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Post by -Roan- on Jan 4, 2006 4:52:32 GMT
Catch me as I fall Say you're here and it's all over now Speaking to the atmosphere No one's here and I fall into myself This truth drives me Into madness I know I can stop the pain If I will it all away Pages after pages after pages, and nothing to be found. Have I lost my touch? Roan thought ruefully, sitting in the candlelit corner of the library. Tomes of old age were poured out in front of her, their pages open and spilling out their secrets. Among the books, somewhere was a copy of a map of the grounds, which bore many red X’s, hours of the Hufflepuff’s work. There was also a journal with pages written on in so many ways it was hard to read some of the words. All of it for the one cause to which the girl had devoted her days to, the cause she seemed to fail at every step she took. It seemed no matter how hard she tried, Roan just ended up as a hinderance to the protecting of the school from Angelus Morti. Her temper and tendency to prefer being solitary were probably driving everyone insane. But it was in the girl’s nature to be that way. To be stubborn and arrogant. To try and rid her of that is like trying to tell a fish not to swim. Normally this side of her was hidden by calmness and a smile, but with all recent events, the girl let her angry side show. Just a hours ago she had let it fly at her fellow Resistance Members down in the hall, for a mistake that couldn’t be reversed. In fury, the girl had entered the library to be alone, to study more spells, maps of the school, make up her own theories on what was going on. And to this hour she had nothing to show for all her work. The candle on the desk in front of her was wavering, down to its last few minutes of life. Roan’s hazel eyes were drooping slightly as her hand lazily flipped the pages off a book, looking for anything that could help at all. Come on, something, something has to be here that can help us out. She thought desperately. Finally she got to the final page, and set the book aside. With a sigh she put her head on her arms on the table, long brown hair flowing forward in a spray. The clothes she was wearing were rumpled and dirt covered from a duel with a traitorous student earlier. Around her waist she had tied a large part of the bottom of her skirt around a bloody area of skin, where she had used a fire spell to burn ropes off herself. And when the ‘Puff got angry, fire spells were her specialty. Many had tried to get her to go to the Hospital Wing and get it looked at, but she refused, as usual. That just wasn’t the place for her. Roan let out another sigh and lifted her eyes towards the dying flame in front of her. “What am I going to do…” She whispered mostly to herself. Nobody was around to hear her words, or see her as her hazel eyes closed. It was peaceful for a moment, before the flame went out. Don't turn away Don't give in to the pain Don't try to hide Though they're screaming your name Don't close your eyes God knows what lies behind them Don't turn out the light Don't turn out the light Instead of calming dreams of peace that usually never visited the Hufflepuff these days, she was plagued by something caused by a horror that happened not too long ago. You try to mess with my eyes, I mess with your eyes. Please, in your screams, tell me what Hell looks like through your eyes as this world melts away. Those words rang in her head, remnants of an angry memory. Of that day in the Forbidden Forest where the girl was injected with LSD, a drug that caused hallucinations. Those had been the worst hours of her life, trapped in her own mind, nobody could help her. Dealing with her worst fears in the worst ways, with no way to get out. Roan could have left that day behind her if the dosage injected into her system had been normal, but unfortunately, luck seemed to have left the girl alone. There was a reason that drug wasn’t taken in overdose, because the effects could linger, as well as new ones being added. She was walking down that narrow crevice that was the paths between the bookshelves. " Knowledge; the spark of the ages; the one thing that makes Man unique above all other creatures. Well; that isn't much of the case anymore now is it?", Those first words she ever heard of that creature’s voice, the one who had menaced her for so long. Roan spun around to face her attacker in those close confines. Her first true horror, the thing that had gotten her into her position in the first place. 'What makes you think that you can stand up to me, girl? What makes you think that you can stand against the likes of Fenris Fenrir!' The girl watched, unable to do anything, as she said the same things, and suffered the same pain that day in the library. Except it was all too clear, too vivid in her mind. The words stinging in her head. One of the remaining effects of the drug. The image faded away, Fenris’s words echoing in her head again and again, as she let go of that flashback she had, and was put in what seemed to be darkness. What makes you think you can stand up against the likes of Fenris Fenrir!In the library, Roan’s voice was a course whisper in the dark. “Because I have to…” The girl wasn’t spared from her nightmares though, and was plunged into what was yet another of her painful flashbacks . That day at the lake. She was standing there, full of purpose, not knowing what lie ahead for her. It moved in what seemed to be fast-forward, Rezna coming to her side, the fight, and she walked away. All clean and clear in her mind. But things slowed down to a crawl as she turned to see once again, the thing that would become one of her most hated enemies approaching them. Their conversation, one with a madman. Aidana coming. Everything replayed in her mind like some sick record player spitting up an old forgotten tune. The anger and total fear she felt when Fenris gripped her