In Search of the Source of the Creeping Darkness Main Story

Interacting with @Cassandra Ironwoods & @Santario Martin
Open to other interactions (if also in room #3)
Post Tracker: X | X | X | X

Starlee sat herself on the ledge of the well, preparing herself to climb down. 'Phew, you got this. All you gotta do is just scale down it. Easy-peasy right?' Oh she was so wrong there. She gingerly climbed over the edge, her fingers barely gripping the top. Her feet began to skid along the wall, as she desperately searched for a place to set her foot in, but there was none. She was still holding on, but barely, her feet flailing below her. "C-Cash... maybe this wasn't a good idea..." she managed to sputter out, her grip on the wall waning.

However, before she could manage her own demise, her own dueling co-captain entered their room, and immediately threw herself into the well with reckless abandon. She watched as the girl fell to... no... through... a false bottom made of paper... and crumpled to the floor below her, clearly knocked out. It had to be a lot deeper than she expected, and a magic candle was lit, almost like this was some sort of booby trap.

And it was right as the realization hit her that she would certainly be injured as well from the fall, that her hands gave out. She yelled as she fell down the 10... 20... 30... 40 feet, and landed directly on top of Santario. She fell feet first down into the well and, as a result, one of her outstretched legs hit the stone floor in an awkward way, while the rest of her crumpled on top of her dueling co-captain.

Crunch.

A searing pain split up from her calf. She squeaked a bit as she pushed herself off of Santario while clutching her leg. It... it didn't look right. It almost had a third joint... smack dab in the middle of the calve bone. And... it hurt like hell. She gripped it as tears began to well in her eyes. It hurt.

She stared back at her dueling co-captain and proceeded to shake her. "S-Santario... are you okay?" No response would be returned, however. More tears started welling. Who would do something like this? How cruel? She bit her lip as she tried to fight the pain.

Her gaze shifted to the top of the well, where she could see the purple hair looming down at her. "Cash... CASH! Can you get us out of here? I... I think my leg is broken..." She looked down at it again, as it was bent all out of sorts. "There's nothing down here... I think it was some sort of trap..."

She then decided the best course of action, would be to cast lumos. Especially since Cash wouldn't be able to see anymore once she lifted her out. "Lumos!" she said, fighting through her tears and the pain. She would make it out of this.

Action: Casting Lumos, delicately moving off Santario, Waiting for Cash to rescue her
Current Location: #3
Abilities: Healing Sage
Stats: Stamina: 4 - Evasion: 5 - Strength: 6 - Wisdom: 8 - Arcane: 6 - Accuracy: 5

Reducio

Starlee's Outfit

Following along with K, Henry moved away from the hole, still feeling a little guilty for leaving the girl alone and without light. They headed toward the exit into another room where a large group of other people were located. Even with the amount of light everyone gave off, he wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. He was hearing weird noises from other rooms and wasn’t sure he even wanted to be here anymore. Still, K was a comforting presence beside him and he continued onward.

When K asked him which room he figured was safest, he scanned each doorway and thought about it. From here, there was no way to tell. “Not sure, we should look around,” he suggested, figuring they could walk the perimeter of the room and glance into each doorway to check and see. Sure, they wouldn’t truly know if any room was safe just by a glance, but it was better than guessing randomly. They began to walk along the outskirts of the room, Henry entirely unaware of the turmoil in K’s mind.

For the most part, he was just panicking over the idea that there was enough blood nearby that K could pick it up. All he could smell was a musty room filled with too many strange smells to pinpoint any one of them. K’s nose had to be top notch to detect blood, especially to know that there was a lot. If Henry smelled blood, all he’d know was that he smelled blood. Even then, he’d probably barely smell anything. When it came to his senses, his sight was his gift.

Walking along the wall, Henry stopped when K stopped, glancing into the room next to them and getting a glimpse of a few people inside. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on in there, but when K whispered that he thought someone must be injured, he gulped hard. “Let’s go,” he muttered, nodding his head and taking a deep breath of musty air. He was nervous, but he glanced around here and there, hoping he might catch sight of any sign of danger. If someone was injured, they couldn’t be too careful.

