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+18 AP to Newt, +5 FVR for completed CP set (HS, SC bonus= 2 AP. 250WC, lvl1 CPs x4= 12 AP. 500WC, lvl1 CP= 4 AP.)
Characters: Newt , Cricket , & Brom
Newt Checkpoints 1.4-1.6 and 1.8-1.9

1.4 "Someone just stole something precious to you. What do you do about it?"
"Ha! If you find anything of value, let me know!"

Newt's green eyes squinted, their features contorting as they struggled to peer into the miniature change pouch. They let out an annoyed breath before they tossed the thing into the dirt. "H-hey!" They heard their brother's voice snap in conjunction with their rash behavior-- Newt ignored him.

"We've got nothin'!" The farmer shouted, "Zero! Zip! Nothin'!" and their freckly ears fell quite naturally pinned against their poll, head tossed upward to scatter shades of brown mane. Newt was quite content to complain. To growl and sneer and curse at a situation that seemed inevitable. Inevitable and unfair. "Don't know how either! 'Specially when we were catering to Killian's every want and desire all yesterday! The man can't do much at all, huh? Cricket?"

They huffed aggressively when Cricket just shot them a glare. Newt's posture rolled forward again to allow their ears to lop sideways in defeat. "...Damn..." they sighed to themself, eyelids tapping closed only a moment.

"I wish some dumb 'ol thief would happen onto us so we can ruin his day just the same as everyone's ruined mine. We're the only damn ones in Onea with nothin' worth stealin'!"

Newt grit their teeth as they lowered their head to snag the empty pouch they'd thrown back off the ground with an unneeded amount of hostility. They shoved it back into their side of the twins' saddlebags so forcefully that they felt the leather tug on their spine.

"Will you j-j-just k-knock it off?" Came Cricket's voice as he felt the same unnecessary tug. He twisted his neck around to the right, singling in on his side of their saddlebags and plucking out a broken morsel of bread wrapped in untidy paper. He snapped the piece in half to shove a sample unquestioningly into his twin's chest.

"Best look forward to an exciting life a pulling weeds, Kal, 'cause we're never gettin' outta here." And Newt bit into the bread they were handed, only to ignite another frown. "Stale." They said firmly, not even attempting to mask their disappointment. Cricket flicked his gaze to his twin only a moment before disregarding them to stew in their own attitude. "I-it's not so bad." He mumbled dryly. (367, +1 AP)

1.5 What's your profession? If you don't have one, what would you like to be?
"Only knowin' how to groom a vegetable patch doesn't give ya many big 'r bright options."

"Crick... Cricket, no-- wait--" Newt watched as their brother's ears snapped backward and his head jolted upward in annoyance, "What?" His normally shakey voice bit the air, "y-you told me to r-roll it." "Yes! But you're doing it wrong!"

Newt stumbled as Cricket shifted his weight to remove the shoulder that they were leaning over. "Fine!" Cricket stuttered, his voice elevating in pitch. "Y-you do both then," and he pushed the cotton leg wrap back into Newt's coral colored telekinesis. They struggled a moment to hold onto the third wrap in their grip and juggled stances to prevent the three from toppling over. "Crick--!" They struggled, but he'd already turned away.

"You're givin' me a-a-a h-headache!" Cricket's voice jolted in an odd crack that made Newt's posture fall. They turned to the left, away from him, to stack the extra wraps in a manner orderly and manageable until they could work on them one at a time. Instead, Newt dropped their nose to hover over their supplies, ears staggering sideways. "I didn't mean to..." They mumbled, only partially to their brother in a voice now more downcast than controlling.

They felt their chest rock as Cricket took in a deep breath and exhaled with an annoyed sigh. A tired sigh. His ears were still pinned back, and Newt struggled with the passive behavior.

"I suppose we can go get water 'n then lay down a bit." Newt's voice rang quietly, "suppose so..." their voice echoed softly, more to themself than not.

