Secret Blossom Ball Event Finished

Mentions: @Opeila Seilun, @Rafael D’Spacito, @Flash Holmwood and @Willow Anderson

Hesitation in Opeila's reply – of course not. Oh well, some girls like bad boys. She was not one of them. He was pretty good with people, even if he was playing the role of a villain right now, he had his reasons. He was keeping the girl scared, he knew that playing along and playing coy would have gotten him further than insinuating some sort of threat but he needed something from her that only fear could provide -- desperation.

Of course things were falling apart, perhaps for both of them. Rafael D’Spacito had lunged at him, his face met gloved knuckles. Marion had cast a spell when she really should not have. It sounded like a bit of bluster – let me take care of this. Let me have this. Have what? Some hot-headed first year that is spouting idiocy from his mouth because he thinks he knows something. There was nothing to have, or was there?

“You don’t know anything,” Vladimir replied through gritted teeth as his fist met the boy’s face. Vladimir did not look the part of a brawler. In truth he was not one for physical altercations such as this, but he was capable. “You’re going to get yourself killed,” was that a threat or was that a warning? "But I don't much care."

Rafael struggled to stand. His hand clasped on Vladimir’s shoulder; Rafael expelled the contents of his stomach onto Vlad's jacket. It felt like lukewarm, chunky soup had been poured down the front of him. He could feel the moisture through his jacket as it tried to cling to his skin. Jealousy became the young Quidditch star as he gave the Ravenclaw a smug ass smirk. The sort Vladimir would have the utmost pleasure in wiping away.

"You know… slug is a nice look on y-“

Too late to ask for a date. Besides, he had… well, a whole bunch of girls. Sadly he probably did not even know their names. Rafael was quickly gaining the reputation of a cad and thus far he has earned it. “Retching slugs has improved your wit,” no not really.

“You. That all you g-got, now? One lousy p – ”

His leg stretched back to where his bag once was, caressing the blades of grass with the toe of his boot. His blood ran cold when he felt nothing. When he realized it was not there. He took a stumbling step back and reached blindly with his hand. It was gone. It was fucking gone!

Rafael crashed his head into Vladimir’s. Weak jaw. Hard head. Vladimir would briefly see stars in the sudden darkness that overtook the Quidditch Pitch. The darkness was perilous, something Vladimir well-knew.

His date, the traitorous witch would grab the sleeve of his coat. He was a lot of things, but a killer was not always one of them. Well, that is what he liked to tell himself. He was going to have to kill someone tonight, it just was not Opeila. “Dammit!” He roared into the dark.

Vic would not listen to Vladimir's instruction, he never did. He was doing to get himself killed playing the white knight once again.

"What was in your bag?! Is it- What happened?!"

Opeila was playing stupid. He was just being randomly gawked at. She was not acting incredibly suspicious, declining even the most mundane of gifts. “You tell me,” he griped. He was no longer calm, cool and collected. He was angry. It was not the sort of indignance one would feel realizing that they were being led on, he knew that he was being led about and he could care less. He knew better than to trust anyone. Than to even trust his allies. Ultimately, they would fail him as well.

"Damn it, find that bag!"

“HEY!”

Attention was not solely on Rafael any longer. This had to be rectified. Reduced to a dog that had run off his leash, he wondered if or when his date would pull on the mongrel's tether.

“EYES ON ME, YEAH! I’M THE PROBLEM HERE!”

The boy was barely standing. A pair of girls – Astrea Soleil Neptune and Anastasia Beckett would try to flippendo the Ravenclaw. They would fail.

A periculum from an unknown source (Evelynn Decipio) illuminated their skirmish further, however it was the lumos that would change everything.

"Lumos!"

The girl on his arm would cry. His jaw would tighten and his heart would hasten. The light was enough to grant limited sight, the sod underfoot and the shadows that scurried about the perimeter. He did not have the opportunity to even think about the buzzing, the encroaching threat of an unknown.

Her ill-considered wand lighting charm would reveal the thief. The girl that Rafael was getting his face bashed in to protect. Bingo. Vladimir would give Rafael a smirk. The bag was right near them, being gripped by Rafael’s girl – Willow Anderson. She was weak and would not get very far. Light bathed her. It, well they were found. A relief washed over him but his expression did not betray that. Another boy he did not know (Flash Holmwood). Standing between Vladimir and the bag, the Ravenclaw clicked his tongue.

"Her?" He scoffed. "Could have at least tried a bit harder," he was referring to this motley crew and the weakness.

