7 May 2020, 17:51
Secret Blossom Ball
In an instant, things all appeared to go wrong at once. Rafael leapt to attack Vladimir, but found himself on the other end of a strong right hook instead. Ruka had tried to stop the entire interaction from coming to blows by immobilizing Rafael before he had the chance to get hurt, but it was too sudden, or perhaps he had been too focused on getting Flash out of the way. Instead, Marion cursed Rafael with the most dreadful curse Flash knew-- the absolutely revolting slug vomiting spell.Outfit:Reducio
Having been intentionally dug into Ruka’s shoulder, Flash hadn’t seen anything but the aftermath as he was guided behind Ruka. His expression stuck in something like sheer horror as he realized what was going on. Should he have been keeping a closer eye on Rafael? Would this not have happened if he had taken Rafael to the ball?
No, he did not have time to run through petty regrets. He couldn’t even look at him any more, the sight made him want to vomit himself, his skin crawled when he thought about what Rafael was being subjected to. Instead, his eyes caught what was behind him-- Thomas and Burnett, as well as Erin Ryan having some kind of scuffle. Towards the entrance, another student he didn’t recognize was fleeing the ball vomiting slugs of his own, and Wren Caster was stuck completely frozen in place.
Flash would have loved to start going around and putting out fires, but then the most alarming thing of all took place. The lights started to flicker out. At first it seemed like nothing, perhaps a trick of the eye or a minor malfunction. It would be recognized as a pattern only shortly after it had begun. Students became quiet, the music stopped, Flash’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.
Oh God… Flash had very little time, soon the entire pitch would be covered in darkness. He used the growing silence to his advantage, making a fairly loud bird call. He had been practicing it all year, so it finally sounded like a genuine bird. To most they might have thought an errant blackbird was spooked by the commotion and calling out defensively. Perhaps in a way that was true. Only three people would know what this call meant: evacuate the students to the nearest exit. He hoped Nico, Griselda, and Jack could hear him.
There was no time to panic, he needed to take action right away. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but having the lights go out was bad. It would only be a matter of time before the darkness caused one of two results: misplaced delight, or catastrophic chaos. Right away there were a few things Flash could rectify.
”Ruka, please, get rid of that horrible curse on Rafael.” Flash’s voice was dire, hoarse even. He didn’t have time to regulate it.
Ruka would listen to him, wouldn’t he? He also didn’t have time to gauge how strong the ties of loyalty were to the people he had invested in. He had to ask them all to be by his side now. What is that… noise?
A buzzing. What was that buzzing? Regardless, he had people he needed. He was useless by himself. In the quickly diminishing light, he spotted Evelynn escorting some students away from the action. Surprisingly, he also noticed Persephone near the entrance, when had she arrived? It was unimportant, they were women he trusted. Women who didn’t abide things going to shit right in front of them without doing anything. Tyranni, Thora, and Bridget were also important, but they already knew everything that Flash knew. He would have to leave Burnett and Thomas to whatever they had decided to do with their precious time.
Flash walked quickly, though not running, to the side of Persephone first, the one nearest to him at that point.
”Miss Persephone, please join me, I’m asking for your assistance if you’ll humor me.” Flash’s voice had simmered at that point, but still strummed with urgency.
Whether she followed or not, he would continue to Evelynn. Flash had known that Persephone had poured scalding liquid on someone, but he had no idea that it was the head of his very date. In fact, he would have done well to do a lot more digging about her connections than he had, but that was a mistake he would have to face later.
The lights were nearly snuffed out completely when he reached her.
”Miss Evelynn--” Flash called out, quietly enough that he could barely hear himself over his own heartbeat. ”Do you have your broom?”
