20 Feb 2024, 03:51
The New Dark Lord
The boy looked at the train, he was going to sit in a compartment, the same one he sat in the year before but it was full. Damned humans thinking everything belonged to them. He walked down the small aisle, past the bathroom and then took a seat in the back of the train, where the smoke from the Hogwarts Express would obscure his view as it fell over the tracks.
The seats were nice and cushiony and he felt it were probably the softest seats he had sat in his entire life. Why in the hell did he not sit in the back his first year? Was he really that stupid to not take advantage of that wonderful opportunity?
It was like sitting on a slice of heaven. Clark broke from that heavenly moment and then drew out his wand as if it were a microphone and began to talk loudly as if he were on a muggle microphone. Now, this was just him talking at full volume and not with a spell amplifying his voice. "CLARK BAIRD IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER BABY! HOGWARTS WILL BOW TO A NEW DARK LORD AND THIS BE HE!" He screamed, sounding immature and stupid at the same time.@Sullivan Olivier
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20 Feb 2024, 05:23
The New Dark Lord
Sullivan stood on platform 9 3/4 of King's Cross station, the large Scarlet Engine looming before him. The low din of the growing crowd behind him filled his ears. Clouds of steam drifted through the station, obscuring the people from view.
"Sulli," A voice cut through the noise. He turned around to find his brother, Beckham standing there.
"We need to go if we want to find one of the good cabins," He grabbed Sullivan by the arm, half dragging him through the crowd into the train. Sullivan pulled his trunk close behind him, trying to avoid running into anyone.
"You know, you dont actually have to sit with me just because Mother said to." He said, pulling his arm from Beckham's grip. "I know you don't want to hang out with your kid brother." Beckham turned around and looked at Sullivan and smiled.
"Youre my brother, I need to make sure you dont get into any trouble." he made an attempt to pat Sullivan on the head, but Sullivan swiped his hand away and gave his older brother a glaring look.
"Go find your friends, Ill be fine. You got me onto the train safely, Ill make sure mother knows that." He replied, not waiting for a response from Beckham. He grabbed his trunk and made his way down the corridor away from his brother. He went through several different carriages leading toward the back of the train, most of the cabins were still empty. He didnt take any of them because he wanted to get a view of the whole train for his first trip.
Sullivan entered the last carriage, he heard a booming voice coming from one of the compartments. He pulled the door open and saw a lone boy sitting there.
"Do you mind if I join you?" He asked.
"Sulli," A voice cut through the noise. He turned around to find his brother, Beckham standing there.
"We need to go if we want to find one of the good cabins," He grabbed Sullivan by the arm, half dragging him through the crowd into the train. Sullivan pulled his trunk close behind him, trying to avoid running into anyone.
"You know, you dont actually have to sit with me just because Mother said to." He said, pulling his arm from Beckham's grip. "I know you don't want to hang out with your kid brother." Beckham turned around and looked at Sullivan and smiled.
"Youre my brother, I need to make sure you dont get into any trouble." he made an attempt to pat Sullivan on the head, but Sullivan swiped his hand away and gave his older brother a glaring look.
"Go find your friends, Ill be fine. You got me onto the train safely, Ill make sure mother knows that." He replied, not waiting for a response from Beckham. He grabbed his trunk and made his way down the corridor away from his brother. He went through several different carriages leading toward the back of the train, most of the cabins were still empty. He didnt take any of them because he wanted to get a view of the whole train for his first trip.
Sullivan entered the last carriage, he heard a booming voice coming from one of the compartments. He pulled the door open and saw a lone boy sitting there.
"Do you mind if I join you?" He asked.
Master Sullivan Olivier, of Dun O'Sheehan and Granville
Stats: Stamina: 7, Evasion: 6, Strength: 2, Wisdom: 6, Arcane Power: 8, Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Components Collector
3 Mar 2024, 17:59
The New Dark Lord
Clark was obviously self-absorbed what with him proclaiming his secret desire in the back of the train. "AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL STAY THE KING OF HOGWARTS! ANYONE WHO DARES TO FIGHT THAT CONCEPT WILL BE EXECUTED!" Out of line? Sure. But this was Clark.
A new boy, one he definitely never met within his first years at Hogwarts. "No. "Clark started, the goblin then hesitated. Every dark lord had a group of followers so why didn't he just start that gang already? "I mean, yes. You can join me, yes." The goblin looked at the banner that he had hung up. He was looking for two more wives at the same time but first he needed to be the dark lord then he could play some henry the eighth magic.
Well, it was fine, not necessarily the greatest concept or person to idolize himself after, but he didn't really want to commit genocide like Voldemort did. He just wanted to make it so that Halfbreeds and full/purebreds can be seen as equals or if anything for the different to be superior to the purebloods and halfbloods. The muggleborns and muggles can just stay where they are now, they were fine.
"Who are you?" Clark asked softly, his voice softening from his original yelling tone.
A new boy, one he definitely never met within his first years at Hogwarts. "No. "Clark started, the goblin then hesitated. Every dark lord had a group of followers so why didn't he just start that gang already? "I mean, yes. You can join me, yes." The goblin looked at the banner that he had hung up. He was looking for two more wives at the same time but first he needed to be the dark lord then he could play some henry the eighth magic.
Well, it was fine, not necessarily the greatest concept or person to idolize himself after, but he didn't really want to commit genocide like Voldemort did. He just wanted to make it so that Halfbreeds and full/purebreds can be seen as equals or if anything for the different to be superior to the purebloods and halfbloods. The muggleborns and muggles can just stay where they are now, they were fine.
"Who are you?" Clark asked softly, his voice softening from his original yelling tone.
@Sullivan Olivier
| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |
19 Mar 2024, 04:52
The New Dark Lord
Sullivan stood in the door to the compartment, watching as the boy continued shouting. A mixture of concern and curiosity rooted him to the floor, he wanted to leave but also wanted to stay and see how this would play out. He was surprised at the boy's outright rejection and started turning around to leave when he changed his mind. Sullivan stopped and looked at the boy again. He was shorter than Sullivan by a fair bit, but also had Hufflepuff regalia, so presumably not a first year student.
"My name is Sullivan, Master Olivier, of Dun O'Sheehan and Granville." He replied, introducing himself with his titles. That seemed like it would be a good idea, for the boy declaring to be a Dark Lord, Sullivan presumed titles would hold some prestige.
"I heard your little speech, a bit bold dont you think? Making such declarations so brazenly in public?" He asked. He took a seat on the seat across from Clark.
"Im not sure about your methods, but I admire the ambition. Im sure the two of us could come to some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement. Tell me more about your plans, id love to hear what you have in mind."
"My name is Sullivan, Master Olivier, of Dun O'Sheehan and Granville." He replied, introducing himself with his titles. That seemed like it would be a good idea, for the boy declaring to be a Dark Lord, Sullivan presumed titles would hold some prestige.
"I heard your little speech, a bit bold dont you think? Making such declarations so brazenly in public?" He asked. He took a seat on the seat across from Clark.
"Im not sure about your methods, but I admire the ambition. Im sure the two of us could come to some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement. Tell me more about your plans, id love to hear what you have in mind."
Master Sullivan Olivier, of Dun O'Sheehan and Granville
Stats: Stamina: 7, Evasion: 6, Strength: 2, Wisdom: 6, Arcane Power: 8, Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Components Collector