7 Oct 2020, 17:59
From the Deep
|| Open to Interaction ||
interacting with @Thomas Lestrange and @Evelynn Decipio
For the most part of the journey with the boat the older of the Forsberg siblings had stayed completely quiet as his arm rested on the side of the boat as his gaze seemingly drifted about with a sense of disinterest. But below the surface of giving a performance of cold apathy the teenager was alert of their surroundings; scrutinizing about everyone he had passed and constantly ready to hex someone to the moon. As he had entered the boat previously he had merely given Greta and his sister a nod but he knew what was at stake and he had reason to be careful. Someone had been going through Ella's stuff during the summer and he had yet to tell her even though he did not want her to worry about things like those. It however was worrisome that they even had managed to break in without alerting any of the animals they kept and that none of the protective spells had gone off. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared into the distance and towards the castle that would grow taller the closer they got to it. He was all too sure that something big was going to happen. There was an eerie feeling to this trip beside the fact he had never even been at this school before. But rumors spread fast like wildfires and he had certainly heard of them when he had researched this school. The students of it did not really seem like a threat to him and he could shudder at the thought of possibly having to share a dining chamber with a bunch of muggle borns. The shame of the two worlds studying as one. He wondered exactly how many of the students he would already see at the shore were of muggle blood, only to be pulled out of his thoughts when he overheard bits of conversation from his sister and Greta. He already knew that Ella would take great offense to the fact that Greta dared to call hockey silly and he also knew that probably a tirade would follow about how amazing the sport was. He would send Greta a glance, stifling a sigh as he mentally prepared for the monologue about hockey that would probably follow.
[Swedish] "Yeah,", he muttered at Greta's conclusion about shinny, "It's basically a light version of the game I would say. Comparable to Quidditch without bludgers and blatching." He had to listen to his sister go on and on about hockey and anything related to the muggle sport that despite his attempts to stay away from anything muggle, he had gathered a large amount of knowledge of the specific sport. Sometimes Ella would even drag him along to see some of the games and his parents forced him to tag along as well. To be fair he often ended up actually watching the game but he usually would not display it openly, after all it would be a shame if someone saw him enjoy something muggle.
This is a sub account tied to: Alan Vanes
7 Oct 2020, 19:12
From the Deep
Russian in Red
French in blue
Spanish in green
German in orange
English in brown
Open to interactions
interacting: Greta Fransson @Evelynn Decipio | Ella Forsberg @Thomas Lestrange | Nichlas Forsberg @Alan Vanes
Walking away from the older student that he just insulted and getting onto a boat, he couldn't help but noticed the other three on his boat. Two were silbings and the other was Greta Fransson who was on the Dumstrang quidditch team. Charles kept his distance as he watched them talk about quidditch and another sport. Charles would have interrupted their conversation or join in himself but after insulting that Dumstrang and thinking about his friends in different schools, he surprisingly wasn't in the mood.
Was it sad that the boy didn't have any Dumstrang friends but friends in different houses, a bit and was it worse that he would insult or interrupt others just to feel like he wasn't forgotten maybe but Charles never thought about it much. He really didn't care if he had friends at the school or not, mostly because his first year there he spent with his older brother and his friends but after that summer after his first year and his family completely forgetting him, the bot didn't have anyone at Dumstrang during his second year and his third year was really the same.
Did Charles envy the relationship between the two siblings on his boat, definitely and would he say something not this time only because if he did then he would be focus on his own brother, the one after his first year forgot him and would torment him. Charles clenched his fist a bit as he muttered his his breath " don't," He made it a point to avoid the three and the only time he interacted was when he got on and smiled at them besides from that he stood behind them as he stared at Hogwarts and while he didn't much care about visiting the school, he was beyond happy to be seeing his friends from the other schools.
Charles couldn't help but already imagine the good and bad of the place it was force of habit and one that the boy would never forget as he heard fragments of the other three conversation comparing shinny/hockey with quidditch while he didn't know the language. Charles understands it a bit from his brother learning and speaking it at home when Charles failed to learn it himself, technically he didn't fail or at least he did it on purpose since he was getting rather tried of learning languages.