Action: Vladimir attempts to kick Willow Anderson.

Stats:
Human 50 total stat points
STA 10 • EVA 10 • STR 10 • WIS 5 • ARC 5 • ACC 10
Abilities: Not telling yet.

Interacting with @Flash Holmwood
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The darkness seemed to suffocate Willow. She was waiting for it to lash out, to hurt her. Her voice had stopped yelling out for Flash. She was fully curled up, eyes tightly closed, arms wound around her body to protect her vital organs. Her right hand was white knuckled around her wand. She was just waiting. There were shouts around her, the buzzing was growing stronger. Everything was fuzzy. No one's single voice could be singled out. She flinched when she felt something touch her and pull her up, expecting it to be the darkness coming to curse her. But she was pulled into a familiar and warm embrace instead. Flash. She buried her head into his chest, she was safe at least for now.

When he pulled back to look at her she finally opened her eyes. His face only read concern, and she felt slightly bad for making him worry so much when she wasn't actually hurt yet. "It just... the dark. I thought it was going... to attack again." She stuttered through her explanation but realized there wasn't exactly time for the full story. As she continued to take in her surroundings she noticed that there was light again, coming from the wands of those around her and a couple of fires that had already been set. There always had to be fire. The voices were starting to become clear again but the buzzing didn't go away.

As she fully pulled away, taking Flash's left hand tight in hers so they wouldn't get separated again her eyes fell upon the large bug that had descended upon them. To her it looked like a bumblebee that had eaten too much and gotten some intense stingers. It killed her to do what she was going to attempt to do, but they were obviously in danger. She had to get out of the fear, she had to stop wallowing in it. Quickly to Flash, "Protect the bag." Turning her attention back to the mosp in front of her she gripped her wand and recalled all of the power she could find within her as she cast the fire-making spell. "Incendio!"

Action || Casting Incendio at Mosp #5

Opeila was even more convinced that this bag had to 1. be found quickly and 2. be hidden from Vladimir, when she saw him drop his act. When the brunette asked him what was in his back, he griped at her that she should tell him. Very well. Opeila had been ready to drop the act for the last hour. "You can stop playing games with me now. What is in that bag?" Opeila sounded just as angry, but one might be able to hear the panic behind it. She didn't have a hand in stealing the bag. Now she felt stupid for thinking that she was the only one with plans. Not to mention that her plan seemed to have failed before it could even start.

Opeila felt the urge to duck, hide somewhere, when spells shot through the air, seemingly targetting her date, who she was standing right next to. Instead she forced herself to stay calm and successfully illuminated her wand.
When she saw the giant bug in the air, the girl went pale. Why, why just did it always have to be insects or insect-like creatures? She did not dare to shoot a spell at the mosp, too scared that the light would disappear. Then she saw Willow, curled up on the floor. Opeila remembered when she was in that state herself, paralyzed by... alright, maybe not that direct fear. The Slytherin wished she could be there for Willow like the Hufflepuff had been there for her back then, but all she could do, was try to hold her date back, who had now found Willow, Flash and his bag as well.

When Flash looked at Opeila, seemingly unsure what to do with the bag, she nodded. Get that bag and get it away...
Willow seemed to catch herself and then shot a fire making spell at the mosp. If she succeeded, Opeila would quickly make sure, that Vladimir was between herself and the burning threat.

Mentioning @Vladimir Athanatos @Willow Anderson @Flash Holmwood

Action: Nodding at Flash, giving him the sign to get the bag.
Holding Vladimir's sleeve.

When Selim heard his companion's words, an actual frown pulled down the edges of his mouth, disapproval radiating from his shadow-hidden form. Letting out a small 'Tch', of mild irritation, he grabbed one of his throwing knives, hand touching Lestrange's shoulder and trailing swiftly, but carefully down his side, slipping the blade into his suit's pocket, hilt face up.

Leaning close for a brief moment, he whispered in the boy's ear, "Use it wisely, and try not to wreak it." He wasn't sure if the boy would notice what exactly he gave him, as it was rather dark, and found that he didn't really care. It's not like the knife was well-concealed. He just hoped his companion would know where to point the sharp end... and not accidentally impale himself.

Then he stepped back, frown still on his pale face, and spoke curtly. "You better not dawdle long, Lestrange, missions should come before your personal pride. I'd suggest a tactical retreat so we can get on with it but I doubt you'll listen to me." Narrowing his amber eyes, he scanned his surroundings, "You better not get yourself incapacitated."

