8 Dec 2018, 19:14
Of Slumber parties and Secrets
Interaction with Daniel, Eris and Arya
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The young Gryffindor was a bit taken aback by the Slytherin boy's decision. He did not seem to be a social guy or that was the conclusion Alan got to. He maybe was in need of a friend or something but Alan did not want to bother him. If he would the blond Slytherin would most likely like him even less. He wondered what even his name was?
But now that he had nothing else to do he would turn around with an excited little jump, so that he was facing Arya and Eris. With a small wave towards their direction he ran over and gave Eris a suspicious look. ”You're not angry anymore I hope?” He asked her, giving her a small smile.
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9 Dec 2018, 15:52
Of Slumber parties and Secrets
Interactions: November Morsus and Xailah Alptraum
Green huffed at November quietly as he refused to let him down, wriggling wildly as he tried to slip out of the boy's arms. After several seconds, he slumped, collapsing on November's shoulder in defeat. "Fine, you big baby," he huffed, twisting around to sit on November's arms like a throne, putting his elbow atop his head for good measure. "There. You are now promoted to the official carrier of my personage. Onwards to the cabin," he directed.November Morsus wrote:"I will not let you down from here, I will never let you go again, in fact, I will run off into the woods and build a little cabin there where we shall live out the rest of our lives in peace and harmony together, forever."
He paused in his assault on November to blink in delight at Xailah's appearance, grinning, tilting his head upwards. With the light beaming from beneath his chin, it cast his face in a devilish glow. "Ah! Miz Alptraum. How delightful to see you here, it's been a while," he purred, foot drawing lazy circles in the air as if he were sitting on a throne, and not clutched in the arms of a boy who could carry him around the way he was carrying his own stuffed lion as they spoke.
Green hummed, leaning down to inspect Xailah's lion. "Oh, my, yes - it looks as if yours must have been made with a few missing stitches around the bend," he clicked his tongue, brow furrowing. Casting a surreptitious glance around, he whispered to her, "It's still early in the evening, you might be able to steal another... but it does make him the most unique of the bunch," he hummed, tilting his head. "And it gives him a bit of character, doesn't it? I'd go with Hans," he nodded, lowering his lion so that it bowed its head to Xailah's and shook its paw genteelly. "It's short, but distinguished. If you call him Benedict, people might end up calling him Ben, and then he'll be forced to eat them and get fat. And you can only have exactly one distinguishing flaw," he informed her, nodding solemnly. "So best to avoid that disaster."Xailah Alptraum wrote:"Oh you got one too?" She said, holding up her own plush friend. She looked at her lion, and then at Greens. " No fair, your lions face isn't all messed up." She furrowed her brow. "I got a goofy-looking Lion, but its fine. Its still cute." She said as she plucked a stray fuzz off of its mane. " I need a name for him though. Do you think he looks more like a Hans or a Benedict?"
He looked to November. "Say, shouldn't you have a rubber snake from your sleeping bag? We could build a two-headed chimera," he grinned, waggling the lion's tail at him.
"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
Encyclopedia Entry (and further history.)
Strength: 1; Agility: 12; Control: 10; Stamina: 7
11 Dec 2018, 17:35
Of Slumber parties and Secrets
Interactions: Rainer Green, Xailah Alptraum and Open!
November giggled as Green declared that his carrying him was now his official duty rather than something he chose himself, but carried out that duty with pride and joy, hugging the body of the smaller boy close as if he were his very own soft toy lion.
He beamed as Xailah returned their greeting, happily plopping down beside her on a cushioned sleeping bag, settling Green in his lap as if he were a tiny, fluffy Pekingese puppy. His eyes went wide as Xailah described the source of her miraculous clothes, and even wider as she offered to write back home for another set-... For him! "Oh-.... Oh, you couldn't mean that," he gasped, blinking large dark eyes at her, one hand lifting to his mouth in shock.