Charles swore he wasn't going to speak to them but the social boy who was offended forgotten at home couldn't help himself as he spoke in broken and rather terrible swedish " why are you guys talking about quidditch and muggle sport," Charles was the best at it but at least he got his point across and hoping they understood Russian he continued " what's the point of that game anyway? Standing on ice with sticks, kind of stupid if you ask me. The only interesting part is if the ice broke and someone fell in maybe someone on the quidditch team," Charles gave the quidditch player a half smile as his voice was hinted with some sarcasm.
Charles did like quidditch but he didn't make the team since during his tryout he never passed the Quaffle and also insulted the other players a bit or a lot, but needless the boy still enjoyed the sport and preferred it over broom racing even through if it wasn't because of his spot on the team then he wouldn't have been there because of all the trouble he causes at Dumstrang.
Last edited by Henry Knight on 9 Nov 2020, 15:46, edited 1 time in total.
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
8 Oct 2020, 00:51
From the Deep
They were finally reaching the stony shoreline. Choppy waters and swaying boats. The floor would grind against the earth and her hands would grip the bow. With a rough yank she would pull the vessel onto embankment.
More pretty boys, what was it with wizards and modeling? She addressed him, he gave her a snarky answer. ”Crappy entrance for crappy place.” Yefim Rumyantseu (@Flash Holmwood) replied with a sneer, one that she swiftly studied as she relinquished her grip on the boat and allowed it to violently rock if he did not take care. ”You lookin’ for trouble? Punk?”
"Aint afraid of it Waspy," she retorted. In fact she relished it. She was not threatening him but she was not one to back down either. She was confident in her strength and her endurance, she had been preparing herself to take on giants. Yefim in comparison was but a little man.
One of Yefrim's friends, or one could presume came rushing over. She did not recognize Yefrim outside the quidditch Pitch but she would der Niffler (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood
), his pallid features were an obvious give away for even the most forgetful. She had seen them sadly fail to take down the house of dark wizards, Hufflepuff. She had no idea what he was saying it was fast and absolutely gibberish. Then out of nowhere she would hear a phrase she vaguely understood despite the (presumably) heavy accent. “Hallo, girl,”
"Hello Quidditch boy?" He likely knew all three of those words, but who knew! A modicum of effort at the very least as she glanced at the ships still being lowered into the waters.
Some weirdo shown up -- @Galton Lansdale. She knew him somewhat, she knew more of him than actually him. They had interfaced once, he was highly impressionable. Very very stupid. He was also feral and unhinged per some recounts of his behavior last year. He had attacked several students, displaying cannibalistic tendencies. A midget giant. Low threat obviously.
Another Durmstrang student was still on the boat, in the rear, Mikael Halldorson (@Percival Rainwood). "This will be interesting," the rubber-necker announced. Erin craned her neck to the side to look around Yefrim. "Always is 'hun, staying on or being cast back out to sea?"
More pretty boys, what was it with wizards and modeling? She addressed him, he gave her a snarky answer. ”Crappy entrance for crappy place.” Yefim Rumyantseu (@Flash Holmwood) replied with a sneer, one that she swiftly studied as she relinquished her grip on the boat and allowed it to violently rock if he did not take care. ”You lookin’ for trouble? Punk?”
"Aint afraid of it Waspy," she retorted. In fact she relished it. She was not threatening him but she was not one to back down either. She was confident in her strength and her endurance, she had been preparing herself to take on giants. Yefim in comparison was but a little man.
One of Yefrim's friends, or one could presume came rushing over. She did not recognize Yefrim outside the quidditch Pitch but she would der Niffler (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood
), his pallid features were an obvious give away for even the most forgetful. She had seen them sadly fail to take down the house of dark wizards, Hufflepuff. She had no idea what he was saying it was fast and absolutely gibberish. Then out of nowhere she would hear a phrase she vaguely understood despite the (presumably) heavy accent. “Hallo, girl,”
"Hello Quidditch boy?" He likely knew all three of those words, but who knew! A modicum of effort at the very least as she glanced at the ships still being lowered into the waters.
