7 Jul 2024, 09:31
Seventeen Going Under
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Gods, did Ulysses love to go fast. There was something in his prepubescent body that loved to feel the vibration of adrenaline coursing through his vein as his fingertips rattled in pure energy teetering between reckless speed and barely keeping control of his broom. He couldn't fly like this during Quidditch and he tried his best to keep his love for speed hidden from the older students; Uly just didn't need the talking to about how dangerous it all was. The thrill was part of the fun. So, he often waited for Flying Class when it was free time to practice to find himself a corner of the sky that could somewhat ignore Professor Lin. He'd probably understand as a retired Quidditch Player, but he hadn't wanted the hassle of even explaining himself.
The other students had all been pretty keen on flying at the end of their first year and while he was thankful for the lecture of the structure of Quidditch and Broom Racing, he already had known the nuances of Quidditch before he came and would rather have pick-up games. Perhaps, next year, he could use the practice considering the iconic Erin Ryan was retiring and he was being moved up to the first string beater position. Probably undeserved, but Ulysses would hold on to the spot with all of his might against any student who wished to take it from him. He had been enjoying the team so far, it helped him feel a little more a part of something during his time at Hogwarts.
Ulysses kicked off on the school broom during free time and decided he was going to attempt to go as fast as he possibly could on his broom while it was still daylight. It started off slow, he raced against some of the other students and wished he was on his fire bolt or he wouldn't be forced to top out at this lame speed that barely felt fast enough to travel. Ulysses started another round race against another Slytherin, their brooms barely over the grassy area that they practiced and they were off in a flash!
Ulysses was fine, they were neck-and-neck, until the other Slytherin swerved toward him and Ulysses freaked out causing him to nose dive into the grass and tumble his way pretty dramatically flipping his body until his body slowed down and finally stopped when he accidentally slammed himself into another and Ulysses couldn't help but laugh hysterically (despite the chance for injury being incredibly high for such a stupid manuever).
" Damn, i'm sorry. You alright? " He asked the stranger, checking his limbs for his own safety and then looking over at the other. " Bloody fun flying is, sometimes accidents are just part of the learning, ey? " Oblivious as ever, Uly stood himself up after dusting off some of the grass and offered the other a hand to stand as he was perfectly fine.
[ mentions. ] @Ula Takahashi
[ notes. ] don't feel like you need to match ! i love 200-400 words responses but i usally try ot match myself lol. starters are always a bit longer to set up the scene ~
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Reason: closing thread for inactivity
26 Jul 2024, 07:33
Seventeen Going Under
TIME | 09:31
DATE | May 22nd, 2024
INTERACTING |@Ulysses Drake
00:35⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀02:34
#B68EA7 | DIALOGUE
xxx| MENTIONING
Heights. She wasn’t a fan of them. Not in the slightest. Which someone might be able to tell if they kept their attention on her for long enough; her knuckles have turned ghostly white from clenching the handle of the broom with such intensity and a permanent scowl has found its way on her pretty face, deepening with each passing second, fighting to keep her fear at bay. Yes, Ula Takahashi was scared of heights. Not that she’d let a soul know about it; showing any kind of weakness or vulnerability was not her cup of tea. Although Professor Lin probably had a sneaking suspicion with the amount of bathroom breaks she used as an excuse to get away from the quidditch pitch for a bit.
Ula had been observing the flying practice from a distance, her monolid eyes tracking the movements of her classmates with a mixture of detached curiosity and mild irritation as her grip trembled with every slight shift of the broom. Time for another bathroom break, she thought to herself as her eyes began searching for Professor Lin (for the 6th time today) when her attention was abruptly pulled back to the field by the sight of a student spiraling out of control. Her heart skipped a beat as he tumbled dramatically and just her luck, hurled directly toward her.
"Motherfu—" Ula began to shout, her voice a mix of frustration and rising panic, but the rest of her exclamation was cut off as that someone collided with her, sending them both sprawling to the ground in a disheveled heap.
As she laid there, her usual composed demeanor was momentarily shattered, her initial reaction a mixture of shock and irritation. Quickly checking her appearance, she ran her fingers through her hair to smooth out any tangles and brushed off the grass that clung stubbornly to her uniform. Her scowl remained firmly in place as she tried to regain her composure.
The boy was somewhat familiar. Like she’d seen him in class or prancing around in hallways somewhere. Then it hit her. The self-absorbed part of her brain made her remember his name starts with a U, just like hers. Ulrich? Who cares, it’s Ulrich now.
When Ulrich started laughing, offered his apology and a hand to help her up, Ula’s eyes narrowed into a cold, withering glare. She slapped his hand away with a sharp, dismissive motion, pushing herself up with a huff. Her movements were brisk and deliberate as she dusted off her skirt, her scowl never wavering.