Interacting with @Henry Knight
Action: Entering room 3, practically clinging to Henry Knight, looking around in a panic
Abilities: Keen Eye
Stats: Sta.: 7 ll Eva.: 7 ll Str.: 3 ll Wis.: 4 ll ArcPow: 8 ll Acc: 6
color code = #5A8697

Interactions: @Illowy Magnard, @Starlee Kennedy, and @Cassandra Ironwoods
Mentions: Opeila Seilun, Flash Holmwood, Søren Silverwood, Henry Knight, and Santario Martin
Open to Interactions

She did as Illowy said, holding still while the other girl lined up her wand. If there was anyone she trusted doing about the equivalent of shooting an apple off her head, it was Illowy. The incantation of the Banishing Charm, then pain, a ripping sound. Her reaction would be suspended for a moment as the fact she'd just had some of her hair ripped out sank in. The pain had mostly been a flare as it happened and was already starting to fade to something bearable. Her eyes would water, the only real expression of how much that had just hurt. Somewhat hesitantly, she reached up to the epicenter of the pain to confirm what she already knew. It was tender, missing hair, and wet. Her fingers came away bloody.

But she was okay. And she didn't blame Illowy; if anything, it was her own fault for losing her focus, for panicking. What mattered was that the bird was no longer stuck and therefore not making it hard to do anything with its pulling and pecking. The bleeding seemed fairly minimal, too, which was good. "Thanks," she said to Illowy. Her voice was a little hesitant, but in all technicalities, Illowy had done exactly what she'd asked. She would not forget how quickly Illowy had come to her aid.

Pulling out her hair tie, she shook out the remains of her braid and tied her hair back in a high ponytail. That would fix the problem of it getting in her face with the additional benefit of covering the bald spot, and gave her a moment to recollect herself and figure out what all was happening around her. Between the shadows and the bird, she hadn't been able to keep track of everything else.

They really had not gotten far before running into trouble. Opeila had gotten rid of her bird, several students were exploring a room full of crates and bottles. More pressingly, there was screaming. Screaming from behind a door Flash and another boy were now trying to break down, screaming that had been cut off a bit too abruptly following the trail of white powder. No one seemed to have given the shadows much more than a glance. Maybe she hadn't been loud enough and she knew her warning had hardly given much detail. Or maybe she was really just the only one freaked out about it. The likelihood of her skewing the threat the shadows posed was high; she'd watched one murder someone, after all. Besides, every moving shadow she'd come across thus far had been different, so perhaps these weren't like the one that had stabbed Victor or those that had cursed Slytherin. They could be wrong without being lethal.

She couldn't waste any more time worrying over nothing. The shadows didn't seem to be readying to attack anyone, so for now, simply being aware of them was enough. And that scream, loud and terrible, abruptly cut off and from a direction few had gone... that scared her more. "I'm heading that way." It was Illowy's choice if they stuck together or not. So far they'd made a decent team, but if she felt she needed to be somewhere else, Bridget wouldn't blame her. Aided by the light of Henry Knight's Lumos Maxima, she hurried in the direction of the screams.

The third year made a few passive observations, her focus mostly on figuring out what had gone wrong. The trail of powder ended in the center of a room at what appeared to be a well. A few things were littered around the floor; more bottles, a ball of sludge, and a long, rusted nail. Light emanated from the well. She couldn't see any injuries, no immediate danger, but it wasn't hard to figure out why. Attention was on the well. Someone was down there.

Cautiously, she crossed to the circular hole. Dropping to her knees to be a little safer looking over, she glanced down. "Oh my god." It went farther than she'd expected, a good 30 to 40 feet. There were two bodies at the bottom. One in a sitting position. Damaged but talking, reporting a broken leg. The girl looked familiar in the light of the candle and Cassandra's Lumos, though she couldn't recall her name. And the other...

Her breath hitched. "Santario!" The girl wouldn't answer, of course, her body crumpled. She wasn't moving. It was such a long fall, but she couldn't be... No. Could she? Santario was tough and Bridget would know. She'd made it through the fall last year at the Blossom Ball from a similar height, she was no pushover in duelling. But that was stone down there, not dirt. And she could have landed weird, not to mention she didn't see any quick way to get to her.