With that, he turned, looking for his target, eyes briefly drawn to the pointless fight between Vladimir Athanatos and some other students he couldn't be bothered to keep track of. Grease stain boy had been punched again, but he retaliated with a headbutt... honestly, that boy was just asking to be put down at this rate.

He ignored Jack's presence, despite knowing that the foolish redhead would probably throw away all sense of self-preservation to avoid this mindless conflict. Sometimes he thinks the fox's intelligence is selective... or was it his common sense that was selective?

Well, he knew that his idiocy sometimes rose up at the worst of times, this was probably one of those times. If the redhead was thinking logically and without pointless emotions, he'd probably retreat somewhere to gather his bearings. Better yet, he might even escape the pitch entirely and grab a professor.

But Selim knew better. Jack still had emotions clouding his sense, so he'd stay, and try to keep his fake girlfriend from fighting, then probably frantically run around trying to gather up his 'possessions' and keep them from the chaos permeating the pitch.

Whatever, he couldn't focus on such mundane thoughts right now, he had a mission to complete.

While searching his surroundings he noticed that the bag was no longer with the leather-clad upperclassmen. Along with this, a new threat had appeared; massive bugs with stingers. They seemed drawn to a vase of roses largely, but some had attempted to attack students.

He couldn't care less, but he stored the information away for later, they were potentially hostile. Perhaps he'd be able to catch one for future dissection later, and he'd search for what they were exactly as well, but right now the mission came first.

Finally, he caught sight of what he was looking for.

There, by the bag, was a girl he had met recently. She was surrounded by the light of others, allowing him to lock onto his target. Briefly, his attention was drawn to the roses, which had caught fire... along with the roses, Cannon Fodder also caught fire. A pity for him, perhaps he should've gone for a more subtle outfit color.

No matter, he now knew where his target was.

So with his goal in sight, he slunk forward, weaving around tables and frantic students with careful precision, and stepped into the faint second-hand light of the chaos around him. As he drew close to the girl and some other boy he vaguely recognized, he stood up straight, in view of the two, arriving just in time to hear the blond girl shout to 'protect the bag', before sending a spell at one of the insects as it headed towards her with aggression.

Selim avoided the fight, it was not of his concern, and circled around behind her, keeping an eye on the wasp-like creature. The boy was there, he was larger then Selim, but he didn't much care about the height difference, seeing as how he fought people taller than the boy.

Eying the peer, he spoke in a level tone. "I'm here on a mission that won't negatively impact either of you, so I request that you stay out of my way." His tone was cold, clinical, and after he spoke it he walked forwards and tried to kneel beside the bag, posture non-threatening, but tense. If he accomplished that, he'd open it (If it was necessary) and look at its contents.

If the boy blocked his path, then he'd stay where he was. It would just waste time if he fought the other boy, and he preferred to solve things diplomatically, but swiftly. He had a mission to complete, and if he didn't have to fight his fellow students to do so, then he wouldn't... unlike Lestrange, he kept things professional.

[Permission to Give knife to Lestrange by Lestrange himself. (Uncertain Godmod)]

Mentions: @Vladimir Athanatos, @Victor Moore (Cannon Fodder), @Rafael D'Spacito (Grease Stain Boy), @Jack Burnett, @Erin Ryan, @Willow Anderson

Interactions: @Thomas Lestrange & @Flash Holmwood

Actions: Giving Thomas a Throwing Knife(?), Opening Vlad's Bag (If not Stopped)

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Stamina: 4
Evasion: 9
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 7
ArcPower: 3
Accuracy: 9

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Abilities:

Martial Artist

Whirling around at the sound of a familiar voice, Lark noticed Gris behind her. A sigh of relief parted her lips as the older girl’s hand made contact with Lark’s shoulder giving her another small form of comfort. ’Not a crazy half-giant…’ Or worse… a shiver ran up the young Ravenclaw’s spine.

"T-Thanks. I’m glad you two are ahl’right." Lark offered the pair a small smile. Surely now in a larger group the four of them would be better off. Especially with the sudden darkness that had overtaken the pitch. People were still yelling back and forth to one another, nothing Lark could make out let alone see any faces to pinpoint if she knew them or not. This only served to stir even more anxiety bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Thankfully a number of her peers had also begun to utilize the lighting charm, little bubbles of light breaking up the dark void.