Action:
Free action: Making a bird call (to initiate an evacuation), asking Ruka to cast Finite Incantatum (to cure Rafael's curse)
Action: Gathering his allies (Persephone and Evelynn)
Stats:
Sta: 7 ★ Eva: 5 ★ Str: 6 ★ Wis: 8 ★ AP: 3 ★ Acc: 6
Ability:
Calming PresenceInteracting with: @Ruka Tân @Evelynn Decipio @Persephone Barret @Nico Shymane @Griseldis Edelhardt @Jack Warren
Mentioning:Reducio@Erin Ryan @Thomas Lestrange @Vladimir Athanatos @Rafael D'SpacitoPrevious posts: Pre-ball, Entrance, Recon, Asked to dance, Spots Vlad on dance floor, Dancing with Ruka, Talking to Ruka, LamentingClosed to Interaction
Owl me if you have an idea
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For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
7 May 2020, 18:04
Secret Blossom Ball
Interacting with: @Lark Flaer
Mentioning: @Rafael D'Spacito & @Gem Stuart
Everything seemed to be going all hunky dory for the pair of them as they made their way to the pitch to dance like the other coup- nope...not couples, just friends, right? Yeah...just friends. AJ was slightly nervous, he had never been to a ball before, never mind danced at one, and he certainly didn't want to embarrass Lark at this event by being a clumsy lumber-footed oaf. Although it seemed like other's present were intent not to give him the chance.
It seemed to be a bunch of random, seemingly unrelated events that had lead to a rather sizeable fight breaking out on the pitch. One of the Catalysts was seemingly the suspicions of AJ's own Captain which caused the young Scotsman to place his head in his hand and sigh "Yah arrogant bull-headed coo' breened bampot!" Well, it was fine, they could still have a pleasant time once that situation was dealt with, right?
Nope, not at all...
Catalyst number two made his entrance, someone Lark seemed to recognise and AJ seemed to remember her mentioning a handful of times. He hadn't been seen for a good bit and it seemed like many present would have preferred it stay that way as the poor boy was piled upon before he could even get a word in.
AJ's instincts made him want to help but he knew that if he tried he would just be one more person adding to the chaos. He looked to Lark sympathetically, and he could see in her eyes that although she was troubled she was intent to still try and have a nice evening despite everything. AJ opened his mouth to try and say something comforting before their dance.
And then everything went dark.
Whatever had been lighting the pitch was apparently no longer doing so as everything around the first year's instantaneously went pitch black. Within moments wands were illuminated around the area, but AJ new that something was up, and it seemed that this ball was slowly descending into worse upon worse territory.
He could still feel Lark gripping tightly onto his arm as he drew his wand. The long Hornbeam implement was clutched tightly in the boy's hand as he prepared to do something that may be deemed unpopular, but he deemed necessary. "Yah mee wan' teh tree un gut teh yer broom." He advised his date as he flicked his wand to the sky and clearly announced "Verdimillious!"
It was his hope to get a signal flare up. Whatever was happening, he wasn't sure a bunch of easy to anger children were going to be able to deal with it effectively. A lot of them would get in trouble for sure, but he'd rather that than something worse happening.'
Action: Attempting to cast Verdimillious!
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- Fearless - Prodigal DADA - The Muggle Condition - Wandmaker - Animagus - Prodigal CoMC
Stamina: 7/20 | Evasion: 11/20 | Strength: 5/20 | Wisdom: 15/20 | Arcane Power: 10/20 | Accuracy: 15/20
7 May 2020, 18:15
Secret Blossom Ball
Crystal was suddenly very distracted by not only the fights that were going on around her, but also the lights suddenly turning off. She couldn't really see all that far ahead of her, could'nt see Mildred across the table from her. On top of that, she could hear a very faint buzzing noise that was taking up the most of her attention. "Do you hear that?" She asked Mildred, standing up from her seat and glancing around to see if she could find the source of the noise. Pointless, but it did give her a good idea of the direction the noise was coming from. It seemed to be from farther up. She stepped away from the table, shuffling her feet as she walked as to not bump into anyone or trip over anything.Interacting with @Mildred Wilson
She had a lot of experience of being outside when it was pitch black, so she was still able to piece together the general idea of where she was in the pitch. If she was hearing it correctly, she would have to fly up on a broom to be able to actually see what this noise making entity, or entities, was. She turned to where Mildred was, hopeful. "Do you know how to fly a broom?" She asked, trying to figure out different ways to get up there. Her curiosity was too strong for her to just ignore it and try to leave. Her best bet was to have someone who already knew how to fly on one take her up there, but the only person she knew was Mildred. "Or even better, do you know Lumos?" she inquired, though the thought came secondly. Seeing wasn't super important as long as she can feel her way around, and hear the people moving. But She also knew it would be more of a help than just relying on that.
