29 Sep 2018, 08:42
Night Time Panic Attack
“It doesn’t matter whether or not there was mist or shadow. I’m not the best judge of who’s addled and who isn’t, anyway. I can’t see your face, and your voice tells me nothing. I may be foolish, by that doesn’t make me a fool. Besides, you’re claiming that the reason you are awake is because of a strangely brown beverage. And that’s why I should trust you? Do you realize how stupid that sounds? I don’t know what’s in that. You could be under the effects of a potion and not even know it.”
His throat was really starting to hurt, and the last thing he wanted to do was keep talking. Luckily the hospital wing was ahead of him, not even that far away any more. He would make it no problem and then dump off this omb in front of the door. The nurse would find him in the morning and this would finally be over. This stupid night full of sandpaper throats and death witches
He grumbled internally about speech, how it came so easily to others, how they’d had years of practicing and he had hardly ever said a word, and when he did only if it was as quiet as a tiny gust of wind, for fear of being discovered by any of the numerous beasts that stalked the magical swamps known as the fens. Why did people have to talk, anyway? They could all just stare at each other or write OWLs, couldn’t they? Who decided people had to use their mouths for anything besides eating in the first place?
“I claim you’re an untrustworthy source and you claim I’m in denial. This discussion isn’t going anywhere in a hurry.”
Hearing more about this ministry, Kaegen began to see a bit more clearly what they were. They were simply the gang on top, the tough guys that kept all the up and coming tough guys down. Like a wolf pack that had seized a territory and quelled any uprisings from other packs. They weren’t better, persay. Just stronger. The prefect didn’t agree with any of this, but he did accept it. It was how nature worked. It may not be fair, but it was justice, in a way. An unfair, wild sort of justice.
“They wouldn’t have to worry about following the rules, if they’re the ones making them. Inhuman prisons make sense, when you think about it. If the prisons are nice why would anyone not want to go there?”
When the omb mentioned that he could just dig a hole under a rock and crawl under, the prefect paused for just a second. The logic was there. The logic had been there and Kaegen had missed it. But the omb had seen it, seen it and pointed it out. It was a small seed to build any sort of respect off of, but the seed existed, and had just sprouted, just a little. The omb was smart, then. Smarter than the ravenclaw had ever given him credit for.
“You are not wrong. I think I’ll retract my previous statement. You do interest me after all, omb. Maybe there is still undamaged brain left in your head after all.”
His speech about emotions mostly made sense. It seemed almost impossible to Kaegen to be able to completely bottle up rage. That, at least, seemed like a pretty powerful emotion. Powerful enough to break free of any bottle you happened to attempt to trap it in. Rage was mighty and raging. How would you just press that away and ignore it? And what about happiness? From what he had gathered from limited exposure to that feeling, it felt nice. Really, really nice. Nice enough to want to feel it more, if only he knew how. Was the omb also pushing back those feelings?
And what about pain, did the omb not feel that any more? Considering the wincing, the prefect was severely doubting that the omb had that much power. Or maybe he just captured and released the emotions on a whim. That would make more sense, anyway. It would fit in with what he had just learned, and what he knew previously.
“Manners have nothing to do with this, I don’t think. So you pushed away all of your emotions? Even pain? Do you choose when to let that out?”
Locked away? Kaegen had never been locked away. The fens were just a difficult place to leave. The mists would confuse, the bog would shift. If he hadn’t followed the OWL out, the young boy doubted he ever would have seen anything but mist. Anything but the unknown. The unknown had sheltered him, but it was terrifying. A sheltering fear that enveloped him like a blanket. He was glad, in a way, to have come to hogwarts. But on the other hand, life in the fens was so much simpler.
“I wasn’t locked away. Just in the fens. I’m not even sure what you mean by inhuman any more. Elaborate, if you wouldn’t mind. Or even if you would, for that matter.”
From what he could gather from the long and rather boring speech and traumatic posting about stress and disorders, the omb was under a curse. If anything triggered it, he would zap into another dimension or something where he was forced to relive some scary thing. While he was zapped out, his body would freak out without a soul and slam into things. If kaegen was near, a simple knife to the leg would snap the omb out of it. Pretty simple, all in all.
“So if you start posting, I just stab you and you wake up? Is that it?
I’m not sure what take things to the word means, so I don’t think I’ll answer that one. Regardless, here we are. The hospital wing. If you live, I’ll see you sooner or later. If not, then this was all pointless. Goodbye.”