The source of his surprise and confusion became a bit clearer as Green compared lions with Xailah, then mentioned to November that he should have a snake. He shook his head at that, shrinking slightly into his oversized sweater. "Oh, I, um, I thought those were for the other children..." The good children, he thought but didn't dare speak. "A chimera would be lovely, though," he continued to mumble, voice soft, "though I do think that snakes are also perfectly wonderful, just the way they are..."
And it's a strange breed, a different kind of creature looks for love through the eye of a needle
Strength: 6 | Agility: 10 | Control: 10 | Stamina: 4
12 Dec 2018, 22:18
Of Slumber parties and Secrets
♠ Open To Interaction ♠
♦ Interacting With November Morsus, And Rainier Green ♦
"Oh-.... Oh, you couldn't mean that,"
She gave him a cheeky grin. "Oh but I do mean it! I think you deserve to be spoiled." This was true, she truly wanted to spoil him. She twisted her lions mane into little spikes, as she listened to Green speak. Yes he was right, Hans was probably the way to go.
"I hereby dub thee, Hans Felix Bartholomew!" She held up Hans triumphantly. "May you be blessed with they power to conquer my enemies." She squeezed his distorted little face, then placed him upon the brim of her hat. She then plucked at a blade of grass, watching light dance of each intricate vein. Her eyes then fell upon the pile of snacks that lay in between the rows of sleeping bags. She silently got up to check it out. She took Hans off of her hat and held him in her mouth by the nape of his neck, then in one sweeping motion she scooped up some treats into her hat.
Xailah made her way back to where Green and November were; snagging two bags of toys, on the way. She took what she wanted from her hat; a box of jellybeans and a chocolate frog, then proceeded to dump the rest of her findings onto Greens lap including the bags of toys. She placed her hat back on, and set Hans down beside her. "I agree, I think snakes are wonderful just as they are, too, but you wouldn't be changing the snakes if you used them to make a Chimera. You would be improving them." She opened her box of jellybeans, and took one out. It was a grey jellybean. She sniffed it, and dropped it in front of Hans. She continued this process for some time, until she got rid of all the Jellybeans that she did not like. "Snakes and Lions are feared by some. Combining them would create a creature that would terrify all. Fear is power. Don't you think the snakes deserve more power than they have already?" She said as she examined the box containing the chocolate frog.
Before me, you rightly tremble. But, fear is not what you owe me. You owe me awe....
Stamina: 12 ~ Evasion: 17 ~ Strength: 2 ~ Wisdom: 16 ~ Arcane Power: 4 ~ Accuracy: 17
Student Account: Martyr Daeva-Lazarus
15 Dec 2018, 10:05
Of Slumber parties and Secrets
To be frank, Anton Nagal couldn't remember which head of house invited him to the Gryffindor and Slytherin meet up. He wanted to say it was Professor Jensen, during one of their few odd-hour meetings in the Potions room while he worked, but he also talked plenty with the former Herbology professor, so it didn't surprise him if she invited him. It was this predicament that plagued him as he finished the few potion stuff he was working on in his office (away from the prying, needy fingers of students). Once cleaned up, the potion professor gathered his items and was headed out.Interactions: Professor Wright, Professor Jensen
He wasn't late. There was no such thing as being late. It was just... Professor Nagal preferred not to wander Hogwarts in the evening hours. It brought far too many painful memories back. These children, he figured, were lucky to know know of how much bloodshed stained the grass of their precious school. Once upon a time, Anton had felt that way, too. Now? Not so much. It was a different time now, a different world. He felt too disconnected. There had been way too many years between his tenure as a student and now.
Regardless, by the time Professor Nagal arrived, the party seemed to have already started. He quietly observed several groups of students mingling about, solitary students looming, and even one girl attempting to get Professor Jensen's attention. He pondered about it for a long moment as he stepped around children barely tall enough to reach the top shelf of a normal house and towards the adults. "Professor Wright," he gave the Gryffindor a polite smile as his eyes trailed towards the Slytherin head of house, "Professor Jensen." He paused; the title was strange. He shrugged it off; he was keeping it formal. There were too many annoying children around, and the Ravenclaw graduate would allow it to pass. There was always a time and place for something. This was the time for neither.