Free action: questioning Mildred.
7 May 2020, 18:27
Secret Blossom Ball
Wearing:Reducio
With everything happening so fast - too fast for his words to make any sort of breakthrough - Jack was in something of a panic. Erin was ignoring him and instead seemed to be focused on Thomas. The pair of them seemed intent on riling each other up. Thinking that maybe they would only just keep to words for the time being, Jack opened his bag and felt around for a few things in there, sticking two of them in his pockets and holding on to one.
The next time he looked up, however, Erin was attempting to trap Thomas between her legs, it seemed, before he managed to shake her off and she landed back on her feet. Exhaling the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, Jack darted to get between the two of them before the altercation could be escalated even further.
When the lights went out, the Slytherin boy froze. With his sight challenged, he relied on his other senses in order to discover more information on what was happening. There was a faint buzzing and Jack didn't like it. His hand closed over his wand in his pocket, but he didn't yet pull it out.
The last time he had checked, all the people he was most worried about seemed to be in the company of someone else he more or less trusted to have their backs. He knew Selim was pretty decent at defending himself on his own, but he would have liked Thomas to stick closer to him nevertheless. Meanwhile, he tried to get nearer to where he had seen Erin last before having been blinded by the sudden darkeness.
"Erin?" He whispered loudly. "Erin, stay near me. Please!" While Jack was also well aware that the part-veela could handle herself, he wanted to stick to her more to keep track of the violent girl than anything else. He heard the Slytherin girl from earlier speaking to someone she addressed as 'Reaper' - Thomas - ? before he heard her attempting to cast the Wand-Lighting Charm.
Action: Attempting to get between Erin and Thomas while staying closer to Erin.
Interacting with: @Erin Ryan, @Thomas LeStrange, @Selim Faust, & @Santario Martin
PC: Jack Burnett | iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori
7 May 2020, 22:17
Secret Blossom Ball
Arlo’s attempt to drag the duffel bag to safety would be futile. Even as Marion joined him in the effort they were only able to move the bag a few paces. With a huff from the exertion the boy would drop the handle and rest his palms on his knees as he caught his breath. “What the heck is in there Marion?” he asked between his deep inhales and exhales. However, her mind would be elsewhere as her eyes drifted towards her friends.
”Don’t be sorry...” Arlo began as his date pronounced her regret of the evening. “Who wants what everyone else has anyways, it’s boring.” The little gremlin attempted to sooth her worries, ignorant of the fact that she probably wished for boring on a daily basis. How she must yearn for a life that was peaceful and ordinary. “You’re really nice too Marion. Nobody deserves to be treated poorly.” His golden eyes would look up into hers with concern. “I can’t leave you here alone...if it gets bad...we’ll stick together.” He pledged his service with a nod of determination as he attempted to boost both his own and Marion’s will.
It would be the next moment that the test of this will would begin. As she knelt down beside him to whisper in his ear, the zipper of the bag would part just enough for him to see the contents within. However, Arlo’s eyes would scan the crowd first. She spoke of a group that plotted against them, just as they had done before, just as he had done before. A mixture of guilt and worry coursed through the boy as he searched every nearby face for signs of danger. Every fiber in his being called out for him to flee with Marion. Get them to safety so they would both be protected, but she vowed to stay with her friends and make a stand for themselves. “I...I will stand with you this time.” Arlo pledged his loyalty.
The clink of glass against glass would draw his gaze back to the bag. He had no idea what he was looking at or what it could possibly be used for. It reminded him of used motor oil. “What is this stuff?” A flash of concern flickered in his eyes as she spoke of illness. He too suffered from one. “Me...me too, Marion.” Arlo said in a soft voice. He reached for the cuff of his pant and pulled the leg back to expose his knee. Just above the knee cap was two identical scars, like pin pricks. From each one black would spread across the flesh, as if the veins as withered and died. “See. It might be forever.” He admitted with a weak smile. An attempt to show her that she was not alone in the world. That others knew pain and suffering too. That being a victim of trauma made you different but not ruined.