This was a different panic than with the shadows. She'd been scared of what they could do, but this? This had already happened. No preventing it, no being on one's guard, preparing for something bad. And she couldn't do anything about it. Couldn't get down there, didn't have any spells that would help. If she had her broom, she could try the same thing she'd done last time, but she didn't. Reparifors wouldn't work, these weren't magic-induced injuries, and Ferula required you to tap your wand to the target, something impossible at this distance. She felt sick, terrified of the possibility that... well, thinking about it now wasn't going to help. Sitting here frozen wouldn't do her teammate any good. She forced herself to look away from the scene below, to focus. Her own pain had been forgotten. What even was there to do? Finding out how they had ended up down there was a start. "What happened?" The question was addressed to Cassandra, who had been around to see.

Then what? She needed confirmation Santario was okay, if only to think straight. "Is... is Santario okay?" This inquiry would be called down to the blonde girl in the clearest voice she could manage. It was clear enough Santario wasn't actually okay, but her question was really asking if she was alive. She needed to know that before anything else.

Action: Moving to Room 3, asking questions
Location: Room 2 → Room 3
Stats: STA: 7 | EVA: 9 | STR: 7 | WIS: 9 | ARC: 7 | ACC: 8
Abilities: Sixth Sense | Evasive Maneuvers | Prodigal DADA Learner

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[font=Monotype Corsiva]P H E O N I X

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[font=Monotype Corsiva]C A S S A N D R A[/font]

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[font=Monotype Corsiva]I R O N W O O D S[/font]

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[font=Monotype Corsiva]S L Y T H E R I N

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[font=Monotype Corsiva]M A I N

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[font=Monotype Corsiva]S T O R Y

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Interact with : @Bridget Collins | @Starlee Kennedy Mentions : @Santario Martin Open to other interactions

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

The green eyes should have stopped Starlee doing something reckless like climbing down the dark unknown well but the blonde haired first year was so excited to take the lead on this so what called as adventure, Cash did not have the heart to say no to her. This is hardly an adventure for the purple hair.

And so without waiting for Cash to say something to Starlee, the other girl started climbing down the unknown well. What surprise them was the Co-Captain of Slytherin dueling team - Santario - also started to climbed down too. It seems the well like calling them to climbed down or something.

Dios Mio (my god) this crazy people have death wish or something the Beater thought to themselves. As Santario threw herself to the well without any second thought, Cash heard something ripped and someone was let out a blood curling scream. The screamed that emitted from Santario was enough to send chill to other people that heard it.

This included Cash who saw the poor girl fell down. Cash gulped the chilling feeling. Then to make matter worst, Starlee gripped on the edge of the well slowly slipped away. Her feet skid along the wall. She hangs on for her life. "C-Cash... maybe this wasn't a good idea..."Starlee said to the the young socialite.

And at that moment, their anxiety gripped on them. Cash tried to took a steady breath to calm their inner panic but no avail. It feel like the wall closing in on them. breath.. you will be fine.. just breath damn it Cash commanded themselves. It is like something jerked them from their panic state, Cash almost threw their wand so their hand could gripped Starlee and pull her away but it is too late.

Just as Cash about to do that, Starlee already fell to the darkness of the damn well. Cash widened their eyes. And again just like Santario did, Starlee also let out a blood curling scream. The scream she let out was like those horror movie before the psycho killer, killed you. Cash legs almost give up if only they did not leaned over on the lip of the well.

The screamed that emitted from Starlee finally died down and stopped. And a lot of bad thoughts started to swim in the green eyes mind. Cash wondered if Starlee even still alive from how deep she just fell. Then Cash heard the faint of Starlee voice. "Cash... CASH! Can you get us out of here? I... I think my leg is broken..."Starlee cried for help.

God grief it must be a nasty fell. Cash still trying to get their bearing together and their hands shaking from how scared they are at that moment. "There's nothing down here... I think it was some sort of trap..."Starlee shouted it to Cash. Starlee voice echoed from how deep is the well therefore Cash only heard the word trap from what she just said.

"Just - just hold on, okay. I am going to help you"Cash finally managed to sputter something intelligent, hopefully Starlee could hear them. Cash was looked around, hoping there something that long enough to help Starlee climbed out from the well but nothing is available. Then suddenly another voice broke. Cash jumped from the sudden voice.