When the smaller twin could finally coax their brother to look at them, and then address the new pain in his temple, they soon found peace in a familiar cozy living room under Brom's watchful eye. The two laid crumpled over cushions and under a blanket pulled over their shared withers. Cricket had stretched his neck out long to both give him a fair share of his own space, and allow him to cradle his head gently arched over a second pillow. Newt continued to adjust the placement of each comfort, nuzzling each cushion with their nose to fit precisely underneath their brother's chest and raveled forelegs.

"Y-you'd be a good medic, Kel." Cricket's voice mumbled tiredly. Newt's gaze flicked up only a moment to watch as his eyelids continued to droop closed. "Too bad we have s-so much work to do here."

Newt's ears flicked subtly while they listened for those few seconds. "Mmm..." They hummed as they finished adjusting, finally curling to relax their own head and neck. They pondered Cricket's thought a moment. They doubted they would be. After all, they had enough to worry about. (440, +1 AP)

1.6 What are your parents like? Tell us about them!
"Good, I guess."

Brom's massive hooves stepped gently around autumn-colored birds as they mingled in and out of their bright red coop and small fenced pen. Newt heard him tossing feed even as they dropped their head to pin their ears and twist their lip at the chickens that hopped within their range of feel. "Be nice." Came Brom's deep voice when the scrawny farmer lifted a front hoof. The bay stallion knew better than to suspect Newt's intention to be less than some quick strike when they thought he wasn't looking-- the kid seemed to try to nail his birds quite often. Something that could raise his temper, especially when he caught the act, even when he tried to stifle it. Yelling, or even quick words, seemed to just make Newt brace more than improving any behavior. Plus, he'd proven to feel awful guilty after the look-- or lack of look-- he'd receive from either of the twins after.

Brom's words were stern; disciplinary, but also gentle. Words that left Newt enough room to snort, quite loudly, at the birds that came too close, and strike the ground softer than they would have if it held any real aim. Brom's blue eyes flicked a moment as he watched the teen before trying to muffle a small chuckle.

"How's home, boys? Everything going well?" The stallion's voice broke the air again, cooing at the birds that shuffled between his legs but also just as eager to steer the attention away from them... Newt's attention, that was.

"I guess." Came Newt's voice, much higher than the draft's that stood before them, and it held a certain level of dismissiveness.

"What about you, Crick?" Brom asked, softening to the one of two who had remained quiet. "Y-yeah," Cricket stuttered, "g-going well."

Brom offered him a smile as he threw another teke-full of birdseed. "'an how's your father, doing?" The man pressed, in casual but caring conversation.

"Fine, I guess. Good." Newt said firmly, dropping their head back down to sneer at the birds who continued to peck at their canon bones. Brom eyed the two. He was unoffended by the dry conversation but instead, read the situation quick enough to tell that Newt would like the topic to be dropped. He offered them a weak smile this time, something that wasn't returned.

Dumping the last of the seed and tossing the bit of corn, the twins followed when the large stallion made to step back toward his small hut, "hungry?" He asked warmly. "uh-huh." Their heads bounced in sync. (424, +1 AP)

1.8 What is your most treasured possession?
"Mars isn't really I-- uhh... "possession"... but she's my dog out of anyone elses'. I suppose her."

"Mars!" Newt's forefront lept sideways into Cricket, as the scraggly dog bounded toward their chest. Cricket's head flew upward at the collision and he shifted his weight awkwardly to avoid Newt's stumbling legs, his ears laying flat. His twin's ears were perked, and their features; bright. Something... If not odd was at least, different.

When Marci started to bark at them, Newt twisted their neck to toss their head and spurred a trot that blocked Cricket from her view. They felt the ache in their hip begin to flare when they stepped deeper, but did regardless until they slammed their hindquarter to a halt and spun the opposite direction. Cricket jolted, and his ears flicked uneasily as he tried to keep up with Newt's uncommon playfulness.

The dirt-colored dog bounded in stride with them, barking and howling in a way that only created more energy. Surprisingly, Newt seemed to be enjoying it as they continued to throw their head back and howl with her between jarring turns they weren't agile enough to accomplish soundly. They'd pin their ears and leap at Marci with both of their front feet, only to miss and have her chase them as they shuffled backward.

