Scattered Pages [PV Casey Stone] - Ilvermorny

1 Jan 2025, 23:34

Roleplaying as Casey Stone from Ilvermorny

Speech: Bold #257379
Thoughts: Bold Italics
Flying Pages! With Basil Blackwood @Tesla Stone

Casey whistled a tune as he waltzed out of his class. Potions always felt like a breeze when it came up on his timetable - having a father that excelled in potioneering definitely had a part to play in Casey's enthusiasm for the topic as it did for his consistently good grades. Naturally that made homework a lot more bearable - if not more enjoyable - than the rest of his subjects.

He sauntered down the corridors and out through a side door where it would eventually lead him to one of his special spots. With weather this nice he was bound to finish his work in no time. He escaped outside from the overrun corridors packed with students and inhaled a lungful of the fresh air that hit him.

He waded through the usual grassy patches and hopped over the stones as he proceeded on his usual route. Just as he was about to reach the fabled spot, he spotted another student nearby. It was only then that the wind decided to pick up and before he knew it, Casey was met with two billowing pages at his feet before they landed into the bushes. He fished them out before another shroud of pages flew past him and into the tree ahead.

He watched as the boy panicked, climbing to his feet to chase after them, only to stop and stare when they got stuck in the tree.

"Hey bud. These yours?" Casey approached the guy and took his shoulder. He could see the panic stricken tears in his eyes.

"Here. Hang onto these," he said as he handed him the two pages he retrieved earlier. Case rolled his sleeves before he began climbing the tree, fitting his toes into whatever nooks they could find to keep him steady as he hoisted himself up onto a sturdy branch.

"Alright. When I grab 'em I'll pass 'em to you, okay?"

Casey began reaching for the one closest to him before lowering it down. "Go on. Take it. C'mon, cheer up... You'll get 'em all back in no time."

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

Last edited by Emily Shephard on 2 Jan 2025, 00:45, edited 1 time in total.

Trust Yourself - Love Yourself - Be Yourself

iNPC = Casey Stone

2 Jan 2025, 00:24

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Year Three Ilvermorny Horned Serpent
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Basil was startled out of his panic as another student set his hand on his shoulder, handing over the pages that had been stuck in the bushes with a comforting greeting. Quickly taking the pages and looking up at the other boy who'd come to help. "O-oh! Yes, these are mine. I'm so sorry for any inconvenience. You really don't have to trouble yourself," he said quietly, quickly trailing off in shock as the boy just casually rolled up his sleeves and began climbing the tree. Any remaining panic over losing his pages was quickly shocked out of Basil, and he sputtered out with more confidence, "Wait! You really don't have to do that. Please, be careful!"

He flushed as the boy casually pulled himself onto a sturdy branch, reaching out and grabbing the page closest to the ground. This was one where Basil had traced a diagram of the musculature structure of a Welsh Green so he could memorize it, so he quickly snatched it before there was any chance of it being blown away again. It was surprisingly difficult to trace drawings onto thick parchment using a quill, and he didn't want to have to do it again.

"Oh my goodness, thank you so much," he breathed out, quickly tucking the four pages that had been retrieved back into the book, "There's only four left in the tree, and then that should be all of them. Just... please don't fall," he fretted, fidgeting with the book held in both his hands, running his hand over the gold embossed cover, even as he stood perfectly straight and still otherwise.

Tesla Stone⭑☾☀☽⭑ ⭑☾𖣂☽⭑Basil Blackwood

2 Jan 2025, 21:32

Roleplaying as Casey Stone from Ilvermorny

Speech: Bold #257379
Thoughts: Bold Italics
Flying Pages! With Basil Blackwood @Tesla Stone

With various noises of effort, Casey clambered up the tree as he reached for each sheet of paper caught in its limbs. He could hear the boy below him and the anxiety in his voice to which Casey waved off dismissively, but not ignorantly.

"I'll be fine! Trees were like my second home growin' up-- Oh! Got another one! Here...!" He dropped another two sheets down below where they gently danced downwards until they were safely back in the boy's possession. Casey stretched a leg out as he tried shifting his weight from one side of the tree to the other where one looked liked it was slotted into a very tight gap.

Casey carefully pulled at it until it fell out. It looked a little dirty but still in good enough condition. "That's number three!"

When numero tres was returned to the boy, Casey climbed higher onto another branch before pushing himself up higher to reach the fourth page, which was tucked precariously at the end of an unstable looking branch. Casey's eyes narrowed.

Game on.

Holding onto the branch above him, he tiptoed onto the uneven branch until he was close enough to graze the page with his fingers. As soon as it was secure between his digits, he retreated back over to where it was steady again, a sigh of relief escaping him.

"Look out below."

