1 Apr 2019, 19:39
A Meeting
The trees of the wood stood like silent, unmoving giants staring down at them. A fog had rolled in, covering the gnarled and twisted roots that sprang up from the earth. The moonlight peered through the branches and leaves that served as a canopy overhead, shadowing the meeting that would dark place below. Ensconced in darkness Xailah would await a man that would never come. She should have felt fortunate, it would have been her last day had she met him alone.This is a thread to satisfy the story line that is developing for our protagonists @Isaac Ambrose, @Xailah Alptraum, @Dinara Lucey and @Illowy Magnard. During the Blossom Ball the students discovered that the punch was spiked with Veritaserum which led to disarray. Xailah Alptraum learned that there were a few giants that were up to no good and that they were targeting a young redhead: Rosie Turner.
This is considered to be a private thread for the players that in character are aware of this meeting place and are presently interacting. So take this time to make plans, figure out what to do and where to go from here.
The sound of footfalls, the crunch of leaves and the snap of twigs would herald the approach one not one but a handful of curious (or perhaps foolish) students. This would be a meeting that would be the first of its kind -- a meeting of the minds. There was something terribly wrong going on in Hogwarts. It was more than a bully student, a corrupt teacher, or some sort of Ministry politics. There was something else wrong here. This eerie sense of death and decay. A manifestation of a terrible nature. Even the trees here felt ugly, unnerving in some way.
It might be the way the bark looks like faces in the dark. Screaming, terrified twisted visages of terror. How the imagination is allowed to run a muck in the dark. The croak of frogs in the brush, the sight of movement out of the corner of ones eye as a spider the size of a closed fist meandered up the side of a tree. Vermin here seemed to be in abundance, more so than usual one could say.
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There is something about ambition, how it not only propels you but also defines you.
2 May 2019, 02:04
A Meeting
At Illowy's words, he felt a lopsided grin begin to spread over his face. I guess this is her version of caring. The Slytherin spoke in a similar way around Elizabeth all the time, but he wasn't blind to how she was the one who was the most concerned for her friend, the one always willing to help her whenever she did something crazy. Pushing away his thoughts to the back of his mind, he grew serious again.@Xailah Alptraum | @Ilowy Magnard
Silently, he weaved past the milling students in the crowd, still stunned by the blaze or speaking amongst themselves. Like a shadow, he glided towards the forest, giving a small hand signal to Illowy. Before long, the long grass of the grounds changed into the thicker and stubbier brush of the wilderness, and trees loomed over his head. Leaves crunched and rustled beneath his feet. Somewhere far off, an owl hooted.
First-years aren't allowed in the Forbidden Forest, came the sudden reminder in his head, spoken in the voice of a teacher. He realized that by following the cat-eyed Slytherin, they were breaking the rules - but then again, sometimes the rules needed to be broken for the greater good.
Finally, a small clearing opened up in the stretch of woods. Shining in the moonlight was an etched rock that appeared like a turtle, sitting amidst a sea of grass. Curiously, he came closer to the rock and touched it. The surface was cool and slick with dew.
His pale eyes searched the darkness of the surrounding forest, but there was no trace of the girl. Was she truly there?
~standing in the eye of a storm~
strength: 6 | agility: 10 | control: 4 | stamina: 10
2 May 2019, 07:04
A Meeting
Reducio
I personally adore Morfran, I think he's my favorite Professor so far. He is like my entire soul placed into a character whenever I have to be around children I'm not even joking 
@Isaac Ambrose c
Illowy started after him, not daring to look back to see if they were going to be caught or not as the pair weaved through the crowd towards the wood. He better know where we're going, she thought to herself, keeping the boy's mop of hair in sight until they broke through the crowd and into the trees.
She knew deep down they weren't suppose to be there, it they didn't have to travel too deep into the trees to understand why. The entire forest gave off a creepy vibe, especially in the dark, "Wait up." she called, trying to keep her voice down a bit still when she realized she was falling a bit behind the boy. She was instantly regretting her choice to agree to come.
