20 Oct 2022, 16:07
Faerietale Endings
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Wynn was half-expecting a rejection from the Slytherin. Someone other than Ben and Kira, two of his few childhood friends, wanting to spend time with him just never occurred possible to him. (But then again, he had never attempted to ask anyone other than Ben and Kira.) Before he knew it, the corners of his mouth rose upwards to form a genuine (and, slightly flustered) smile.
The awkwardness of their previous encounter was thrown far, far away in the back of his mind, and all he could think about at that moment was how he managed to make a friend with his own efforts. Not that he felt like he had done much to deserve her friendship.
As he finished his drink, he noticed Irina looking at a girl who was leaving the ball. Was she someone she knew? The girl didnt look like she was fine. He probably shouldn’t ask Irina about it, should he? Experiencing a bit of inner turmoil, he ultimately assumed that if Irina needed to comfort her, she would bring it up to him, and if she didn’t, the two of them would just enjoy the night like they planned to.
Since Irina asked what he wanted to do next, he wouldn’t further ask if she needed to go after the girl. “To be honest, um, I’m not very good at dancing. If you want to though we could still do that! I’ll try my best not to mess up. I uh, I also noticed there’s like a petting zoo we could visit?”
Wynn hoped that Irina would be interested in the petting zoo. He had always liked animals, and he had planned to stop by there before he met her.
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Wynn Wen
20 Oct 2022, 18:07
Faerietale Endings
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As Romeo reached out to pet Valentin’s large rabbit ears, the seeker leaned in with welcome. The ears’ soft, genuine fur blended seamlessly into his pale duckfluff hair. “Sergei helped me find them. There’s a shop near Moscow that sells old theater costumes. Really special, all the history and nostalgia in there! Could we go see a play sometime? Maybe even star in one? Y’know, they even had some famous muggle costumes in there– a really surprising range of cats for some reason. I really liked the white one. They also had some famous wolf costume, but White Rabbit is fun, too. I want to be everything. I can’t wait for next time, but, yes, I’m still so happy to be here with…” The hyper speed of the boy’s rant skidded to an abrupt halt and Valentin blushed as he tried to revert to an earlier topic in haste. “Yes, they were very kind to resize it to fit me right there. What a nice job they did, too.” The boy’s natural bunny nose wrinkled with innocent cheer, and magic-adhered whiskers jostled slightly above either side of his mouth.
After returning the altered Firebolt to Rome, however, the smile in the corners of Val’s eyes melted away with concern. He was used to being scolded when stealing things, but he wasn’t used to others not being used to it. It hurt to see Romeo so alarmed because of his actions. How long had he been worrying about it…?
“Oh…” Val’s expression collapsed into palpable guilt. “Rogue niffler, at your service…!” He wasn’t used to this hurting. Valya had to turn this around. “I don’t think I told you. Even Edward got his wand back, even though I had to help. Everyone gets their treasures back once the mission is complete, and I usually only take on the important ones anymore…” Valentin stretched his neck, tipping his head to either side. “Even if somehow the Firebolt got lost one day, I know it would find its way back to you. You were meant to have it. I knew it ever since that day with the falling star. On the surface of that boiling lake, I saw your face. I know it’s silly, but it’s what I believe. When I was a kid I thought all that augery and seer stuff was another way adults tricked kids into doing what they want. Maybe my mother changed my mind a little. She was always so accepting, compared to Papka, whose words were always conflicting…” Valya trailed off as he decided that he was rambling too much about himself. He never really spoke to others about his family, but somehow with Romeo the words just came tumbling out… especially with Romeo talking the way he did. I'll try my best to make it, and you, proud, Valya, the Italian had said, using Valentin’s diminutive name for the first time. Its sounds evoked a feeling of comfort, of being home, as only those closest to Valentin used it. Blinking twice, the boy’s lips parted in slight surprise.
“I am proud of you…” Valya extended his right hand towards Romeo, landing where the pauldron connected with his broad shoulder. Silver-amethyst eyes locked onto Romeo’s for several seconds, wordlessly transmitting the captain’s feelings. Certainly Valya had gushed enough fine details of his pride for his co-captain and the rest of the team during the summer post-game celebration, lightweight that the seeker was. “And now, I want you to soar even higher. I want you to show me that you can do more. You are even stronger than this.” Sliding his long fingers off the boy’s shoulder, Valentin maintained his unbroken gaze into Romeo’s blue eyes.
“Your shining armor, you know… it really looks like you were meant to wear this kind of thing. Like the Firebolt, some kind of destiny. Maybe keep that set just as it is, please, and I’ll find you some brand new armor for the opening of quidditch season. W-would you?” Valentin’s right hand pulled back to grasp the milky hair at the base of his neck. Selfish request, Valik. No, but he actually does look… As Valentin began fighting with himself internally, he bit his lip while flicking his nervous eyes between the silver pauldron and Romeo’s face. Чёрт…! “Ah, hell…” (lit. ‘Devil’) “You know, you’ve gotten bigger. Is that set still fitting? H-heck… I guess it still fits really well…” Casting his head to the side, Valentin’s eyes narrowed with disappointment in himself. He’d resolved to hold the feelings inside, to not bother the other with any of it since that night in the stadium. The co-captain still had to be around Valentin regularly, at quidditch, in Horntail, in class and in the dormitory. It wouldn’t be right to make it awkward after being so brazen before. Pushing the feelings down, down deep with the colddrake, Valentin tipped his head as if in apology and turned to try to find where the music was coming from. This wasn’t his music, right? Right? Blinking hard, Valentin stopped mid-thought when he overheard a snippet of nearby conversation. He thought he’d heard Romeo’s name, but then there was something about a “housecat giving birth to an owl” and some other muffled words before giving way to a perfectly audible voice of disgust:
"So Romeo sent you smelly chocolates and there is some sort of thing between you?"
Additional, quieter lines sank into the background chatter until part of a girl’s reply reached Valentin through the language barrier: “NOTHING between Romeo and I. I don't even know if it was him.”
Romeo had overheard something, too, noticed Valentin. Chewing his lip slightly, Val wondered if that wasn’t the Ravenclaw Romeo had gotten into detention over. Spotting her there in the crowd, Valentin knew then that it must be. Was she a reason for Romeo turning away Valya that night in the stadium? But, he… Blazing red flooded Valentin’s cheeks as he remembered. «Ну...» (“Well...”) Even if she is of interest to my captain, it’s his choice. Wouldn’t mean a single good thing if I tried to change his mind. No, interfering with his decision would ruin everything. Wouldn’t deserve it. Besides, he already gave me his answer. It was good that he gave me all that martial arts training so that he doesn’t have to be the aegis anymore. He’s free. I just want him to be free…
Romeo's voice broke the silence as he began to focus once more on the not-quite-rose bushes. "What do you make of these plants, Val? I'm fairly certain they are roses, but they have to be grafted with something else. These thorns are too long to be a normal rosebush…"
Stooping down alongside his co-captain, Valentin examined the shrubberies as well. With a rotating palm, Valentin cradled one of the red-petalled blossoms. Soft and silky, its texture indeed resembled a true rose. Kneeling, Valentin drew in a long breath to try to understand if its scent also gave off the sweet characteristics of a true rose. Yes, there was a gentle floral note, slightly green and sharp with fresh terpenes, dominated by a rounder scent that Valentin did not know could be explained as phenyl ethyl alcohol… and there, beneath it all, lay the difficult to pinpoint quality a rose had in common with geraniums– an undertone like blood, spoken by the blossom's natural rose oxide. Such words might as well have belonged to an arcane spell to Valentin, had he known them, for he was nowhere near as well-studied in plants and animals as his fellow albino, Aida.