It would have been a nice moment for the two of them. A chance to bond and grow their new relationship as they got to know each other better. Arlo was perhaps a bit too young to know romance, but at least the beginnings of a good friendship were in the making. However, the gods had a different idea for the evening. A quick flurry of movement would draw Marion’s attention elsewhere and Arlo’s gaze followed. She would let out a scream as she jumped into action to support her friends. With a swipe of her wand she produced a curse as punches started to fly amongst the crowd before him.
Arlo jumped to his feet and just bobbed in place as he thought of what to do. He couldn’t have cast if he wanted to. First of all he hadn’t brought his wand, rookie mistake, and second of all he hadn’t perfected any of his spell work anyways. The boy was also no fighter. As seen by his struggle to move a duffel bag, strength did not flow through his tiny limbs. All he could do was offer his support. He would dash forward to stand in front of Marion. It was hardly a chivalrous act. His tiny frame would do little to block any incoming damage sent their way. It was however an act of support. Whatever might happen, at least she would know that he stood with her.
It was then that things began to change. It was slow at first. One of those moments where you blink and something seems different, but you can’t quite tell what it was. Arlo’s head began to swivel as he searched for any sign of disturbance. Then the change would come quick. One by one the lights began to extinguish as the dance floor was plunged into darkness. “Marion! What’s going on?!” As if she would know, but for some reason people have the tendency to ask what’s the matter in times of crisis. As the music died with the lights the faintest buzzing would fill the void. Arlo reached behind him, his long fingers searching for Marion’s free hand. An attempt to find some reference point in the dark as well as to keep the fear at bay.
“Can you light your wand , Marion? I can’t see a thing!” He whispered over his shoulder to her. His tone remained calm for the moment, but carried a severity to it. Arlo looked up into the night sky, his eyes wide as they adjusted to the dark. He searched for whatever it may be that stole the lights and whatever might be making that dreadful noise.
”Don’t be sorry...” Arlo began as his date pronounced her regret of the evening. “Who wants what everyone else has anyways, it’s boring.” The little gremlin attempted to sooth her worries, ignorant of the fact that she probably wished for boring on a daily basis. How she must yearn for a life that was peaceful and ordinary. “You’re really nice too Marion. Nobody deserves to be treated poorly.” His golden eyes would look up into hers with concern. “I can’t leave you here alone...if it gets bad...we’ll stick together.” He pledged his service with a nod of determination as he attempted to boost both his own and Marion’s will.
It would be the next moment that the test of this will would begin. As she knelt down beside him to whisper in his ear, the zipper of the bag would part just enough for him to see the contents within. However, Arlo’s eyes would scan the crowd first. She spoke of a group that plotted against them, just as they had done before, just as he had done before. A mixture of guilt and worry coursed through the boy as he searched every nearby face for signs of danger. Every fiber in his being called out for him to flee with Marion. Get them to safety so they would both be protected, but she vowed to stay with her friends and make a stand for themselves. “I...I will stand with you this time.” Arlo pledged his loyalty.
The clink of glass against glass would draw his gaze back to the bag. He had no idea what he was looking at or what it could possibly be used for. It reminded him of used motor oil. “What is this stuff?” A flash of concern flickered in his eyes as she spoke of illness. He too suffered from one. “Me...me too, Marion.” Arlo said in a soft voice. He reached for the cuff of his pant and pulled the leg back to expose his knee. Just above the knee cap was two identical scars, like pin pricks. From each one black would spread across the flesh, as if the veins as withered and died. “See. It might be forever.” He admitted with a weak smile. An attempt to show her that she was not alone in the world. That others knew pain and suffering too. That being a victim of trauma made you different but not ruined.
It would have been a nice moment for the two of them. A chance to bond and grow their new relationship as they got to know each other better. Arlo was perhaps a bit too young to know romance, but at least the beginnings of a good friendship were in the making. However, the gods had a different idea for the evening. A quick flurry of movement would draw Marion’s attention elsewhere and Arlo’s gaze followed. She would let out a scream as she jumped into action to support her friends. With a swipe of her wand she produced a curse as punches started to fly amongst the crowd before him.
