Silver while still pointing the knife at Crowley, rolling his eyes before turning back to the headmage he's currently threatening.
"Oh, do I have a bone to pick with you..."
âOh thank goodness.â
She sighed and fell to the ground, honestly all insults were just rolled off his back. At the moment he was trying to not have a panic attack on whatever just happened.
Before his own rage at Crowley came back with a vengeance. Standing up abruptly and stalking over to the overgrown bird.
âI would like to know the same! WHERE THE LIVING HECK WERE YOU?! WE WERE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES AND YOU WERE WHAT?!â
She reached up and grabbed the mages collar leaning in and whispering harshly.
âThose silly death threats of mine are starting to look less and less like threats and more like a promise here Dire Crowley.â
Silver was going to kill this man.
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
âWe are kinda in an all boys school so you canât blame us for not knowing.â
Silver huffed not applying whatever the person gave her to his wounds. She didnât know this person, she wouldnât trust her with anything. Especially if she was from this world as well.
Though he did feel a little bad, Silver himself has been misgendered more times then she could admit.
âBut sorry. We should have asked first.â
Turning her head to scowl at the Headmage talking about how bad he felt and honestly Silver couldnât care less.
âGoshâŠwhere did you even come from anyways?â
"Why is everyone so interested in me? WÇ gÇn shuĆ, nÇ mĂ©n zhĂš bÄng rĂ©njiÄ zhĂŹ shĂŹ zĂ i gÄn wÇ sÇ kÄ dĂ ole..."
Bernie rolls his eyes, hands going to his hips now.
"I'm the sailor of the ship 'Starry seas.' My only home is in the sea, thank you very much."
The boy walks over to the headmage with Mars now, unsheathing his pocket knife and bringing it to the headmage's neck.
"And I need you to explain to me what I'm doing here, because you still haven't told me jack."
"I don't think we should be so hostile," Crowley backed up, chuckling lightly yet nervous at the weapon pointed at him. Mars stares frozen, then grins.
"Nevermind, I like this kid." She mutters.
"I can assure once everything is calmer I can explain everything, " Crowley tries to backtrack but Mars sighs. She truly liked to interrupt others, huh?
"Bull-shit. You didn't tell me and Silver much when WE arrived. I bet by the dagger she's not powerful either, better we explain it than you." She calls out, crossing her arms. Then sighs, summarizing most of things.
"Your in twisted wonderland Night Raven College, students are usually magical here and come to learn things on magic, but as you can see: you're not like the others. Congrats. You don't have a home, you have to stay here, and this birdbrain is trying to get us home. Doubt it. And pun intended."
After her summery was done, she chewed on a nail as she glanced at Crowley, waiting for a confirm of what she said was right.
Are you affected by catnip? Asking for no reason.
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//yes//
I KNEQ IT
You "kneq" it?
Let's just say the knowledge of cats and lions being in the same family is getting to me >:)
NEW (PUNCHED) FACES
A roleplay starter for @mars2moons!! And @mars-0425, if you'd like to participate!
Bernie Issac steps out of the inn, cracking his knuckles. Johnny has always been one to complain about everything that Bernie didâhe thought that he was being "independent" to the system, but in reality, he was just being a douchebag. It's been at least five years, and yet he's still stuck in the same mindset that he had when his father was the lead. How irritating.
Today's banter had been exceptionally frustrating. Both the captain and the crew had already discussed what to do with their collected savings, and yet he really wanted to eat shit and say that Bernie wasn't being fair? Wasn't being fair? How insane could this guy be?
That's why he's outside right nowâhe needs to calm down. He's agitated, and he doesn't want to lash out at his crew and give Johnny a real reason to fight authority.
He stands on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and flicking the excess tobacco to the ground when He sees it in the distance: a black carriage. Before he can scope the details of it, it suddenly rams into him, and in an instant, he's in a new, unfamiliar place.
"Yet another magicless one."
The dark mirror growls, its perpetual scowl deepening. Bernie steps back, but before he can say anything, a man with a crow mask on places a hand on his forehead and speaks.
"How can the black carriage keep doing this? The other two girls proved to be useful, but now this one... and not even during the usual sorting process day! The horror!"
The headmage sighs, placing his hands over his heart flamboyantly.
"Well, then. Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall allow you to reside in my humble college and let Mars and Silver explain everything to you. How does that sound?"
"Iâ"
"I have business to attend to, now! Please, excuse me!"
And then he's off.