"It certainly smells like the roses from the courtyard garden back home," tried Val. "The stem looks to be unlike any rose, no, wait! I remember it from that day in Candyland. This is the same wood from that shrubby tree, the… the ones that grow natively here. I remember, it has completely different blossoms. This must be some kind of graft, maybe even local! I know someone who could tell us." Sliding his finger down a dark, woody stem, Valentin halted at one particularly long thorn. Unable to help himself, Valentin pressed the end of his right hand's longest finger against the tip of the thorn. He wanted to test it, himself.
"Snow White and Rose Red…" came Romeo's voice quietly. Valentin turned his head to look back up at the other boy.
"Do you mean, like the German story, 'Schneeweißchen und Rosenrot'? My father used to tell it to me. He told me so many folktales, and it didn't matter if they were written by muggles or wizards. He was like that with his music, too. He often composed about stories like those, I… I quite liked that one. Didn't he put some melody to it? I think he must have. He started calling me Schneeweißchen, you know, Snow White. I didn't understand why, at the time. I was really so very young… half the story I spent thinking about how bears are cool."
Batting his snow-colored eyelashes to clear his thoughts, Valentin realized he had been staring blankly at a dress just as white. It belonged to one Ileen Knight, the girl who had knighted him– the true queen of all Candyland. That’s right. I was knighted. I can take care of myself and others, too. Romeo doesn’t have to be an aegis anymore– I can do it. I’m doing better at helping Yefimka, aren’t I? Didn’t I help Misha? I can take it. I’m strong, too, in a way.
Then, with another two blinks at @Ileen Knight, a wash of shock overcame Valentin as he internalized how cold the girl looked, what with no shoes nor warm layers despite the cold autumn weather. “Please hold on a minute, Romeva. Just for a minute, please,” Valentin’s request fell from his lips as English, his mind already spinning with what he would need to say next. All at once, Valya no longer felt the chill as his long-stockinged legs carried him off to the girl’s side.
“Your highness, you must be freezing! Please, I insist that you take my coat.” Valentin was, if anything, fast. Before a thing in the world could stop him, he’d already removed his blue-black embroidered short coat and began holding it out in front of Ileen. “Are you trying to be Die Sterntaler or something? You’ll freeze to death at this rate. No, we can’t have our queen dying from exposure. The whole domain would die next from heartbreak.” Taking a step forward as he continued presenting it, the boy’s stubborn eyes showed clearly that he was not going to give up until she either took it from his hands or punched him in the face. Glancing at the boy at her side, Valentin frowned. Was this her date? Did he not have a single valiant bone in his body? With a heavy sigh, Valentin turned back to Ileen. Clearly if Ileen wouldn’t take Valya’s coat, winter’s scythe would claim her fingers and toes before Velvet Curtain ever considered doing anything about it. Once Ileen presumably took Valentin’s garment, he bowed and swiftly turned his heel to return to Romeo’s side.
Only after walking away did Valentin begin to show any indication that he did indeed feel the bite of the winds through his thin, though long-sleeved, undershirt. The cold didn’t matter anymore, anyway, thought Valentin. For however many more moments he might still have at his co-captain’s side, Valya already had everything he needed. Besides, he knew the Tatar in him could take on the frost with less danger than the meagerly-clad girl.
Looking back over Romeo’s altered beater outfit, a crooked grin overtook Valentin’s face as he decided that, no, it was actually the other captain who was the true knight, aegis or no. That was what a beater did, and Romeo hadn’t needed to defend Valentin a single time during their championship match. While little Edward had served honorably as the seeker’s bodyguard, Valentin wondered if even that play had been necessary. Surely, if Valik just pushed himself hard enough, he could become independent enough to fly solo and still come away without a scratch on him. It wasn’t as if he should have an army to defend just him, right? That time he was abandoned by his wingman, wasn’t that ultimately Valentin’s fault for having grown dependent on having another there?
Really what I am is a tyrant, Valentin half-joked to himself. Shaping the team to compensate for my weaknesses… Besides, look how I just forced my coat on Ileen. Should have listened to my mother when she said… No, no… nevermind. So long as Romeo is co-captain, there is a balance of power. I can’t keep going on like this. It’s not helpful. Looking back up at Romeo, Valentin couldn’t stand to lose a second more to such thoughts.
“There’s something else, Rome. I want you to have this.” Putting the Silver Arrow on the ground, Valentin held out the other long object that had been tucked away under his arm. Wrapped around the albino’s gift, a fine red cloth glittered with golden arabesque curls of ethnic Volga Tatar design. Then, with a tug at a tassled cord, the brilliant covering fell into the crook of Valentin’s arm to reveal something not of his heritage at all– a masterfully crafted steel longsword, peace-tied into a fragrant leather scabbard of honeyed brown. To anyone who knew swords, the pommel, hilt, and shape of the covered blade was clearly of Italian design– indeed, a keen eye might identify it as a real historical object in a stunning state of preservation.
“Romeo Marchonné, I ask you to kneel, that I may dub you a true white knight, and one of a very special kind– a free knight, an edelfrei. That’s the German word. It means that no one owns you; unlike other knights, you don’t have to serve anyone in particular. You need not be a personal aegis to a household or some aristocrat, but can instead freely roam the land seeking your own chosen glory. Now, on one knee for me, please, that I may grant you this title and honor the greatness you showed in not just our summer battle, but in all of the skirmishes I have witnessed you shoulder bravely. I am but a king of nothing, as I watch over unpopulated lands ruled only by their own wildness, but even one such as me can see that the purity of your righteous heart deserves to be recognized, and properly equipped. I will need you to remain steadfast while you kneel as I complete the ritual. Do you accept, Romeo Marchonné?”
Long red cloth draped from his left arm, Valentin looked back at Romeo in all seriousness. Valya’s white-gloved dominant hand grasped the hilt of the sword expectantly, as Valentin would not give the sword away yet. Such a blade could only be given to a willing, worthy soul... and only after completing the traditional ceremony.
As Romeo reached out to pet Valentin’s large rabbit ears, the seeker leaned in with welcome. The ears’ soft, genuine fur blended seamlessly into his pale duckfluff hair. “Sergei helped me find them. There’s a shop near Moscow that sells old theater costumes. Really special, all the history and nostalgia in there! Could we go see a play sometime? Maybe even star in one? Y’know, they even had some famous muggle costumes in there– a really surprising range of cats for some reason. I really liked the white one. They also had some famous wolf costume, but White Rabbit is fun, too. I want to be everything. I can’t wait for next time, but, yes, I’m still so happy to be here with…” The hyper speed of the boy’s rant skidded to an abrupt halt and Valentin blushed as he tried to revert to an earlier topic in haste. “Yes, they were very kind to resize it to fit me right there. What a nice job they did, too.” The boy’s natural bunny nose wrinkled with innocent cheer, and magic-adhered whiskers jostled slightly above either side of his mouth.
After returning the altered Firebolt to Rome, however, the smile in the corners of Val’s eyes melted away with concern. He was used to being scolded when stealing things, but he wasn’t used to others not being used to it. It hurt to see Romeo so alarmed because of his actions. How long had he been worrying about it…?
