21 Mar 2025, 17:55
No One Mourns The Wicked
outfit: bro is a highlighter. His shirt and tennis shoes are neon yellow. His shorts are neon green.
Prior Great Hall- at the Forbidden Forest (its own wc: 107)
He ran towards the Forbidden Forest, craving the darkness inside. He felt almost as if he were like one of those greedy power-hungry people who will do whatever they need to do just to obtain the power. But when he reached the edge of the forbidden forest, not too far away from the greenhouses, he saw a small cluster of mushrooms that oozed what looked like blood. Oh gosh. Clark remembered this, and admittedly, he wanted to taste it again. He tore a handful off of the ground and brought it close to his chest to try and protect it as he ran back to the castle.
In The Great Hall (Present)
He ran into the great hall, his hands still covering the gooey shrooms as he began to lick his lips. Sweat poured down his face, dripping at a steady pace. He had run quite a little distance. The diminutive goblin ran under the table draped in red and tried to hide as he brought the shrooms closer to his nose for an even better and vivid smell. Clark himself thought it smelled like heaven, like no one could top it; not even the almighty himself.
He brought the bloody mushroom closer and closer to his lips, hoping that what happened last time was only a matter of someone spiking his food with a ridiculous amount of laxative. Someone must’ve fooled around with the miralax.
The goblin grinned as he ate half the mushroom with one bite but he was beginning to feel a bit.. woozy. A bit sick. He also felt his stomach rumbling.
Good god. Not again. He didn’t want to have to scamper into the hufflepuff common room again in humiliation!
But no, surely it wasn’t the mushroom. Someone had it out for him. Someone poisoned this delicious mushroom that he had freshly harvested not too long prior.
He shoved the other half into his mouth and forced himself to chew the shroom. He was beginning to taste blood, and honestly, while it wasn’t good and he didn’t want it, he had to say that it was a mushroom! What goblin would resist a mushroom! If he were to do it, he might as well figure out where vampires are and give them a shroom.
rping with: @Siobhan McCarty
mentioning: @Solomon Lear for the idea :meowblush:
Ic date: march 21st 2025
Prior Great Hall- at the Forbidden Forest (its own wc: 107)
He ran towards the Forbidden Forest, craving the darkness inside. He felt almost as if he were like one of those greedy power-hungry people who will do whatever they need to do just to obtain the power. But when he reached the edge of the forbidden forest, not too far away from the greenhouses, he saw a small cluster of mushrooms that oozed what looked like blood. Oh gosh. Clark remembered this, and admittedly, he wanted to taste it again. He tore a handful off of the ground and brought it close to his chest to try and protect it as he ran back to the castle.
In The Great Hall (Present)
He ran into the great hall, his hands still covering the gooey shrooms as he began to lick his lips. Sweat poured down his face, dripping at a steady pace. He had run quite a little distance. The diminutive goblin ran under the table draped in red and tried to hide as he brought the shrooms closer to his nose for an even better and vivid smell. Clark himself thought it smelled like heaven, like no one could top it; not even the almighty himself.
He brought the bloody mushroom closer and closer to his lips, hoping that what happened last time was only a matter of someone spiking his food with a ridiculous amount of laxative. Someone must’ve fooled around with the miralax.
The goblin grinned as he ate half the mushroom with one bite but he was beginning to feel a bit.. woozy. A bit sick. He also felt his stomach rumbling.
Good god. Not again. He didn’t want to have to scamper into the hufflepuff common room again in humiliation!
But no, surely it wasn’t the mushroom. Someone had it out for him. Someone poisoned this delicious mushroom that he had freshly harvested not too long prior.
He shoved the other half into his mouth and forced himself to chew the shroom. He was beginning to taste blood, and honestly, while it wasn’t good and he didn’t want it, he had to say that it was a mushroom! What goblin would resist a mushroom! If he were to do it, he might as well figure out where vampires are and give them a shroom.
rping with: @Siobhan McCarty
mentioning: @Solomon Lear for the idea :meowblush:
Ic date: march 21st 2025
| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |
4 Apr 2025, 21:46
No One Mourns The Wicked
Date: March 21st, 2025
Interacting/Mentioning: @Clark BairdSpeaking: #ef98aa
Translations:
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ "I am only brave when I need to be ,being brave doesn't mean I go looking for trouble"⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆Siobhan hadn't expected the day to turn out as eventfully as it had when she 'd woken up that morning. In fact, the day had started off so wonderfully she would have dared to say it was going to be the most peaceful of days that she'd had since starting at Hogwarts. The sun had woken her up so kindly, and Toaster had managed to learn to feed himself by catching a lizard which was gross to discard of but saved her the trouble of having to feed him bacon from the table without anyone watching. Toaster had learned that if he followed her to meals- he would surely get fed which was happened to be his favorite past time.
