OC BLORB!! (Dioles)
Characters: Rory (they/she), Kuali’i (he/him)
“Rory….” The boy’s voice was soft, cutting through the cold silence. He stared at the bright red blood covering his rough hands, unable to tear his gaze away. “I know this isn’t what you want.”
Screams for backup and the cold wind whipping through the air left Rory in a trance. It was loud. So loud. It hurt. Did their head always hurt this much? Her brows furrowed as she brought a hand to her head, attempting to soothe the aching feeling. Meanwhile the boy across from her slowly stepped closer.
“Both of us don’t want to do this.” His gaze was still on his hands. “This isn’t right.” His voice was rough, a byproduct of his vocal cords being unused for so long.
Rory knew Kuali’i was right. He always was when it came to matters that were hard to make decisions for. Inhaling shakily, he looked up from his palms. “We can get out of here.” “…And who’s gonna take us?”
“….” He knew she had a point. “Look at the blood around us Kuali’i. Look at the blood on your hands. We can’t go back anymore. We left them. They definitely won’t be welcoming us back with open arms.” She turned to face him. An amused smile was present on her lips, but her guilty eyes betrayed any sense of joy or comfort she tried to portray. Her head pounded, making her vision blurry. She shouldn’t have overworked herself.
“We don’t have to go back to the club. We can go hide somewhere else, just us.” He stepped forward, hand gently reaching out for hers. Red. His hand was covered with a bright red that nauseated her. The world was spinning. Everything shook. They looked at the blurry silhouette of his hand before stepping forward and taking it in their own. Their gaze quickly fell to their feet. “You’ll stay with me?” Her voice was meek, contrary to its usual bold and welcoming tone. “I will, always.” “Promise?” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Promise.”
Her eyes met his.
In a matter of seconds, his mind went blank.
It was as if, just for a second, the screaming died down and the winds became peaceful.
“I’m sorry. It’s too late for us Kuali’i. For now, just stay with me please.” She softly caressed his knuckles before letting go, her thumb rubbing the blood that transferred from his hand to hers. Turning her back and walking forwards, their head continued to pound, this time worse than before.
As she shakily wandered back to the others, the only sound that Rory could make out were the echoing footsteps that followed behind her.
The footsteps of the shell of her best friend.
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•OC FICLET•
Characters: Felix (he/him), January (he/him), Winola (she/her)
January belongs to @jiphenn
“What’s that?” Felix glanced at January curiously.
He stood beside his bed, a small, intricately-designed wooden chest in his hands. Slowly, he placed it down onto his bed, movements gentle. “My stuff.”
He began to take his black dangly earrings off, quietly unlocking the chest and lifting it open. His back obscured any view to the contents inside, leaving Felix to watch as he bent down and took a moment to stare inside. His eyes softened for a second, before he placed his earrings inside the box and locked it once again. He turned to them, holding the chest tight to his body. “Nobody touch this chest, okay?”
The atmosphere around him shifted, just like it had back in the club room. His aura flickered for a second, the air thick around him, before he gave them a smile and placed the chest back onto the shelf. “Well, I’m pooped and stuffed!” He flopped down on his sleeping bag next to Felix, like he hadn’t seemed like he was about to murder him and Winola mere seconds ago.
Felix continued to stare uncomfortably, questions buzzing around in his head.
“What?” January looked at him, confusion evident in his eyes.
“You okay?” He asked bluntly.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He gave him a goofy grin, looking at Felix like that was a silly question to ask. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You acted all strange.”
“I did?” He turned to Winola, looking at her expectantly. She gave a shrug in response, face blank.
“Yeah, you do it all the time.” Felix continued, eyeing him nervously.
January thought for a moment in silence. “Huh, I never noticed that.”
“What’s in the chest?” Felix asked suddenly, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“I put my earrings in there, and some pictures.” January said with a smile, walking toward the lights and flicking them off.
“More pictures of your dad?”
“Mhm.”
Felix lapsed into silence, furrowing his eyebrows.
January hummed, crawling into his sleeping bag. “I’d say this was a successful sleepover.”
Felix didn’t respond, too deep in thought. Despite no matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn’t understand January. He had never met someone more pro-Diole, had never met someone who was so proud of being one. Paisley had never been like that, she was more quietly indifferent to the whole ordeal. Akali definitely wasn’t like that. Yet despite his love of Dioles, January had pictures of his absent Diole-despising father plastered all over his mansion. Part of Felix knew it had to be expected, after all, he was his dad, but he still couldn’t wrap his head around it.
“Don’t you think, Felix?” January turned his head to him, pulling Felix from his pondering.
“Yeah, guess so.” He mumbled.
He was quiet for a minute. “But January?” He said out of the blue, voice soft.
“Yeah?”
“What’s the deal with your dad?”
“What do you mean?” January genuinely seemed to have no idea what Felix was talking about.
“Well you have a bunch of pictures all over the house for him. And he’s a genocidal mass murderer. Isn’t that kind of weird?”
“Well he’s my dad. Isn��t it normal for people to have family photos?”
“But he’s kind of evil. And you get all silent whenever he’s brought up so I thought you hated him or something.”
“He’s not evil, just, has a different view…” January faltered, sounding very unsure of himself.
“He would kill you if he had the chance, wouldn’t he?”
He paused to think. “Probably.”
“Oh.”
January closed his eyes. “Well thanks for hanging out with me guys. I haven’t had this much fun in a while.” He grinned. “It’s been a long time since anyone has come to visit me.”
“Sorry.” Felix quickly mumbled, regretting ever pressing January for information about his dad.
“For what?” January asked, oblivious to the awkward atmosphere.
“Nevermind.” Felix laid back down on his sleeping bag, realizing at once there seemed to be a lot more to January Restall than that met the eye.
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The strategies used by Pyne's group in the synthesis of these alkaloids can be summarised into three key steps:
reaction of a primary amine with an epoxide
the formation of a cycloalkene
the oxidation of the alkene group to form a vicinal diol.
"Chemistry" 2e - Blackman, A., Bottle, S., Schmid, S., Mocerino, M., Wille, U.
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