Once again the page softly travelled back down until it was close enough for the boy to grab. With all the pages back where they belonged, Casey descended the tree, his slim frame slipping between the branches and gaps until he was able to hop out and back into the grass.

"Phew... That's my exercise for the day done."

He went over to the boy as he dusted himself down, with tiny bits of leaves sticking to him after his tree climbing escapade. "That should be all of 'em there and accounted for now," he said, a small smirk tugging at the side of his mouth over feeling how proud he was. Yet there was also a feeling of satisfaction he felt for doing something for someone else.

That was probably the first time Casey helped someone in his own school in a long time... And he wasn't ashamed to admit to himself that 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

Trust Yourself - Love Yourself - Be Yourself

iNPC = Casey Stone

3 Feb 2025, 21:15

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Year Three Ilvermorny Horned Serpent
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Basil was awed at the other boy's confidence as he scrambled around the tree, unable to deny that the branches really did seem to be like a second home to him. Basil didn't know if he felt that comfortable or confident anywhere outside of his bedroom or the stables back home, but maybe if he was more adventurous, he'd find somewhere at Ilvermorny to feel the same. He was relieved that the boy was trying to be safe, and that all the pages being drifted down his way may be a bit crinkled or dirty but were overall in a decent state. He could always use a scourgify or repairo on them, but he couldn't fix a page he didn't have.

He almost missed the way the final page was wedged precariously high, busy tucking away the other pages, but he didn't have to worry long as finally all his notes were back in his possession and safely nestled in his book, which he tightly held closed so there was no chance of them blowing away again, and the other boy was back on sturdy ground. "Thank you so, so much. I don't know what I would've done if I'd lost all those notes," he gushed, clutching his book to his chest and stepping closer, trying to express how thankful he was, "Um, I'm Basil. Er, Basil Blackwood, that is. Third year. Horned serpent."

He stood for a moment too long, contemplating if he wanted to risk releasing his book with one hand to offer it to shake after his stilted introduction, but the idea of risking the pages blowing away again, along with touching someone else so soon after his spike of stress set his skin crawling at the thought. He settled for tightening his grip on his book and focusing on the boy's nose, hoping it was close enough to making eye contact he'd know he was listening, even if he wasn't following the usual social norm for introductions he'd learned.

Tesla Stone⭑☾☀☽⭑ ⭑☾𖣂☽⭑Basil Blackwood

5 Feb 2025, 00:16

Roleplaying as Casey Stone from Ilvermorny

Speech: Bold #257379
Thoughts: Bold Italics
Flying Pages! With Basil Blackwood @Tesla Stone

Casey stretched out his limbs and back when his feet touched the ground below him. He could feel the muscles contracting in his biceps after all that dangling and swinging from earlier. At least the lad had all his notes back together, with none seeming too worse for wear.

Basil eh?" Casey repeated upon the boy's introduction. He nodded, logging the name. "And you're a Horned Serpent too, you say? I'm a Thunderbird myself actually."

He extended a hand out to Basil and took his without waiting for a reaction, shaking it nicely before letting go of him again. I'm Casey Stone. Second year. Swell to meet you."

He took a peek at the pages of paper he collected for him. He couldn't read the contents - he still hadn't mastered reading upside down just yet - but he could see there was a lot of writing on it. Casey easily could've mistaken it for pages torn out from a textbook or maybe it was just one long, elaborate essay for a class. It wouldn't be the first essay Casey saw where someone wrote a gazillion pages for it.

" So uh, what's all that you got there? Some kind of school project or somethin'?" he asked. In all honesty, he couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by how detailed those pages looked, more so when they were tucked inside that big old book Basil was holding close to him.

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

Trust Yourself - Love Yourself - Be Yourself

iNPC = Casey Stone

24 Feb 2025, 18:30

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Year Three Ilvermorny Horned Serpent
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Basil nodded amicably as Casey returned his introduction, shoulders relaxing a bit. "It's nice to meet you. I'm glad you were here, there was no way I could get all the pages back myself," He replied, hoping it was enough of a response to keep the other boy talking. Despite their unfortunate meeting, he hadn't screwed up too horribly. Maybe if he played his cards right he could convince the younger boy to be his friend? At the very least they might be able to talk for long enough he could write home and his dad would stop bugging him about talking to classmates.

He had just been staring and scrambling for a new topic, when Casey saved him once again by mentioning his book, and the pages within. He quickly shook his head, keeping a firm grip on the book to keep it closed and holding it out so Casey could read the title, "From Egg to Inferno: a Dragon-Keeper's Guide" and explaining eagerly, "I was trying to learn more about the differences in European Dragons compared to American ones! This one isn't just an encyclopedia like I asked for, but it does contain primarily European ones with all their different age stages."