Some weirdo shown up -- @Galton Lansdale. She knew him somewhat, she knew more of him than actually him. They had interfaced once, he was highly impressionable. Very very stupid. He was also feral and unhinged per some recounts of his behavior last year. He had attacked several students, displaying cannibalistic tendencies. A midget giant. Low threat obviously.
Another Durmstrang student was still on the boat, in the rear, Mikael Halldorson (@Percival Rainwood). "This will be interesting," the rubber-necker announced. Erin craned her neck to the side to look around Yefrim. "Always is 'hun, staying on or being cast back out to sea?"
Just a trick of the lighting they said...
9 Oct 2020, 01:59
From the Deep
Interacting with @Reid Kovacs [Illya Yornikovych], @Thomas Lestrange [Ella Forsberg], and @Henry Knight [Charles Alluring]
Sasha had a sour taste in his mouth.
"Hold that thought, Illya," He said, raising a finger to his friend.
It wasn't easy being so far away from home, from the world he knew. Knowing that he'd never see a draft day the way that some of his friends would because he had to go to some mysterious boarding school in- "in Sweden, or Norway, or something like that". And to hear the words coming out of this kid's mouth right now-
"No professional would play on ice that you can fall through, everyone knows that," Sasha snarked, walking up to stand next to Ella. "Vähämielinen," Usually, he was quite nicer, but Ella was right, it wasn't a bad day for a game. Yet that wasn't what they were here for, and it would be another few weeks before he was caught up with everything enough to even hit the ice.
Sasha crossed his arms and looked the kid up and down. "As if there isn't enough injury in the game already. Someone's definitely never seen a scrum in live-action." Sasha did not bother speaking Russian, although he was fluent (thanks to his mother's side), he wasn't about to try to converse with this... Kid, in what he assumed was his own language. He would not give him the satisfaction.
Turning to Ella, he offered her a fond smile. "I pity the elitists who do not know the thrill of muggle sports," He knew many blood elitists went to Durmstrang. They were everywhere; you couldn't escape those types. He was sure Hogwarts even had their own, but he wasn't looking forward to finding out who they were. "Illya and I were just about to get going, wanna join?"
Translation: Vähämielinen - imbecile
chill babe. we're all bad in someone's story.
9 Oct 2020, 22:07
From the Deep
Wait, maybe his English had been off after all. He was sure when a cool guy said something like ‘you lookin’ for trouble?’ that the other person was supposed to cower or beg to be spared, but instead she was like ‘yeah’. He could do little more than look confused. Perhaps she was a ‘punk’, and he was a ‘waspy’, he had no clue. Maybe he had accidentally complimented her.
Regardless, her letting go of the bow had him struggling to keep his footing. It wasn’t well planted to begin with, so he was lucky they were technically on land. Mik mostly just seemed exhausted, but Niffler was right alongside him, starting to talk to the girl too. She seemed to recognize him in some fashion, though it probably wasn’t hard to recognize the albino seeker from the international Quidditch final. He stood out a bit.
”Listen here, Punky. If you know trouble then give it over.” While slightly less confident in his choice of words, he said it assuredly. ”Giants. Goblins. Monsters. You people keeping them safe.”
Nearly tipping the boat over with an enthusiastic accusatory point, Yefim waved his arms around to gain enough balance to jump off the rowboat on to the the shore. He momentarily looked back to see what Mik and Niff were up to, and would grin or frown accordingly before turning back to the buff chick.
”I’m gonna make them wish they were dead!” That one was a direct movie quote, so no chance of that one failing. Pronouncing everything was a bit difficult though, English always came out feeling like he was trying to talk while chewing on marbles.
Interacting with: @Erin Ryan @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood @Percival Rainwood
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
10 Oct 2020, 00:38
From the Deep
Tangible trouble. He wanted her to give him the trouble. She looked down at her hand and made a fist. Is this trouble? "If you want to skip the usual song and dance," probably won't translate the cleanest to his marble dialect. The ship swayed as she cracked her knuckles, the audible snap could be heard over the sloshing water.
