In Search of the Source of the Creeping Darkness Main Story

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Percival's gaze instantly locked on the dark-haired boy in front of him, and he could not help but to study the other. The two of them shared the same name and even a few similar characteristics. Though, it wasn't hard to tell they did not share any similar physical features. He had black eyes while Percival had blue. Percival's hair was black while he was blond. The only thing vaguely the same was their height. Percival duly wondered if the other boy had the same draw to a flame he himself had. Though he wasn't about to ask him, lest he wanted to out himself. "Good to see you too. I hardly think this is the time for jokes, Grey." he huffed his voice souring as he spoke. The boy gestured to the outlines on the floor his brows furrowing. "Honestly, I don't really know, but whatever this is. It isn't good." he said unease swaying through in his tone. Percival truly didn't like the look of things. It looked like a crime scene, and it made him wonder what crime had actually taken place here.

The boy's face grimed up as a familiar girl made her way over to the slowly forming group. Percival would hardly call his relationship with Ileen as good. Their relationship was nothing more than forced civility in a war. Ileen seemed dead set on being the peacekeeper to the tension between him and Dealla. In truth, it felt more like Ileen trying to control the waves from rocking a metaphorical boat. Completely impossible and slowly growing worse with an approaching time. The last time she had tried, it had ended with a trip to the hospital wing. He nodded at her vague explanation of the chalk, well not chalk, lines. "Confirmation basically means to confirm something. It could mean anything. Maybe! It could mean the truth will be confirmed. Isn't that why we are all down here? Because of those rumors? To see how true they are?" he asked not really directing his question to anyone in particular.

Percival frowned to himself as he studied the trail of white powdery substance that seemed to zig-zag into the darkness. He wondered where it would lead them too, and he felt the urgent need to follow it. Though, he decided not to wander away from the small group he had formed. It would be safer to stick with them. He trusted all three of them to a certain degree, and he was certain they felt the same way. Instead of leaving the room, the boy would glance upwards, towards the ceiling to see if there was anything of note up there.

Open to Interactions

Location: Room 1
Action: Looking up

Interacting with: @Jack Burnett
Mentioning: @Hanako Tone, @Ileen Knight

Reducio

|Sta 6 | Eva 6 | | Str 8 | Wis 5 | | Arc 8 | Acc 7 |

Inventory: ⋅ Metal Lighter ⋅ Scrap of Parchament / Fountain Pen

Foulplay ⋅ Lovely Creature

Interacting: N/A
Mentioning: @Selim Faust
Open to Interaction

As Piper's wand flame flickered to life along with everyone else's, she took a good look around her. It was not what she had expected. Holy crap. Aside from all of the other students exploring this room, there were paintings lining the wall. Very creepy paintings. Or rather, they were made of the same chalky stuff the line seemed to be made of, so not quite paint. The artist was certainly a fan of eyes.

Turning about, Piper also observed a sudden movement in the shadows and her mouth went dry. She squinted and held her light out. It was a boy. He didn't look too old, but the way he moved, seeming to flee all the light itself, was intriguing. His dark eyes glittered in the light, and he quickly disappeared into a new corridor. There were three new doorways, which were dark, large, and looming - just like the last one. Piper glanced above the doorways, where there were a couple titles written: HOME and NOBODY HOME. The last doorway had nothing above it, but it was where the white powder led.

The door with NOBODY HOME on it was boarded up and locked. Very clearly, nobody was supposed to go into there. This made Piper want to explore even more, but another student was sure to spot it. Piper turned back. Above the door she'd come through, an X was painted. Interesting. So she'd know how to get out. Or escape.

But that wasn't something Piper wanted to think about. Instead, her thoughts moved to the dark shadow of a student running. Fleeing. It was a rather surreal feeling, because Piper often felt she was running from those around her, too. And from herself. And from everything...was she really that fearless in the face of danger? Or was she just stupid?

She was also getting annoyed at the amount of students in there. How am I supposed to figure out what's happening down here with everyone else making a racket? SHE had wanted to be the one to solve the mystery, and now it seemed that a lot of people (who were admittedly better equipped and qualified) were there to solve it for her. At least Piper had her amazing spellcasting skills.

Now, the boy who had run (though he had wanted to use the shadows, he seemed rather poorly hidden) was nearly as unsettling as the awful paintings around the room. Did he know anything about what was happening down here? The sources of the rumors, the crashing, the moans? Why did he want to stay so hidden? The more she thought about it, the more curiosity tugged Piper towards the doorway the boy had slipped through. There would be plenty of students to follow the chalk, but maybe that was a diversion.

It was time to play smart (or so she thought). Piper would carefully avoid the other students and follow the dark boy, completely oblivious to any signs he wouldn't want anyone around, as well as anything happening with the students around her. She slightly covered her wand's tip so that it wouldn't be too obvious where she was going.

ACTION: Follow Selim Faust into whatever room he goes into and observe.
LOCATION: Currently Room 2, see above
STATS: || Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 8 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 6 ||
ABILITY: Perfectionist

Interacts with: @Flash Holmwood

If the spell is successful.