And dumping off the omb, the prefect stalked off in the direction of ravenclaw tower
His throat was really starting to hurt, and the last thing he wanted to do was keep talking. Luckily the hospital wing was ahead of him, not even that far away any more. He would make it no problem and then dump off this omb in front of the door. The nurse would find him in the morning and this would finally be over. This stupid night full of sandpaper throats and death witches
He grumbled internally about speech, how it came so easily to others, how they’d had years of practicing and he had hardly ever said a word, and when he did only if it was as quiet as a tiny gust of wind, for fear of being discovered by any of the numerous beasts that stalked the magical swamps known as the fens. Why did people have to talk, anyway? They could all just stare at each other or write OWLs, couldn’t they? Who decided people had to use their mouths for anything besides eating in the first place?
“I claim you’re an untrustworthy source and you claim I’m in denial. This discussion isn’t going anywhere in a hurry.”
Hearing more about this ministry, Kaegen began to see a bit more clearly what they were. They were simply the gang on top, the tough guys that kept all the up and coming tough guys down. Like a wolf pack that had seized a territory and quelled any uprisings from other packs. They weren’t better, persay. Just stronger. The prefect didn’t agree with any of this, but he did accept it. It was how nature worked. It may not be fair, but it was justice, in a way. An unfair, wild sort of justice.
“They wouldn’t have to worry about following the rules, if they’re the ones making them. Inhuman prisons make sense, when you think about it. If the prisons are nice why would anyone not want to go there?”
When the omb mentioned that he could just dig a hole under a rock and crawl under, the prefect paused for just a second. The logic was there. The logic had been there and Kaegen had missed it. But the omb had seen it, seen it and pointed it out. It was a small seed to build any sort of respect off of, but the seed existed, and had just sprouted, just a little. The omb was smart, then. Smarter than the ravenclaw had ever given him credit for.
“You are not wrong. I think I’ll retract my previous statement. You do interest me after all, omb. Maybe there is still undamaged brain left in your head after all.”
His speech about emotions mostly made sense. It seemed almost impossible to Kaegen to be able to completely bottle up rage. That, at least, seemed like a pretty powerful emotion. Powerful enough to break free of any bottle you happened to attempt to trap it in. Rage was mighty and raging. How would you just press that away and ignore it? And what about happiness? From what he had gathered from limited exposure to that feeling, it felt nice. Really, really nice. Nice enough to want to feel it more, if only he knew how. Was the omb also pushing back those feelings?
And what about pain, did the omb not feel that any more? Considering the wincing, the prefect was severely doubting that the omb had that much power. Or maybe he just captured and released the emotions on a whim. That would make more sense, anyway. It would fit in with what he had just learned, and what he knew previously.
“Manners have nothing to do with this, I don’t think. So you pushed away all of your emotions? Even pain? Do you choose when to let that out?”
Locked away? Kaegen had never been locked away. The fens were just a difficult place to leave. The mists would confuse, the bog would shift. If he hadn’t followed the OWL out, the young boy doubted he ever would have seen anything but mist. Anything but the unknown. The unknown had sheltered him, but it was terrifying. A sheltering fear that enveloped him like a blanket. He was glad, in a way, to have come to hogwarts. But on the other hand, life in the fens was so much simpler.
“I wasn’t locked away. Just in the fens. I’m not even sure what you mean by inhuman any more. Elaborate, if you wouldn’t mind. Or even if you would, for that matter.”
From what he could gather from the long and rather boring speech and traumatic posting about stress and disorders, the omb was under a curse. If anything triggered it, he would zap into another dimension or something where he was forced to relive some scary thing. While he was zapped out, his body would freak out without a soul and slam into things. If kaegen was near, a simple knife to the leg would snap the omb out of it. Pretty simple, all in all.
“So if you start posting, I just stab you and you wake up? Is that it?
I’m not sure what take things to the word means, so I don’t think I’ll answer that one. Regardless, here we are. The hospital wing. If you live, I’ll see you sooner or later. If not, then this was all pointless. Goodbye.”
And dumping off the omb, the prefect stalked off in the direction of ravenclaw tower
Reducio
Alright, so that's my exit. We can totally plot another thread in the future, this one was a TON of fun! He'll hear your last remarks as he's leaving, if you want to finish off with your closing post.