When she had sat down at the Gryffindor table, she had expected it to only be full of mildly loud people who were greating their friends and classmates for the day. What she was not expecting was to watch a mess of highlighter dive under the table with a loud thump and land at her feet and the sound of snorting coming from where it was hiding. Both she and her cat gave each other a look before she peered underneath and dropped her jaw as she watched something vaguely resembling blood ooze from the mouth of the boy... thing.
"Urgh! Hey spit those out! Those are poisonous!" Siobhan shouted at him as she stood up and pulled the bench away from the table to get at him and help him remove the mushrooms from his mouth.
And by help him she meant disparingly stick her fingers in his mouth to get them out just as she would when her little sister Kaitlyn would get into her mushroom garden. The boy was oozing blood from his mouth and Siobhan was forced to get a napkin from the table to wipe it away before she endangered herself by exposing herself to his blood. Forcibly turning the boy's body to the side, she gave his upper back a sharp smack from her hand trying to force him to spit the thing out before she had to forcibly remove it. She knew werewolves existed and she was not planning on being cursed by one thank you very much.
"Come on! Spit it out! What are you an idiot?!" She snapped at him as Toaster, bless his heart, tried to help by knocking the water pitcher over and causing the ice cold water to spill onto the boy. She gave his back a hard thump one more time hoping that this time he would just spit the darn things out and you know-
NOT PASS OUT.OOC Note: Hits given are supposed to resemble what you would give someone who is choking on food.
sta 6 | eva 8| str 7| STATS | wis 7 | arc 5 | acc 7|
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream- Sleeping Beauty
14 Apr 2025, 21:35
No One Mourns The Wicked
The goblin had the lovely blood mushrooms stuffed in his mouth, but gosh, the bloody slapping of his back? Siobhan could probably ease up on it. Then the fact she shoved her hand into his mouth to forcefully make him spit out the super edible food? Really?! Clark stared at her angrily, his brows inclined deeper than he intended to. Of course, this was with the whole moment of moving Clark and hitting him and trying to dislodge the 'shrooms from his mouth, the obvious stuff that would tick off any normal person.
He gagged and coughed, intentionally trying to splatter his internal liquids (saliva) on her arm with an attempt to say what he was about to say. "I'm sick! Don't you know better than to jam your arm down someone's throat? I'm eating something that's super healthy for me!"
He gave the cat a sharp look. "Don't think that by spilling water on me that you're helping." He stared at Siobhan. "Count your days puny girl." He said, his voice rough and jagged.
"Hi." He said, sliding on a facade, his face bright. "My name is @Logan Baird." He grinned, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. "I sleep in the Badger Bungalow. I'm a sixth year, I don't know if you can tell, I'm simply just that great." He said, now dropping the act, the smiles returning to a frown, his brows angling at a slope pointing to the corners of the eyes where the nose rests in between. "Oh dearie. As said.. count."
He stood up, shoving her back. "Your days."
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@Siobhan McCarty
He gagged and coughed, intentionally trying to splatter his internal liquids (saliva) on her arm with an attempt to say what he was about to say. "I'm sick! Don't you know better than to jam your arm down someone's throat? I'm eating something that's super healthy for me!"
He gave the cat a sharp look. "Don't think that by spilling water on me that you're helping." He stared at Siobhan. "Count your days puny girl." He said, his voice rough and jagged.
"Hi." He said, sliding on a facade, his face bright. "My name is @Logan Baird." He grinned, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. "I sleep in the Badger Bungalow. I'm a sixth year, I don't know if you can tell, I'm simply just that great." He said, now dropping the act, the smiles returning to a frown, his brows angling at a slope pointing to the corners of the eyes where the nose rests in between. "Oh dearie. As said.. count."
He stood up, shoving her back. "Your days."
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@Siobhan McCarty
| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |
21 May 2025, 03:40
No One Mourns The Wicked
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Date: 04/11/25 | Time: Late Evening | CC:#A94064
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"That's a fine way to say thank you." Siobhan said as she stood up. Was he so dumb that he didn't know how to differentiate between edible and poisonous mushrooms? The answer was yes apparently.
She sniffed slightly as she noticed that he clearly was lying to her about his name, and school year. And then the audacity to tell her to count her days as though it was a punishment for saving her. Whatever. Next time he could choke on the darned things.