A handful of screams and shouts echoed through Lark’s thoughts as she peered around the pitch. The buzzing was even louder now...whatever it was had to be just about on top of the unsuspecting students. Not too far off it sounded like more spells being yelled out and scuffling of some kind further on the dance floor. ”We have ta do something…” Turning to glance at each of her friends, Lark looked past them at various lights bobbing their way towards the exit. She didn’t want this to be like the ball… people trapped and nothing she could do to help. There had to be something they all could do… escort people out...something. With Gris and Alan using Lumos she wanted to make sure to keep her wand handy, just in case. ”The exit! Maybe we can get others out… pass them off in that direction so they have a better chance of escaping?” She wasn’t sure if she was yelling or not. The buzzing in her ears was so loud. ”Or.. the candles. Maybe-“ There was no time for her to finish her sentence as he source of the noise revealed itself, whizzing past the group. Mosps?? How… Lark had only seen images of them from her Father’s studies with creatures. Following the direction of the mosp (12-one after Ana), she heard a girl’s voice yelling out towards it. Were they really trying to taunt it? Lark wasn’t sure on what sort of aggressive nature these had but that seemed like a bad idea. ”Mosps… they’re mosps.” Lark murmured to her friends, unsure if they had noticed it or known what they were. Her golden eyes seemed to darken as she glanced at AJ. Reaching for his hand she gave a small squeeze. ”Some date hu-“ A blood curdling scream pierced the air. Snapping her head around in the direction of the commotion behind them on the other side of the tables, it looked like someone Ana.B was on fire… no. Lark’s fingers slid from her friend’s as she stared in disbelief. She had to be seeing things. This was not happening. Not again.

Without a second thought, Lark broke away from the group at a run. One hand held out to push away at a chair in her way as she squeezed between a pair of tables, the other firmly grasping her wand. Another girl was behind the one set ablaze, Astrea coming from the other direction as Lark stood a foot from the burning girl. Never had she thought she would be using this spell in this way… with the proper wave of her wand thrust at the girl and whatever burning object was with her a sobering realization of what it could mean if she did not properly cast this in time washed over be. Lark precisely called out the incantation Professor MacTavish had taught them in class for the Extinguishing spell at Ana, putting everything she had swelling inside of her behind the spell. ”Extinguo!”

Actions Casting Extinguo at Ana Beckett / Vase area

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Thank goodness Lydia was good with spells. The light from her wand was extremely helpful in Aaron's investigation of the bubble with the candle, but it was his own eyes that were playing tricks on him. Nothing about the candle seemed off or indicative of the problem. "I just don't understand why they went out like that," he said, turning his eyes back on his friend. He had really been hoping to find the problem and be able to fix it so everyone could go back to enjoying the ball! It had been going so well - aside from Lydia's distress regarding Rafael, and the fight the Gryffindor Captain had started.

As Aaron straightened back up to his full five-foot height, he glanced around the rest of the pitch and saw several other sources of light. It seemed people all around them had been resourceful and were lighting their wands. Wait - had the buzzing gotten louder? This time he was able to deduce the source and he looked up above in time to see two massive sparks light up the sky, showing off a mass of flying things. It seemed that people had been spooked by the lights going out, but their preemptive launch of flares had allowed light to illuminate an incoming threat. Aaron felt his heart pounding as the shapes descended. What the heck was happening?

"Lyd, should we alert the professors?" Aaron asked, his voice hinting at panic as he took in the scene around them. At this point, getting into trouble didn't matter. There was no way a bunch of first years could handle whatever the heck these things were. They were descending on his classmates quickly, and he wasn't sure how well they would react. Before he had a chance to move, his blue-haired friend touched his shoulder and directed his attention upward again. One of those things was headed straight for them.

As it approached, Aaron was able to get a good look at it. It was ugly. An enormous insectoid of some kind, with two HUGE stingers. The sight of its natural weapons made the black-haired wizard cringe slightly.

Lydia's scream launched him into action, though, and he jumped in front of her to (hopefully) get the first hit in. The light of Lydia's wand went out as she moved to attack as well, and he was left in mostly darkness. Nevertheless, his instincts kicked in as he calculated where the bulbous insect was. His instincts were physical, not magical, because he had more strength than spell casting ability (he honestly sucked at spells). Aaron launched into the air with a twist when he saw its shadow grow near, his foot going higher than the rest of his body.

Successful or not in his hook kick, the twelve-year-old would direct his next words at his blue-haired friend, "Lydia, the flares! We have to light them!" Their contingency plan behind the stage - clearly it was needed now. He felt like the two students' flares from moments ago might not have been enough, so he would distract the beast long enough for Lydia to go light the flares they had set up for emergency. In the meantime, hopefully the other attendees would launch into the air and escape back to the castle with the brooms. It was the best scenario at this point.