Actions: Attempting to cast alohomora on shut door. Moving to room 10 if the door is unlocked and there are no creepies behind it.
Location: Room 2
Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers and Non-human Enthusiast Monster Hunter (In my heart it will always remain monster hunter, xD)
Stats:
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 9
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 8
Arc Power: 6
Accuracy: 8
Total: 41

Sarah wasn’t surprised that her wand had lit up. She’d spent hours mastering and perfecting every spell she could form first year over the summer and she rarely failed to cast when she needed to. Not that it made much of a difference when she walked into the room. A few other students had apparently beaten her to it, with already lit wands as they searched the room for where to go next. She took a moment go lance around, noting the familiar faces of her house and wondering whether any of them had the same strange feeling in their gut as she did. She still felt as though she was being pulled, tugged, further and deeper into these unexplored corridors which now surrounded her.

Her mother had always told her to listen to her gut when she was younger. She’d been told not to do something if she had a bad feeling about it. But did the same apply when the feeling wasn’t telling her to run, rather pulling her in closer? She wasn’t sure. But the curiosity which always filled her was still successfully tamping down any fear which tried to rise up within her and so she kept moving forwards.

She took note of the room, seeing most students walking straight forwards to go through the corridor in front of them. But the doors either side fo the room caught her attention, pulling it away from the way she guessed she was ‘supposed’ to go.

Her eyes caught on two boys from her year, Alexander and Flash. She’d spoken few words to either of them in the two years they’d been here, but now her eyes were fixed on them in curiosity. Unlike many of the students, they too had not been drawn to the passageway at the end of the room, instead focussing on the door which had caught Sarah’s attention. From just a few step behind them, she could hear their hushed words, something about apologising which she had no interest in, not until the blonde attempted to cast a spell.

If Alexander’s spell was successful

She gulped as the door unlocked, taking a step closer so she was just behind the boys, all thoughts of personal space apparently dissipating as the tugging in her chest grew ten-fold. She offered both of the boys a sheepish grin and a softly muttered “sorry,” which told she was mildly apologetic for interrupting but had no inclination to leave again. She watched him ask Flash to prepare an offensive spell, something she’d scarce considered in her haste to find out what was down here and held her still lit wand slightly closer to the door.

If Alexander’s spell was unsuccessful

She watched the boy’s wand spark, the spell failed and glanced between the two of them before taking a step closer so she was just behind the boys, all thoughts of personal space apparently dissipating as the tugging in her chest grew ten-fold. She flicked her wand, pointed towards the heavy iron lock on the door and let out a breath as she tried to cast her spell. “Alohomora.”

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Interact with : @Starlee Kennedy Mentions : All people in Room 2 Open to other interactions

Hex Code : ♣ #3c78d8 - English ♣ ♠ #4B0082 - Parsel ♠ ♦ #800000 - Spanish ♦

When their Lumos lit up the room without any hitched, Cash finally can see their surrounding. Cold sweat was began running on their clothed back. Is it from fear? maybe but the dungeon itself was cold as an ice. Cash alongside with Starlee passed their house mates. Some of them also successfully cast the Wand-Lightning Charm.

Is it too late to go back? The green eyes thought to themselves. Eleven people in one small room. That thought alone made Cash's breath a bit shallow and labour. They gripped their wand tighter. The tale tell of their anxiety rising. Cash was trying their very best to keep their breath even.

The fearless beater was claustrophobic. Cash can sense that Starlee picked up their uneasiness when their face become paler than their usual skin color. The pair followed the white line until both Cash and Starlee faced with three options infront of them. The first one, there were a word on it.

Home. Cash tilted their head. Thinking who in their right mind making the cold and damp dungeon as their home. The second one, a passage located in the middle room. There was no clue or any word on it. The last one piqued their interest. The door made of wood (as their poorly lit wand indicated it).

The door was tight shut with iron in it. It looks like someone or something tried to keep whatever in it undisturbed as the word on the door say so. The word on the door say Nobody is home. When Starlee leaned down and touch the ground to investigate the white powder, the purple hair let out a squeaked.

Cash then clear their throat. Clearly embarrassed with how they reacted. Being in a close setting did not ease their anxiety for one bit. "I think we should follow this strange powder. Perhaps it could lead us to whatever this rumor is about?"Starlee stated with excitement in her voice after she done with her investigation on the white powder.

Cash did not trust themselves to speak. They still trying to keep their level of anxiety at bay and in check. So the green eyes just nodded their head as their answered to Starlee's inquiry. "I uh.."Cash tried to speak up but it feels like their throat was closing in.

"What I am trying to say is I am not good in any close room and tight space"Cash told Starlee and finally found their voice. "In other word, I am claustrophobic"They continued. "If we want to make it out here in one piece, you need have a good eye for observation and well, take the lead in this adventure"Cash smile shakily as they swipe their cold sweat from their face.