“Oh…” Val’s expression collapsed into palpable guilt. “Rogue niffler, at your service…!” He wasn’t used to this hurting. Valya had to turn this around. “I don’t think I told you. Even Edward got his wand back, even though I had to help. Everyone gets their treasures back once the mission is complete, and I usually only take on the important ones anymore…” Valentin stretched his neck, tipping his head to either side. “Even if somehow the Firebolt got lost one day, I know it would find its way back to you. You were meant to have it. I knew it ever since that day with the falling star. On the surface of that boiling lake, I saw your face. I know it’s silly, but it’s what I believe. When I was a kid I thought all that augery and seer stuff was another way adults tricked kids into doing what they want. Maybe my mother changed my mind a little. She was always so accepting, compared to Papka, whose words were always conflicting…” Valya trailed off as he decided that he was rambling too much about himself. He never really spoke to others about his family, but somehow with Romeo the words just came tumbling out… especially with Romeo talking the way he did. I'll try my best to make it, and you, proud, Valya, the Italian had said, using Valentin’s diminutive name for the first time. Its sounds evoked a feeling of comfort, of being home, as only those closest to Valentin used it. Blinking twice, the boy’s lips parted in slight surprise.
“I am proud of you…” Valya extended his right hand towards Romeo, landing where the pauldron connected with his broad shoulder. Silver-amethyst eyes locked onto Romeo’s for several seconds, wordlessly transmitting the captain’s feelings. Certainly Valya had gushed enough fine details of his pride for his co-captain and the rest of the team during the summer post-game celebration, lightweight that the seeker was. “And now, I want you to soar even higher. I want you to show me that you can do more. You are even stronger than this.” Sliding his long fingers off the boy’s shoulder, Valentin maintained his unbroken gaze into Romeo’s blue eyes.
“Your shining armor, you know… it really looks like you were meant to wear this kind of thing. Like the Firebolt, some kind of destiny. Maybe keep that set just as it is, please, and I’ll find you some brand new armor for the opening of quidditch season. W-would you?” Valentin’s right hand pulled back to grasp the milky hair at the base of his neck. Selfish request, Valik. No, but he actually does look… As Valentin began fighting with himself internally, he bit his lip while flicking his nervous eyes between the silver pauldron and Romeo’s face. Чёрт…! “Ah, hell…” (lit. ‘Devil’) “You know, you’ve gotten bigger. Is that set still fitting? H-heck… I guess it still fits really well…” Casting his head to the side, Valentin’s eyes narrowed with disappointment in himself. He’d resolved to hold the feelings inside, to not bother the other with any of it since that night in the stadium. The co-captain still had to be around Valentin regularly, at quidditch, in Horntail, in class and in the dormitory. It wouldn’t be right to make it awkward after being so brazen before. Pushing the feelings down, down deep with the colddrake, Valentin tipped his head as if in apology and turned to try to find where the music was coming from. This wasn’t his music, right? Right? Blinking hard, Valentin stopped mid-thought when he overheard a snippet of nearby conversation. He thought he’d heard Romeo’s name, but then there was something about a “housecat giving birth to an owl” and some other muffled words before giving way to a perfectly audible voice of disgust:
"So Romeo sent you smelly chocolates and there is some sort of thing between you?"
Additional, quieter lines sank into the background chatter until part of a girl’s reply reached Valentin through the language barrier: “NOTHING between Romeo and I. I don't even know if it was him.”
Romeo had overheard something, too, noticed Valentin. Chewing his lip slightly, Val wondered if that wasn’t the Ravenclaw Romeo had gotten into detention over. Spotting her there in the crowd, Valentin knew then that it must be. Was she a reason for Romeo turning away Valya that night in the stadium? But, he… Blazing red flooded Valentin’s cheeks as he remembered. «Ну...» (“Well...”) Even if she is of interest to my captain, it’s his choice. Wouldn’t mean a single good thing if I tried to change his mind. No, interfering with his decision would ruin everything. Wouldn’t deserve it. Besides, he already gave me his answer. It was good that he gave me all that martial arts training so that he doesn’t have to be the aegis anymore. He’s free. I just want him to be free…
Romeo's voice broke the silence as he began to focus once more on the not-quite-rose bushes. "What do you make of these plants, Val? I'm fairly certain they are roses, but they have to be grafted with something else. These thorns are too long to be a normal rosebush…"
Stooping down alongside his co-captain, Valentin examined the shrubberies as well. With a rotating palm, Valentin cradled one of the red-petalled blossoms. Soft and silky, its texture indeed resembled a true rose. Kneeling, Valentin drew in a long breath to try to understand if its scent also gave off the sweet characteristics of a true rose. Yes, there was a gentle floral note, slightly green and sharp with fresh terpenes, dominated by a rounder scent that Valentin did not know could be explained as phenyl ethyl alcohol… and there, beneath it all, lay the difficult to pinpoint quality a rose had in common with geraniums– an undertone like blood, spoken by the blossom's natural rose oxide. Such words might as well have belonged to an arcane spell to Valentin, had he known them, for he was nowhere near as well-studied in plants and animals as his fellow albino, Aida.
"It certainly smells like the roses from the courtyard garden back home," tried Val. "The stem looks to be unlike any rose, no, wait! I remember it from that day in Candyland. This is the same wood from that shrubby tree, the… the ones that grow natively here. I remember, it has completely different blossoms. This must be some kind of graft, maybe even local! I know someone who could tell us." Sliding his finger down a dark, woody stem, Valentin halted at one particularly long thorn. Unable to help himself, Valentin pressed the end of his right hand's longest finger against the tip of the thorn. He wanted to test it, himself.
"Snow White and Rose Red…" came Romeo's voice quietly. Valentin turned his head to look back up at the other boy.
"Do you mean, like the German story, 'Schneeweißchen und Rosenrot'? My father used to tell it to me. He told me so many folktales, and it didn't matter if they were written by muggles or wizards. He was like that with his music, too. He often composed about stories like those, I… I quite liked that one. Didn't he put some melody to it? I think he must have. He started calling me Schneeweißchen, you know, Snow White. I didn't understand why, at the time. I was really so very young… half the story I spent thinking about how bears are cool."
Batting his snow-colored eyelashes to clear his thoughts, Valentin realized he had been staring blankly at a dress just as white. It belonged to one Ileen Knight, the girl who had knighted him– the true queen of all Candyland. That’s right. I was knighted. I can take care of myself and others, too. Romeo doesn’t have to be an aegis anymore– I can do it. I’m doing better at helping Yefimka, aren’t I? Didn’t I help Misha? I can take it. I’m strong, too, in a way.
Then, with another two blinks at @Ileen Knight, a wash of shock overcame Valentin as he internalized how cold the girl looked, what with no shoes nor warm layers despite the cold autumn weather. “Please hold on a minute, Romeva. Just for a minute, please,” Valentin’s request fell from his lips as English, his mind already spinning with what he would need to say next. All at once, Valya no longer felt the chill as his long-stockinged legs carried him off to the girl’s side.
“Your highness, you must be freezing! Please, I insist that you take my coat.” Valentin was, if anything, fast. Before a thing in the world could stop him, he’d already removed his blue-black embroidered short coat and began holding it out in front of Ileen. “Are you trying to be Die Sterntaler or something? You’ll freeze to death at this rate. No, we can’t have our queen dying from exposure. The whole domain would die next from heartbreak.” Taking a step forward as he continued presenting it, the boy’s stubborn eyes showed clearly that he was not going to give up until she either took it from his hands or punched him in the face. Glancing at the boy at her side, Valentin frowned. Was this her date? Did he not have a single valiant bone in his body? With a heavy sigh, Valentin turned back to Ileen. Clearly if Ileen wouldn’t take Valya’s coat, winter’s scythe would claim her fingers and toes before Velvet Curtain ever considered doing anything about it. Once Ileen presumably took Valentin’s garment, he bowed and swiftly turned his heel to return to Romeo’s side.