Action: Attempting to hook kick Mosp 9 | Ability: Martial Artist

Mentioning @Jack Burnett @Thomas Lestrange @Erin Ryan @Selim Faust

Ruka would have cheered had there not been this many people panicking all around him.

Just like he was hopeful it would, his make shift torch caught on fire the second he had cast his Incendio on it - He'd practiced it a million times, and yet a grin split his face at the sight of the powerful spell, casting a good radius of light all around him.

Standing up from where he'd been kneeling on the ground to cast his spell, he lifted his torch up to twirl it once around above his head like he was preparing for a performance. Out of everything that had been happening at this ball so far, he had to admit that this was the moment that made him feel the most alive. The expression on his face said that he really couldn't have hoped for a better outcome than this; The thrill of the moment made the adrenaline pump through him wildly, keeping him wide eyed and alert.

For a moment he just stayed there, with his torch lifted up in the air, three more unlit make shift torches by his feet, and his gaze drifting across the crowd as far as he could see. People were casting Lumos all around him, which seemed like a dumb idea, considering they were rendering their wands practically useless in case there was something approaching that would require them to cast a spell. Ruka's own wand, however, still rested snuggly in his hand, ready to be used at a moment's notice should he have to.

With that knowledge in mind, Ruka bent down to tuck the rest of his sticks safely under his arm, just as he heard a foreign voice call out to him.

Was it calling out to him?

Fireboy, that had to be him, right? As far as he could tell, for the moment, he was the only one who had had the mind to make his source of light out of fire, so who else would the stranger's voice be talking to?

Narrowing his eyes in the direction the voice came from, Ruka safely made his way past tables and further towards the entrance of the stadium. Once he had managed what he assumed to be about half the way to his goal, the voice called out again, asking for more of where that came from, and Ruka found himself momentarily excited about the fact that at least someone seemed to have the brains to be asking for more fire rather than casting Lumos like everyone else was doing.

Skipping towards the source of the voice like he was having the time of his life, Ruka was about to tuck his wand back into his pocket for a moment to light up a second torch when he came close enough to the group of people he assumed contained the person who had called out to him. His eyes latched onto familiar faces first; Selim, right there by the boy he had stuck around all night, but only for a moment before he seemed to be taking off in a different direction, a goal in mind that would remain a mystery to Ruka as the Fire Dancer's gaze caught onto another familiar face.

Feeling like any remaining weight on his shoulders had dropped at the sight of the person he'd been wondering about for a while now, Ruka's face lit up with a smile, but only for a moment as he watched Jack getting himself between Funeral Boy and a girl with purple hair he thought to have recognised from briefly seeing her at the Valentine's Party, but he couldn't have been too sure about that considering he had been quite close to passing out back then.

Terror crossed Ruka's face as he watched things happening in slow motion; The two people on either side of Jack were clearly gearing up for a physical fight, both of their stances betraying an attack, and right there, in the middle of it, the one person Ruka actually cared about keeping safe throughout what was going on at this ball.

He could hear loud buzzing, people screaming, shouting spells, the smell of burning flesh wafting through the air for a moment, but none of it seemed to matter as he dropped the torches under his arm and lifted his wand in the direction of the fight. His mind registered the fact that Jack was already pointing his own wand at the boy who had had a drink thrown at him not too long ago, but that also meant he had his back turned to the second party involved, and whether Jack just trusted the girl enough not to hurt him, she was getting ready to attack someone in the dark, almost blindly, and who was to say she'd even realise that it was Jack who had gotten himself into the line of attack?

No, Ruka was unwilling to risk that scenario without at least doing something, so the tip of his wand found the girl in a split second. He had already failed to keep one person out of harm's way tonight, but it wasn't going to stop him from trying again. "Immobulus," he cried out for the second time that night, right hand clutching his wand just as tightly as his left hand was clutching his lit torch.

His biggest hope was just that his spell wouldn't miss and hit the wrong target instead.

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Stats
Stamina: 7 ~ Evasion: 8 ~ Strength: 4 ~ Wisdom: 8 ~ Arcane Power: 6 ~ Accuracy: 7

Abilities
The Muggle Condition

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Attempting to cast Immobulus on Erin

The moment the lights went out Maria knew trouble was coming. The party was already in full swing before this, the orchestra playing, people dancing, eating and there were also several people fighting. Something about a returning student, and a fight about flowers, with spells and angry word being thrown around. It was as if there was a cosmic force that decided to shake things up even more when people least expected it.