"Watch where you’re going asshole! Should use your brain before getting on a broom next time!" she snapped, her voice icy and cutting with eyes locking onto his with an intensity that matched her words. "Oh yeah, really bloody fun becoming an accidental crash test dummy! I’m having the best day of my life," she continued, her words laced with sarcasm, her posture tense.
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27 Sep 2024, 10:26
Seventeen Going Under
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Ulysses was at his peak when his fire could meet the flames of others. He, himself, had a vigor and tenacity that he often found unmatched from the lambs and lemmings of Hogwarts students and so when he stumbled upon another with a bite, venomous or lethal, it certainly piqued his interest. The Slytherin’s collected demeanor met its match as the lion cub’s claws extended themselves while her otherwise picturesque features twisted into something feral and damning in retort while she slashed at Uly’s fingertips causing the young man to pull his hand closer to him and retract slightly in the moment. “ Woah, there. ” The words ended in an awkward laugh as Uly felt like it wasn’t a huge deal that he almost killed her. They were wizards, right? Everything could be solved with an incantation or two.
He couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t as she cleaned herself off from the social blemish of falling in front of her peers as well as dusting off her skirt attempting to return back to her immaculate self. So she didn’t like her mane being ruffled, that would come in handy soon enough. “ You ever think that this is the time to learn how to fly fast? I’d say you’re kinda being the asshole, if you took the time to think about it. I apologized, right? And look, now you’re the one making the others uncomfortable, kinda embarrassing, Ulla. ”
The boy took a moment with his draconic gaze, like a whelping setting himself up nicely for the kill, as he took another step closer to her and extended his hand once again. " C'mon, no harm, no foul? Let's just drop it. " There he was with the fan, attempting to whip up Ulla into the firestorm he figured she could be with just the right conditions.
"Unless, you'd rather... " His wand had been in his pocket and if she wanted a duel, well, either way he knew he found one of his favorite people in their year whether she liked that or not.
[ mentions. ] @Ula Takahashi
[ notes. ] guess whose back, mwah !!
4 Oct 2024, 02:46
Seventeen Going Under
TIME | 09:33
DATE | May 22nd, 2024
INTERACTING |@Ulysses Drake
00:35⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀02:34
#B68EA7 | DIALOGUE
xxx| MENTIONING
The ravenette's jaw clenched as she watched Ulrich with cold, feral intensity—the smug smirk, the too-casual confidence, and the way he acted as if his every misstep could be brushed off with a laugh and a shrug. A snake with no bite, just bluster, she thought bitterly, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.
Her breath was steady, though there was an almost imperceptible growl in the back of her throat as he spoke, his mock apology dripping with insincerity. His words barely registered as they dripped into her ears, coated in that oily charm he wielded so shamelessly. To him, her fall was just another joke, another thing to laugh about later with his friends, and that only stoked the fire simmering beneath her skin. Ula didn't just feel humiliated—she felt insulted.
As he stepped closer, extending his hand like some kind of peace offering, Ula's lips curled into a sharp, mirthless smile. She ignored his hand completely, her chin lifting slightly as she stared him down, her voice cold, calculated. "No harm, no foul? You think this is just something you can brush off because you smirked your way through an apology?" Her tone was calm but laced with venom. "That’s cute, Ulrich, really."
Ula took a step closer herself, her body language defiant and unyielding. The space between them shrank, but the tension only thickened. Her sharp gaze never wavered, locked onto his like a predator eyeing prey, her eyes gleaming with something darker than mere irritation. "But I'm not one of those that'll just roll over because you find the whole situation amusing."
Her voice dropped lower, just above a whisper, the edges still razor-sharp. "Next time, control yourself. Or I'll show you exactly what happens when you don't."
She let the threat hang in the air, her cold smile widening just enough to expose a glint of her canines. The mockery in her eyes was clear. She was daring him to keep pushing, to see how far he could go before the lioness finally struck.
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note : noo, we was having so much fun without u! -_- / j
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15 Oct 2024, 11:45
Seventeen Going Under
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The ferocity and tension radiating from the Gryffindor’s roar was as menacing as it was defensive. What was she hiding deep under the surface of the layers and layers of barbed wire and snippy retorts? Ulysses was known for meddling his way into things that he had absolutely no business in getting himself into and this felt like one of those moments where his natural instinct was to simply engage.
She was meticulous in every single moment that orchestrated herself into a devious smirk or a calculative decree. “ Getting my name wrong isn’t going to piss me off and deciding i’m this punk when I did apologize is only making people embarrassed for you. ” They were now actively putting on a show, the two actors in this trauma of social politics and defiance.
If she was a lioness readying herself to pounce, Ulysses was a snake rattling his tail as a warning signal to simply not engage. It was both a beautiful and terrifying thing to see them both triggered and positioning themselves to maim or kill.