Only after walking away did Valentin begin to show any indication that he did indeed feel the bite of the winds through his thin, though long-sleeved, undershirt. The cold didn’t matter anymore, anyway, thought Valentin. For however many more moments he might still have at his co-captain’s side, Valya already had everything he needed. Besides, he knew the Tatar in him could take on the frost with less danger than the meagerly-clad girl.
Looking back over Romeo’s altered beater outfit, a crooked grin overtook Valentin’s face as he decided that, no, it was actually the other captain who was the true knight, aegis or no. That was what a beater did, and Romeo hadn’t needed to defend Valentin a single time during their championship match. While little Edward had served honorably as the seeker’s bodyguard, Valentin wondered if even that play had been necessary. Surely, if Valik just pushed himself hard enough, he could become independent enough to fly solo and still come away without a scratch on him. It wasn’t as if he should have an army to defend just him, right? That time he was abandoned by his wingman, wasn’t that ultimately Valentin’s fault for having grown dependent on having another there?
Really what I am is a tyrant, Valentin half-joked to himself. Shaping the team to compensate for my weaknesses… Besides, look how I just forced my coat on Ileen. Should have listened to my mother when she said… No, no… nevermind. So long as Romeo is co-captain, there is a balance of power. I can’t keep going on like this. It’s not helpful. Looking back up at Romeo, Valentin couldn’t stand to lose a second more to such thoughts.
“There’s something else, Rome. I want you to have this.” Putting the Silver Arrow on the ground, Valentin held out the other long object that had been tucked away under his arm. Wrapped around the albino’s gift, a fine red cloth glittered with golden arabesque curls of ethnic Volga Tatar design. Then, with a tug at a tassled cord, the brilliant covering fell into the crook of Valentin’s arm to reveal something not of his heritage at all– a masterfully crafted steel longsword, peace-tied into a fragrant leather scabbard of honeyed brown. To anyone who knew swords, the pommel, hilt, and shape of the covered blade was clearly of Italian design– indeed, a keen eye might identify it as a real historical object in a stunning state of preservation.
“Romeo Marchonné, I ask you to kneel, that I may dub you a true white knight, and one of a very special kind– a free knight, an edelfrei. That’s the German word. It means that no one owns you; unlike other knights, you don’t have to serve anyone in particular. You need not be a personal aegis to a household or some aristocrat, but can instead freely roam the land seeking your own chosen glory. Now, on one knee for me, please, that I may grant you this title and honor the greatness you showed in not just our summer battle, but in all of the skirmishes I have witnessed you shoulder bravely. I am but a king of nothing, as I watch over unpopulated lands ruled only by their own wildness, but even one such as me can see that the purity of your righteous heart deserves to be recognized, and properly equipped. I will need you to remain steadfast while you kneel as I complete the ritual. Do you accept, Romeo Marchonné?”
Long red cloth draped from his left arm, Valentin looked back at Romeo in all seriousness. Valya’s white-gloved dominant hand grasped the hilt of the sword expectantly, as Valentin would not give the sword away yet. Such a blade could only be given to a willing, worthy soul... and only after completing the traditional ceremony.
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Action: Seeing how sharp that red “rose's” thorn really was.
Free Actions: Giving Ileen his short coat, asking Romeo to kneel.
Inventory: Silver Arrow, cloth-wrapped peace-tied “theater sword,” and a very cranky wand that is ready to blow. No longer has a coat.
Stats: STA 8 ✦ EVA 14 ✧ STR 2 ✦ WIS 15 ✧ARC 1 ✦ ACC 15 - Ency
Abilities: Keen Eye ✦ Charmer ✧ Evasive Maneuvers ✦ Fearless
Languages Valentin speaks: English, Russian / Fancy Russian, German, Tatar, snippets of Italian
Ileen’s author agreed to take the jacket OOC.
@Percival Rainwood @Piérre Marchonné @Ileen Knight @Winnie Harper @Mathias Pride
Last edited by Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood on 20 Oct 2022, 21:42, edited 8 times in total.
20 Oct 2022, 19:33
Faerietale Endings
| date: Saturday - 10/08/22 time: 05:00PM year: second school: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry |
hair color: orange outfit: white prince outfit w/blue trims and flower/leaf designs accessories: pride bracelet, pearl bracelets more accessories: white flower/pearl dangle earrings |
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ㅤ──────────────────────| ── | It was time for the Fall Ball. Time was relative but sometimes it seemed as if it passed by so slowly, whereas others times it went fast as hell. This would be his second ball and first fall ball, it would be interesting to see what would happen during this one. The last one had been a mess, what with the messy relationship between Mathias and Winnie and the all out brawl with physical actions and spells flying everywhere by the disgruntled students who hadn't been picked to be the champions. Perhaps this ball would be a bit less... chaotic. But then again, causing chaos was one of Kim's specialties. He just didn't like to advertise this particular fact to others. Kim loved playing pranks on people often. As long as he didn't get found out. But he was really talented at not getting found out. So, he kept doing them. Lately, he'd been spending a lot more time with Sia and the two had gotten into quite a few successful pranks. At the ball this year, Kim was intending on doing a few mischievous pranks such as repeating the exploding bonbon prank from the Blossom Ball along with some new ones. Like setting some clothes on fire perhaps beneath a table. Or grabbing a drink from the refreshment table, spiking it with something and then giving it to someone else later on. Minor, relatively harmless pranks. But designed to cause chaos and entertain the rest of the guests. It was going to be fun that was for sure. Kim was dressed in a pure white prince charming outfit with blue trims and flower and leaf designs. Obviously, his costume was to be Prince Charming from the fairytales. As all of his nicknames around Hogwarts had Prince in the title, it made sense. Prince, Prince of Sweets and Flipendo Prince. So he had to come as Prince Charming, right? Kim's date for that particular ball happened to be Sophia Nelson this time. But she'd been a little busy when he'd tried to pick her up. They were supposed to have gone together but she'd told him to go ahead and she'd come later. So he'd brought along his satchel, filled with the usual chocolate frog boxes and other sweets, annoy-o-tron, ever-bashing boomerang, exploding bonbons, parchment paper, quill, inkwell, sketchbook, wizard camera, allergy potion and tissues. Each set of things was separated into three different sections. The prank items were in one, the sweets were in another and the paper stuff, camera and allergy potion with tissues were in the last section. Puffie, Kim's pink pygmy puff, was sitting on top of his shoulder, not having allowed Kim to go without him. So, he'd brought him. In his hands, Kim was carrying a medium sized container. Reducio  Inside the container were various cute butterfly cut out shaped mini sandwiches. They had different fillings. Some had just jam inside. Others had ham and cheese. Some had pumpkin spread. You wouldn't know what you got until you tried one. Or took one apart but that was discouraged because what fun was that? Kim hadn't done anything else because he knew there would be a ton of food and snacks there already and was looking forward to seeing what would be available. The Courtyard was the main gathering area. It made sense and Kim felt way more comfortable outside when there were large amounts of people. As Kim entered the courtyard, he could hear noises. Soft and sweet birdsong was heard and a chilly evening breeze blew by him. The surrounding areas having been decorated and set up by those responsible for putting together the fall ball was lovely! Kim had to admit, he was impressed by the way everything looked for the ball. It took a lot of work to put everything together in such a manner and even more work to ensure everything went well. He didn't recognize a lot of the things on display but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate them. There it was. Kim spotted a place with food, a nice simmering stew. With a variety of desserts. Well, what went best with stew? Some kind of bread or something to dip into the stew like his mini sandwiches! Kim went over and placed the container of mini butterfly shaped sandwiches down next to the stew and then glanced around the area. To the right he noticed a bunch of stewn Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans on the trail, leading off to somewhere unknown. And to the left he saw various pumpkins and fake animals placed in strategic locations. Interesting, they definitely seemed to do their job, and Kim couldn't help but be curious as to what this was all about. But for now, he'd eat a few things first to satisfy his stomach. Afterward, he'd start to explore the area. Taking a butterfly sandwich, some stew and a slice of each type of pie there, he started to munch. ────────────────────── ㅤ ㅤ──────────────────────
actions: Kim finally arrives at the fall ball, dressed in a prince charming outfit! inventory: Wand, Satchel - chocolate frog boxes, sweets, annoy-o-tron, ever-bashing boomerang, exploding bonbons, parchment paper, quill, inkwell, sketchbook, wizard camera, allergy potion and tissues. notes: Remember, Kim's last name when he gives it out is Aoki not Sato. ------------------------------ tags: @Hanako Tone, @Akari Kato as Enzo, @Sophia Nelson, @Bailey Glade, @Elsian Cox word count 830 coded by draven mirador |
Last edited by Kim Sato on 22 Oct 2022, 01:24, edited 1 time in total.