Next came the buzzing. Maria had to look at everyone’s reactions to make sure that she just wasn’t hearing things. She was sure people heard it too, looking around also searching for the source. Several other students had taken their wands out and casted Lumos, allowing some sort of sight against the darkness of the new moon.

And then like Dementors at an amusement park, a swarm of large insect-looking creatures came down upon the pitch, about two feet tall, the faint lights from the students’s wands giving them an almost clear picture of the things. They looked odd, their insect body something Maria had never seen before, but at could be best described as looking like a wasp’s. Their wings however, looked like moth wings. They looked ripped and tattered, just adding to their menacing look.

Eventually these “mosp” things started heading towards party-goers, or just taking up random spaces. Several people started shouting spells, and running away, others throwing things or grabbing things to hit them. Maria quickly analyzed her own position. Everyone had started panicking and she was too. It all happened so fast and there was so much chaos around her to make her head spin. Suddenly, she felt the Yoohoo she had drank threatening to come back for a second act but wrestled the feeling down. She tried to make a run for the entrance, adrenaline pumping with a need to get to safety. However, her plans were foiled as a mosp had taken its place near the table there, rummaging around some flowers. She had to think fast. It hadn’t noticed her yet but who’s to say the bouquet would keep it occupied?

While she had no doubt in her batting and throwing skills, that might just make them mad.The young girl didn’t think it was best to point spells at the mosps either, because that would mean hitting something or someone else if she missed. No, there had to be a better way. She heard some people cast Incendio. Maybe the smoke from the fires would drive them away?

A brief memory of the occurrence in the Hufflepuff Common Room flashed acroos her mind, making her gag. No, she had to think straight. Alright, we have mosps, plants, food and someone had started setting things on fire. Mosps, plants… and fire! Mosps and fire! That was it!

Running over to nearby bush, she pointed her wand and made the shape of a candle flame. “Incendio!”

If there was a better time to test the saying “moths to a flame” it would be now.

Action: Casting Incendio at a nearby bush.
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God grass, what was taking them so long to fix the lights? He would’ve really appreciated them if Hanako could finish Kara’s gift and return before anyone worries about him. Although he was not one of the most favorable students in their year, he definitely wouldn’t hear the end of it from Kara. The two liked to go back and forth about who’s getting hurt and who’s getting worried, it was honestly hilarious. Overall, he didn’t want her to fret.

Amidst their dark surroundings, it seemed like plenty of people had managed to cast Lumos. A spell which he had forgotten existed. Although they did a great job of allowing other people to somewhat see the situation, Hanako was too far away to get enough light to finish his gift.

Did the party had to go on like this? People waving their lit wands and continuing whatever they were doing? If so, he dreaded an interaction with one of the light holders to help him out for a while.

His calm demeanor quickly turned stiff at sudden screaming, crying, and overall painful sounds to his ears. Did the lack of lights scare them that much? What a bunch of scaredy cats, Hanako rolled his eyes.

It was only when he saw flowers and stuff being lit, and faint buzzing sounds that seemed to grow louder by the second, did he realize the lack of light might not be the thing that’s making everyone panic.

Vampire Mosps? In the distance, he heard the lioness’s Katrina Walker screams loud and clear, voice laced with panic it almost sent chills down his spine. “ やれやれやれ。。。” His voice was tight, threatening to tremble as the situation slowly crawled onto him. やれ = how troublesome

He couldn’t really hear anything else after that because his only focused remained on a sky that was once clear and sparkling now swarmed with gigantically hideous flying bugs. One in particular caught his eye. mosps 13 .

He tightened his hold onto the bunch of flowers he recently picked, fresh in his hands.

He didn’t like….the way it looked at him. As if….it’s ignoring everyone else and returning the attention Hanako gave to it back to him. If this were a dance, Hanako would’ve been flattered by its intense eyes, but those stingers don’t look like they were meant for dancing.

So knowing he was this close to his grave, he did what any other sheltered little boy would do while he’s frozen on the spot whilst barely making out the monster in the sky that’s ready to attack him. He screamed.

Mentioning: @Katrina Walker @Kara Capricorn @Percival Rainwood @Althea Valeden
Interacting: too frozen to be open for conversation

Action : Screaming and chilling under intense fright

S t a m i n a : 4 S t r e n g t h : 3 A r c a n e : 8
P o w e r A c c u r a c y : 7 E v a s i o n : 5 W i s d o m :3

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