“ Why don’t you just show me now, if you’re feeling so inclined to make a scene. ” Without skipping a beat, his fingertips gripped tightly around his Hornbeam and Unicorn Hair wand and raised it high enough in his right hand to aim it right at Ula Takahashi’s chest. " Or better yet, grow fucking up and realize it's not all about you and your stupid little ego. " Dropping his wand and placing it back into his pocket as he turned around and kneeled for a second to grab his broom from the grassy hills of their flying class and he turned back to face the girl who was so eager.
" If you're so mad, go ahead. With the year I had, your spells are the least of my worries. " And with that, the gauntlet had been officially thrown onto the floor.
[ mentions. ] @Ula Takahashi
[ notes. ] i have nothing else to say.
28 Oct 2024, 23:24
Seventeen Going Under
TIME | 09:34
DATE | May 22nd, 2024
INTERACTING |@Ulysses Drake
00:35⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀02:34
#B68EA7 | DIALOGUE
xxx| MENTIONING
Ula's eyes flickered with a dark fire as his words echoed in her mind: "Grow fucking up and realize it's not all about you and your stupid little ego." For the first time, someone had actually said it to her face. No one had ever had the guts to talk to her like that, to strip away the layers of her pride and bite at the insecurity she kept buried beneath all the sharp edges and snide remarks. It hit her harder than she expected, and she hated him for it.
Her chest tightened with something that felt uncomfortably like vulnerability, but she shoved it down, refusing to show anything more than the fury bubbling beneath her skin. Her hand twitched, clenching into a fist by her side. She couldn't believe the nerve of him—pulling out his wand, pointing it at her like she was some kind of a joke, then casually putting it away as if she wasn't worth the effort.
That was the last straw.
She saw him turn to grab his broom, his back to her, and something inside her snapped. Before she even realized what she was doing, Ula surged forward, throwing her fist toward him. It was impulsive—a raw need to make him feel her anger, to break through that unshakable calm he wore like a second skin. Her fist cut through the air, so close she could feel the whisper of his breath as he tilted back just in time, narrowly avoiding her full impact. But she didn't miss completely. Her knuckles grazed his cheek, leaving a faint, stinging scratch across his skin.
The moment stretched, electric, as Ula tried to register what just happened. Her pulse thundered in her ears, a mix of triumph and frustration settling under her skin. She'd landed close enough to leave a mark, but not enough to satisfy the full force of what she felt. She clenched her fists again, jaw set, barely a flicker of regret passing over her face before she locked it down, leveling her gaze at him.
"Next time."
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8 Jan 2025, 05:50
Seventeen Going Under
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There was something enticing about Ula and how her own rage manifested into pure spite and deep anger. He could tell that he hit a nerve and after the year he had, it felt so fucking good to see her spiraling. One final glance and she was practically puttering in the corner attempting to pick up the pieces of her ego until he spun around thinking it was finished and the girl deciding a blindsided sucker punch would be her best chance of success.
Her knuckles barely grazed his cheek as her fingernails scratched at his skin and Uly's face began to redden quickly from the hit. The crimson hues pooling as droplets began to show and Uly could feel the sting of pain throbbing as he turned back to Ula both shocked and amused that she'd be this brazen.
Without skipping a beat, Uly spun on his foot and fell to the floor landing harshly on his tailbone. He had wanted to rush Ula and pin her to get her to treat him like a serious threat and now, he landed on the floor with a massive " Ow. " escaping his lips.
The fury and rage he felt quickly escaped his body as he pushed himself up and mostly fell shame that he was so clumsy during such a serious moment. " That's your one. " Uly did his best attempting to connect back to the moment and still keep the composure despite such a huge blunder. " Next time you try to swing at me, I won't be afraid to return the favor. Only an idiot lets someone just attack them for being a girl. "
He wasn't going to let her push him around, he spent too much time being everyone else's punching bag this year and he was sick of it.
Her knuckles barely grazed his cheek as her fingernails scratched at his skin and Uly's face began to redden quickly from the hit. The crimson hues pooling as droplets began to show and Uly could feel the sting of pain throbbing as he turned back to Ula both shocked and amused that she'd be this brazen.
Without skipping a beat, Uly spun on his foot and fell to the floor landing harshly on his tailbone. He had wanted to rush Ula and pin her to get her to treat him like a serious threat and now, he landed on the floor with a massive " Ow. " escaping his lips.
The fury and rage he felt quickly escaped his body as he pushed himself up and mostly fell shame that he was so clumsy during such a serious moment. " That's your one. " Uly did his best attempting to connect back to the moment and still keep the composure despite such a huge blunder. " Next time you try to swing at me, I won't be afraid to return the favor. Only an idiot lets someone just attack them for being a girl. "
He wasn't going to let her push him around, he spent too much time being everyone else's punching bag this year and he was sick of it.
[ mentions. ] @Ula Takahashi
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