23 Aug 2022, 12:53
I know where you sleep...
Time: 3 am.Interacts with: @Jack Warren
Mentions: Tentmates
Mistakes were made for Jack Warren, friend of the strange fellow who seemed to inexplicably tolerate the youngest member of the Athanatos clan. Simple, foolish and cruel aptly described that youth in particular. In life Vladimir expounded upon his half brother's sadistic mischief. How he had taken a 'liking' for the Hufflepuff George Henry was beyond her but it mitigated her own risk.
She was not interested in George and she could not play her cruel games when Jürgen Hess was awake, sufficiently revealing to the malleable teen her secret. No, she was seeking Jack Warren in this case, petty enough to ruin the favor of another girl because she had denied her a kiss. She would approach Jack Warren, she knew where they had slept. It was a foolish choice to leave what was valued or at least what should be feigned so within her reach.
Upon her initial assessment of the presumed slumbering youth she would take in his features. Wholly average in terms of appearance and she would assume also pedigree. His value still was in what he had and who had him she reasoned as she gave him a 'gift'.
It was in her hair whatever it was, in the darkness hardly a silhouette as she reached over the Hufflepuff teen. Too thin and slender to be a slug, it was long and agile, it seemed to twist and writhe. Its many legs moving, causing its full length to undulate. If he did not stir, roused perhaps by the girl's intrusive presence she would drop the creature onto his chest, be it covered with a shirt or a blanket. If bare, even the hag might be traumatized, she would have the good sense to drop it alongside him. On the sheets or mattress and allow the creature to find respite within.
If he stirred, if he woke or if he was roused by the warning cry perhaps of a tentmate that noticed this invasion she would cease. She had a lie already formulated, one of need and want. Of what words she knew that could stir a masculine response, not of thus far unrequited love interest but rather of dangers he would need to assess or perhaps avoid if she failed to consider the depths of his cowardice.
Action: Going to wait here to see if Jack wakes up, she is going to curse him if he remains asleep. Otherwise she is going to do something else to him. I need to know if you have specific boundaries involving centipedes.
This is a cursed interaction, if ultimately successful this centipede would effect your character's mental faculties.
Last edited by Opeila Winters on 23 Aug 2022, 14:17, edited 1 time in total.
23 Aug 2022, 15:53
I know where you sleep...
Dreams of sugarplums dancing in a boy's head were somewhat too innocent for the likes of Jack Warren. Nor was the boy snuggly tucked into the warm and plush blankets of his bunk bed, but instead, he was sprawled across the mattress to take up every possible space. There was no room for Jesus, only Jack. Making his bed in the morning was always a hassle for the boy because he wouldn't have the covers anywhere near where they started the night before. Of course, that excludes the fact that Jack doesn't make his bed, but it would be a hassle.
Mouth ajar, the boy softly snored as he snoozed in a tent of sharks. Maybe he would be more careful if it wasn't the fact that he fancied himself invincible and untouchable by those around him. Within the bottomless dark pit that was Jack's mind, dreams of fame and fortune flashed in between thoughts of a certain Ravenclaw prefect.
As he lay on his back, arms wide, the boy was an open invitation for others to mess with him. A stranger's presence beside him would be wholly missed as the teenager was dilly-dallying around in the sandman's land. Only the occasional twitch or readjustment would give tell to the fact that Jackson Warren was indeed asleep rather than dead.
Centipede away, dear!
Action (or lack there of): Jack sleeps just how he lives, just loud enough to be annoying.
"Speak softly and carry a big stick; You will go far"
-Teddy Roosevelt
Stamina- 7| Evasion- 17| Strength- 12| Wisdom- 5| Arcane power- 7| Accuracy- 10
Abilities: Fearless & Charmer
23 Aug 2022, 17:06
I know where you sleep...
The centipede was long and glistening black. It had a sort of terrible grace, a dark beauty as its many legs moved rhythmically. A serpentine motion of the creature as it climbed upon Jack's bare flesh, along his vulnerable neck and the angle of his jaw. It would find a dark and snug place, inside his ear. Yes, his ear. He would feel perhaps a slight tickle as if someone had grazed their finger over his jawline and then... a sharp pain that would not rouse him from his oblivious slumber but would cause him to violently spasm as the creature plunged into his ear and broke its way through his eardrum that would immediately seal after it had breached this portal of entry. Yet hearing might sound a bit dull in that ear, if the boy even noticed or cared.Interacts with: @Jack Warren
Mentions: Tentmates
Something was now in his head, finding a nice warm place to rest within the confines of his skull. Marion would back away, she was not needed here as the creature would do its terrible works. It was a curse, a curse that preyed upon Jacks vulnerabilities in a way. You see, Jack Warren was a man of great rage and limited control even on the best of days. dark magic takes advantages of these short comings, these short cuts, these wants and yearnings, these moments of weakness and vulnerability.
When morning came as it did each day, Jack would have perhaps a slight ache in his ear that would fade away over the course of the morning. He would also have this stirring sense of agitation, this annoyance. Even the most pleasant of people seemed to grate on him, in fact the more pleasant, the greater effort to confine themselves to social niceties, the more vexing they were. They should just come out and say it, stop wasting both of their time! Then there were the indignant, the assholes, the posers and the general wastes of society. Jack saw them for what they were and just lacked the filter to abide by them any longer it would seem.
There were other changes, albeit not nearly as noticeable. A preference for meat, red meats in particular but any would do. An aversion to fruits, vegetables and grain, they all seemed to take on the taste of vinegar and piss. Akins would be proud.
The other was simply strange, a 'quirk' one might say. He had this urge to dig, inexplicably and exclusively at night. On the grounds, in the fields. There was always a place that would catch his eye and that evening he would feel simply compelled to dig. To dig until he reached his payload (to be described in another thread).
Marion would slink off to bed, rise the next day and the day after as if nothing had happened.
Jack has a concerning curse, something is in his head gnawing away.
- Increased anger and aggression (more prone to starting/picking fights or aggressively insisting on his 'way').
- An intense preference for meat, aversion to not meats.
- Dig a lot of holes.