Red: *walking around the school on an off day*....
Starflight: GAH!
Red: *ears perk up* ........wait.....are they-
Starflight: SCAVENGER!
Red: .........*thinking* i'm sorry what? *he goes to the library beyond confused* what is-*sees Starflight staying up high in order to avoid a few scavengers*
Starflight: THEY ARE NOT NEEDED HERE! SOMEONE GET THEM OUT OF HERE PLEASE!
Red: ....*shrugs* alright. *changes colors with a little difficulty in order to seem invisible*
Starfligh: OH THANK YOU RED!
*the scavengers look around trying to find Red, they get back to back in order not to be surprised*
Red: ......*turns platinum and roars*
*the scavengers run off*
Red: *stops roaring* hey! Get back here...*runs after them*
Starflight: ....*waiting*.....Red? *he covers his ears hearing a fight*
Red: GET OFF!
*a spatter of his flaming death spit hits a wall and burst into flames before the fighting stops*
Starflight: .........
Red: *walks in pulling a scavenger claw out of one of his horns* ......*looks back at the scavengers in absolute furry* of course you know, this means war!
Starflight: what'll we do?
Red: .....we'll need a collection of some of the best minds in this school, and i'm talking to one of them.
Starflight: who are the others?
Red: Ocelot, Fatespeaker and myself.
Starflight: alright ......can you help me get down please?
Red: ..yeah. *helping him down* you know, i still have Frostraven's staff. I could use that to restore your sight.
Starflight: i don't want to do so till after this is wrapped up.
Red: alright.
[later]
Red: alright then. I called the both of you here for a good reason.
Fatespeaker: and that would be?
Starflight: scavengers.
Ocelot: *horrified whispering* three moons....
Red: there's 4.
Ocelot: *horrified whispering* no...
Fatespeaker: what are we going to do?
Red: i say we-
Ocelot: KILL THEM!
Red: .....eh, only as a last resort. No. What we do is capture them alive and release them far from the school.
Starflight: but don't you want war with them?
Red: only kill as a last resort!
Fatespeaker: i can understand that.
Ocelot: *sigh* fine......so let's get started on a plan.
[a little while later]
Red: *finishes with his end of the trap* alright....that's my end done. *walks over to Ocelot* how's it coming along?
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Wings of Fire: Dust and Echos
Fiksi Penggemarso yeah, this was all based off of an RP i do with a friend. I'm going to try and cleanly cut up and put it together into a story without too much time travel and timeline breaking things as well as skip over some parts for a possible side story (if...