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20 Oct 2022, 21:29
Faerietale Endings
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▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ FOURTH YEAR ▪│
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ReducioOPEN
Mentioning:
@Ileen Knight as Amina
@Flash Holmwood as Yefim
@AngelFyre McCubbin as Stephen
Amina's inquiry was met with an unimpressed stare, but the mischievous look in the Swede's eyes likely told another story. There was hardly anything else to do at these balls except pull a few pranks, brood in the corner, maybe toss a spell some guy's way if he dared to hurt your friend. What else was he meant to do? Dance? Hell no, especially if Linnea Kolbeck wasn't there to nag him.
Time together? What the hell? Did Amina somehow know Ste...wart? She was American, or partly, so maybe that checked out. Did all Americans know each other? It was also possible that the redhead was getting very into character. "That's right, you told Amina you would marry her when she was just a child and now you deny your love? It's shameful enough that you led me on, Stewart, but to break your childhood love's heart? Disgraceful."
"You're giving her a necklace too? I remember when you gave me--..." As Felix's eyes flickered up to watch the crowd, he paused midsentence. Yefim was getting ready to meet up with his date and had decided it was easier to barrel through the crowd instead of simply asking them to move out of the way. Fucking Merlin... He looked like Moses parting the sea, except the water was a crowd of kids. Really, he shouldn't have cared, but a girl (@Beatrice Dupont) was directly in his path. She was a mere child; no more than ten or eleven years old. What struck him the most was how much she reminded him of his own little sisters. "For fuck's sake..." The Swede cussed under his breath.
"Hold on, Stewie." That wasn't the living doll's name, but he did not care as he was already bolting towards his brooding team leader to stop the accident waiting to happen. Felix would use one arm to scoop the tiny girl up before she smashed against the stonework. "You okay? I mean, don't just... Fucking stand there if someone is mowing people down--" He asked the first year before quickly reverting to an 'I-could-care-less' attitude.
"YEF. What are you, a fucking bull? Stop running over little twerps. You could have hurt her." He growled in Russian at the Durmstrang champion.
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Action: Catches Beatrice (permission given by Beatrice's writer).
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20 Oct 2022, 21:57
Faerietale Endings
Going to the Fall Ball with @Clark William Baird-Carter[/reducio] (yay)
shoes: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/52/52/1752 ... f4fee0.jpg
Outfit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/745627282065149914/
Hair: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/d4/7f/40d4 ... 03f2ca.jpg
Lily had been ready for the ball for hours. It was her very first ball and she was very excited. Lily was going with Clark, a very nice first year Hufflepuff. She had let her hair down in small curls. She had worn her mothers pearl necklace with red earrings.She had worn her favorite heels as well.
Walking down the stairs to go meet Clark, she wondered what kind of music there would be. She nodded to a couple of her friends who were also on their way to the ball.She hoped to see her friend, Colin McCoire. Actually, she was excited for everything but the dancing is what she was estatic about.
Happily, she thought about dancing with Clark. It wasn't lost that she had a crush on him though it made it a little awkward. But still, she was going to make the best of this time. She wished there could be balls every day.
Lily saw Clark and smiled." You look nice." She says softly.He did look really nice and handsome. " Are you ready to go?" Lily says with a smile.
WC: 200
shoes: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/52/52/1752 ... f4fee0.jpg
Outfit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/745627282065149914/
Hair: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/d4/7f/40d4 ... 03f2ca.jpg
Lily had been ready for the ball for hours. It was her very first ball and she was very excited. Lily was going with Clark, a very nice first year Hufflepuff. She had let her hair down in small curls. She had worn her mothers pearl necklace with red earrings.She had worn her favorite heels as well.
Walking down the stairs to go meet Clark, she wondered what kind of music there would be. She nodded to a couple of her friends who were also on their way to the ball.She hoped to see her friend, Colin McCoire. Actually, she was excited for everything but the dancing is what she was estatic about.
Happily, she thought about dancing with Clark. It wasn't lost that she had a crush on him though it made it a little awkward. But still, she was going to make the best of this time. She wished there could be balls every day.
Lily saw Clark and smiled." You look nice." She says softly.He did look really nice and handsome. " Are you ready to go?" Lily says with a smile.
WC: 200
"Where's the bloody rum?" -Captain Jack Sparrow
Lily McCoire/ Alicia Matthews
20 Oct 2022, 22:23
Faerietale Endings
Mentions: @George Henry, @Jake Morris, @Opeila Winters, @Gideon Athanatos, @June Selwyn & @Finnegan Connor
There was always this something in the air, right before a ball happened at Hogwarts. The anxiousness of people asking one another, figuring out their entrance effect and outfits and generally there was just this spark of awkward and young love for some, especially the young ones. Something that thus far had never been an issue for Alan. He had so far never felt as nervous about going to a ball than he had this very day. George had said yes, well, he said yes to going as friends, which he had made perfectly clear. But of course going as friends had been Alan's intention too! There were no special reasons and he wasn't nervous about going with George at all, but it must be all the other people affecting him with their nervousness. Not to forget Jake, who in itself was often just a bundle of anxiety, so it was probably his friend affecting him too! It couldn't be George, after all they were just friends and nothing more or less, right? But they did share a hammock, held hands and had two dates as friends of course, nothing special about that, right? At least that was what Alan was trying to convince himself of as he stared into the mirror of the lavatory, blue eyes that weren't really his staring back at him. They were too blue but they appeared too real to be fake, so that was another reason to be nervous about. Same with his hair. Had George actually not figured it out yet? Yeah, Alan had done his best to hide it within their first year, but for over a year he had stopped caring whether people would find out if he was a metamorph or not. But this would be another thing he would have to figure out. Would it make George like him any less? George wouldn't think Alan was a freak, would he? I mean Jake was also there of course.... would Jake care? Because of course what Jake thought would matter equally as much!