Out here, away from the warmth of the crowded, burnt dancefloor, it was cold. It didn't help that she'd lost her sweater during the blaze and her singed, ruined dress didn't have much in the way of sleeves in the first place.
The first year Slytherin sped up nervously when she lost sight of him for a moment, "Isaac!" she called, looking around herself, everything looking the same for a moment. Nope, now she really didn't want to be there. An owl hooted somewhere in the canopy above her, nearly scaring the skin off her as she chose a direction and ran.
Illowy Magnard doesn't get scared, she'd think to herself, but there is nothing wrong with a healthy sense of self preservation. The girl broke through the tree line, into the clearing where she saw the Gryffindor boy near a large, strange rock. Illowy panted and wheezed, coughing while trying to catch her breath again, her lungs feeling like they were refusing to cooperate.
"I think I'm about over all this excitement now..." she muttered tiredly once she was able to get her cough back under control. Pale eyes looked around the clearing, finding no sight of the girl that caused the fire. But all she saw aside from foreboding trees was the odd rock, which she gladly helped herself to sit on, "Do you even know where we are?" she questioned, shaking some some dark waves of hair out of her eyes.
I was told I was dangerous. When I asked why, they said, "Because you don't need anyone." That's when I smiled.
3 May 2019, 23:35
A Meeting
♠ Open To Interaction ♠
♦ Interacting With Illowy Magnard, and Isacc Ambrose ♦
♦ Mentions Rosie Turner and Arc Perscivious, Raine Sage, and Ruby Cazares ♦
On edge. She was feeling a bit on edge since she had arrived at the ball- since she had arrived at Hogwarts really. But now she had a chance to calm down, and reflect on her recent decisions. She was convinced that she was running out of luck. Must be luck right? Thats why I didn't get caught when I lit a firecracker off in the bathroom, and injured a child. Thats why I was never caught whenever I snuck out after hours. That was all luck right? No, at least not entirely. Some professors were absolute gits. But now, now she thought her luck was running out, she was going to get caught this time, and she was going to be in trouble. Maybe- no, most definitely.
She checked the time; quickly flicking her pocket watch open. Fifteen minutes had come and gone. She rustled around in the cradling arms of the tree; getting ready to leave, but stopped when she heard a vaguely familiar voice below her.
Two children from the party. The voice was that of one of the girls who was helping extinguish the fire. She realized that she didn't see the boy during the fire, and figured that he was the one that went and got a professor. "Hallo." She waved down to the two of them. "Good to know that at least ssssome ssssstudents aren't completely deaf. Though I am a bit disappointed, conssssidering I wasn't exactly waiting for either of you." It was true, the person who she was waiting for didn't show up, but that was why she had three other students stay at the party and question her target."I think I'm about over all this excitement now..."
She began climbing down the tree, her back turned to them, as she clung to the trunk. Climbing down was a bit harder to do. She desperately clung to her skirt, in an attempt to keep it from hiking up. "Help me down will you?" She said with a huff, and shot the duo a side glare; yellow eyes glistening.
Before me, you rightly tremble. But, fear is not what you owe me. You owe me awe....
Stamina: 12 ~ Evasion: 17 ~ Strength: 2 ~ Wisdom: 16 ~ Arcane Power: 4 ~ Accuracy: 17
Student Account: Martyr Daeva-Lazarus
5 May 2019, 01:37
A Meeting
Isaac started as he realized that there was a figure perched in the tree, yellow feline eyes flashing in the darkness. Taking a step back from the rock, he heard a familiar serpentine voice scraping into his ears, and reached into his pocket, fastening his fingers around his wand. He didn't know a single offensive spell, but she didn't know that.@Illowy Magnard | @Xailah Alptraum
Midway through speaking, the girl hissed, "Though I am a bit disappointed, conssssidering I wasn't exactly waiting for either of you."
From the wave of the girl's pale hand and her words, at least she wasn't hostile towards them. But something chilled him inside; if she wasn't waiting for any old first-years, then who could she be waiting to ambush? Especially in the forest. That's sinister. he thought warily.