Arlo jumped to his feet and just bobbed in place as he thought of what to do. He couldn’t have cast if he wanted to. First of all he hadn’t brought his wand, rookie mistake, and second of all he hadn’t perfected any of his spell work anyways. The boy was also no fighter. As seen by his struggle to move a duffel bag, strength did not flow through his tiny limbs. All he could do was offer his support. He would dash forward to stand in front of Marion. It was hardly a chivalrous act. His tiny frame would do little to block any incoming damage sent their way. It was however an act of support. Whatever might happen, at least she would know that he stood with her.
It was then that things began to change. It was slow at first. One of those moments where you blink and something seems different, but you can’t quite tell what it was. Arlo’s head began to swivel as he searched for any sign of disturbance. Then the change would come quick. One by one the lights began to extinguish as the dance floor was plunged into darkness. “Marion! What’s going on?!” As if she would know, but for some reason people have the tendency to ask what’s the matter in times of crisis. As the music died with the lights the faintest buzzing would fill the void. Arlo reached behind him, his long fingers searching for Marion’s free hand. An attempt to find some reference point in the dark as well as to keep the fear at bay.
“Can you light your wand , Marion? I can’t see a thing!” He whispered over his shoulder to her. His tone remained calm for the moment, but carried a severity to it. Arlo looked up into the night sky, his eyes wide as they adjusted to the dark. He searched for whatever it may be that stole the lights and whatever might be making that dreadful noise.
Action: Attempts to spot what might be snuffing out the light.
7 May 2020, 22:35
Secret Blossom Ball
@Aaron Jones & @Pericles Dralt
Piérre had closed his eyes for one second, ONE. SECOND, and already, the party was splitting at its seams. Had it not been for the fact that he was hovering overhead, Piérre may have found himself in the midst of the spat that @Rafael D'Spacito was engaging in, helping his captain by all means necessary. Indeed, green eyes blazed with a mixture of disgust and pity when he saw his captain miss the strong haymaker punch and was instead struck with the slug-vomiting charm. That had to feel worse than terrible, and here the Britalian was, floating just overhead, almost disinterestedly watching the violence begin.
Why couldn't people get along?
This was a question that the lad had been asking himself ever since he was a child hooked by his collar in a locker, watching students laughing as they passed by in the hall outside of slits which offered a bit of light. Sometimes Piérre was put there, other times he put himself there to avoid trouble. And all the poor partygoers that had just wanted to enjoy a nice party, get to know some people, and enjoy a slow waltz under the stars... the candles snuffing out one by one...
One by one, by one, by one...
Silence below, quiet whispers; a few wands attempting to light themselves in the party below, now lacking its candlelight romanticism. The orchestra had put down their instruments... they had no light source. This was not supposed to be happening, was it?
No. It's not. And you need to figure out what's wrong.
A whisper in his ear and Piérre sat up on his broom again, chewing his bottom lip, eyes creased in worry. Where had he seen this before? More accurately; where had he heard of this before?
Yes.
Now another sound; a high buzzing, almost like a flock of insects collecting together and flying towards one singular goal; a collection of some sort. Yes, there was a buzzing of words and talking from the crowd, but it wasn't their voices or actions that was causing the brunt of the sound... It was something else... Something... a little further away...
Coming closer and closer to the party and the unaware partygoers within. A twinge of regret filled Piérre as he looked down at the confused party. They probably hadn't thought of grabbing a broom and flying like he did; indeed, it was only because of Piérre's natural eccentricity that even provoked the thought of the action to cross his mind.
Wasn't it?
No time for second thoughts; he would have to make the best of the situation. With a firm hand, Piérre began to steer the broom, now at a speed closer to how he would normally fly in a match of Quidditch. Speed would be essential if there was danger that the Britalian would have to report. Speed and accuracy. His tuxedo was certainly going to cause him a little drag, but the silk almost made up for the loose apparel, causing wind to slick off of him like water slicking off of a duck.