Cash turned around and the light from their wand shine on the other girl face. Cash vaguely remembered her. She used to be the Beater for Slytherin Quidditch team before Cash filled that role. "They - they.."Cash stuttered out. This is not going well. The green eyes took much needed breath to calm their thundering heartbeat.

"They saw a light down in the well and then they just jumped"The green eyes explained to the other girl. Cash wrecked their brain. Trying to remember any type of spell that could work in this kind of situation.

As Cash still trying to remembered anything from all the lesson that they had been learned, Cash saw a single white dot on the bottom of the well. Starlee must have been casted lumos to see her surrounding. At that moment Cash decided to cast a spell that could maybe work in this kind of situation. They are hopeful but not so much.

The green eyes leaned further and pointed out their wand. Hopefully their wand pointed to Starlee. Cash definitely need a miracle and praying this spell could help Starlee out from her dire situation. "Wingardium Laviosa"They said as they made the swish and flick motion.

Mod Guide
Action : Attempting to cast the Levitation spell on Starlee.
Abilities : Parseltongue Adept • Obnoxiously Strong (+10% Strength)
Current Location : #3
Stats
Stamina ‣ 6 | Evasion ‣ 5 | Strength ‣ 7 | Wisdom ‣ 5 | Arcane Power ‣ 5 | Accuracy ‣ 7

Mentions: @Flash Holmwood @koko Riddle

Actions: Continue moving the glass bottles out of the hallway so that people can move through the hallway without any significant risk of knocking over any bottles.
Location: Room 10
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

Interacting with | @Jack Burnett | @Percival Rainwood | @Evelynn Decipio | @Percival Gray | @Søren Silverwood

Ileen felt her way along the wall. At the bottom of the stairs she could see light, but it was already moving. She quickly glanced over her shoulder at Jack, Søren and Gray. "Are you coming?" She didn't want to raise her voice too loudly. The one they were looking for couldn't be the only one found. What if someone found them? Better not to draw too much attention. She was happy Søren joined their little group though. He seemed nice and she had met him at the fight club - there he had been a gentleman and not at all stupid.

Heart pounding, she looked ahead again, trying to follow the Gryffindor and Percival. She could recognize the Slytherin boy as scheme in front of her. It was almost as hard to see as it had been in the blizzard she had fought through with Aaron, Dee and Jack. There they had held hands to keep from losing each other. Even though Ileen disliked physical contact with most people, she and Percival had already shared a pretty brutal kiss. So what was a little hand holding? She wouldn't lose him here in the dark under any circumstances.
So, she reached out and gently grabbed his hand and let herself be pulled along. If Perce didn’t pull his hand away, Ileen would keep it in hers, carefully walking down the stairs until they reached the bigger room. She just hoped Jack and Gray would follow.

Although some of her classmates lingered around with their wands spending some light, she wanted to provide a source of light herself. Ileen raised her wand, tried to ignore the dancing shadows which made her shiver, and spoke the incantation. “Lumos.”
Then she would turn to Percival and Eve. “Do you see anything odd?” She looked over her shoulder. "Is the white powder still here?”
Then she would realize that she was still holding his hand. Blushing, she let go of him and took a step back, slightly embarrassed.

Action: Casting Lumos
Ability: Sixth Sense, Prodigal Charms Learner
Stats: Sta:6 | Ev:8 | Str:3 | Wis:9 | Arc:6 | Acc:9
Location: Room 2

Open to Interactions

Violet could hear the sound of people, the chatter, the students that were now in room number two with the Lumos spell alight. She took a deep breath and followed the chalk line towards the next room, while the noise of people that were already in the dungeons grew louder. She entered Room 2. When she had barely entered, she heard a scream. @Bridgget Collins, a girl she had never actually met, had a bird in her hair. A black ugly bird that was tangled in the poor Slytherin girl's hair. Vi took a deep breath and for a second she wanted to shriek too. @Ileen Knight casted Depulso at the bird. For a second, Vi thought that the spell would hit Bridget~ but it did not hit her. It hit the bird, and it was untangled from her hair, thankfully.