"Thank you for the invitation. I am well aware you didn't have to invite me along," he said simply to both female Head of Houses. He didn't have to be here. He was rather glad he made a good impression enough on other colleagues that he was invited to house-specific events.
15 Dec 2018, 18:52
Of Slumber parties and Secrets
| Interaction: @Alexx Helm | Open to interaction |
The ground made a crunching sound when he heard someone making their way towards him, he sensed or assumed it, as there wasn’t as nearly anyone close to him, unlike the individual that was now approaching his spot. Bellamy gave the subtle appearance that he wasn’t aware of his surroundings, though he undeniably knew that he had to be ready to hear what this unknown person had to say to him, ‘Hopefully this will be quick.’ When the rustling came to a close, the first thing he noticed when the person spoke was that the individual was a girl. Although, that was not what caught his attention, ‘another one?’ It was familiar sounds of french accent or just a piece of the language’s word being softly spoken by this girl. Turning his head towards her, Bellamy ceased the sounds of his mouth munching on the half-consumed bag of chips he laid between his legs.
Her facial features were pleasant and kind by the glance, she had the similar stereotype to some girls in society would call, ‘beautiful’ or even ideal to have, As they were somewhat unique features that made a person stand out from the rest. However her blue eyes to Bellamy were exceptionally more prominent than most, they were to be described to him as blue as the skies themselves, so vivid, She was nearly close to the colors of House Ravenclaw. In the end, despite the alluring color her eyes gave, he was still at a distance to anyone, rarely anyone was an exception in his mind. Nevertheless, he always gave the chance to hear what people needed to say to him as it was polite and expected of him to do, “Depends, do ya fully speak my language?” Smirking at the little test he threw upon the girl standing near him, he switched to his mother tongue to see how she would respond to it, “Pourquoi veux-tu me tenir compagnie?” Widening the bag he was previously eating from, Bellamy resumed devouring the chips that were in the bag. This little trail he placed the girl on would determine the outcome of her arrival, whether he would actually have an actual conversation with someone tonight or the plain fact that he would spend the rest of his night in solitude would be determined on how the girl responded.
Translations:
Pourquoi veux-tu me tenir compagnie? = Why do you want to keep me company?
♝ Bellamy O. Landon ♝
❝ Wolves don’t lose sleep over the opinions of sheep ❞
❝ Wolves don’t lose sleep over the opinions of sheep ❞
17 Dec 2018, 03:48
Of Slumber parties and Secrets
Interactions: November Morsus and Xailah Alptraum. Open.
Green settled back onto November with carefully, blushing briefly as the far taller boy sat him on his lap before making a conscious decision to make himself comfortable. "Of course the snakes and spiders and nonsense are for you. You're a child. Everybody gets one, now claim a few before all the intact ones are gone," he said, reaching over for an unattended pair to stuff them into November's shirt. He arranged the snake head carefully so that it shared November's collar, a tiny second head.
Nodding approvingly at Xailah's choice, he set his own stuffed lion beside hers. "I like that, Hans Felix Bartholomew. Dignified. A long line of fine feline fathers, no doubt; famous for furthering such fabulous folk as Hans Felix," he nodded. He stood briefly to grab a handful of jellybeans himself and a licorice whip, which he reached up to attempt to stuff into November's mouth, or, failing that, his nose.
"As for the chimera question, I suppose that is an excellent one... should one remain oneself, as one is now, or seek power at the risk of changing one's essence? Always a risky endeavor," he mused, looking between the two. "One may find that the consequence of getting what you wanted, is only having what you once wanted," he hummed. "But then, power is freedom, isn't it? So it should be... something you could exchange for whatever it is you want then."