Still hovering over the pitch, but nearby the rings where the Britalian would usually protect the Quaffle from flying through, Piérre grasped one of the rings, steadying himself and placing a hand over his eyes, squinting towards the direction that seemed to be where the buzzing was emanating from. There were little blobs there... something that looked like owls carrying... packages? Something for a surprise? But then why give out a surprise in the dark? Why be so cloak and dagger?
Something isn't right. Check it out, Piérre. Warn them, even if they don't listen. If you don't warn them, then you are responsible for their sufferings. *Please Note* These inner thoughts are not related to the main plot at all whatsoever. These are not thoughts placed by or forced by Moderation; this is character development towards Piérre's surfacing Paranoid Schizophrenia
A voice like his own, his own consciousness... Was this a shoulder angel/devil thing that Piérre had seen so often in the movies...? Perhaps...?
Either way, the instinct would have to suffice. He would at least have to try and warn anyone if there was danger to be had... but first he would have to see if there was any danger at all to begin with.
Looking for someone anyone who could help him, Piérre managed to spot bright platinum blonde hair and dapper apparel behind and below him. Peri! Moving his hand from squinting in the distance to cupping his mouth for a shout, Piérre attempted to call out to the Prefect.
"Um... Peri!? Was this planned?!" His voice would echo in the stands and through the pitch, but with a high-pitched voice and a good diaphragm support (which was built up from a lot of singing at the top of his lungs and general choral performance), hopefully the intelligent Prefect would see, or at least hear the shrill and slightly concerned voice. "It sure is a surprise, but... um... I don't really like the way that you're introducing it!"
With that little call out of the way, Piérre turned and focused on the blobs again, willing his eyes to narrow and absorb all the light that they could from the stars overhead and the lights slowly glowing from below. If it had been darker sooner, then Piérre's eyes would have adjusted better, used to seeing the constellations and stargazing with naked eyes, but with lights going on and off, it would take the Britalian's pupils a little longer to recognize what was coming their way, if he could recognize it at all.
You have to at least try.
'I know.'
Action- Calling out to Pericles Dralt & Utilizing the Ability Keen Eye
10% Chance to notice something once in a moderated situation (cannot be used consecutively on the same item, but can be used to spot DIFFERENT items)
Jesters do oft prove prophets. 𓀚
I am the brother account to Romeo Marchonné & Zyva Hel Fae Skógrwight
7 May 2020, 23:56
Secret Blossom Ball
The look in Xailah's eyes, even if it had been a momentary glint, didn't go unnoticed by Illowy when she had approached and her new imperfections became more obvious. Since the whole matter had occured, Illowy had done her best not to let the pitiful looks get to her. After all, Magnards do not accept pity. That's what her mother would say... if she knew about the situation. Even in the tone of the lioness's voice, she could hear the hesitation in the compliment. All the same, the snake simply offered another small smile, "Thank you."Interactions: @Xailah Alptraum
Meantions:
Open to Interaction
The chaos within the Pitch only seemed to keep escalating. Wands were out, spells were being cast... it all made Illowy uneasy, "I don't know..." sure, it was wise during these events to keep close in a group, but something didn't feel right in her gut. She felt compelled to stay put, "I might stay here... keep an eye on things from the ground." she spoke, looking back at her peers.
As though the universe was acutely aware of how uneasy she was becoming, the candles illuminating the party suddenly began to snuff out, one by one. Ghostly hues lifted to the sky as they were all suddenly plunged into the nighttime darkness and quiet as the band stopped playing. The only thing giving light now was the moon, stars, and a few students casting Lumos. She did not like this at all. The second year drew her wand from her pocket, looking around herself. With the ball now come to a hush aside from a few nervous students quietly chittering, she could hear a low, faint buzzing echoing through the spring air
What the bloody hell is that?
Reducio
Action: chooses to stay in the Pitch instead of going with her group. Draws her wand and tries to discern what is happening.
I was told I was dangerous. When I asked why, they said, "Because you don't need anyone." That's when I smiled.
8 May 2020, 01:00
Secret Blossom Ball
Interacting: @Logan Baird
It wasn't something very obvious. At least not at first, especially if you were someone who'd Elsian had gotten off roughly with but Elsian had quite the theatrical attitude. Something that didn't as often get obviously noticed by some simply because of the very dry nature of his humor and, quite frankly, overall demeanor at times. Something that for better or worse, was only being encouraged with Logan.
