Roleplaying as Casey Stone from Ilvermorny

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Campfire Camaraderie with @Rachel Greenford

Casey could tell this girl was really trying hard to make friends with him. As did everyone else he managed to escape from. Not that her efforts were in vain. Casey was just a quiet stiff with a lot of unfiltered baggage. Saying that though, he had to feel proud for being able to move a little bit past "small talk in an elevator" levels of socialising.

"Heh... Yeah, I'm American. Portland, Oregon since you're curious. And assuming you've put two and two together, I go to Ilvermorny."

It had been a while since he felt invested in talking about himself like this. It was hard to stop there. Giving in, he kept going, clearly chasing the social interaction a small part of him was clearly missing.

"Where I live, there's mountains nearby. My brother would take me hiking during weekends before I went to Ilvermorny. He taught me all kinds of things; how to climb, build up strength, being brave... All that stuff and things."

The more Casey talked, the more he could feel his bitter exterior melt into the blazing fire. It was almost symmetry - the fire in him was being smoldered by the one in front of him, lit by the ones who have drawn up this camp to bring people together. It was impossible to explain but Casey was finding a bizarre comfort from the feeling he was experiencing.

He talked about his mother's love for the Muggle world, how his potioneer father would let him try his concoctions and the strange stories that came from them, how his brother was simply amazing in every way, shape and form.

Casey was almost close to letting out a small laugh. When was the last time he talked at length about himself like this? He couldn't even remember. But it felt good.

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Stats: Stamina: 8 | Strength: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Wisdom: 6 | Arc Power: 6 | Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Fearless| Poison Resistance

Interacting with: @Opeila Winters
Closed to other interactions

Aaron is a Lovely Creature.

You are so incredibly beautiful, it is hard to take ones eyes off of you.

Aaron has a Calming Presence.

Your presence simply puts others at ease, if it is your carefree personality or the trust others have in you, the result is still the same. With you there, perhaps through your encouragement, your allies are able to better focus.

Interacting With: @Violeta Roux

Eli had found a place alone by the edge of the crowd that was forming around the bonfire, warming his hands on a cup of hot cocoa that he had acquired from the table at the side of the area that was free of ice and snow. Winter was his favourite season by far, there was so much potential for fun, frolics and plenty of time for misadventures but he did need a break from all the cold once in a while. Taking a sip of his cocoa and delighting in the warmth that shot through him inside and out, he took a look around at the gathered pupils. He recognised few, most of them being either younger or older than him and he doubted the older years would recognise him anyway. Running a hand self-consciously through his choppily done haircut he shifted awkwardly in his seat, suddenly becoming aware of just how sad he looked sitting there on his own when everyone else seemed to have someone to talk to.

Well not quite everyone. Upon a second scan of the crowd he noticed a girl staring into the flames that roared up before them all, taller than any bonfire he'd seen in the Muggle world. Not that he'd seen many, his parents had always been of the opinion that bonfires weren't quite safe for he and his sister to be around. Thinking back to himself as a whirlwind terror of a 9-year-old, Eli had to agree. Speaking to other boys - the delight that struck him when he thought the word "other" never ceased - still intimidated him, but he had been friends with enough girls to feel quite comfortable talking with them now. He rose from his spot, taking care to leave his cocoa somewhere that it wouldn't spill all over the cushions, and made his way over to sit beside her. She seemed young, younger than him and he flashed her a friendly smile, "Hi! I'm A-... I'm Eli!" He had only introduced himself to a handful of people using his new name before and he thought the thrill would never ever wear off, "How are you? Enjoying camp so far?"

17/07/2024

"english" "portuguese" "spanish" thoughts

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RPing as Zophyr Qethnis from Uagadou

Genderfluid, pronouns at the moment: they/them

☽ Kirundi | French | English | Swahili | Arabic | Tswana | Xhosa ☾

Date: July 17 2024 Time: Evening

Interacting with: Reuben Garcia, Lorelai Diniz @Mellani Miller, @Violeta Roux Mentioning: X

Zophyr had a very hard time trying not to laugh when they heard Reuben swear under their breath. It seemed they were indeed interrupting something, but now it was too late to go back. Which they had to admit they were very happy about, because they were way too curious about what exactly it was they were interrupting.

The girl Reuben was speaking to was named Lorelai Diniz, from Castelobruxo. As he introduced her, Zophyr's friend would not stop stumbling over his words. It was somehow even harder not to laugh. Zophyr was beginning to get an idea of what these two's relationship was.
"You as well, Lorelai," they replied when she spoke to them, the grin not leaving their face. "And yes, can confirm, I am most definitely the more annoying one between us. For sure." The dripping sarcasm was hard to miss, but Zophyr couldn't help teasing their friend.

"So - what're you guys up to?" They paused, glancing at their popcorn. "You want some?" They were clearly third wheeling here, but way too curious to leave now. Was this just a two way crush, or had they started dating? If so, why was Reuben not telling Zophyr? Hm, actually, maybe there was a good reason for that. Zophyr already teased him enough.

They hoped the two wouldn't mind them staying. But who could say no to popcorn? They couldn't make Zophyr leave now that they had offered snacks.

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Mentioning @Mahlioz Evethisaew, @Mellani Miller and @Violeta Roux
Calming Presence In Effect
Sign Language | #70bfef | Communication Cards | #ef70df
ACTION:
Being clumsy, embarrassed and rather noticeable.

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Ren quite liked the cold, and the snow from the false winter was a welcoming change to what the boy knew was an annoyingly humid British summer; though, summers in the UK were always humid according to his British cousins, and from the few more recent years he had spent here during Mahoutokoro’s off time, he knew how bad they were from firsthand experience; at least Japan heat was bearable.