"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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Strength: 1; Agility: 12; Control: 10; Stamina: 7
19 Dec 2018, 03:32
Of Slumber parties and Secrets
Interactions: @Bellamy Landon | open to othersAs if it seemed likely that Alexx would be capable of smiling any wider, she found it in her to do just that. If he had planned to turn her away with this, his plain would quickly foil, as she was fluent. She shook her head, laughing at his antics. "Your language? Je suppose que c'est plutôt notre langue." She sat down this time, facing towards him. "Suis-je censé avoir une raison pour la gentillesse? Eh bien, pour vous satisfaire, je veux juste." It was a simple statement, but nevertheless true. Alexx didn't have a reason as to why she did the things she did. She didn't feel as though she needed one. But the boy who demanded a reason left her with no choice, and if he did not like her answer, then so be it. She would smile at him anyway because that was simply the type of person was. Though the hint of sass was still humoring to most, so she didn't try to hide it. Yet, even after he challenged her to this game, she couldn't help but put up with it. She possessed waves that crashed against such tests, proving those around her wrong. The water that was Alexx fought and demanded for the time of day.
More to the case, she seemed much more interested now knowing that he, himself, was French. It was true, there were people here of French origins, but Alexx had only been blessed with the opportunity to meet less than a handful. It was exciting to be able to speak fluently in a language those around them could, with the exception of a lucky few, only vaguely understand. She couldn't deny using French to her benefit. She had sailed the world, seen most corners by this point, and heard just about every language under the sun, but never once had one compared to her own. No country was quite as beautiful as France. Not even the busy streets of New York came close. Of all the places she had seen, of all the people she had met, and of all the languages she had attempted, nothing was even comparable to her origins. The soft, gentle fields that resided in Chivaniac would always be held close to her heart, as she could find the scene nowhere else. The life her family lived, while exciting, kept her away from her beloved France for too long, yet she still referred to it as "home". With doors to her manor wide open anytime she wanted to go back, she would gladly run through those doors today, leaving everything behind to just be home with the family cat that the caretaker took care of, where she would stay in her room and never leave.
And the grounds of her school were hard and lonely, so she didn't much care for it. It was true, there probably wasn't much difference between the grasses of France and the ones at Hogwarts, but she had a bias that she wouldn't deny. The difference here would be that she was hopefully about to make a friend, which there weren't many kids in Chivaniac, much to her dismay. And even though she hadn't, before this portion of her life, enjoyed the company of others, she found herself having a natural glow when she smiled at someone, or even when she spoke. It was a feeling that she couldn't believe she missed out on. "However, if you insist on me furthering my reasons, I would say that you look rather lonely, and as a good citizen, I have taken it upon myself to be your company. Thank me later." She sarcastically followed up with her previous remarks, rolling her eyes. Naturally, she didn't mean that. Of course, he did look rather alone, but that was due to the fact that he was literally alone. Anyone who sections themselves off from anyone looks alone. And she did find it in her to make sure that he was enjoying himself, as Alexx cared for everyone in that way. Perhaps it was deemed to be more on the compassionate side, but she believed, in most cases, that she should balance her traits. There was nothing wrong with that, and she hoped the same appeal rubbed off on him, considering he was so insitant. It intruiged her, and she was unsure of what game he was playing at still, but she was indulged.
translation:
je suppose que c'est plutôt notre langue - i suppose it is rather our language
suis-je censé avoir une raison pour la gentillesse? - am i expected to have a reason for kindness?
eh bien, pour vous satisfaire, je veux juste - well, to indulge you, i just want to.
chill babe. we're all bad in someone's story.
29 Dec 2018, 08:19
Of Slumber parties and Secrets
Interactions: The group of professors and everyone else that spoke to them. Elena specifically.