Alan was breathing heavy as he tried not to let anxiety get a hold of him. He was probably already spending an awkward amount of time in there for it to be still considered normal. The hair on his head, he was pretty proud at how it turned out. The worst thing about all this is trying to maintain a bit of control throughout the entire evening or else his appearance would go right back to being Alan. But that hadn't happened in ages. Since Alan has become more confident in the use of his abilities, it hadn't happened at all, if he was being honest. Alan did like his outfit and wondered just a tiny bit if it was being silly to dress up as a princess. But George didn't think so and instead of being the boring prince of the movie, that had basically no significance, he had picked the sea witch. A slight grin picked at the corner of his mouth as he wondered how expressive George had made his outfit appear and he knew, considering it was George, he wouldn't be disappointed. It was kinda funny, that the person George was best suited to dress up as, was the eccentric villain of the story.
Alright that was the kick he had needed to actually get out of there and into the chaos, after all he needed to see with his own eyes the costume George had come up with in the end. He freshened up and left for the ball and soon he would saw George, who looked stunning in a totally platonic way, of course and headed over to the boy. Alan himself wore a lot more colorful things than he usually did, but that came with dressing up as a mermaid, he figured. His hair of course was the same shade of red that Ariel was known for and so were his eyes the same shade of blue, both appeared too real to be fake yet too fake to be real, something probably only a metamorph could master. He was wearing a light violet top with a medal clipping together the strap at his right shoulder. The medal showed a trident, of course. He was also wearing green dyed pants and instead of his telltale red sneakers, he had gone for green ones. Considering that mermaids were usually not scared to swim around shirtless or with weird clothes, Alan had decided to put around form fitted robe of white cloth, held together by the type of rope commonly found at a pier. It sounded like a mess perhaps, but Alan pulled it off quite well. Not to forget the small holster, in green of course to blend in with the pants, that kept his secret weapon, or well, accessory really. Now then there was Tiger, Tiger looked so stunning in that silly little costume of his. With George, Jake and Alan going as Ursula, Flounder and Ariel, of course Tiger had to complete the selection of costumes by going as no other than Sebastian. Alan was sure Jake would freak out about how adorable the cat looked, like a real gentleman. Speaking of gentleman, George looked absolutely stunning with the black robes and the way he had styled his hair and make up to perfection. While Alan had easy game looking disney like due to his abilities, George had needed actual skill to pull this off and Alan wondered how much time it had taken him to get this look together.
George as soon as he saw Alan walked over to greet him, well more or less greet him, with an impatient "There you are" making Alan roll his eyes. He wasn't that late was he? To be fair Alan hadn't been checking the time at all, so maybe he had kept the Hufflepuff waiting. But it didn't really look like George meant it either. "Hey, so we're gonna do this?" He asked, though the question was more hypothetically as he began to move toward the entrance, only to be called back by George. It was weird, Alan had noticed the boy shying away from hugs or simple touch ever since they had talked in the owlery, so he had not wanted to cause a scene. But now George was wanting them to link arms, causing Alan to nervously stare at George before smiling warmly when George actually linked their arms together. And so they walked into the ballroom with their arms linked looking like a couple... of friends, yes. Every now and then Alan shifted, because George was simply gripping onto his arm as if he was a lifeline in the storming sea, but Alan understood that the other boy was nervous and so he didn't wanna say anything because that would likely upset the boy or make him refuse to link arms or something any longer. George had a temper of his own, especially in high stress situation, which a ball probably was for the badger. However Alan too wondered where Jake was and began to look around in order to find their friend. He should be rather obviously dressed, after all he was going to go to the ball dressed as flounder and the green and blue combo should really stand out among the princes and princesses all around them. When George asked him, if Alan saw anyone specific he wanted to hang out with, Alan began to look around. But it was really hard for him to see anyone specific, because all the colors and costumes did not really make it easy for him to actually pick out anyone in particular. He also would see a whole bunch of students, especially younger ones, that he simply was not familiar with at all. He also spotted a few duellists, such as Opeila and Ileen, both of them had costumes the boy could not recognize instantly but they also did not appear to be any princesses and was Ileen not wearing any shoes? Alan shook his head, which George might have understood as an equivalent of him saying no, because George would just move on and find someone to talk to he apparently knew. It was a young looking kid and probably a Hufflepuff, he looked like a kid that Jake could possibly get along with or not, because of how similar they appeared to be at first glance.
Alan was not able to even get a few words in when George was already guiding them to where they had seen Opeila earlier, the girl still was not dressed in any way that was instantly familiar to Alan, but he also didn't want to be rude and ask her as to what she was dressed up as, so he would let it remain a mystery for now. "Hey Gideon, I'm Alan, are you a friend of George's?" Alan wondered as he glanced at the boy once more as they were walking over to Opeila. [Roll to avoid slipping. d20:15+20] Alan noticed just ahead of time the spill of liquid the other kid had caused, stepping around it in order to avoid slipping and embarrassing himself in front of George or anyone really, but mostly George of course. "Be careful with that drink of yours Gideon, wouldn't want anyone to slip and fall, would you?" he asked carefully, he didn't even mean for it to be sarcastic as it hadn't come to mind that Gideon would purposefully try to make Alan slip or leave them behind. George was Alan's platonic date and last time they had went to a ball together, the both of them couldn't even dance before the mosps had arrived, so they definitely had to catch up on that missed opportunity tonight. However Alan had also managed to grab a drink for himself along the way and was now holding it in his hands, considering whether he could trust to drink it. The balls had a habit of having spiked food or drinks and Alan was unsure whether he could trust this now.
"Thanks June, I'm Alan Vanes, are you going as Tinkerbell?" he asked as he tried to take in her outfit. She was blonde and fairy like and the green outfit seemed to be a tell-tale sign of Tinkerbell. Even Alan knew that much about muggle fairy tales. Actually he quite liked the premise of Peter Pan, because being a kid was amazing compared to all the responsibilities an adult would have. He however did recognize Finn, the boy had been too scared to sleep in his own dorm at the start of the year. Since then he had seen the boy around occasionally. "Hello Finn, if you are her date, I assume you are going as Peter Pan?" he asked aloud with a grin. Maybe it was a bold assumption, but based on their matching outfits, he was willing to take a leap. Alan had been catching up on movies and stories of fairy tales in the muggle world and he quite liked a lot of them. He wondered how Jake had reacted to the children fairy tales of the magical world, wondering if they had been as concerning and unsettling to the boy as they had been when Alan was still young. Had George read them at all? He could and he could not imagine him to at the same time. They were stories for little kids after all, but George was very insistent of knowing a lot of things about the magical world and fitting into it as much as he could, so Alan wouldn't put it past him to go to the library and borrow a copy of 'The tales of Beedle the Bard' or something along the lines. For a moment Alan wondered, if anyone had dressed up as a character from those stories or if all of them had picked characters from Muggle literature.
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Allies: Hogwarts students
This is a main account tied to: Nichlas Forsberg
21 Oct 2022, 05:41
Faerietale Endings
interaction status [OPEN to the Horntail Horde]
interactions @Romeo Marchonné, @Valentin Schnell
mentions Romeo Marchonné, Valentin Schnell, @Cielle Johansen, all
When Johannes and Cielle had initially suggested the idea of group costumes, he had had the funny idea of a more traditional Alice in Wonderland theme and less of the somewhat lesser-known sequel, but he couldn't complain too much. It was a bit of extra reading material without the godsends that were Wikipedia plot synopses and Cliffnotes, but what was a bit more research when most of his fellow Horntails had been amiable, if not totally on board with the (fantastic) idea. As long as he didn't have to be the poor swap-out for a badly-planned execution, he reasoned with himself, Johann was more than excited to take over as one of the most fantastical characters in the entire series - the Cheshire.