Giving the girl a piercing stare, he asked in a challenging tone of voice, "Why should we help you? You're the one who caused the fire, aren't you? How can we be sure you won't just attack someone again?" He knew that the Gryffindor would likely get angrier; she was already sending a glare towards himself and Illowy. But in his mind, none of that mattered. He wasn't about to go ahead and help someone he couldn't trust, let alone a girl who had cut someone with glass in front of his eyes. Did she even realize how many people had gotten injured after she fled?
He exchanged a glance with Illowy, wondering if the Slytherin would assist her. He doubted it, but still wasn't sure.
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~standing in the eye of a storm~
strength: 6 | agility: 10 | control: 4 | stamina: 10
5 May 2019, 10:30
A Meeting
Interactions | @Xailah AlptarumMentions | @Isaac Ambrose, @Illowy Magnar
With the thinning of the crowd came a clearer mind for Dinara. The landscape eventually stopped spinning around and she eventually stopped seeing duplicates of students... Except she never actually saw duplicates of students in the first place. The hoard of students suddenly seemed to have vanished; leaving nothing but the echo of an enigmatic call for action by an equally enigmatic character.
Dinara never was one for much thinking before leaping into action, yet something seemed to nag at her. A warning, perhaps. She had never fathomed the possibility of actual danger being on school grounds -- her parents had always taught her that being in school was the safest place to be. Nevertheless, the possibility of the situation escalating into something beyond the First Years who had all followed the Second Year into the Forbidden Forest was far too real, yet this wasn't something that Dinara could properly articulate into words yet.
All she knew was that something felt off.
While other students may have already picked up on the severity of the situation, it had just only begun to dawn on Dinara what exactly she had signed up for by attending this 'Ball'. For the first time since she had enrolled in Hogwarts, the little girl felt true fear. Fear beyond the adrenaline that kicks in during a riveting game of tag, fear beyond the heart racing moment as she stood on the edge of the playground tower, waiting for her turn to jump off into what seemed like an infinitely long fall.
This was Fear; the kind of fear that she felt that time her parents came back two days late from their vacation because their flight was delayed. The kind of fear that she felt when her cat back home, Duke, ran out of the open front gates and the reports of a dead cat came flooding in from the neighbours. The kind of fear that causes Dinara to tremble and shake, her actions hesitant and timid.
In this case, however, the fear wasn't enough to stop her from venturing forth. Though she didn't exactly have the best impression of the brute male that had so rudely interrupted her question, he was, after all, the only person that she had truly interacted with in the duration of this Ball. In familiarity, she found comfort -- and this source of familiarity was currently hurrying after the mysterious female who may have very much been a mirage formed in the chaos of the fire.
Furrowing her brows, Dinara discarded her singed robes onto the ground, along with her Hufflepuff scarf, hastily hiding it within the densest bush she could find. The girl was no stranger to pranks and getting into trouble, with past experience teaching her that she shouldn't leave any traces of her identity behind. That, and the fact that her oversized robes made it cumbersome to walk around in. Although she couldn't deny that she liked the attention that came with people staring at her obviously ill-fitting clothes, times like this called for practicality.
Especially when she needed to traverse into a place that was sternly touted as off-limits to First Years.
Hoping that no professor would find her hidden clothes and trace it back to her, she took off after the duo, trying to keep her footsteps as quiet as possible. That was no easy feat; the forest ground was littered with dead leaves and twigs that crunched loudly beneath one's feat as anyone could expect. Thankfully, Dinara made by with little more than a twig snap or two.
Crouching low behind a tree trunk, she listened into their conversation her brows raised in shock. The Hufflepuff had initially assumed the fire was nothing more than a clumsy student knocking into the candles while attempting to show off with fancy dance moves. To learn that someone, a student no less, was the cause of the fire came as an immense shock to her.
Forgetting all fear at that instant, Dinara pounced out from her hiding place with an accusatory yell. This would likely have scared the pants off of any unfortunate woodland creature (or even her fellow schoolmates) considering that the lighting wasn't the best in the forest, plus her mane of hair made her seem more like a feral beast than a student, if you take into account the overactive imagination of eleven and twelve-year-olds.