Bernie snuffs out his cigarette, looking around the Mirror chamber with wide eyes. The candles, the candelabras, the eerie setting all reminds him of the abandoned temples and underground railways that his crew had to navigate at times to find what they were looking for. He can't ask about where the hell he is anymore, because now there's nobody around, so the best that he can do is leave and observe the place.
Bernie slowly walks backwards, stepping out of the mirror chamber and into the courtyard. He's about to approach the statues of the Great Seven when a voice perks up behind him.
"I have an idea for what you can do to prove your worth!"
Bernie jumps, taking out his pocket knife and whirling around to face the headmage again.
"You just left me."
"I understand that, but I thought it through and realized that I should give a bit of a more warm welcome to our new student, because I am just that kind!"
"You said I was a nusance."
"Ah?! Did not!"
"You implied it."
"Oh, hush!"
The masked man tries to take hold of Bernie's wrist, but it backfires when Bernie takes out his pocket knife and slashes his glove and a bit of his skin. He yelps, jumping back and holding his wrist as if his hand had been amputated.
"Oh my skin!! My poor, poor skin!! And my glove; this fabric isâ"
"Ask before touching next time."
The headmage huffs, tilting his chin up.
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I shall forgive you just this once," He declares, raising a finger from his non-injured hand.
"You are new, after all. However, you're going to have to deal with a... predicament in the Heartslabyul dorm that I was about to attend to. Since I now have more important matters to, now that you have wounded me so."
"Whatâ"
"Toodles!"
A flurry of feathers gather around him, to which Bernie glowers at and hastily shoves them aside. What in the world is going on? Why is he here? This is all so sudden; how the hell can get out ofâ
"BOW TO ME! SILENCE, I SAID! SILENCE!"
A red-haired man dripping with black ink hurls a rose tree at another red-haired, more normal-looking guy, sending him crashing to the ground. This seems to have been a normal occurrence, because all around the fight are trees taken out of their place on the ground and scattered around the courtyard. It seems to be the inky man that is the bad guy, while a group of about 6 people and one weird-looking floating cat trying to calm him down.
Just as the inky man is about to throw another rose bush, a girl from the group bunches up the collar of the inky man's shirt and punches him square in the face.
"What. The. Fuck."
Donât panic donât panic donât panic.
IM PANICKING IM PANICKING VERY MUCH!
Silverâs thoughts were racing through her skull so fast everything else get so numb. He didnât know what was happening only that Riddle was freaking out, then, (what did the Headmage call it? Overblotting?) ink started coming down his face. Riddle screamed some more and next thing she knew everything was going to crap.
Silver has seen magic before had watched it happen and was still surprised when it did happen. But this? This was something else entirely, something that he couldnât just insult. It felt like something he would always be weak under.
And that made Silver angry.
So lurching foreword she sprinted straight towards the screaming Housewarden and grabbed the edge of his clothes (dress?) and reared his fist back. Silver couldnât do much without magic, but that didnât mean she wouldnât try.
And punched Riddle square in the face.
He staggered back in silence, blood and blot dripping from his face before surprise contorted into even deeper rage.
âHOW DARE YOU! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!â
Silver gasped and pulled her arms covering her head and neck before hearing a different voice yell out. Distracted he glanced over to see someone he didnât recognize. No dorm uniform either so it was hard to see who they were.
Due to Silver letting his guard down the thorny rose bushes didnât wait. Flying at the magicless student and throwing her back down. Biting his cheek hard to stop from screaming as blood dripped down his arms, neck and cheek, radiating pain.
âThat couldâve killed meâŠâ
He thought before locking eyes with the stranger and shouting.
âHEY YOU GONNA HELP OR STAND THERE USELESSLY?!â
Bernie's eyes widen as he locks onto the stranger, realizing that yes, he should start helping. He's never been one to fully kill someone, especially with people that seem to have magic powers, but Bernie figures that he can do something about this either way. He unsheathes his pocket knife again, ready to get to work.
Bernie waits until someone else is about to get hit to run into the scene, moving behind the mysterious man and lunging at him. He carves two deep gashes on his back that form an X, shoving him onto the ground and moving the knife to the boy's neck.
"SURRENDER, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, YA PIECE OF SHIT!"
And then a kick to the crotch for good measure.
Silver would have laughed it it werenât for the fact that more trees and rose bushes were hurtling towards the person. Foregoing the wounds pulsing hard he bite his lip and screamed out.