This excitement had waxed and waned in opposing waves to his nervousness ever since he had confidently claimed the role, but right before the ball was no good time to graph negative correlations. Self-consciously adjusting his carefully placed top hat over his newly straightened and magically dyed hair, he lamented the unknown state of his hair come the end of the night. Taming it had not been an easy task considering he didn't have access to the modern wonders of electric straighteners but somehow he had managed it and he could bet at least two drinks' worth of money that it would curl right back out from humidity alone. It had taken him far, far too long to put things in order, even before he had scrounged together his outfit, ridiculously fluffy tail and all. The moment the weather took a turn for the worst was the moment they would all regret their fancy preparation, whether it be rain or the night chill, and Johann had the sudden belated thought that he could have placed a sticking charm over things to keep them from blowing off with a stray breeze.
Most of the kids entering before him didn't seem to match aesthetics at all... Was that the vague theme's fault or his own interpretation going haywire? (Stop doubting yourself, little man, you know exactly what you got yourself into the moment you found that waistcoat!!) Perhaps he should have gone with something less theatrical and more appropriate for a night of mingling and pointedly not stepping on people's dresses, but that would have been arguably less cool and Johannes had always had the flair for dramatics.
By this point, nearing one of the crowded Courtyard's entrances, it was too far late to back out now. If things didn't go well, he had his broom, his bag and half of a backup plan to improvise off of. The funny click of his cane against the floor was quickly swallowed up by the noise of (mostly) civil conversations. His little leather bag seemed so much heavier with the apparent absence of other people carrying things, the hidden invisibility cloak folded all prettily around his lonely quaffle appearing strangely illicit in the face of these empty-handed children. On the bright side, the courtyard was decorated much nicer than Johann had been expecting - to the point that, had magic the courtesy not to destroy every electronic it touched, he was sure social media's personal stories would have had a lot to show off.
Seeking to fulfil part 1/?? of his quest line, it didn't take a lot of searching for Johannes to find the tall figure of Romeo standing amongst the crowd in leather and metal armour, the muscley Italian watchtower of a man doing little to hide the peek of white rabbit ears also standing proud against such short partygoers. Though little in stature many were, the sheer number of them mingling meant that Johannes couldn't entertain the idea of sneaking through the audience - real Cheshire-like without immediately getting caught by their observant-as-hell white Niffler.
Ah hell, who was he kidding?
He wouldn't be able to sneak through anything or past anyone with such a costume. Might as well make his appearance known early. Distractedly handing out apologies (Who said they needed to be limited to English?) to the people he inevitably bumped into, it was less like parting a red sea and more like walking midway through a surprisingly deep puddle. At some point, one just had to accept the situation they got themselves into and deal with the consequences, complaining be damned. Between all of the sidling around and through the crowd, Johannes had somehow found himself by the snack table and, through the wonderful boundary power of gloves, managed to pilfer a brilliantly red apple from the bobbing barrel. Snow White couldn't have chosen any better.
Trying (and failing) to shake his hand dry as he revolved ever closer to his target conversationalists, he finally managed to break through the endless lines of population defence separating them. "Oi, Kapitäne! Captains in German." With both hands now occupied, Johannes, bright and mischievous in his grinning arrival, half-lifted his cane in a vague greeting.
"Lookin' good, you two." He parked himself near the two, obviously quite impressed with the intricate costuming. If people had coordinated while making their outfits, Johann wouldn't know, but he had tried his best to keep things as much of a surprise as possible. "I see your broom got its fairytale glow-up. How's the horsie, Herc?" The hobby horse's head looked both comedically tiny in Romeo's hands and blameless in its lightning-prone, bludger-loving entirety - In other words, it was perfect and Johann couldn't imagine any less of a knight next to their ever-appreciated White Rabbit.
"Valya. I got what you asked for." He lightly bumped shoulders with the albino and levelled a scheming look towards the oblivious crowd. "Don't ask me how, but it was decently hard to get my hands on some considering I have to play defence pitcher with them so often, y'know?" Johannes, taking a bite out of his newly acquired fruit, rolled his eyes bemusedly at the thought of a keeper having to sneak things into a place instead of forcing them out. "It's whatever, though. Good practice and all that."
Action: Entering Courtyard, Taking Bite of Apple
Mod Information
ReducioFree Actions: Being dramatic, Conversing with Romeo and Valentin
Abilities: Foulplay, Charmer, Evasive Maneuvers, Rapid Reviver, Blindvision
Stats: Sta 10 | Eva 11 | Str 10 | Wis 8 | Arc 8 | Acc 12
Broom Stats: Sta 13 | Eva 14 | Str 13 | Wis 11 | Arc 11 | Acc 15
Items: Silver Arrow carefully slung over shoulder. Invisibility Cloak and quaffle tucked within bag. Cane in right hand, wand in hidden sleeve holster (right hand).
Outfit Reference
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(@Piérre Marchonné, @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood, @Ivy Bellamy)
Last edited by Astrea Soleil Neptune on 28 Jan 2023, 09:21, edited 1 time in total.
| astrea neptune . . . hogwarts wizardry. duellist | . . . johannes sauer durmstrang institute. horntail horde. |
21 Oct 2022, 13:25
Faerietale Endings
At the table of the grand feast was encountering a fair amount of traffic. It was expected, after all, it was food and friends that most came to the ball for - but mostly food. While some would opt for pies of the sort, others would pick the healthier option, dipping their hands into a bucket of apples. But most just needed a drink - perhaps to busy their hands with a cup while they wait.
Nikolai Ryzhkov (@avery mccall) was not too hungry at moment, so he would opt for a small healthy snack, a green apple. Unbeknownst to him, like everyone else, those apples had been tapered with. Within a few moments of biting the apple, he would feel an odd sensational rush. Adrenaline? Whatever it was, it addled with his mind, Nikolai would feel confused, yet with an unrestrained drive shifting him forwards towards whatever he may do on the impulse.
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nikolai's apple [4] / Befuddlement Draught
Causes the effected to become confused, agitated and reckless.
Ingestion/Contact: Another spillable. Flavor it as immense animosity towards everything?
Causes the effected to become confused, agitated and reckless.
Ingestion/Contact: Another spillable. Flavor it as immense animosity towards everything?
A hungry @aly salinger would head straight for the platter of food, more specifically a single apple. Come on... the feast was not just limited to a piece of fruit! The Ravenclaw would sink her teeth into the pink skin. Immediately, a subtle bubbly of warmth stirred in her chest, something that would not be too much of a bother as she went on finding her date. As soon as Aly's eyes set on the Hufflepuff, a rush of infatuation would take over in an instant. She was in LOOVVEE. Not with @Aaron Jones but the beautiful, amazing, incredible @Logan Baird right next to him. As pink as the apple she took, her cheeks would flush at the sight of the beauty in the gold dress. Move out of the way Aaron Jones, he was blocking her view!
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Aly Salinger's apple [1] / Ammortentia (Logan)
Makes the drinker fall in love with the first person they see (aka Logan Baird)
Ingestion: This just brings more chaos.
Makes the drinker fall in love with the first person they see (aka Logan Baird)
Ingestion: This just brings more chaos.