She started to scale the tree that nestled the chaos-starter, all the while spewing angry (and unmentionable) language at the girl.
"HEY! Why'd you go start the fire?! Don't you know smoke inhalation can cause your HAIR to fall out?! I don't WANNA BE NO BALDIE!"
The girl screeched as loudly as she could while still attempting to maintain a hushed tone. The result of this was a rather Pterodactyl-like noise -- Raspy, yet still very obviously angry and ferocious.
[font=segoe script]Dinara Lucey[/font]
Stamina 5 | Evasion 10 | Strength 5 | Wisdom 2 | Arcane Power 10 | Accuracy 8
6 May 2019, 17:20
A Meeting
♠ Open To Interaction ♠
♦ Interacting With Illowy Magnard, Isaac Ambrose, and Dinara Lucey ♦
"Why should we help you? You're the one who caused the fire, aren't you? How can we be sure you won't just attack someone again?"
"Questions like that are going to get you nowhere." Judging by the boys response, he certainly was not a Ravenclaw. To be fair not all Ravenclaws were brilliant."-desssspite what it may look like, I am not the threat here. I promisssse; there is a method to my madness-" A strange screeching noise startled her, causing her to fall from the trunk of the tree.
She landed on her back; right where she had been aggressively shoved into the table from the party. Curling into a fetal position, she covered her ears. She had heard people scream, and screech before, but the sounds that this screeching girl was making, were horrid. Like nails on a chalkboard. "Sssstop! Are you inssssane?" She pressed her gloved hands harder against the sides of her head, in a poor attempt to drown out the sound. Her ears were very sensitive to high-pitched noises. "One does not ssssimply walk into the forest, and ssstart sssscreaming like a banshee! Sssshouting will get you nowhere, especially if you came here ssseeking answers!" Well, shouting could get them a shallow grave in the forest. Maybe detention if they were lucky.
If the screaming child were to stop, Xailah would get up, and brush herself off. "You do realize that we are not alone, yessss? Did you not see the flare?" If the child did not stop, she would remain on the ground, refusing to answer any questions that the small group may try to ask; being of no use at all.
Before me, you rightly tremble. But, fear is not what you owe me. You owe me awe....
Stamina: 12 ~ Evasion: 17 ~ Strength: 2 ~ Wisdom: 16 ~ Arcane Power: 4 ~ Accuracy: 17
Student Account: Martyr Daeva-Lazarus
7 May 2019, 19:50
A Meeting
Interacting with @Isaac Ambrose, @Xailah Alptraum, and @Dinara Lucey
It nearly startled the girl out of her skin when the older girl spoke up from the trees. Normally, she didn't think of herself as someone who was very easy to scare, but here, knowing the terrible things in the forest and that had happened in the forest, it seemed fair to be a little on edge. All the same, the Slytherin glared up as the other girl tried to climb down, "You got yourself up there, you can get yourself down." she said pointedly, not considering that perhaps this wasn't the witch to get riled up.
Then, a sharp holler nearly gave the girl such a start that she almost fell off the boulder she was seated on, her heart racing a mile a minute as some girl she didn't recognize leaped from the bushes to yell at the cat-eyed girl who promptly fell like a cradle from a peculiarly dark nursery rhyme; not that it bothered Illowy.
The Slytherin shot an icy glare at the girl, "Will you keep your bloody voice down before you get everyone in trouble?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice fairly level. Pale blue eyes darted around the clearing for a moment, as though trying to make sure that the wannabe banshee hadn't attracted anything unsavory that they might need to start hauling some serious butt from.
It nearly startled the girl out of her skin when the older girl spoke up from the trees. Normally, she didn't think of herself as someone who was very easy to scare, but here, knowing the terrible things in the forest and that had happened in the forest, it seemed fair to be a little on edge. All the same, the Slytherin glared up as the other girl tried to climb down, "You got yourself up there, you can get yourself down." she said pointedly, not considering that perhaps this wasn't the witch to get riled up.