This is hardly an adventure for Cash but they will brace themselves for whatever will come for and to them.

Mod Guide
Action : Following Starlee. Heading to Location #3.
Abilities : Parseltongue Adept • Obnoxiously Strong (+10% Strength)
Current Location : #2
Stats
Stamina ‣ 6 | Evasion ‣ 5 | Strength ‣ 7 | Wisdom ‣ 5 | Arcane Power ‣ 5 | Accuracy ‣ 7

Action: Gong toward the archway to room 4, bot entering yet. So still in room 2. Casting Lumos.
Mentioning: All the rude-arse people in room 2.
Interacting with @Selim Faust

The Viper Magnate

Open for interactions Mentions @Mathias Pride in passing

Cocky - Shea Coulee (Explicit)

Roleplaying as Dmitri Kazimir Jones
Perfectionist | Perfectionist II | Spell Spread | Terrible Presence
Sta 8, Str 2, Eva 6, Wis 14, Arc 11, Acc 10

Unlike most—if not, all—of those clambering down into the dungeons that afternoon, Dmitri Kazimir Jones was not just fueled by some random rumor.

Instead, he was fueled by rage.

There was a nice lull in the common room prior to everything. It was one of those rare times where everyone had just gotten done with classes for the day and are now either catching up with each other or catching up on some much-needed sleep.

Except for him.

Since being thrown out of the library a while back (for cursing a girl who deserved it, mind you), Dmitri had quickly wrested control of the common room's study-area off the chatty, loud-mouthed disgraces of his house. What was once a center of activity and the hustle-bustle of teenagers was now one particular Slytherin's silent fortress—kept that way simply because to make it otherwise would be to suffer greater consequences than just the older boy's steely glare.

Or at least, a part of it.

One could, at first glance, surmise where the boy's boundaries lay by the schoolbooks, parchment, and other study-materials strewn haphazardly onto any available surface. Everybody learned to keep away, in time.

And so, of course, the boy would notice the unusual number of students suddenly leaving the common room, whispering to each other conspiratorily, having some kind of "big" secret yet apparently not willing to keep it to themselves anyway by the amount of noise they were making.

"Keep it down, or I swear to God..." Dmitri remarked sharply before getting back to his book.

It was only until what seemed like the 456th pair of whispering students that the older Slytherin decided he was over it.

"Alright, that's it. Where the hell are all of you going?" The two younger students found Dmitri getting slowly up to his feet, crossing his arms in the process. If it wasn't his harsh tone that got them to talk, then it was his scathing expression that loosened their tongues.

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"Our friends told us to meet them down in the dungeons for something cool, my ass." The fourth year mocked the first year's words as he strode angrily down the cold dungeon corridor towards where this fricking "cool" thing was supposed to be. "I'm not about to let anyone fuck up m—Slytherin's chances of winning the house cup this year, and I'll be damned if it's the measly little first years that do it!"

He said just as much to the pair of younger Slytherins a while back after shooting them a dirty look to dissuade them from exiting the Common Room with his back turned.

The boy couldn't deny the pull that the "rumors" would have had on these students. The Castle has been riddled with a lot of mysteries as of late, all of them left unanswered. Not even the professors nor the Headmaster seemed to know. In fact, the boy himself has been involved in one of these situations the past summer, one he'd rather not discuss the outcome of.

Answers were simply too precious and too rare of a commodity around here these days.

However, it's one thing when it's summer break, another when it's in the afternoon of a school-fricking-day.

Dmitri's going to stop these children himself, one way or another. Because I swear to all that is holy I'll murder them in their sleep if they get house points taken off of the house for their crap. In his simmering anger, he almost crashed into another younger student (though this one seemed to be striding determinedly out of the dungeons. Smart kid).

"Hey, watch it." He remarked but in a slightly less haughty tone than another would have deserved. Dmitri couldn't really be fully mad at someone who's actually doing something that made sense.

If only all the other students were like that one.

Speaking of the other students...

Deeper in the dungeons, Dmitri could hear multiple distant voices as well as many pinpricks of wandlight peppering the darkness way up ahead, scattered and too separated from each other to make things easier for him.

He sighed in frustration.

Why couldn't things just be easy around here?! It's not like I can be in two places at once! And it's so fucking dark, too.

The older Slytherin would start to bury his hands in his hair before remembering something.

A few somethings.

One dark outdoor Ball. Feathers. Two separate awarenesses.

And a whole lot of nightvision.

He can be in two places at once! And he wouldn't even have to go in, himself!

With a lopsided grin, Dmitri would brandish his wand towards his feet and whisper a very basic incantation.

"Avifors"

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Transfiguring his shoes into owls (Avifors) that will enter Room #2 if successful [Spell Spread active]

Interacting with : @Bridget Collins
Mentioning : everyone in Room #2, especially those near door #4
Open to Interactions

For Moderation :
Location : Room #2 (near the door to Room #10)
Actions : observing the perimeter of the room
Abilities : Lovely Creature
Stats : Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 9 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 9