School RP (Closed 😬Stalkers welcome)

(Responding to Darren btw)

"I think I would lay my life down for my friends if I had to." Darren said seeming brave not actually ever being in that kind of situation.

"Well, I hope the need never arises. Death in battles is quite unpleasant to witness, and I assume to experience. Although, you don't sense much when you're dead."

Lillian nodded, "I definitely would to. Anyone who messes with my friends messes with me and my trombone."

(Is school like over right now or are we just skipping class talking about dying for each other?)

(School's over. I would hope.)

(Lmao I mean they were at play practice earlier so I assume after school)

(okay… lol)

(lol)

"So what are you guys doing after school today?" Darren asked changing the subject

"Yes, and me with this. It's technically called a Sharp Ended Bow, and it does this." Lloyd split the bow in half, changing it into two short swords. "Good for melee and ranged attacks." He put the halves back together and drew the string back. A white arrow seemed to appear docked on the string out of nowhere. "It makes its own arrows out of any nearby light as well. Pretty nifty." He let the string go slowly back into place, and the arrow dissipated.

"I highly doubt I'm doing anything of importance."

Lillian shrugged, "Nothing much. Avoid going home for as long as possible."

"Dude you know you could get in a lot of trouble for having weapons in school right?"

"Meh, I'm not too worried about it… we're the only ones here, and I'm not trying to assault either of you."

Darren laughed. "You have a point."

Lillian giggled, "That makes sense."

"And I can make it just look like a stick to human eyes if need be." He tossed the bow in the air, and when it landed back in his hand, it appeared to be a thin tree branch.

"Dude! That's awesome!" Darren stared at Lloyd in awe.

Lillian looked at the stick, "You are a witch!"

"Yeah, I'm not entirely sure how all the magic behind it works, but it's pretty cool. And it's the only weapon I've really been trained in using."

"Angel, actually. Witches don't exist, at least not that I know of."

"Let me believe Lloyd," Lillian looked up to the sky, "Let me believe."

(My dog fell asleep on my bed with her tongue out and it is the cutest thing I've ever seen! Random side notes from me)

(Omg. That sounds adorable!)

"Well, as long as witch isn't derogatory, then I don't really mind. I don't believe I have any magic of my own, though. I can just alter or partially control the magic of the weapon."

"So I can call you a witch?" Lillian looked at him with puppy eyes, "It won't be derogatory!"

"Um, sure? It doesn't seem fitting, but I guess not all 'nicknames' are." Lloyd twirled the stick again, its appearance returning to that of the bow when it came to a stop.

Darren kept quiet and watched Lillian and Lloyd talk.

Lillian cheered, "Yay! Thank you Mr. Witch man!"