The distraction of the bird hadn't deletd the real reason they were in the dungeons from Vi's mind. She observed the room she was currently in, searching for anything amiss amongst the other people, something more odd than the birds. She took a deep breath and tried sticking with the other students, only out of fear of having one of those birds tangled on her hair. She tried not to think about anything else except finding the odd guy that was hiding there, the reason she was here in the first place. It was a game of hide and seek, but this time, you didn't just count and search. Traps were along the way to stop them from finding him, making it more difficult and exiting.

She wondered what else she would find if she moved on from the room she was currently in. But she stayed. She looked for anyhing amiss, her eyes traveling along the cieling and the stairs, the floor and the walls.

Action: Observation
Stats: Stamina: 6 Evasion: 8 Strength: 1 Wisdom: 10 Arcane: 2 Accuracy: 8
Abilities: None
Location: Room 2

[font=century gothic]INTERACTING WITH @Flash Holmwood, @Ileen Knight | MENTIONING @Henry Knight, @Alexander Varellion | PROXIMITY TO @Koko Riddle, @Sarah Lightwood, @Percival Rainwood[/font]

Birds. In the dungeons, well into the belly of the castle, that was the last thing that Evelynn was expecting. Yet, that's exactly what seemed to fly out of Seilun's hair as Evelynn arrived on scene in the small room [2]. As soon as it was freed, little attention seemed to be given to it, the slytherin girl seemingly brushing it off as though it were of little consequence. Where had it come from, however? And how had it ended up nesting in the girl's hair? Great questions. But Evelynn had already moved on from that, turning her attention to address Flash.

Catching up, Evelynn soon found herself peering at a notebook, one whose pages were familiar to her. Immediately, she was drawn into the curious symbols. They were easy to recognize. Perhaps not their meaning, initially, but at least their origin. Students were first acquainted with the symbols in Transfiguration. As she recalled, 'J', 'V' and 'W' were entirely absent from this particular alphabet and she did not immediately recognize the translation. Fortunately, she was spared fishing through her back for her journal in order to cross-reference and translate by a well-timed think-out-loud by an unfamiliar boy (Alexander Varellion) working in tandem with Flash.

"Not 'meat'," Evelynn shook her head when Flash asked her what she made of it. "'Me' and 'at'. Meet me at Hogsmeade." Brows pinched together as she read that over. In the moment, she wouldn't realize that the one symbol had been mis-identified as an 'O' instead of the 'N' that was actually written down. A realization for another time. "Do you think it has anything to do with that letter I showed you?" Evelynn wondered quietly, lifting her gaze to Flash.

This was not the first request for someone to meet at Hogsmeade. In fact, it wasn't much longer than a year prior that they had first stumbled upon the letter requesting certain ingredients to be delivered to the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade. And as she would be reminded of later, there had been a spelling error in Hogsmeade on that occasion as well. Just...not the same error. And there was a series of 4 numbers again. "6621," she echoed after Varellion. "June 6th, of this year, perhaps?"

But would that really make sense? Was this actually a call for someone to meet in Hogsmeade on that day? What would be the point of leaving that message down here in the dungeons where anyone might stumble upon it. Or it could get worn away by this or that. Then again...with all the grime and cobwebs strewn about, it was fairly clear that this area was poorly maintained. With that in mind, perhaps the idea of it lasting until its intended reader saw it wasn't all that far-fetch'd. On the other hand, who was to say just how old this was?

"Perhaps it's not a date at all? It could be an address," she suggested. "Or perhaps..." The idea that perhaps there was a triple layer of meaning occurred to her and she counted out the numbers as corresponding to the letters in the phrase. E. E. E. T... Or maybe... E. S. E. A... But none of the combinations she considered seemed to make sense. It was like the letter all over again. They hadn't been able to figure out what the numbers had meant then, either. "Er..."

But as she pondered, the others had moved on. She looked up to see Flash hastily cutting a path to a different door. One that the trail of white powder had led to. Meanwhile, the other boy had reentered the door next to which they'd been standing. With a tilt of her neck, Evelynn caught a glimpse of a room—or perhaps hallway was a more apt description—beyond the door that seemed filled to overflowing with bottles. Even as she stood, the unfamiliar boy seemed to be removing them one by one and placing them in their current room as though attempting to clear a path through which they might move. Little time was offered to ponder that peculiarity, though, as—like moths to the flame of her humble (single) floating candle—several others joined them.