chin. The moment she realized her true self and actually attacked the lycan for the first time, a small step of many. ‘If you think I am going to kill you; you are wrong. You get to suffer until you learn the meaing of "children shoudn't play with fire!". In this scenario; you are the child and I am the fire; you wanted to play with me little Miss Valient? LET'S PLAY!' Those words again before the flashback faded out again, and Roan was left in the darkest depths of her mind. You grew stronger that day…I'm frightened by what I see But somehow I know That there's much more to come Immobilized by my fear And soon to be Blinded by tears I can stop the pain If I will it all away In her sleeping form in the library, Roan shifted uneasily in the pitch blackness of her corner. Her face was one of someone in great pain, or in great fear. She thought she had relived these memories enough, but it seemed not. There was another coming to bother her, the one where Roan felt once again the sting of defeat, but found something deep within herself that changed her views on battle. The school clock chimed 1 AM as she shifted into this flashback, late into the night. It was unlikely she was going to find any visitors in here to wake her from these nightmares she had suffered already. Like so many times in her life, Roan would have to deal with this one on her own. This scene was more rushed, there was a lot to happen. Unlike the other flashbacks where she had stood in her own place, felt her own emotions, she watched this through what seemed to be someone else’s eyes. As she, the foolish girl, walked into the graveyard full of arrogance. She attacked the demoness who was soon to be her torturer, she attacked the lycan who had caused her nothing but grief. Angry words were exchanged, and even though she didn’t sit in her own body, Roan could feel the sharp pain as Fenris hit her knee, felt the emotional pain as she lost her pride. The fire licked at her skin, the girl being burned by her own spell. Her own magic. ‘WELL THAT WILL NOT BE YOUR PLEASURE OF DOING THIS TO ME; OF ALL PEOPLE THAT WALK THIS EARTH; I WILL NOT LET A ONE-TIME COWARD BY THE DEATH OF ME!’ His words once again in her head. Then came the worst pain of all, the sinking feeling in her stomach as she was turned over to the icy clutches of the demoness. The cold depths of winter settling in her mind and in her body, making her feel weak and useless until the faerie rescued her. At this point, the flashback melted away, no more pain could be caused by it. You never gave up…Instead of returning to her own body though,waking from these horrid things that caused her so much pain, she was pitted into something else, something not caused by the after-effects of the drug. Something brought on by her own mind and her own emotions. She walked, slowly, the only color in the battlefield of blood and sorrow. Bodies were all around her, faces she knew staring up at her cold and lifeless. Forgoil, Rezna, Carmen, Faerlain, Persephone, Sylph, Hayzie, Aedant, Ashlle, all the people she knew and cared about in the least, all dead with their unfocused eyes fixed on her. As she walked, blood and flesh flowed under her shoes, and the girl was crying, frantically looking from face to face as she struggled to find anyone alive. No…no….she seemed to whisper, no sound coming out. Everyone dead, and only she alive to tell the tale. A coward among brave people must be the herald of the dead. No! No! No! She cried out into the graying sky, no sun present to shed its warmth and light and love upon the earth.“No…No!” She screamed in real life, bursting awake. The girl was sweating and her face was extremely pale. There was a dull thud in her head that warned her of a headache. Though the effects of the drug wore off for the time being, Roan was still plagued by what she had seen. It was like she would never be free of her past mistakes, and they were all walking her down one road. Utter Failure. The girl let out a small cry as the tears began to come, streaming down her face like a river. She frantically searched for her wand and whispered a quick light spell. When it was there, Roan was breathing heavily, still crying from the emotional shock of what had occurred, what she had seen. The light emitting from her wand caused shadows to dance on the wall in front of her. Something caught the corner of her teary hazel eye, and she focused more clearly. His face, the one that plagued her dreams, the lycan whom she had been caused so much pain by. He was smiling at her, blood dripping from his teeth, a grin plastered in the shadows of the wall, and the shadow of her mind. With a shriek the girl put the light from the wand out and drew her knees up to her chest on the wooden chair and continued to sob. Horrors are not meant to be relived, and it seemed because of that drug she would not be free of them for quite some time. That little voice spoke to her though, desperately trying to bring comfort to the girl as she sobbed in the dark, caring for little more than the utter uselessness she was feeling. You become stronger with each memory and each encounter, remember that, and remember it well. You are not the person you used to be, that quiet life is over. Now is the time to be strong and have some courage for those who cannot. For reasons you have already seen on that battlefield soon to come. Your friends care about you. Fix their lifeless faces in your mind, for if you don’t help this school succeed, it will come to pass. OOC: Long, yes I know, I worked really hard on this. And I researched the effects of the LSD drug (Roan injected with it in the thread: Silence of the Forest in the Forest) and the flashbacks are an effect of long term usage or overdose, as are hallucinations. Also, this sounds weird, but any feedback would be greatly welcomed, I worked hard for a while on it. Just send it in a PM if you want to send feedback. Enjoy!