âTHATS NOT ENOUGH! TREY!â
Trey who was trying his best to not get anyone injured thankfully saw what was happening and was quick to intervene. Raising his pen and quickly yelling,
âPAINT THE ROSES!â
Before the bushes and trees turned into playing cards that scattered along the ground. Silver raced forwardâŠand completed past the stranger. Instead grabbing Marsâ hand as they both pulled back. He didnât know who this person was but it didnât matter. What mattered was keeping themselves out of the kill zone.
Jesus Christ, how much is he suppose to hurt the guy? He looks younger than himself! He wouldn't want to kill someone he knows can change. Have someone else do it.
Bernie flips his pocket knife to the other side and hits the red-haired boy as hard as he can on the head, knocking him unconscious. He stands up just as the last rose bush hits the ground, dusting himself off. But he's not safe yet, because just as he's going to try and pick someone to tell him what the hell is going on, there's a shout behind him.
"WHAT IN SEVENS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Deuce shoves Bernie aside, enraged now.
"Are you an idiot?! You've just about killed Riddle!"
"Wha- ey! I was only helping! What the hell else was I supposed to do, let y'all die instead?!"
Bernie huffs, shoving the boy back and nearly knocking himself back into a bush.
"Deuce, please." Mars called out, almost pleading yet held a stern undertone as she tried to not let things get physical again. Deuce glared over, but shoved him again before storming to the other side of the area near Ace.
The place was destroyed. Now that Riddle was unconscious, the place was still. Quiet. Rose bushes and grass walls were scattered everywhere. Some people had small injuries, Mars herself leaned against Sprit, a gushing wound against her leg.
Finally, Mars turned to the new guy. Wincing a bit from her leg before asking, "who the literal fuck even are you?"
Bernie would have gone to check up on the guy he just knocked out, but the way that blue-haired boy was acting made him think otherwise. So he leaves Riddle there, wounds still gushing, to instead focus on Mars' injury. He bends down, taking out bandages and patching up the girl's leg.
"Eh? That's the language ya use on someone who just about saved yer arses? Probably from the shock is why yer actin' this way, so I'll give ya a pass on this 'un."
He pauses for a moment to focus on putting the gauze correctly before stepping back, hands on his hips.
"Call me Captain, n' no other name but, eh? Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I'm gonna have to deal with the rest of these maggots that got into something they aren't cut out for."
Bernie walks over to Trey now, grabbing his arm and healing the wound. He seems to be good at this.
Mars scoffs, rolling her eyes. Her attitude seemed higher right now that she had an injury.
"I'm not calling some 'Captain' as if I'm some slave to their leader." She snaps, then adds with a finger as he went to help Ace. "Plus, who even fucking cares about language nowadays? You didn't answer my question, or should I give you a stupid nickname till you give me one."
"Call me a stupid name and I'll beat yo ass, what about that?" Bernie scoffs, leaning on Trey's head and placing a hand on his hip.
"I'm hoping to stay anonymous until I can get the hell out of here, so for now, you can call me MĂ©nglong."
It's a word from a nighttime book that his mother used to read him. He figures that it's suitable enough to be his fake name for now.
"And crew ain't slaves to their captain. Where didja get that notion from?"
He then turns to Silver, handing him a pouch for his cheek.
Mars smirks, it quickly turning into a sharp unapologetic laugh. It went for a bit.
"Home? Pa-lease. Me and Silver have been trying to go home, you can't leave." She admits harshly. Her eyes stayed on a glare as she watched him help her friend, reluctantly not slapping his hand. That was her new family he was touching.
She decided to steal a peice of gauze from his pocket, wherever he kept the medical stuff, and limped her way over to Riddle. Kicking his body, before purposefully falling onto her unharmed leg and lifting his head up, placing a rolled chunk of gauze unprofessionally under his head.
"Yo Trey, you know your childhood best friend's behead is bleeding, right?" She called from over her shoulder. Looking back at the wound, she winced. "It's bad too, what the fuck did that guy do.." She whispered to herself.
"There's always gonna be a way to leave. I'll figure it out."
Bernie shoves Deuce before he can to the same to him, watching as everyone gathers around Riddle. He crosses his arms, tilting his chin up. He's pretty proud of himself for helping snap that kid back to reality, even if everybody else doesn't look nearly as confident in him.
"Do you need me to patch up his wounds? I hurt him, so I know how to heal him, too. That gauze you stole from me ain't gonna do anything if you dunno how to use it."
Mars glares up at him, a from that screams 'you're a smartass, you know that?' But won't admit it. With a huff, she hands over the gauze, scooting over to give him space.
Before he could ask, she snaps out "No, I can't move. Mr. Off with your head Alice threw a, what, spear, at my leg. I can't move. Deal with it, Captain Dingdong."