Helping her up onto her feet he simply gave her a wry look, as if pointedly about to question himself dramatically just because she'd doubted him. His grip on her hand instantly loosened when she turned to her chair, letting her push it back into place without him holding one of her limbs prisoner. Although it'd be a lie to say he wasn't tempted to keep a tighter grip just to mess with the other in retaliation but he could hardly be blamed in his opinion. After all, the other was equally sassy if you asked him. At the very least he was sure she had no problem being like that to him, the audacity.
Not really, he'd probably deserve it but his point still stood! The point being she sassed him so he was allowed to sass back. No matter how unintentional it was on her part.
Those were just the rules.
"Well I'd hope so. But then again I don't know, maybe I'll let my mind wander over such things in the middle of the dance. How much do you like your toes again?" he asked eyeing her shoes thoughtfully; he had the beginnings of a Cheshire grin, the corners of his lips wanting desperately to pull back into something smug to prod at Logan's less than stellar confidence about his proposal.
At her low curtsy, he bit back a snicker. Following the others sarcastic lead with simply a proper nod, holding his hand out for the other to take and giving a small sigh when she threatened him, fighting back the urge to smile back, "Oh just take all the fun out of it why don't you. Still..."
He eyed the commotion starting to brew between some of the students. What looked like a fight, or the attempted beginning of one at least. He'd come here fully expecting something to happen but what he'd seen over the course of the night, from the small tiny odd actions and stiff meetings from the corners of his sight to the stands where he'd been quite sure something was off. He had a bad feeling. One that only grew based off of some of the faces in this crowd...
"C'mon, let's leave before this place goes off the rails any more than it has." he offered, biting back a wince as he saw wands get drawn but still giving her a choice before he dragged her away. He knew a better spot. One where they wouldn't have to deal with fights and whatever mischief he was sure was brewing just beneath the surface of this event. Even he knew when it was better to leave when you're ahead. "I know a place we can go-"
Of course it would be his very luck that he got what he wanted when he was just about to make a clean escape. The lights went out and instantly it felt like they were being purposely smothered with the looming darkness, his hand instinctively tightening up on Logan's even as he squinted against the darkness waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark.
"I knew it." he blurted out, weariness mixed with amusement oozing from his tone, "Hogwarts parties are cursed," he sighed trying to keep the mood at least a little light despite the quite literal dark turn of events.
Turning his head to where he could see the outline of Logan, her expression in the moonlight but despite it all not much else. It was like they were swimming in ink. Typically he liked the dark but this just felt wrong. Suffocatingly so.
"Do you hear that?" he wondered aloud, free hand worrying over the wand in his pocket as he mulled over something in his head.
"I guess I owe you a dance later, but let's try and stick together for now yeah?"
Free Action: Questioning/joking with Logan
Stamina: 10┈┈ Evasion:17 ┈┈Strength: 1 ┈┈Wisdom: 9 ┈┈Arcane Power: 8┈┈ Accuracy: 10
I'd much rather be sleeping...
8 May 2020, 01:24
Secret Blossom Ball
@Zykeal Lane
Reducio
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"Ivy, you don't know what you're getting yourself into."
An outstretched hand, a wicked smile. Ivy reciprocated it with her own grin. "Oh, but I know exactly what I'm doing," she replied, arching an eyebrow challengingly. Did he really think he could match her? She was a trained dancer, after all. Placing her hand in his, she was taken aback for a brief moment when he pulled her onto the dance floor. Ivy was used to taking the lead with this sort of thing, but she quickly relaxed as the sound of the music reached her ears.
Her surprise was shown clearly on her face again as Zyk began to dance. He lacked technique, but his sense of rhythm was surprisingly good. Ivy laughed and joined in. "I didn't know you could dance like that," she said. "Where'd you learn to dance?" She was surprised when Zyk stopped dancing - it appeared that he was looking at something, and he stepped in front of her. Ivy got the feeling that he was trying to shield her from something and peered over his shoulder and witnessed a blur going past as the Gryffindor Quidditch captain pushed someone to the ground.