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Post by Sylph on Jan 5, 2006 15:14:07 GMT
It was dark in the library, and Dylan was not a night bird. Sure, he did the work of those foolish owls, carrying messages and such, but he was far more than some hooting ball of feathers whose only trick was being able to turn their head through a stupid amount of degrees. He was a true raptor, large and fierce, talons the rough size and sharpness of meat hooks. But despite his large and usually keen bright orange eyes he could not see as well as he would like, and nearly flew straight into a great pile of books near to the library doors.
He sought a girl named Roan. She had long dark hair and belonged to the school, but that is all that his girl had told him. Still, Dylan was smart - well, smarter than those owls he was forced to share his lodgings with at any rate - and he could usually be counted on to find what he was told to seek. That is why his girl had sent him.
And there she was; surely this was his quarry. Something seemed wrong with the girl, but Dylan was not good with human emotions, and was only guessing that she looked out of sorts. He landed rather heavily on the polished table in front of her, skidding slightly, being as he was unaccustomed to such smooth surfaces. To Roan he must have looked like a sudden and very frightening lightning bolt, all black and white feathers and huge claws shining like metal in the light that came from the girl's wand, one enormous fierce yellow eye surveying her severely. Yes, he decided eventually; this was the one he sought.
He stood straight now, and, opening his great and terrible curved beak wide, let out a series of shrill whistles, probably deafening to the girl before him. His own girl would come now. He had done his job. Satisfied, Dylan withdrew slightly, but not for one moment did he take his raptoral gaze from the girl named Roan. He would watch her until his girl came.
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-Roan-
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Post by -Roan- on Jan 5, 2006 22:50:56 GMT
Roan was startled by the appearance of the hawk, and promptly jumped from her chair, effectivley knocking it to the ground with a clatter. "By the stars..." She whispered with a hoarse and trembling voice. What was a bird doing in the library, and such a scary looking one at that. I dont need this right now, why me? The girl thought desperatley, picking the chair up with shaky hands and drawing it away from the table so that she was a distance from the bird. Its eyes were fixed on her, causing a shiver to go down her spine, they seemed ghostly and unusal. But then again, the 'Puff had no expieriances with birds, so any birds eye would look strange to her.
When she sat back down, Roan propped her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. Her face was pale and worn, eyes tired. The girl held her body with no purpose at this moment, it took every thought just to keep herself awake as she stared at that bird. And then he screeched, and the 'Puff covered her ears with her hands. It echoed in the library, with all its narrow passages and emptiness for the time. There were no other birds for it to be calling to, so Roan was puzzled as to why it was doing that. Surely nobody was up at this hour for it to be calling to. And unless it was magical, it was being extremely odd for a normal bird. Once again shivers went down her spine just staring at it staring at her.
With a small hand she wiped away the tear stains on her face as best she could, though more kept coming. The darkness of those nightmares was still there in its own haunting manor. The thought of failure pressing in on her like the walls of a room, suffocating her of all hope that she was worth anything to this war. Running her hand through her long brown hair, she sighed and tried to get her tears under control before she went back to work. Though it was late into the night, there were certain maps she wanted to take a look at before turning in. And the girl wanted to be out of the library before first light, so she could watch Entrance Hall for anyone going to the Graveyard. Despite her harsh words earlier, she wouldnt be leaving them alone to go down there. Though a weary witch who probably couldnt aim out of tiredness and anger may not be any good to the group.
Pulling her wand out again, she whispered the light spell once more. "Lumnos..." Light came from it, white and pure, but bringing more shadows in its wake. With a shiver she immidatley put it out, casting herself in darkness once again. Roan wasnt ready to face those demons yet, one at a time, one at a time. Right now she had to sort through what she had, and try and ignore the flashbacks. Though with a hand she touched her neck on the left side where that needle had entered that day in the graveyard. That drug had been a bane to her, causing her hallucinations. What if they never left her alone, and the girl would constantly have to deal with her worst fears.
Drawing her knees up into her chest again, she sat there in the chair with her head on her knees and brown hair spilling forward around a pale and weary face. Tears rolled down in constant and steady streams, never breaking the pattern. It was too much to deal with right now, after this war was over, Roan would have to sort out her life. Right now there was work to be done before the sun came up and she had to leave to seek out the Resistance Leaders.