The nickname was more of an insult than a joke. Even worse, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were stuck on Riddle
"Didn't ask, I know because I was the one who healed you, and you can drop the name if you're gonna use Captain on me," Bernie grumbles, leaning in to heal the wounds on Riddle's back. For a minute, he pretends that Riddle is one of his crew members, which wills him enough to do this right.
According to whoever this girl character is, She and a Silver character have also been trying to get home, but to no avail. He wonders what his crew will do without him there. They'll probably be fine, but it'll be a little bit of a shock for them when they find out that their captain is gone.
"And if you keep treating me poorly, I'll leave your little boy for you to heal. Badly."
He knows that he wouldn't leave one of his kind in this state, but maybe this girl will shut up if he says something like that.
"You make it sound like he's my son. We're the same age." Mars replies, her chin going onto her curled knees, which were up to her chest while she watched.
"I don't even know him as well as these people do...beside from Silver." She adds in, almost a whisper to herself while her eyes soften. "So cut it and help, dingdong."
"Call me that again and I'll open your wound again. Not kidding."
Bernie gestures to the pocket knife, now adding the bandages on. The tip is covered in blood, and Bernie seethes at the fact that he's going to have to wash that and waste more money.
"He looks like a little kid. God put the five inches somewhere else, it seems..."
He sits up, gathering his things and putting them back into their proper places on the pockets attached to his belt. A waste of supplies, but whatever. He supposes that his sacrifice is useful just for today. To save that inky guy.
"Done. Anybody else need patching up?"
Everyone else shakes their head, all seemingly fine now.
"This is so hastag not my brand, what do we do with him now?" Cater asks, mentioning his phone to Riddle. The place had gone back to normal, now a disaster of a place
"I gues, wait for him to wake up?" Deuce asked with a shrug.
Mars glanced around, forcing herself off the ground and shouting from across the field. "Hey, Headmage buttass!" She screamed, causing the others to notice Crowley's appearance walking over.
"What the fuck happened to him!? And don't mention anything of kindness or whatever, using us like goddammit tools!" She yelled again, limping over to the taller guy. "I may be nicer than Silver but you know fuck well what I can do. AND WHO THE LITERAL HELL IS THAT MAN!? YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYONE NEW COMING HERE, YOU LIAR OF A CROW IDIOT." Then she mentioned to the new appearance, someone she called 'dingdong'. Or well, MĂ©nglong.
Man.
Bernie freezes. A man. A man? He's... not supposed to be a man. He's supposed to be a girl, biologically. He's not a man.
"EY! I'm not a man! I'm a- a girl!"
That's what he's been for his entire life. A girl. And he's happy being a girl, too. He's... fine. Just fine. You can't change your gender, anyway, so it's not like he should be complaining.
He watches the two arguing, squeezing his arm. He's been misgendered more times than he can count because of his appearance, and he finds it irritating. Why does he feel so happy when people call him a boy? He shouldn't feel happy. He has to correct people to stop himself from continuing to like something that is wrong.
"Don't call me a man again."
"Okay, yeah, girl, guy, same thing. This school is filled with men." Mars sasses back, rolling her eyes.
"My point still stands: who is he? ...she? They? Why'd you bring a new student at the worst time!?" Her voice rises as she got closer to the headmage, glaring angrily. Before he could give an answer, she groans.
"Yknow what? I don't WANT to know. I've seen floating heads of cats with weird names, grown men with faces of children, hell even a cat that spits fire!" At the last one Mars points to Grim, who gets offended with a 'MYAH!?'
"I'm in a living Disney fever dream!" She concludes in a scream. Then points back at Bernie, "AND You're not helping, mister Pirates and the Cerribian!"
Bernie crosses his arms again, rolling his eyes.
"I got not a clue what the hell you're talking about! I have no clue who the 'pirates of the Caribbean' are, andâdon't you yell at me, ya little shit!"
He scowls, turning to Silver as she asks where he came from.
Silver just sighs and presses a hand to her throat feeling the warm blood from the thorns. The same thought of âI could have diedâ repeated endlessly. It was taking everything in his power to not dissociate away from it all.
But he swallowed and turned to Bernie, doubting that she would know but trying regardless. A tired dead tone with only a spark of hope.
âDo you know what Earth is?â
She asks, if this world was called Twisted Wonderland then only someone from their world would know that itâs Earth for them. Ignoring how his voice cracked at the word Earth.
He just wanted someone else here who wasnât Mars that was also from their world.