"Oh," was all that she could say as she stared at them. Ivy looked at Zykeal, noting that his expression had turned stony. "Alright," she said in response to his request that they move. Ivy looked down briefly in surprise as he clutched her hand, but before she could say something, the lights above flickered, before going out completely. The music slowed to a stop and suddenly, Ivy couldn't breathe, her blood running cold and her stomach flipping with fear. The liveliness and excitement that had filled the air was gone. Something was wrong. "What-"
Why had the Blossom Ball been cancelled? Why had the Hogwarts staff made that decision? Because Hogwarts wasn't safe anymore. Ivy couldn't believe her own stupidity. Why couldn't she have just listened to them? Panic crashed over her like a wave and bile rose in the back of her throat. This feeling was all too familiar... "Zyk?" Ivy had almost forgotten that she was holding his hand, and sighed with relief as she realised that they were still together. "Zyk, we need to get out of here," she whispered in the direction that she thought Zyk was. "Something... something's wrong..."
listened to Blackout from In The Heights while writing this
october 2007 - august 2023.
i know the end
i know the end
8 May 2020, 02:47
Secret Blossom Ball
Mentioning @Rafael D'Spacito @Ruka Tân @Flash Holmwood
The next few moments happened all to quick for Willow to keep track of. Rafael somehow messed up his own brilliant plan, Vladimir punched him, and then Rafael started throwing up slugs. Willow almost threw up just from her own memory of throwing up slugs in the library just two days before the ball. She didn't have time to be concerned about Rafael, he wanted her to take this bag so she would do it.
Well, she would try.
Even for a 129cm firecracker, she was not very strong. As she tried to heave it up to take it away, she almost fell over because it was far heavier than expected. If Rafael wanted the bag, surely he wanted to know what was in it right? Willow made the executive decision to simply try and drag the bag away far enough away from the fight for her to open it and see what was in it. There was a newfound panic as the Quidditch Pitch started to descend into darkness, and silence fell over as everyone realized what was happening. Even if she did get it open to examine the contents, a bird call snagged her attention. Her eyes found Flash, but he was quickly leaving the scene. Rafa was throwing up slugs, and rendered pretty useless. She couldn't trust Ruka, the person she brought as her date. Breana was nowhere to be found. Willow suddenly felt very alone.
Before she could even snap out of her panic to figure out her next move everything went completely dark. There was still sound but it was a buzzing? Was that her own brain being fuzzy or was that real? She couldn't tell. Willow was reverted to her own instincts, which was don't move. Her mom had always told her that if she should ever get separated from her parents she shouldn't move from where she was because then it would be harder for help to come find her. So here she was... with a duffel bag that she really had no interest in herself.
The darkness was something familiar, in the beginning of April she had been submerged into darkness when she fell into the basement and some idiot closed up the floor over the top of them. Her body was on edge, last time she was in darkness like this they were under attack from a mysterious force. What if this was another attack? Slowly she sank to the ground, fear overrunning her body. Her voice called out, strained, scared, pleading for the one person that she felt truly safe with. "Flash! Flash, please. Where are you?" Choked sobs came up, she was anchored to the ground with fear. Who knows how far away he already was, he was on the move as soon as the lights went out. "Flash please, I need you." Her arms curled around her body, as if to try and give her some sort of armor. Her hand found the wand in her boot and clutched it tightly, as if she even knew spells that could help her in this situation.
Action: Attempting to open Vladimir's bag, before ultimately panicking.
Stats: Stamina: 6 / Evasion: 5 / Strength: 4 / Wisdom: 8 / ArcPower: 6 / Accuracy: 7
"I don't know whether to cry or scream or do both. It feels like I've done more than enough of both. And it feels like I haven't done enough." - Mason Deaver
Stamina 12 ∴ Evasion 12 ∴ Strength 5 ∴ Wisdom 12 ∵ ArcPower 10 ∵ Accuracy 15
Stamina 12 ∴ Evasion 12 ∴ Strength 5 ∴ Wisdom 12 ∵ ArcPower 10 ∵ Accuracy 15