He pulled the book back towards himself, cautiously removing one of his own pages at random and showing it to Casey before continuing. "For this one I traced the musculature of a Welsh Green, so I could remember it better, and compare it to other dragons without having to flip back and forth! I just think they're really neat, and I just finished reading Magical Theory, so I figured I'd reward myself with a much more fun book."

Without realizing, he'd been bouncing on his toes with excitement, face flushed with more than cold as he got to talk more about his passions, without needing to corner a professor or wait all the way until the next break when he could ramble to his father for hours on end. He felt he should apologize, but he was far too excited and couldn't let himself ruin his momentum by changing the topic or stopping.

Tesla Stone⭑☾☀☽⭑ ⭑☾𖣂☽⭑Basil Blackwood

4 Mar 2025, 16:07

Roleplaying as Casey Stone from Ilvermorny

Speech: Bold #257379
Thoughts: Bold Italics
Not Flying Pages! With Basil Blackwood @Tesla Stone

Casey shrugged nonchalantly, falling slightly shy at Basil's gratitude. "Don't mention it. They looked pretty important so it was better to get 'em back to you before they got mangled in some way or another."

He listened to Basil's explanation, Casey's eyes visibly widening with intrigue. "Dragons, eh?" He chuckled. "I remember years ago when we were younger, my brother had a hyper fixation on dragons for a while... Before he developed an even deeper fascination for motorcycles."

Nick truly was a guy with a broad range of tastes. Definitely the sign of a descendant of both worlds, that's for sure.

"So you're the studious type, I see," he commented, nothing callous in his outward observation. "Then again, dragons are kinda cool to learn about. I think I remember my dad sayin' he thought about wantin' to be a dragon tamer in his younger years before he settled on potioneerin' for a living". Though even at that, it didn't stop his father from having little stone carvings and figurines of dragons littered all over his workshop. If not for the potions, then the dragons would have been a tell-tale sign that it was indeed the workshop of Declan Stone.

But now the superior fan of dragons was called into question when Basil went off on a passionate word splurge about them. With the detail he was giving, to say that he was interested in them would have been understating it. Casey just stood there watching him, smiling amusingly as he talked, but he was also genuinely impressed with his clear knowledge about them. In a way, a bit like him when it came to potions. So that was one thing that, in a way, Casey and Basil had in common. One guy liked things with wings and the other liked things that could be made into super soup.

"Got anythin' in that book there about dragons livin' in mountains?" Casey asked, keeping the tempo of their talk in good flow. My brother always joked about how dragons watch from mountains and would snatch away toys whenever children don't do as they're told."

Who knows how or where Nick got that information from, but it sure spooked Casey as a kid.

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

Last edited by Emily Shephard on 2 May 2025, 23:27, edited 1 time in total.

Trust Yourself - Love Yourself - Be Yourself

iNPC = Casey Stone

29 Apr 2025, 11:18

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Year Three Ilvermorny Horned Serpent
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Basils eyes sparkled as Casey told him about his other family members and their love for dragons, even as his nose crinkled in confusion. Why would anyone give up an interest in dragons for something as uninteresting as muggle technologies? He'd seen a few motorcycles while out and about London, and they were decidedly less interesting than the Romanian Longhorns in the conservation region for them.

"Dragons are way cooler than any muggle creation ever could be," he stated callously, drumming his fingers on his book in slight agitation, before brightening again, "Honestly, dragon taming isn't exactly a reliable career, and he probably gets to work more with dragons, or at least their parts, as a potion maker. I think that's pretty neat too!"

He eagerly flipped to a dog-eared portion of the book at Casey's question, showing a drawing of a Welsh Green dragon in all its lazy glory. "Here! Basically all dragons except the Antipodean Opaleye live in mountains, and the Welsh Green is very common! It's also relatively harmless towards humans but will steal small sheep or other small mammals. That story is nothing but a silly children's tale to keep you in line, but this would probably be the dragon he was basing it on, since it does take things without hurting people!" he tucked the book back under his arm, giggling quietly at the mental image of the suave boy in front of him frightened by a story as silly as that. "It's good to know most families have their own tales to frighten you into obeying, though. My grandmother always said that if I didn't listen when wandering off into the woods I might be cursed by a werewolf and have to live out my days alone in a hut."

He couldn't hold back a shudder, knowing just how true that threat was, seeing as that was basically the fate of his estranged Aunt. Except, her hut was actually a really nice cabin on a farm with lots of fun pets and her family, if his cousin was to be believed, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad. It would certainly be nicer than being stuck attending meetings and accounting for the family business whenever he was out of school...

Tesla Stone⭑☾☀☽⭑ ⭑☾𖣂☽⭑Basil Blackwood