She reached out to grab his collar. She had to admit, if nothing else, Durmstrang students were efficient. That was until he spoke with his snowman accent, it was hard to understand the words that came out of his mouth. She did catch the word -- goblins and giants.
”Giants. Goblins. Monsters. You people keeping them safe.”
No punch, an open palm to the chest that may or may not push him into the water rather than knock his lights out. "Someone needs to," she was obviously misunderstanding the foreigner. The language barrier an issue, he had appealed to her odd want to be a hero. She was protecting them from the giants. Not the goblins, they were not dangerous. Or were they? Something to consider at a later time. They were the most midget-like of the creatures housed in Hogwarts. Could it be that the great and the small are truly a threat?
”I’m gonna make them wish they were dead!”
If he was still standing in the boat or otherwise:
"So finish ?" Finish the fight that is. was she the one that was supposed to be dead? She was not sure. She would cock her mouth to the side, her brow furrowed in confusion. She would push at him a second time. "Is this how your people say HELLO?"
If he was in the shallow waters just off shore:
"You're weird." Pot meet kettle.
She reached out to grab his collar. She had to admit, if nothing else, Durmstrang students were efficient. That was until he spoke with his snowman accent, it was hard to understand the words that came out of his mouth. She did catch the word -- goblins and giants.
”Giants. Goblins. Monsters. You people keeping them safe.”
No punch, an open palm to the chest that may or may not push him into the water rather than knock his lights out. "Someone needs to," she was obviously misunderstanding the foreigner. The language barrier an issue, he had appealed to her odd want to be a hero. She was protecting them from the giants. Not the goblins, they were not dangerous. Or were they? Something to consider at a later time. They were the most midget-like of the creatures housed in Hogwarts. Could it be that the great and the small are truly a threat?
”I’m gonna make them wish they were dead!”
If he was still standing in the boat or otherwise:
"So finish ?" Finish the fight that is. was she the one that was supposed to be dead? She was not sure. She would cock her mouth to the side, her brow furrowed in confusion. She would push at him a second time. "Is this how your people say HELLO?"
If he was in the shallow waters just off shore:
"You're weird." Pot meet kettle.
Just a trick of the lighting they said...
13 Oct 2020, 13:53
From the Deep
In response, the girl was offering a knuckle sandwich, though Yefim was sure she was not a goblin or a giant. Perhaps something else, if she still felt like defending them? It didn’t matter how shredded she was, Yefim wasn’t scared of anyone. Still, he wasn’t the fastest gun in the west, and she snatched him up by his collar then shoved him back hard towards the murky water. He wasn’t so caught off guard that he stumbled butt-first into the unforgiving silt, but taking big steps back to maintain his balance assured that his cool shoes got thoroughly submerged and soaked through. That was going to ruin his day.
She seemed adamant, a single beautiful bastion sent specifically to stop Yefim from his tirade, certainly. Someone must have heard of his immense power and sent her to silence him. Perhaps that stupid giant captain and his shrimpy stooge, sending a ripped goddess to do their dirty work. Made him sick! ‘Weird’, was he?!
”Weird is stupid giant! Weird is muscle girl stops me!” Yefim yelled back, trudging laboriously back to her side. Instead of at her, he would look at Niffler and Mikhael, tired of trying to speak English. [”Tell her that nothing is going to stop me! I ain’t afraid to hit a girl! Especially not her!”]
With that, Yefim turned back to her and aimed his righteous fist at her gorgeous face.
”HELLO!”
Interacting with: @Erin Ryan @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood(as Niff) @Percival Rainwood(as Mik)
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
14 Oct 2020, 16:20
From the Deep
Interactions:@Erin RyanMentions:@Galton Lansdale
The spiky haired student had been bored and decided to walk around the grounds randomly. They had nothing to do, and apparently the Durmstrang students were arriving, Jay made a mental note to greet them later, perhaps there would be a few interesting figures to meet. Hopefully the lot knew a bit of english, Jay had no knowledge of the Russian language at all. Just as they started to near the lake they saw a guy in his school robes and a party hat? Birthday boy perhaps? Or just crazy?