Still, despite his love of the colder seasons, the roaring flames from the bonfire worked well to remove the chill that had settled comfortably into his bones and warm his frozen fingertips hidden within the sleeves of his thick brown jumper.

His red eyes scanned the mottling of students that had gathered in the area.
He had been quietly following his tentmates, of whom he had left with earlier - that was ‘had’ as in the past tense - and it had taken him all of five minutes to lose sight of them once he had left the secluded safety of the Yule Log tent; though, it wasn’t like the two he had left with had known he was following them… He just didn't want to get lost, and sticking to someone he knew vaguely was better than being stuck with a bunch of strangers.
Of course, that was exactly what happened anyways; now he was just awkwardly standing off to the side alone; at least he had a good view of the bonfire.

There was a safe and sleepy sort of ambiance to the space, the amber glow of the roaring flames and the small orbs of soft hazy light above head illuminating the space with a warmth that was much needed amongst all the cold and frost; a large patch of which was now gone, leaving soft dewy grass in its place.
The bonfire was massive, much bigger than any the boy had ever seen, and seemingly charmed to display a myriad of shapes in its multi-coloured flames. There was a wide range of seating too: tacky looking muggle folding chairs, wooden benches, cushions of almost every colour, loveseats, huge sprawling blankets and charmed tree’s turned fancy looking armchairs. There was a sickly sweet smell to the air too; burnt marshmallows and chocolate; key ingredients to s'mores, and from where he was standing, Ren could also see stations set up for food and drinks.
The occasional ‘BANG’ punctured the ambient sound of the crackling fire and chatting students, as kids of various ages set off charmed firecrackers that exploded into a selection of different kaleidoscopic colours, mimicking dragons and other things as they soared overhead. Some students even had personal hand-held sparklers seemingly charmed to change colours with their mood; Ren found himself getting one of those rather quickly, the sparks changing a happy, but calming colour.
Near the edge of the event, in a darker corner where the tree-grown chairs resided, was a handful of the more macabre and eager-eyed students clustered together, competing to see who could tell the scariest story; Ren liked to imagine that if Qrowley had been here, thats where they would be sat, out where the lighting was dimmer, and the occasional delighted and undelighted screams could be heard over the noises that lay closer to himself.

He was ready to give up looking when he spotted them; sitting huddled together in a way that Ren had come to learn was just their thing, was Ruben and Lorlai… and Zophyr.

Wait…
ZOPHYR?

Varying shades of embarrassment and horror exploded from the sparkler clutched in his hand, creating an eye-catching display of spewing sparks as Ren desperately tried to think of what to do and where to go.

Why on earth was Zophyr here? And why were they talking to the only people Ren recognised.

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17/07/24 | English | Arabic | Spanish |

Reuben noticed Lorelai blush while Reuben introduced her. He also noticed that Zophyr looked like he was about to burst out laughing, which made him join Lorelai in the blushing. Reuben definitely noticed the sarcasm in Zophyr's voice when they agreed that they were definitely the most annoying, but he had long learned to ignore his friend's sarcastic comments. "I'm glad we both agree on that."

Zophyr then proceeded to ask Lorelai and Reuben what they had been up to. "Well, we were going to talk to each other, but someone seemed to have interrupted that, so now we're talking to that someone.", he said in a teasing tone.

Zophyr then proceeded to offer popcorn, which Reuben could not for the life of him resist. "Some? I deserve all the popcorn for being such a good friend of yours, don't I?" Reuben had no shame in front of his friends, and he quickly proceeded to take a handful of popcorn from Zophyr and dumped it in his mouth. It tasted really good.

Reuben felt someone looking at him, and looked around. He quickly noticed his tentmate, Ren, looking quite lonely and in need of company. He seemed to have some kind of cracker with him which was changing colours and creating quite a show. "Hey Ren!" He waved at the other boy, grinning. "Come over!", he yelled. He did not want anyone to feel lonely or excluded and Ren looked quite lonely at the moment. He really hoped that Ren would come and join them.

Mentioning:

Zoph [@Mahlioz Evethisawe], Lorelai [@Violeta Roux], Ren [@Qrowley Beithir] :Interacting With

STA : 6 | EVA : 10 | WIS : 8 | ACC : 10 | ARC : 2 | STR : 4 |
Calming Presence | Evasive Maneuvers

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OOC: Calming presence in effect

Aston was hanging around the empty tent when he remembered the bonfire night, he has been looking forward to it for a few days now, fire and s'mores, just like the camping trips his father would take him on. Do most wizards even know about s'mores? Aston held on to that trail of thought as he dug through his bag for his pencils and sketchbook, and headed over to the fire.

Aston wore another one of his old clothes, a nine inch nails band t shirt and a pair of jeans, to the fire. He picked up a cup of hot cocoa and started searching for a place to sit. Not seeing any familiar faces Aston opted to see if someone he could make conversation with. The past year at Hogwarts has really helped with his whole "not knowing how to deal with people" thing.

Eventually Aston's eye got caught by a black haired girl sitting alone, sketching. Normally the slightly intimidating expression of the girl would have stopped Aston from talking to her but she was sketching, he was planning to sketch, She won't mind if I sit and sketch next to her right? Soon Aston stopped questioning himself and went to go sit next to the girl. "Hello, is it okay if I sit here and sketch? I'm Aston, a Hogwarts student." Aston said with a smile and a wave, standing waiting for the girl to -hopefully- say yes to his request.

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