Shade-Beacon, Master of the Castle of Avarice
30 Sep 2018, 05:50
Night Time Panic Attack
“It doesn’t matter whether or not there was mist or shadow. I’m not the best judge of who’s addled and who isn’t, anyway. I can’t see your face, and your voice tells me nothing. I may be foolish, by that doesn’t make me a fool. Besides, you’re claiming that the reason you are awake is because of a strangely brown beverage. And that’s why I should trust you? Do you realize how stupid that sounds? I don’t know what’s in that. You could be under the effects of a potion and not even know it.”
He chuckled at the boy's response, still in denial, such is life, he'll see his eyes change sooner or later, but he already has considered Azaiah's answers about the fangs, and that was enough to get that untapped intelligence working. He didn't say anything about the fangs, no need to remind the boy, he knew already.
“I claim you’re an untrustworthy source and you claim I’m in denial. This discussion isn’t going anywhere in a hurry.”
"I don't mind, I've already planted doubt in your mind and that's enough to make anyone go crazy until they accept it, doubt is a powerful thing, I suggest using it against opponents", his comment sounded offhanded and nonchalant, but he knew the boy would be impacted, this was going to be fun.
“They wouldn’t have to worry about following the rules, if they’re the ones making them. Inhuman prisons make sense, when you think about it. If the prisons are nice why would anyone not want to go there?”
"Hm, you're right, and that's what's so pathetic, sometimes they don't even follow their own rules, but they still enforce them. They usually don't break the rules though, since they're the ones who made the rules, they'd truly believe those rules are right, would they not?" he was pleased about the comment the boy made, everyone knew it, but he spoke it out loud, and despite how naïve he was he figured it out. He had intelligence under there, it was just untapped.
The boy was listening somewhat, though his voice was scratchy, he obviously wasn't used to talking so much.
“You are not wrong. I think I’ll retract my previous statement. You do interest me after all, omb. Maybe there is still undamaged brain left in your head after all,” a flash of respect passed through the Ravenclaw's eyes.
Azaiah just deadpanned, all he had to do to gain respect from this boy was to make logical responses to his ignorance of the world instead of explaining them....pathetic, but you take what you get. He'd still explain if it was important of course, but he now knew how to build up respect from the boy, and accomplishment of it's own.
“Manners have nothing to do with this, I don’t think. So you pushed away all of your emotions? Even pain? Do you choose when to let that out?”
"Yes, basically, it helps my thinking become more clear, less foggy like it is now, I can't push away pain, that's physical, not mental, but due to my...past experiences, I can endure most pain. I can choose to let them out, but I try not to unless it benefits me or amuses me in a way, that doesn't mean they don't come out when they want to, if you bottle up too much, the top comes off, and than the full brunt of the withheld emotions come out, not a good experience, but better then having to deal with it every day." He smirked, the boy was asking how it works, means he's more interested now. He was happy to give the info the boy wanted, except anything that would be harmful to he himself of course.
“I wasn’t locked away. Just in the fens. I’m not even sure what you mean by inhuman any more. Elaborate, if you wouldn’t mind. Or even if you would, for that matter.”
"...curious,"he mused on the boy's response, then continued, "I would be happy to elaborate, inhumans mean anything that has the ability to think and plan things out, sentient, such as vampires, werewolves, and such," he quite enjoyed teaching the Ravenclaw new things, odd since said Ravenclaw was older then him, but Azaiah's maturity surpassed most first years and this boy's, quite convenient.
“So if you start posting, I just stab you and you wake up? Is that it?"
"..Ah, I'd prefer not to get injured, but if shaking or slapping me doesn't work than I'd be ok with that, you have to take responsibility if you get in trouble for such a thing though, just do it if you see me panicking like before." he shrugged, he could deal with pain, and it most likely be more effective then shaking him, just wasn't such a good thing to do in public, but whatever.
"I’m not sure what take things to the word means, so I don’t think I’ll answer that one. Regardless, here we are. The hospital wing. If you live, I’ll see you sooner or later. If not, then this was all pointless. Goodbye.” he was then dumped in front of a door, most likely the hospital wing. He scowled after the boy, but it quickly turned to a wide grin.
Oh this will be fun...so very fun, he was practically giddy with excitement....and sugar.
He stayed up through the night, absently refilling and drinking his Dr. Pepper, and going over this flood of new info in his mind palace, sorting it accordingly.