"What're you barkin' at, dumb mutt!" Newt shouted between heavy breath, but their voice trembled with an odd laugh, even as they were beginning to tire.

"'Ead huurts..." Cricket groaned after enough time had gone by. Enough time that their joints were beginning to throb with chronic pain and Newt's scrawny, poorly-maintained frame shook with exhausted heavy breathing. At the sound of their brother's discomfort, Newt slowed to a stop but was not yet ready to acknowledge him. Instead, their knees buckled and they twisted to drop their frame to the Earth. They dug the side of their cheek into the ground and struck out their forelegs with a rowdy laugh as Mars came over their head and neck to nip and pull at them affectionately.

The scene wasn't resolved until Newt lay sprawled and still, Marci cradled over their ears, and Cricket shifted awkwardly in an attempt to pause between a stand and connecting with the ground. All three rocking quickly with a forcefully tired pant. (367, +1 AP)

1.9 Who or what was your first love?
"Never been in love with anyone or anything. Not that it's any of your buisness, anyway."
(actually! we're going to say Newt's first love was discovering music!)

(around 9yrs old)
The twins stumbled awkwardly across wooden floorboards as their long foal legs continued to step in one another's way. Their mobility gear clicked quietly with any movement they created, and it was very bothersome when Newt was trying to be silent. They trudged forward with a small rucksack over their shoulder and their twin brother held steady and firmly in their telekinetic grip-- whether he needed to be or not. Cricket looked exhausted and incredibly dreary. His eyes were stained with shadows made for someone much older than him, and they were glazed with a certain lifelessness that was only slightly patched together by his twin's inexperienced guidance.

"I-if you could just walk a little faster, Kal..." Newt pressed as gently as they could, but they couldn't keep the edge of concern out of their voice. They heard voices rising and falling in muffled volume from almost every direction of their house, and they could only pray that they could make it back to their room before those voices emerged as condescending faces.

Another few steps, a turn, and Newt finally managed to click their large bedroom door shut behind them. Even at the expense of Cricket's torturous, snail-like pace.

Shockingly, the two were left to their own devices, in their own room with no other company. After taking a moment to inspect both Connan and Aiden's bed to be sure of their lack of presence, Newt walked with Cricket in hand, to clamber onto their own bed and pull the blankets over their heads. There Newt managed to center them both so they could slip off both their braces and adjust to were Cricket seemed to be laying comfortably, and to where they could prop themself up enough to unsnap the small rucksack they'd found by Caleb and reach inside.

"Alright, Kal..." They muttered quietly, mostly to themself as they watched their brother's eyelids begin to flutter toward sleep. "I saw Myrn had... this before," and they pulled out a simple rectangular shape that their eyes showered with interest even despite their lack of light. The object was cool in their grip, wooden in some places and silver in others. An instrument that was simple and cheap, but to them; foreign and interesting. "And watch, Kal, he did this."

Newt pressed the side of the instrument to their lips and blew to ignite a loud, high pitched, nasally key that made Cricket jump with such surprise that Newt dropped the harmonica before they could even realize the sound they'd just made.

Newt braced in their own form of surprise as Cricket burst into tears, his eyes slammed shut as he attempted to block the sound and shield his head by burying his face deeper into their sheets.

"I-it's alright, Kala!" Newt ushered quickly; quietly but with considerable strain. In a mix of fright, concern for their brother, and hope that the noise would be overlooked, they pushed their new-found belongings to the crevice between the wall and the foot of their bed and buried their face in the crook of their twin's neck until his sobs subsided to the same dreary-eyed doze. (523, +2 AP)

other Newt lvl1 Checkpoints: Newt CP 1.1 , Newt CP 1.2 , Newt and Cricket, CP 1.3 , Newt CP 1.7 Wow, okay. I've been very, very work focused this week and even though I wanted to finish up the majority of my commissions this weekend, I ended up spending all of my drawing time tonight on Newt instead. Apparently, I needed a break ;ladkjf
Anyway, feel free to ignore, just my ramblings for fun because I love this dweeb a lot.

