21 Aug 2018, 03:42
Lycanthropy
[Lycanthropy]
1.) Oliver Hart
2.) Alaska Remillae
3.) Mary Brown
4.) Phaedra Stavrou
5.) Celynne Flores
6.) Reid Kovacs
7.) Annabelle Wolfe
8.) Frost Cira
9.) Ava Silver
10.) Paracelsus Myth
11.) Bloom Silverton
Strange how little the children move during the day...
But there is always a predator willing to hunt in the dead of night.
"...Rictusempra," Solomon announced as 'dawn' broke. Reid would have to suffer and die. He would not be ready, they were never ready and while his writer might not notice *cough* *cough* *stare* he would be afflicted with a tumultuous laughter. "Another victim!" Solomon bellowed. "The wolf strikes again!"
They were wasting time fighting between each-other, it was certain at night that the wolf would slay one of them. During the day, they had a chance. Yes, the odds were against them but they were better than none. Slowly the wolve(s) were catching up in number. Slowly the wolve(s) would kill them all.
"You don't have long, night will come again" Solomon reminded them. This was the hard moment -- accusations. Ending someone's 'fun'. The suffering of torture via means of Rictusempra. But sometimes this was done for a 'greater good'. Ethics often only considered the perfect scenario. Survival is not always ethical. Survival is not always nice.
1.) Oliver Hart
2.) Alaska Remillae
3.) Mary Brown
4.) Phaedra Stavrou
5.) Celynne Flores
6.) Reid Kovacs
7.) Annabelle Wolfe
8.) Frost Cira
9.) Ava Silver
10.) Paracelsus Myth
11.) Bloom Silverton
Strange how little the children move during the day...
But there is always a predator willing to hunt in the dead of night.
"...Rictusempra," Solomon announced as 'dawn' broke. Reid would have to suffer and die. He would not be ready, they were never ready and while his writer might not notice *cough* *cough* *stare* he would be afflicted with a tumultuous laughter. "Another victim!" Solomon bellowed. "The wolf strikes again!"
They were wasting time fighting between each-other, it was certain at night that the wolf would slay one of them. During the day, they had a chance. Yes, the odds were against them but they were better than none. Slowly the wolve(s) were catching up in number. Slowly the wolve(s) would kill them all.
"You don't have long, night will come again" Solomon reminded them. This was the hard moment -- accusations. Ending someone's 'fun'. The suffering of torture via means of Rictusempra. But sometimes this was done for a 'greater good'. Ethics often only considered the perfect scenario. Survival is not always ethical. Survival is not always nice.
There is something about ambition, how it not only propels you but also defines you.
21 Aug 2018, 22:20
Lycanthropy
Oliver turned his head to Parcelsus, a cold look in his eye. His hair was shadowing out his face and he was trying to pull off his best attempt at being a cool criminal. "Hey you, eltrikity wizard. You killed Annabelle, the monster hunter. Seems like you was scared she was going to hunt you down, huh? Well I'm putting my reapers mark on you, and I'll be taking your purse when you hanging too," he told. Oliver wasn't one for muggle terms, never mind not knowing what an electrician was, he couldn't even pronounce electricity. He casted his vote on Parcelsus and kept his cold stare on him.
Thank god nobody smelled me.
Thank god nobody smelled me.
24 Aug 2018, 00:52
Lycanthropy
Cel panicked.
Who was there left? What if whoever else was accused was innocent? But she twitched toward Oliver as she heard him speak-- accusing... Parcel.
It wasn't a bad choice, she could see. Anabelle wasn't a were, that much was clear. And Parcel had killed her... what if he was the were? It would make sense; she could see it. If he was the were, and nobody else seemed to want to vote so much, then he could easily kill off all the innocents... including her, it seemed-- and accusing him would be in character, too. Would she be grieving for her partner now, or anxiously digging through the clues that she had uncovered before her death? One more was dead, and after the Hufflepuff had died, there were only eight of them left, one of which was the werewolf... maybe instead of creeping in the shadows, using his voice to kill off everyone in both day and night. "I agree with the thief," the girl spoke up in support. "You've killed my colleague-- but you won't escape me. She wasn't a were, and she must have been close to finding it... you." Yes, her vote was on him.
Who was there left? What if whoever else was accused was innocent? But she twitched toward Oliver as she heard him speak-- accusing... Parcel.
It wasn't a bad choice, she could see. Anabelle wasn't a were, that much was clear. And Parcel had killed her... what if he was the were? It would make sense; she could see it. If he was the were, and nobody else seemed to want to vote so much, then he could easily kill off all the innocents... including her, it seemed-- and accusing him would be in character, too. Would she be grieving for her partner now, or anxiously digging through the clues that she had uncovered before her death? One more was dead, and after the Hufflepuff had died, there were only eight of them left, one of which was the werewolf... maybe instead of creeping in the shadows, using his voice to kill off everyone in both day and night. "I agree with the thief," the girl spoke up in support. "You've killed my colleague-- but you won't escape me. She wasn't a were, and she must have been close to finding it... you." Yes, her vote was on him.