A teacher soon came across him and he was scolded, until he pointed to the injury on his head, which was crusted with blood, and absently muttering, "Concussion". That was all the teacher needed before opening the door to the hospital wing and rushing to get the nurse. When the nurse came in and started fussing over him he allowed to let his mind slip into sweeet, sweet darkness.
He had no nightmares that day.
He chuckled at the boy's response, still in denial, such is life, he'll see his eyes change sooner or later, but he already has considered Azaiah's answers about the fangs, and that was enough to get that untapped intelligence working. He didn't say anything about the fangs, no need to remind the boy, he knew already.
“I claim you’re an untrustworthy source and you claim I’m in denial. This discussion isn’t going anywhere in a hurry.”
"I don't mind, I've already planted doubt in your mind and that's enough to make anyone go crazy until they accept it, doubt is a powerful thing, I suggest using it against opponents", his comment sounded offhanded and nonchalant, but he knew the boy would be impacted, this was going to be fun.
“They wouldn’t have to worry about following the rules, if they’re the ones making them. Inhuman prisons make sense, when you think about it. If the prisons are nice why would anyone not want to go there?”
"Hm, you're right, and that's what's so pathetic, sometimes they don't even follow their own rules, but they still enforce them. They usually don't break the rules though, since they're the ones who made the rules, they'd truly believe those rules are right, would they not?" he was pleased about the comment the boy made, everyone knew it, but he spoke it out loud, and despite how naïve he was he figured it out. He had intelligence under there, it was just untapped.
The boy was listening somewhat, though his voice was scratchy, he obviously wasn't used to talking so much.
“You are not wrong. I think I’ll retract my previous statement. You do interest me after all, omb. Maybe there is still undamaged brain left in your head after all,” a flash of respect passed through the Ravenclaw's eyes.
Azaiah just deadpanned, all he had to do to gain respect from this boy was to make logical responses to his ignorance of the world instead of explaining them....pathetic, but you take what you get. He'd still explain if it was important of course, but he now knew how to build up respect from the boy, and accomplishment of it's own.
“Manners have nothing to do with this, I don’t think. So you pushed away all of your emotions? Even pain? Do you choose when to let that out?”
"Yes, basically, it helps my thinking become more clear, less foggy like it is now, I can't push away pain, that's physical, not mental, but due to my...past experiences, I can endure most pain. I can choose to let them out, but I try not to unless it benefits me or amuses me in a way, that doesn't mean they don't come out when they want to, if you bottle up too much, the top comes off, and than the full brunt of the withheld emotions come out, not a good experience, but better then having to deal with it every day." He smirked, the boy was asking how it works, means he's more interested now. He was happy to give the info the boy wanted, except anything that would be harmful to he himself of course.
“I wasn’t locked away. Just in the fens. I’m not even sure what you mean by inhuman any more. Elaborate, if you wouldn’t mind. Or even if you would, for that matter.”
"...curious,"he mused on the boy's response, then continued, "I would be happy to elaborate, inhumans mean anything that has the ability to think and plan things out, sentient, such as vampires, werewolves, and such," he quite enjoyed teaching the Ravenclaw new things, odd since said Ravenclaw was older then him, but Azaiah's maturity surpassed most first years and this boy's, quite convenient.
“So if you start posting, I just stab you and you wake up? Is that it?"
"..Ah, I'd prefer not to get injured, but if shaking or slapping me doesn't work than I'd be ok with that, you have to take responsibility if you get in trouble for such a thing though, just do it if you see me panicking like before." he shrugged, he could deal with pain, and it most likely be more effective then shaking him, just wasn't such a good thing to do in public, but whatever.
"I’m not sure what take things to the word means, so I don’t think I’ll answer that one. Regardless, here we are. The hospital wing. If you live, I’ll see you sooner or later. If not, then this was all pointless. Goodbye.” he was then dumped in front of a door, most likely the hospital wing. He scowled after the boy, but it quickly turned to a wide grin.
Oh this will be fun...so very fun, he was practically giddy with excitement....and sugar.
He stayed up through the night, absently refilling and drinking his Dr. Pepper, and going over this flood of new info in his mind palace, sorting it accordingly.
A teacher soon came across him and he was scolded, until he pointed to the injury on his head, which was crusted with blood, and absently muttering, "Concussion". That was all the teacher needed before opening the door to the hospital wing and rushing to get the nurse. When the nurse came in and started fussing over him he allowed to let his mind slip into sweeet, sweet darkness.
He had no nightmares that day.
A.M