Description

+18 AP to Newt, +5 FVR for completed CP set (HS, SC bonus= 2 AP. 250WC, lvl1 CPs x4= 12 AP. 500WC, lvl1 CP= 4 AP.)
Characters: Newt , Cricket , & Brom
Newt Checkpoints 1.4-1.6 and 1.8-1.9

1.4 "Someone just stole something precious to you. What do you do about it?"
"Ha! If you find anything of value, let me know!"

Newt's green eyes squinted, their features contorting as they struggled to peer into the miniature change pouch. They let out an annoyed breath before they tossed the thing into the dirt. "H-hey!" They heard their brother's voice snap in conjunction with their rash behavior-- Newt ignored him.

"We've got nothin'!" The farmer shouted, "Zero! Zip! Nothin'!" and their freckly ears fell quite naturally pinned against their poll, head tossed upward to scatter shades of brown mane. Newt was quite content to complain. To growl and sneer and curse at a situation that seemed inevitable. Inevitable and unfair. "Don't know how either! 'Specially when we were catering to Killian's every want and desire all yesterday! The man can't do much at all, huh? Cricket?"

They huffed aggressively when Cricket just shot them a glare. Newt's posture rolled forward again to allow their ears to lop sideways in defeat. "...Damn..." they sighed to themself, eyelids tapping closed only a moment.

"I wish some dumb 'ol thief would happen onto us so we can ruin his day just the same as everyone's ruined mine. We're the only damn ones in Onea with nothin' worth stealin'!"

Newt grit their teeth as they lowered their head to snag the empty pouch they'd thrown back off the ground with an unneeded amount of hostility. They shoved it back into their side of the twins' saddlebags so forcefully that they felt the leather tug on their spine.

"Will you j-j-just k-knock it off?" Came Cricket's voice as he felt the same unnecessary tug. He twisted his neck around to the right, singling in on his side of their saddlebags and plucking out a broken morsel of bread wrapped in untidy paper. He snapped the piece in half to shove a sample unquestioningly into his twin's chest.

"Best look forward to an exciting life a pulling weeds, Kal, 'cause we're never gettin' outta here." And Newt bit into the bread they were handed, only to ignite another frown. "Stale." They said firmly, not even attempting to mask their disappointment. Cricket flicked his gaze to his twin only a moment before disregarding them to stew in their own attitude. "I-it's not so bad." He mumbled dryly. (367, +1 AP)

1.5 What's your profession? If you don't have one, what would you like to be?
"Only knowin' how to groom a vegetable patch doesn't give ya many big 'r bright options."

"Crick... Cricket, no-- wait--" Newt watched as their brother's ears snapped backward and his head jolted upward in annoyance, "What?" His normally shakey voice bit the air, "y-you told me to r-roll it." "Yes! But you're doing it wrong!"

Newt stumbled as Cricket shifted his weight to remove the shoulder that they were leaning over. "Fine!" Cricket stuttered, his voice elevating in pitch. "Y-you do both then," and he pushed the cotton leg wrap back into Newt's coral colored telekinesis. They struggled a moment to hold onto the third wrap in their grip and juggled stances to prevent the three from toppling over. "Crick--!" They struggled, but he'd already turned away.

"You're givin' me a-a-a h-headache!" Cricket's voice jolted in an odd crack that made Newt's posture fall. They turned to the left, away from him, to stack the extra wraps in a manner orderly and manageable until they could work on them one at a time. Instead, Newt dropped their nose to hover over their supplies, ears staggering sideways. "I didn't mean to..." They mumbled, only partially to their brother in a voice now more downcast than controlling.

They felt their chest rock as Cricket took in a deep breath and exhaled with an annoyed sigh. A tired sigh. His ears were still pinned back, and Newt struggled with the passive behavior.

"I suppose we can go get water 'n then lay down a bit." Newt's voice rang quietly, "suppose so..." their voice echoed softly, more to themself than not.