Jay decided to follow him to see where he goes, they realized it was the rumoured crazy boy. They couldn't remember his name, and Jay has never directly interacted with him. This guy was certainly an interesting figure worth talking to. They saw a few others at the shore and one girl in which the guy was interacting with, Jay got the impression that her and the guy knew each other. Jay then heard the guy yell "welcome boat kids", she couldn't tell if he was joking or not.... hopefully he was.
They then walked towards the two, "Hello, is he mad or something?Jay casually asked the Hogwarts student with indigo hair.
I’m back. Jay or Deplorable ooc. Owls open for threads.
14 Oct 2020, 19:10
From the Deep
Weird is the Dumb Stange people.Interacts with: @Jane Victoria [Jay], @Flash Holmwood [Yefim]
Mentions: @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood [Niffler]
She pushed Yefim back, back towards the lake from whence he came. The sloshing of blackened waters, murky about his feet, the waves lapped at his pantlegs. The aggression was a pleasant diversion from small talk, that useless drivel that is usually exchanged. An obligation per their social contract.
She had no idea what he said to ghost boy, Niffler. It was gibberish to the girl. However she recognized the posture he had taken, clenched fist and a fighter's stance.
HELLO
She knew that word at the very least. Tit for tat. The clash of titans. At the very least the weird Russian school had balls. She curled her fingers into her palm. Her hand was small. She was fearless and perhaps foolish. There were three of them and one of her. Of course only one of them had thus far given her a greeting.
No attempt to dodge. The girl was more like a juggernaut than a young woman. The ache, even the break of bone hardly bothered her any longer. In fact, she sought it. A diversion from the monotony. One of the few things that reminded the girl that she was still alive. That this was not a dream, a delusion.
If it hurt, all the better. She would let out a laugh, a glint in her eye. If there was blood, Lord there better be blood.... she would wipe it away with her forearm. A fist already made and then she would return the favor with her considerable might.
"HELLO"
"Hello, is he mad or something?"
If Yefrim was still standing or knocked into the water, she would reply to Jay the same. "This is how they say hello, bunch of weirdos..." She would massage her punching hand in her other. He had a hard head.
Just a trick of the lighting they said...
17 Oct 2020, 08:11
From the Deep
[“Tell her that nothing is going to stop me!”] cried Yefim. Niffler’s English was even more broken than Yefim’s, but nonetheless, his friend had asked him to help...
“He wons! You nothing stop!” spat Valentin, nodding to Yefim in response to the other boy’s gaze. This burly ox girl– she was trying to push Yefim, not once but twice, and never had Valentin failed to back up Yefim in a fight. Not in St. Mungos, nor anywhere else. He certainly would not fail here. That is, he would not fail to try. This time his bones were not already shattered at the beginning of the fight, so he had to show Yefim that his aim was indeed true. Valentin needed to show his friend that Nif was not a star seeker for nothing and that those fiascos with the half-giant were statistically inevitable flukes.
“Muscle wart girl!” yelled Niffler, copying Yefim’s insults. “You cry now!” Running at Erin with his fist outstretched, Valentin growled like an angry kitten. With his [security blanket] broom strapped to his back, Niffler's confidence could not be shaken, (though there was always a possibility that he would comically fail to hit a stationary target…)
But no. Valentin was mad that he had failed to hit his targets in the hospital and would compensate with extreme precision no matter how ill-advised the altercation or target. Unleashing all of his [2] strength Niffler punched Erin’s center of mass with the accuracy of an elite violinist hitting a perfect high note. For all his enthusiasm and precision, however, Valentin was but a lightweight with a sports-driven eating disorder. The pathetic force behind his punch was more likely to inspire laughter than fear in any onlookers, but would anyone grasp just how perfectly he had hit his (completely stationary) target??In the end, the result was: 33d20 : 20 + 10 ACC + 3 broom
@Flash Holmwood @Erin Ryan