No- She couldn't let him or anyone do that really. It just wasn't in her nature to be so unkind to another human. But she could tell that he didn't really want her help. Still she couldn't just tell him to do whatever but she wasn't exactly sure how to explain that nicely.
So she apologized first.
"Look I'm sorry. But these mushrooms are poisonous. You could really hurt yourself." Siobhan said as she picked up a hissing Toaster from the bench. "And Toaster is sorry he knocked water on you. He was being a silly cat."
She could feel the judgemental stare that Toaster was giving her as he stilled in her arms and asked her almost as if telepathically of 'how dare she throw him under the bus?'
Siobhan offered to help the boy get up but she wasn't sure if he wanted to accept her hand of peace. She didn't want to be on the bad side of anyone and if he was really mad at her, he might report her to the professors. And then she would have detention all because she stopped him from potentially choking on the dangerous mushrooms.
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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Clark Baird | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @ |
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sta 6 | eva 8| str 7| STATS | wis 7 | arc 5 | acc 7|
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream- Sleeping Beauty
21 May 2025, 14:54
No One Mourns The Wicked
banner by oonagh
Date: 21 March 2025
Time: Evening
Location: Great Hall
· · ─────── · 𖢨 · ─────── · ·Although the Great Hall was one of Koko's allotted areas to patrol, she often ignored any wrongdoing that occurred. This was mostly because she rather enjoyed eating her meals in peace and quiet. She only tended to care what others were doing if it directly impacted her — such as, for example, the food fight last spring, or, now, when a commotion started at one of the tables.
At first, Koko just assumed it was another group of idiotic second or third years seeing who could eat the most food. That sort of thing happened sometimes and was not to be cared about. But as she bit into a stalk of asparagus, she heard some more whispering about mushrooms and then finally looked up when someone mentioned something about someone's hand in someone's mouth. Koko sighed and set her fork down on her plate and glanced over to where everyone else was looking, and her knife hit the table with a dull clang. She blinked, certain she was seeing something, because as odd as Clark Baird was, she really couldn't imagine that he would like having someone's arm down his throat.
She quickly left her seat and headed towards the table. As a prefect, perhaps she needed to enforce safety, and perhaps choking on a human arm was one of the least safe things one could do at this school. Or putting your arm in someone's mouth. Putting your arm in Clark fucking Baird's mouth. What was the girl thinking!? The idiot child was probably diseased. The things Koko had heard about him... the thing she had witnessed did not suggest the kid had a good head on his shoulders.
Once she had made it to the table, she gave the children a long, disdainful once-over before narrowing her disgusted eyes on Clark. Whatever was spilling out of his mouth had to be the product of some horrible, half-conceived adventure of his. She wondered if any of the others in their little coven were involved. She glanced at the girl, making a point to avoid looking at the mess that was her arm, and opened her mouth once, but she closed it quickly because no words would come out at first. Finally, she said, very flatly, 'Why?'
Without waiting for a response from the girl, Koko raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. 'What the actual fuck, Clark?'· · ─────── · 𖢨 · ─────── · ·
@Clark Baird · @Siobhan McCarty
[pc] koko riddle · 'pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.'
'it always starts and ends with birds.' · cyrus darsel [inpc]
12 Jun 2025, 20:38
No One Mourns The Wicked
@Siobhan McCarty @Koko RiddleClark’s angry expression did not change. He grunted, more angry at the fact he was wet. “You are not sorry.” He wanted to hit back, so badly. Wanted to hurt, but he held back. ‘Clark, remember to take a deep breath.’ He inhaled slowly but loudly. ‘Now, exhale slowly.’ Clark did the opposite of what his head was telling him to do, exhaling his bad breath in Siobhan’s direction. A rotten smell of onions and garlics, along with blood shrooms.. wasn’t a nice smell.
He looked at Koko, snarling. “NEVER YOU MIND WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG!” He groaned. The goblin stomped his foot on the ground, hoping HE made the point. The point that the others should leave him alone and let him eat something so god-forsakenly delicious.
He leaned towards Toaster and growled. “GRRRR. GRRROAR.” He sounded like, and looked like, an idiot. He was not making it better for himself. “If any of you jam your arms down my throat again one more fucking time, I am going to bite your arms!” Clark was not going to apologize.
No, at least not yet. “Let me eat my mushroom in peace. I don’t want to be disturbed by people who want to..” He coughed as if to clear his throat. ‘AhEM’. “save me.”
| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |