Private roleplay with Nekomorty, Tetsumiro, Bani, and ToriKat!

Ahead will be instances of boys love, cursings, scribbles, and chaos! :3 You have been warned...xD

Reserving this for further use. Profiles...art...or just a waste of space. Who knows? xD

Thunk thunk thunk.

"Laurie, stop it."

Thunk thunk thunk.

"I'm SERIOUS! Stop it!"

Thunk thunk thunk.

Agitated by his brother's persistance, Corey took off to hide behind a boulder. He no longer felt safe cowering beside Laurence as he continued, jocularly laughing. His eyes stayed on the figure repeatively prodding an unusual lump on the ground as he grasped the moss covered stone surface.

Laurence, now bored by his playful antics with the mysterious pile, pulled his rapier free. "Let's go back to practice."

Corey was going to agree until he heard a sound. His eyes expressed his shock. "What was that?"

Marlow stood ontop of a rock, looking down on them.

"Boooooooys! If you do not hurry back now, you will be late!! I don't want to hear about it when we go back to the castle!!"

His large beast came up next to him, his head hanging low as he peers down at the boys. He snorts as a puff of smoke escapes from his nostrils.

Corey exhaled, still grasping his heart. "Marlow...you jerk! You could have killed me..." He went over and patted the beast on the head.

The two hurried back to the castle, leaving behind the curious lump upon the ground.

Marlow followed behind them, his hands resting behind his head as he eyes them.

"You two are really something else. Running off like that to explore! I'm so glad I found you before you got into some REAL trouble. Then it would have been my ass."

His dragon-like beast follows next him as he snorts in response.

Morgana's red eyes followed the three as they were headed back towards the castle. Their loud shoutings had interrupted her book reading. Her lips turned up into a smile at the thought of an explosion taking the lives of all the castle inhabitants leaving her the only survivor to live in everlasting quiet and peace. That would be wonderful to never have such loud noises interrupt her thoughts, not to mention the blood show would be wonderful!

Morrigan glanced at his sister with an arched eyebrow. He noticed the smile. Morgana never smiled unless she was thinking of inflicting pain, suffering, and devestation on things. He, of course, carried the same interest for the black arts. It was imperative to keep it to themselves or they would be banished for sure. He nudged his other brother Morgen. "We should be heading in too."

Morgen noded shortly and rose from his seat on the grass. The other two followed Morgen in a line. The triplets kept to themselves as best they could. Relationships such as friendship and love were a sign of weakness that none of the three believed in.

Corey could see the triplets, walking in a line like a row of ducks. There was something about the fierceness of their eyes and the smirks they would curl upon their lips that ran shivers down his spine.

They were frightening.

True, he was scared of many things. Curious bumps, shadows produced in the night, dancing with the accompaniment of the wind, and strange looking things. If it hadn't been for him, Laurence would not have even noticed the oddity in the clearing.

His polar opposite, Laurence, approached the three, ready to spark up chatter despite their unwelcoming, cold demeanor.

With a silly grin, he called out, "Hey Morrigan! Morgen! Morgana!"

As soon as the clearing was empty, that unusual lump changed. In it's place uncurled a young boy--a bit unusual looking himself. He'd been in search of his elder brother when he'd heard people coming, and the first thing that came to mind for him to do was camouflage himself with his surroundings... even if it was still so odd, he was young! He didn't have the same skills his brother did.

He pushed his hair out of his face, running his fingers through those long, pink-purple locks of curly hair. He looked about the age of 12, maybe 13? He panted softly, that boy had poked at him so long! Now he needed to go find some water, perhaps if he followed them, he'd find some? He was too far from his home now.

Elle stumbled a little as he scampered after them, the iridescent purpley-blue scales covering his knees down, his elbows down and that creeped over the edges of his face, reaching across his cheeks and forehead. His fingers and toes were webbed and his ears looked quite a bit like long pretty fins. Ohhh, his brother would murder him if he got caught by them but he'd been out of the water too long looking for him! If he didn't get to some soon he was going to die, feeling the gils that were about his neck and over his ribs flutter in slight desperation.

Morrigan heard Laurence's voice calling out for them. He wasn't sure what gave Laurence the idea he was allowed to talk to them. Morrigan slowed enough to let him catch up since he was the only one of the three with any skills at acting "normal".

Morgana glanced back at Morrigan. She wrinkled her nose and continued her fast pace. There was no reason at all to talk to insolent people like that even if they did have to play a facade.

Laurence laughed and clapped his hand on Morrigan's shoulder. "Hey...this color looks really good on you. I want the dye." Remembering to sheathe the blade he waved about carelessly, he did so. He was unable to see the grimace for his touching of the dark haired boy.

"Are you going to practice with us? The instructor is probably looking for us..."

Corey, meanwhile, had slowed. He wanted to keep as much distance from any of the three. And he preferred them to be in front of him and not behind. Who knew what they would be capable of?

Elle stumbled as he ran after the group, gasping softly. There was one... he was behind the rest of the group, maybe that was for the best. He mustered the energy to run up to the boy, his scale covered hand grasping at Corey's shoulder, though his palm was soft blue skin. He couldn't speak, knowing he'd probably scare him while he grabbed Corey's shoulder without announcing it.

Morrigan would have loved to have taken the boy and punished him for touching him. There were many forms of torture Morrigan was privy to. One day they would be able to express their true darkness for now short answers were all that was given. "It's not a dye." There was no way a shade this dark green could be from a bottle.

Morgana glanced back towards Laurence and Morrigan. She looked passed them to Corey. He looked so scared. She smirked at him slowly. Someone that sweet would surely be fun to make cry. Her eyes also caught sight of the boy touching Corey. Who was that?

Corey screamed.

He had seen a blur of blue. Something soft. Something soft touched him!

Laurence looked over, his hand laying upon the hilt of his practice rapier immediately. It was an automatic motion, even though Corey had screamed the same kind of wail when a leaf fell on him.

"What is that?" he cried out excitedly, his eyes looking at the Elle in wonder.

Elle jumped a little at the scream, stepping back. He was panting still, his breathing a bit labored now. His hands came up to his throat in a sign of being parched and then he signed that he needed a lot, stretching his arms out. He could only hope they'd understand.

Marlow had gone on ahead of the boys, reminding them once that they needed to be back to the dorms before the headmaster came in check on them. He was not quite a teacher, but an apprentice. His job........-_- to watch over those boys!!

Gaetano mumbles as he fwumpes down by the fireplace. "You know those boys will be back later. In that case, what are you going to tell the headmaster?" His neck turns, moving closer to his body.

Marlow takes a seat in his large chair with a sigh.

"I'll have to figure out something! I don't want to use another spell to make duplicates to hide in their beds. That's just ridiculous."

The large beast smirks as he grunts. "It is, because the headmaster already knows they were fake."

Corey had fallen onto his bottom when he attempted to retreat backwards quickly. He was clumsy at times, worse when he was frightened. His poor mind could not grasp what Elle was trying to relay - his wild hand movements appeared threatening to the trembling boy on the ground.

Morgana watched Corey as he fell. She almost smiled at the thought Elle was going to terminate Corey. It would be so fun to watch! Maybe she could even help!

Morrigan could sense Morgana's excitement, but it was apparent Elle didn't mean to do harm. He tilted his head to the side some, his motions were more desperate than dangerous. Like his torture victims were when they were coming upon the end of their lives. Laurence would more than likely catch on he had one of those caring hearts to help people.

Elle couldn't hold out much longer, feeling his legs tremble and his knees finally buckled to send him to the ground, legs folded beneath him as he sat there. Tears started to fall over his partially scaled face as he gasped labored breaths, like someone having an asthma attack.

Finally, the boy looked down at the ground and started writing in some dirt by him. His finger drew through it, scribbling out "big water?" for them to read. A tub, anything... so long as he could fit in it.

Laurence approached his brother and the creature, his hand still on the sword hilt. His eyes read over the words Elle desperately drew upon the ground.

"Big water?" It took a little processing, but he knew what this thing resembled. A fish. And fish needed water...

"Quick! Someone help me carry him to the fountain!" he shouted.

The triplets glanced at one another. Who would be the one to go over and help.

Morgana was out considering she was the girl. Morrigan was sure Morgen wouldn't do anything considering he was the last person to do anything civil. To his surprise Morgen did in fact go over.

Morgen took his time walking even with his long legs, but eventually made it to Laurence and Elle.

Those pretty blue eyes, lined with pink around the pupil, stared up at Morgen as he casually walked towards them. Something about the tall boy made him shiver, coughing and his hands touched at his throat again. He was beginning to feel faint, eyes fluttering a moment.

For the sake of the gods, someone get him to water! He couldn't think of anything else, in such desperate need. He wasn't that heavy, lighter than the average man and he was small and young which made him even lighter.

Morgen directed Laurence to take Elle's legs while he lifted Elle's torso. Morgen was surprised at the boy's weight. So light, he could have just carried him alone.

Laurence on the other hand was amazed at how soft Ell was. He had pictured the scales to feel just like the fish he had touched prior to this, but the boy felt nothing like that.

The pair carried Elle to the fountain's edge. Carefully they set him into the clear blue water.

Elle gasped as he was set in the water, his legs changing to a long pretty tail and flowy fin. He calmed down as he kept himself submerged for the most part, breathing in and out until he'd calmed down completely, breathing at a normal pace.

Sitting up, the young boy smiled at them in thanks though said nothing. He crossed his arms over the edge of the fountain, watching the others curiously.

Laurence stared at Elle's tail. Did it just...change?

"Strange," he murmured, tilting his head to the side. He had never seen such a thing. "What are you?" the boy asked, clearly amused by this newcomer.