Behind most of her house, Wolfie's feet dragged. She made it to the edge of the glen and stopped. From between the trees Wolfie took in the scene. Looked like four or five groups of people depending on how you divided them. One pile of what looked like snacks mirrored a box with what looked like pastries. Plenty of sleeping bags. Come to think of it the color of the bags probably represented Slytherin and Gryffindor sides. Wolfe blew warm air into her hands and tucked them into her jacket. She made for the Slytherin side.
She wanted some of those cupcakes. But she also had squad goals. She was going to literally die in Hogwarts without one. But it didn't make sense to recruit Gryffindors at the moment. She could just do that in her common room. No, this was a good opportunity to pick up some snooty pureblood from Slytherin. The squad needed at least one snoot because the key to a good squad was balance. Even if she didn't normally find much in common with them.
When she got to the cupcakes she opened the box and started munching on one. She realized by their arrangement only one other cupcake had been taken. So there were 22 currently. This was a slight problem as she wanted more than one. What to do. Well, if she took several, then offered them to others, and they declined she'd be forced to eat the leftovers. It was just logical. They couldn't go to waste after all. But who to offer them to? Who would be the most likely to decline? The professors. That was a good enough plan. Wolfie gathered six more cupcakes using a sleeping bag held taut as a makeshift tray and carefully headed over to her marks.
"Sup Elly." Wolfie greeted her friend first before addressing the others. It was becoming a habit bringing her friend food.
"No one is eating cupcakes. They're good." Wolfie held the bounty before the group. The tops of the cakes had smooshed together but they had otherwise arrived intact.
Wolfie generally found children her age dull. Recruiting from her year might prove difficult. Maybe some of the older kids. Or maybe she could recruit a professor into the squad. She smirked at the idea. Wright was too nice. Anton was too boring. Hjordis was ever so intimidating. She had a cool look too. Hmmm. She had potential. She was a little old though. Yeah. A little too old.
Strength: 5 Agility: 15 Control: 5 Stamina: 5
17 Jan 2019, 13:31
Of Slumber parties and Secrets
Why was he doing this?
Granted he had never been to a slumber party before and he was curious but... He was not the sociable type. He could interact well enough with his classmates for school work but this 'friends' thing; not his style.
He watched the scene in front of him. Rows and rows of sleeping bags lay on the ground with lanterns surrounding them. He was sleeping outside, on the ground. He'd volunteered to sleep outside, on the ground. What was wrong with him? He wanted to turn around and march right back downstairs to his bed in the dorm.
Reluctantly however, his feet dragged him forward towards the camp. He had never given up on anything in his life. He wasn't stopping now. Whats a little night outdoors? How bad could it be?
He watched as everyone gathered around the food blanket...socializing. Well, he had to learn to deal with people if he was to take over his father's company wasn't he? How hard could it be? It would be like greeting his father's business partners. Walk up to them, back straight, greet them and give them a firm handshake. Easy. Easy.
He approached the first person he saw, hanging at the corner alone. A straight back. "Luigi Largo. Pleasure to meet you." He held his hand straight in front of him.
Granted he had never been to a slumber party before and he was curious but... He was not the sociable type. He could interact well enough with his classmates for school work but this 'friends' thing; not his style.
He watched the scene in front of him. Rows and rows of sleeping bags lay on the ground with lanterns surrounding them. He was sleeping outside, on the ground. He'd volunteered to sleep outside, on the ground. What was wrong with him? He wanted to turn around and march right back downstairs to his bed in the dorm.
Reluctantly however, his feet dragged him forward towards the camp. He had never given up on anything in his life. He wasn't stopping now. Whats a little night outdoors? How bad could it be?
He watched as everyone gathered around the food blanket...socializing. Well, he had to learn to deal with people if he was to take over his father's company wasn't he? How hard could it be? It would be like greeting his father's business partners. Walk up to them, back straight, greet them and give them a firm handshake. Easy. Easy.
He approached the first person he saw, hanging at the corner alone. A straight back. "Luigi Largo. Pleasure to meet you." He held his hand straight in front of him.
Strength: 9
Agility: 7
Control: 5
Stamina: 9