Then, a sharp holler nearly gave the girl such a start that she almost fell off the boulder she was seated on, her heart racing a mile a minute as some girl she didn't recognize leaped from the bushes to yell at the cat-eyed girl who promptly fell like a cradle from a peculiarly dark nursery rhyme; not that it bothered Illowy.
The Slytherin shot an icy glare at the girl, "Will you keep your bloody voice down before you get everyone in trouble?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice fairly level. Pale blue eyes darted around the clearing for a moment, as though trying to make sure that the wannabe banshee hadn't attracted anything unsavory that they might need to start hauling some serious butt from.
I was told I was dangerous. When I asked why, they said, "Because you don't need anyone." That's when I smiled.
10 May 2019, 00:03
A Meeting
Interacting:@Dinara LuceyIf one thing was for certain, Dinara Lucey was trouble, and not of the good kind either.Mention:@Ilowy Magnard, @Xailah Alptraum
As the Hufflepuff's infernal screeching began, Isaac felt the overwhelming urge to slam his hands over his ears. The inhuman noise seemed to bounce off the branches and leaves, pinging off the turtle-shaped rock into the beyond. He was already displeased with her from their earlier row, for being one of the most self-centered people he'd ever met. But this, this was too much. She had followed them, and now she was trying to ruin the mission?
The cat-eyed girl was in clear pain from the noise, curled into a fetal position and writhing like a snake. She couldn't give any answers in such an awful state, which was exactly why they were there in the first place: for answers.
Facing the fluffy-haired Hufflepuff, his eyes burned with irritation. His face colored as he grew more and more infuriated by the moment, and his fist clenched at his side. Agreeing whole-heartedly with Illowy's words, he added more than a bit spitefully, "I think being bald would be an improvement actually. Maybe mute too. But you could keep screaming if you want a monster to find you."
He knew it was probably not the best idea, but at this point, he couldn't stop the annoyance from pouring into his words.
~standing in the eye of a storm~
strength: 6 | agility: 10 | control: 4 | stamina: 10
10 May 2019, 01:29
A Meeting
Interactions | @Xailah Alptarum, @Illowy Magnard
The rustle sounded pretty darn satisfying to Dinara as she watched the black figure fall off the tree, though she couldn't help feeling sorry for the 'villain'. A fall from that height must have hurt!
She kicked herself off the tree, her satisfaction evident from the lack of banshee sounds. Eyeing the 'villain' suspiciously, she brandished her wand (not unlike a pirate sword) menacingly. Sure, she may not know any proper offensive spells, but any weapon's a weapon, right?
...Or perhaps not.
Still keeping her body trained towards the 'villain', she turned to face the other girl who had spoken, her forehead wrinkling in confusion. Keep her voice down? That's exactly what she was trying to do! Dropping her voice to an even more dramatic whisper, Dinara narrowed her eyes as she questioned the girl's statement.
"Is this better?"
Looking around apprehensively, Dinara watched the dark forest only for her eyes to be met with... Darkness. Darkness and nothing else. Figuring that she was plenty sharp enough to catch anything that may be amiss (as far from the truth as that may be), Dinara trained her gaze back onto the 'villain', still speaking in the dramatically comedic whisper that she had adopted earlier on.
"...Flare? What is this... Flare that you're talking about?"
Raising an eyebrow as she brandished the wand with every word that she said, Dinara stared deep into the 'villain'('s) eyes. They really did look like a cat's, almost like her cat back home. Cats can't possibly be bad, right?
Somewhere at the back of her mind, Dinara absent-mindedly wondered if barking would perhaps be more effective in scaring the 'villain' off.
ReducioApologies @Isaac Ambrose for not mentioning you in this post! I made it before our thread was transferred over but think it was missed. You can just take Dinara's interaction as an open reply to both you and Illowy!
[font=segoe script]Dinara Lucey[/font]
Stamina 5 | Evasion 10 | Strength 5 | Wisdom 2 | Arcane Power 10 | Accuracy 8