One bite into the piece of fruit and @erin ryan's tastebuds would be harassed by the unmistakable earthy sweet taste of pumpkin. While not unpleasant, it was definitely not what this pixie was expecting. In a moment, grew an uncomfortable - but not unbearable sensation within her skull. Akin to a bad headache, that spread not only in her head but her face as well. While Erin might not be aware initially, those around her would: she had a pumpkin for a head.
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Erin Ryan's apple [10] / Pompion Potion
Turns the drinker's head into a pumpkin. (1d2=1 round)
Turns the drinker's head into a pumpkin. (1d2=1 round)
Like many before him, Johannes Sauer @Astrea Neptune would dip his hand into the bucket of apples. A deep red glossy apple he would take a bite into. The first swallow would bring forth a thrilling rush, a near-obnoxious spark within his mind. Perhaps someone could benefit from some insults delivered on a silver platter.
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Johannes' apple [11] / Scintillation Solution
Upon ingestion causes the drinker to sharpen their 'wit' and become prone to being sarcastic and increasing their skill in banter
Ingestion: Lear Quote; "+3 wisdom for the duration of the task." (1d3=3 rounds)
Upon ingestion causes the drinker to sharpen their 'wit' and become prone to being sarcastic and increasing their skill in banter
Ingestion: Lear Quote; "+3 wisdom for the duration of the task." (1d3=3 rounds)
Maksim Levin, you idiot. The boy would not have the fallen pie remain on the ground. Of course, dust-bitten pie filling was gross! What did he expect? But as yucky as the filling was on his hands, Maksim @monica evans did not have to ingest it for the potion to take its effect. Like Opeila, he would feel his senses abruptly heightened, his mind entering into a tunnel-like vision haze as paranoia set in followed by a rush of confusion that elicited the agitation within.
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Maksim touches Opeila's apple pie [13] / Confusion Concoction
Causes a heightened sense of paranoia in the affected person, making it difficult to tell friend from foe.
Ingestion/Contact: Drink that can be thrown on another person or drunk. Flavor it as it is; extreme paranoia, restlessness, and a desire to lash out and "defend" oneself.
Maksim touches Opeila's apple pie [13] / Confusion Concoction
Causes a heightened sense of paranoia in the affected person, making it difficult to tell friend from foe.
Ingestion/Contact: Drink that can be thrown on another person or drunk. Flavor it as it is; extreme paranoia, restlessness, and a desire to lash out and "defend" oneself.
Some ignorant person threw an apple behind them, hitting an unlucky Maggie Hawkins. At most, she would suffer a small bruise from the impact, but what she would not suffer was the effects of the potion.
@Opeila Winters was growing increasingly delusional by the second as the potion effects within her system toyed with her mind. Now with not one, but two strangers approaching her, a reckless drive within pushed her towards whatever was on the impulse.
Poor @Illusia Bobich fell for a boy's seemingly innocent offer of an apple as did snow white with the old lady. The weariness would now cloud her head heavy, it may feel as though it took all of her willpower just to stay awake. It was nearly about time...
OoC: Please let me know if your character has taken an apple that I have not reacted to. Any questions, about goblets and apples, please owl me. Goblets would be moderated this weekend. Apologies for the delay - enjoy your drinks while it lasts! Just to let you know, this is not the main moderation, which is happening on 22nd. This is a 'side mod' for apples.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
21 Oct 2022, 13:30
Faerietale Endings
Languages: Portuguese & English
Raul sipped idly at his drink, ignoring the particularly warm sensation that seemed to dance underneath his fingertips as he did so. The liquid was refreshing enough, and the taste it left was certainly pleasant. He was still loathe to criticise Hogwarts for its cooking, even if he did find that many of their dishes often lacked spice. The drink was sweet, and that was fine enough by him, some sort of juice, he supposed.
Raul stood and drank, people-watching as students from all schools and walks of life wandered into the ball. None caught his fancy in any particular way, granted, he was barely paying attention. His thoughts kept drifting back to home, and how very much he missed the jungles of Brazil. The old continent was well enough to visit, but being cooped up in a castle at the ass-end of some rain-bitten island certainly wasn’t living up to his standards.
The girl that approached him most certainly did live up to those standards, however. A dress that alluded to the tale of Little Red Riding Hood whilst still maintaining the dignity and class one would expect from a respectable function. Her face was familiar, and he supposed she must have been a classmate, albeit one he’d barely interacted with. Her use of the English language dissuaded that notion for a moment, and the boorish seeker baulked, before she swiftly rectified by returning to their native tongue.
“Oh, thank the Blessed Virgin,” Raul grinned, “Sorry, I don’t speak a lick of English. It lacks the musicality of Portuguese or the grandeur of Quechua.”
He would offer to take her hand, to kiss it, a rather overly formal gesture, but that was the way that his parents had raised him. Always act as if you were at the finest ball for the finest family. That meant respect to those who deserved it, and letting the lessers know that they were not welcome.
“And to you, your dress is marvellous, simply divine, truly,” He would respond to her compliment in kind.
“Quite an interesting event, no?” Idle conversation would flow, “Certainly some… characters who have attended, but I suppose there are those of certain… standing everywhere, no?”
He supplied an easy grin, “Although I do suppose I wish it was half as warm as back home.”
@Lucinia Thawin
Vae Victis| Speech: #5C2B2B
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21 Oct 2022, 16:56
Faerietale Endings
Location: The Courtyard
Date: Oct. 2022Outfit
"Of course. I'm so glad you like it," Rani said to Beatrice, as she reached out and gently tightened the bracelet around Beatrice wrist. Beatrice noticed that Rani's hands were shaking slightly. She smiled at the girl in front of her, barely noticing what was going on around her.
Shall I ask her to dance? Would that be weird? Beatrice's heart felt like it was beating in her throat.
»So should we-« her words were cut of as someone pushed her rather hardly. She stumbled over her long dress, already dreading what was going to happen next. She was going to hit the floor.
Surprisingly someone's arm scooped her up before she could hit the floor. Beatrice didn't have the time to process what had just happened because the boy that catched her, already started talking to her.
"You okay? I mean, don't just... Fucking stand there if someone is mowing people down--" Beatrice frowned at the rude interaction but didn't get a chance to say anything. The boy started talking to the other one in a foreign language. His words sounded angry. Beatrice hadn't noticed that those two didn't belong in Hogwarts but now that she took a closer look at them, she realized they were from another school. Maybe Durmstrang?
»Excuse me! I don't mean to interrupt your lovely conversation but you are both incredibly rude! You can't walk around pushing people for no reason and you-« she pointed at the boy who catched her, »-did not have to catch me. I didn't ask you to do that, also if you are going to catch someone then don't blame them for their fall right after.« Her words didn't sound nice at all, she sounded rude. »Don't be an entitled prick and go around like you're a king, you could have asked kindly if I could move or just walk around me.« Her last words were directed at the other one. When Beatrice was finished with her words she was mad, but she didn't let that show, or at least she tried to not show it. Rani was still with her and she wasn't going to do that to the poor girl beside her.ReducioPartner:@Rani Adler
Interacting with:
@Rani Adler
@Flash Holmwood as Yefim Rumyantsev
@Winnie Harper as Felix Kolbeck
Action:Talking to Rani, getting pushed by Yefim Rumyantsev, caught before hitting the ground by Felix Kolbeck, defending herself.
Inventory:Wand, a few other things in her dress pockets (like gum and lip balm)Words: ♡
Thoughts: ♡
-Remind me once again just who I am because I need to know-
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