When the smaller twin could finally coax their brother to look at them, and then address the new pain in his temple, they soon found peace in a familiar cozy living room under Brom's watchful eye. The two laid crumpled over cushions and under a blanket pulled over their shared withers. Cricket had stretched his neck out long to both give him a fair share of his own space, and allow him to cradle his head gently arched over a second pillow. Newt continued to adjust the placement of each comfort, nuzzling each cushion with their nose to fit precisely underneath their brother's chest and raveled forelegs.

"Y-you'd be a good medic, Kel." Cricket's voice mumbled tiredly. Newt's gaze flicked up only a moment to watch as his eyelids continued to droop closed. "Too bad we have s-so much work to do here."

Newt's ears flicked subtly while they listened for those few seconds. "Mmm..." They hummed as they finished adjusting, finally curling to relax their own head and neck. They pondered Cricket's thought a moment. They doubted they would be. After all, they had enough to worry about. (440, +1 AP)

1.6 What are your parents like? Tell us about them!
"Good, I guess."

Brom's massive hooves stepped gently around autumn-colored birds as they mingled in and out of their bright red coop and small fenced pen. Newt heard him tossing feed even as they dropped their head to pin their ears and twist their lip at the chickens that hopped within their range of feel. "Be nice." Came Brom's deep voice when the scrawny farmer lifted a front hoof. The bay stallion knew better than to suspect Newt's intention to be less than some quick strike when they thought he wasn't looking-- the kid seemed to try to nail his birds quite often. Something that could raise his temper, especially when he caught the act, even when he tried to stifle it. Yelling, or even quick words, seemed to just make Newt brace more than improving any behavior. Plus, he'd proven to feel awful guilty after the look-- or lack of look-- he'd receive from either of the twins after.

Brom's words were stern; disciplinary, but also gentle. Words that left Newt enough room to snort, quite loudly, at the birds that came too close, and strike the ground softer than they would have if it held any real aim. Brom's blue eyes flicked a moment as he watched the teen before trying to muffle a small chuckle.

"How's home, boys? Everything going well?" The stallion's voice broke the air again, cooing at the birds that shuffled between his legs but also just as eager to steer the attention away from them... Newt's attention, that was.

"I guess." Came Newt's voice, much higher than the draft's that stood before them, and it held a certain level of dismissiveness.

"What about you, Crick?" Brom asked, softening to the one of two who had remained quiet. "Y-yeah," Cricket stuttered, "g-going well."

Brom offered him a smile as he threw another teke-full of birdseed. "'an how's your father, doing?" The man pressed, in casual but caring conversation.

"Fine, I guess. Good." Newt said firmly, dropping their head back down to sneer at the birds who continued to peck at their canon bones. Brom eyed the two. He was unoffended by the dry conversation but instead, read the situation quick enough to tell that Newt would like the topic to be dropped. He offered them a weak smile this time, something that wasn't returned.

Dumping the last of the seed and tossing the bit of corn, the twins followed when the large stallion made to step back toward his small hut, "hungry?" He asked warmly. "uh-huh." Their heads bounced in sync. (424, +1 AP)

1.8 What is your most treasured possession?
"Mars isn't really I-- uhh... "possession"... but she's my dog out of anyone elses'. I suppose her."

"Mars!" Newt's forefront lept sideways into Cricket, as the scraggly dog bounded toward their chest. Cricket's head flew upward at the collision and he shifted his weight awkwardly to avoid Newt's stumbling legs, his ears laying flat. His twin's ears were perked, and their features; bright. Something... If not odd was at least, different.

When Marci started to bark at them, Newt twisted their neck to toss their head and spurred a trot that blocked Cricket from her view. They felt the ache in their hip begin to flare when they stepped deeper, but did regardless until they slammed their hindquarter to a halt and spun the opposite direction. Cricket jolted, and his ears flicked uneasily as he tried to keep up with Newt's uncommon playfulness.

The dirt-colored dog bounded in stride with them, barking and howling in a way that only created more energy. Surprisingly, Newt seemed to be enjoying it as they continued to throw their head back and howl with her between jarring turns they weren't agile enough to accomplish soundly. They'd pin their ears and leap at Marci with both of their front feet, only to miss and have her chase them as they shuffled backward.