Before any warning against the idea could be given, Riddle traipsed on by the pair of them and into the depths of the hall. Really, she was quite a sight to behold. Almost like an exotic dancer and just as captivating, she seemed to snake her way effortlessly through the impossible obstacle course with unexpected grace. Apparently the girl could dance as well as fly...

A voice nearby snapped Evelynn out of an unexpected trance. "Er..." Visible confusion coloured Evelynn's features as she found herself slightly slack-jawed and a bit cloudy of the previous dozen or so seconds. When her mind finally cleared, she cast Riddle a quizzical (and more than slightly concerned) look before turning her attention around to the speaker. Two of the those who had been nearby at the top of the stairs had joined them at the open doorway. Her gaze dipped momentarily to the sudden release of hands and the girl's step away and bashful appearance. Interesting.

"Not here, per se," Evelynn replied, lifting her gaze to meet that of the girl's and choosing—for the moment—to pretend she hadn't seen anything. "Although I believe I saw it continue off over there." With a nudge of her chin, she indicated the door immediately across from where they'd entered. The door where Flash and several others were currently attempting to break into. "Although it seems they—" She gestured vaguely to the dwarf boy (Varellion) who was hard at work removing an endless stream of bottles from the room beyond. "—found a hidden message." Angling Flash's journal to catch the light of Evelynn's floating candle, she showed the runic message and it's translation. "Although we're not quite certain what it might be implying. Do the numbers mean anything to you at all?"

Something else had occurred to her, then, however. The bottles. The smell. The comments that the other Knight—the boy—had said. Evelynn whipped her head around to peer at the bottles as they were removed from the room, then crouched to inspect them. The letter, it had demanded ingredients. Specific ingredients to make one Draught of Living Death to be delivered to Hogsmeade. Could it be that this had something to do with that? Was this a stash yet to be delivered?

[font=century gothic]ACTION: Speaks with Flash and Ileen, inspects the bottles[/font]

[font=century gothic]STA | 8‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ STR | 2‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ EVA | 10 WIS | 10‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ARC | 2‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ACC | 10 KEEN EYE — There is a 25% chance of automatically finding something. FEARLESS — Immunity to fear effects.[/font]

[font=century gothic] ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ INVENTORY ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ — Broom Compass — Sketched Map of Underground — Locksmith's Knife — Wizard's Tight — Magical Candles / Lighter — Flash's Invisibility Cloak — Bottle with blonde hair[/font]

Actions: Move to room 6b, try to detect enemies as well as possible.

Interact with: no one
Mentioning: Percival Rainwood, Earl Grey
Open to interaction
Hex Code :

#787878 - English
#007029 - French
#004a0b - Latin

Things to rememeber:
Height : 4'5
Built: skinny
Weight: 65 lbs
Date: February 17, 2021

Michael frowned as he was ignored by Percy. That was rude. He looked away, pretending he was looking for the boy. The only thing that could have given him away was the pout on his lips. He bite the inside of his cheek as he thought.

Why did Percival act the way he did? Michael knew he wasn't the best. He didn't deceive the boy once, but Percy attacked him before they even knew each others name. Maybe he just wasn't sane. .

Michael frowned more, if Percy wasn't sane, why did he like the taller, older boy? Was he that werid? Desperate? That has to be better boys. . . like a certain pink haired boy he knew.

Michael blushed as he thought about Earl, they had been hanging out a lot lately, so much so that Michael had began to notice alot about him. Earl smelt different everytime he was around him, yet the same. Like he was ever-changing but still him. Michael smiled at that, Earl was ever changing, he had this thing if changing his hair almost everytime he saw someone with vibrant colored hair.

Michael snapped out of his thoughts, as he noticed people moving. The room was nearly empty. He gasped and followed, moving to the next room.

Action: Getting distracted, moving to room #2
Current Location: #1
Abilities: none
Stats: Stamina|8 Evasion|4 Strength| 6 Wisdom| 3 ArcPower|5 Accuracy| 4
Race: Werewolf