"What're you barkin' at, dumb mutt!" Newt shouted between heavy breath, but their voice trembled with an odd laugh, even as they were beginning to tire.

"'Ead huurts..." Cricket groaned after enough time had gone by. Enough time that their joints were beginning to throb with chronic pain and Newt's scrawny, poorly-maintained frame shook with exhausted heavy breathing. At the sound of their brother's discomfort, Newt slowed to a stop but was not yet ready to acknowledge him. Instead, their knees buckled and they twisted to drop their frame to the Earth. They dug the side of their cheek into the ground and struck out their forelegs with a rowdy laugh as Mars came over their head and neck to nip and pull at them affectionately.

The scene wasn't resolved until Newt lay sprawled and still, Marci cradled over their ears, and Cricket shifted awkwardly in an attempt to pause between a stand and connecting with the ground. All three rocking quickly with a forcefully tired pant. (367, +1 AP)

1.9 Who or what was your first love?
"Never been in love with anyone or anything. Not that it's any of your buisness, anyway."
(actually! we're going to say Newt's first love was discovering music!)

(around 9yrs old)
The twins stumbled awkwardly across wooden floorboards as their long foal legs continued to step in one another's way. Their mobility gear clicked quietly with any movement they created, and it was very bothersome when Newt was trying to be silent. They trudged forward with a small rucksack over their shoulder and their twin brother held steady and firmly in their telekinetic grip-- whether he needed to be or not. Cricket looked exhausted and incredibly dreary. His eyes were stained with shadows made for someone much older than him, and they were glazed with a certain lifelessness that was only slightly patched together by his twin's inexperienced guidance.

"I-if you could just walk a little faster, Kal..." Newt pressed as gently as they could, but they couldn't keep the edge of concern out of their voice. They heard voices rising and falling in muffled volume from almost every direction of their house, and they could only pray that they could make it back to their room before those voices emerged as condescending faces.

Another few steps, a turn, and Newt finally managed to click their large bedroom door shut behind them. Even at the expense of Cricket's torturous, snail-like pace.

Shockingly, the two were left to their own devices, in their own room with no other company. After taking a moment to inspect both Connan and Aiden's bed to be sure of their lack of presence, Newt walked with Cricket in hand, to clamber onto their own bed and pull the blankets over their heads. There Newt managed to center them both so they could slip off both their braces and adjust to were Cricket seemed to be laying comfortably, and to where they could prop themself up enough to unsnap the small rucksack they'd found by Caleb and reach inside.

"Alright, Kal..." They muttered quietly, mostly to themself as they watched their brother's eyelids begin to flutter toward sleep. "I saw Myrn had... this before," and they pulled out a simple rectangular shape that their eyes showered with interest even despite their lack of light. The object was cool in their grip, wooden in some places and silver in others. An instrument that was simple and cheap, but to them; foreign and interesting. "And watch, Kal, he did this."

Newt pressed the side of the instrument to their lips and blew to ignite a loud, high pitched, nasally key that made Cricket jump with such surprise that Newt dropped the harmonica before they could even realize the sound they'd just made.

Newt braced in their own form of surprise as Cricket burst into tears, his eyes slammed shut as he attempted to block the sound and shield his head by burying his face deeper into their sheets.

"I-it's alright, Kala!" Newt ushered quickly; quietly but with considerable strain. In a mix of fright, concern for their brother, and hope that the noise would be overlooked, they pushed their new-found belongings to the crevice between the wall and the foot of their bed and buried their face in the crook of their twin's neck until his sobs subsided to the same dreary-eyed doze. (523, +2 AP)

other Newt lvl1 Checkpoints: Newt CP 1.1 , Newt CP 1.2 , Newt and Cricket, CP 1.3 , Newt CP 1.7 Wow, okay. I've been very, very work focused this week and even though I wanted to finish up the majority of my commissions this weekend, I ended up spending all of my drawing time tonight on Newt instead. Apparently, I needed a break ;ladkjf
Anyway, feel free to ignore, just my ramblings for fun because I love this dweeb a lot.