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Post by Xailyn Rose on Jan 7, 2006 2:22:02 GMT
OOCFeedback? Your post was absolutely lovely. I just had to reply. The footsteps that drew forever nearer were soundless; the human frame was a mere silhouette against the wall. The only identification of such a miraculous being was the sudden drop of temperature. The whole body of this demonic figure carried such low temperatures; the air around her was affected as well. It seemed out of nowhere that she would appear in the library, the same library that a student that Xailyn wasn’t particularly fond of wept over something unknown at the moment to Xailyn. But the demoness was nosy, and quickly, standing behind Roan’s chair, she read thoughts, scanning the daydreams that haunted her. Xailyn’s eyebrows rose in acknowledgement, so that’s why sobs were scarcely heard throughout the room? She thought that she would be a failure. Mercilessly watch all of her friends die, die because Roan thought she would be a coward amongst her brave friends. From what the icy creature had seen, this was a girl who was anything but a coward, she always stood up to her foes, acting as if unafraid, she would hide any fear. If it wasn’t for the slight chill in the air, and the gloved hands that now tilted Roan’s chin up, cold fingers wiping away trails of tears. Roan would never have noticed this to be Xailyn. There was a definite difference in the demoness’ look. Her a little past shoulder-length black hair was now an ivory-white color, reaching mid-back. But that wasn’t the only large difference in her appearance, if you looked at her eyes, you would see the deep crimson was now a frosty blue. Yes. She looked much more icy. But alas, she also held an angelic look to her. Lips came to close contact with Roan’s ear, and Xailyn whispered to her, “Don’t worry, darling, its all your imagination,” her icy breath tickling her ear. She moved away, turning the chair Roan was sitting in with her foot, so the Hufflepuff now faced the demoness. “I never thought that you were one to cry,” she commented, her head tilting to the side slightly, examining the girl through frosty eyes. The few times Xailyn saw Roan, she seemed more of the type to always be strong, perhaps she was affected by something else? Something that pushed her emotions up and down, or caused her to have visions? The demoness wasn’t sure, or perhaps she was the one who was always confident while the situation was at hand, but then later had to cry and worry about it. Shaking her head the slightest, she couldn’t believe she was here, trying to figure some girl out that she had barely met. The icy demon smoothed down her ivory corset, and her casual beige pants that matched. Even Xailyn didn’t know her own motives.
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Post by -Roan- on Jan 7, 2006 4:25:15 GMT
OOC: Please forgive the probably crappiness of this post. After karate tonight I feel like I have been hit by a truck...several times...and am not in the best mood. Roan's face on her knees went absolutley pale when the temperature in the room dropped. Her sobbing slowed as her mind raced, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. No, it cant be. That day through at the graveyard flashed through her mind. When all these emotions had first ran back through her blood and chased away all happier thoughts of this world. Was one of her enemies back to taunt her and attack her while she was down? Slowly she drew her head up to look into those blue eyes as the demoness put her hand onto the Hufflepuff's chin. Xailyn, the demon on her nightmare, the one who always brought winter in her ungloved hands for those stupid enough to get in her way. Those like Roan. Through her previous emotional shock, and the shock of seeing the demoness in the library at the time, Roan did not move. Even if those chilly fingers traced her tears spilling down the young girl's face. Not even when her chair was moved did the 'Puff move a muscle, too tired to really do anything, too shocked. This was not the demoness from memory though, not the black haired crimson eyed monster who had tormented her. Xailyn seemed almost angelic, though Roan thought it to be a false face. Appearance meant nothing, and from what she had learned from encounters with many beings, the first actions of her attacker were usually subtle and calming. The Hufflepuff had no reason to trust the demoness. Those words so close to her face made shiver after shiver run down the girl's spine. The room had dropped noticably now in temperature, and there were goosebumps on her arms. When Xailyn pulled away, Roan tried to find something to respond with, before hanging her head in shame. These tears were weak, their Resistance didnt need anymore people like her who couldnt hold their own when their emotions came closing in on them. There were no words to explain how helpless the girl felt, how misplaced. Their side had true heroes. The loyal like Forgoil, the brave like Sylph, the steady like Rezna. All having their own part to contribute to the cause. What did Roan have? A few notes and maps, a horrible temper, and a will she refused to let break? "Im so out of place..." Tired hazel eyes strayed to the bird on the desk. What are you doing! This is the demoness who harmed you, get up! Her conscience kicked back in, and everything moved slowly for Roan. With stiff limbs she stood up and put distance between her and Xailyn. Even tired to the bone her battle sense kicked in, using her brain and not her emotions. Though if the demoness was to do anything, the girl was no match at the moment, and never was even in her prime. With another feeling of helplessness she backed away further, running into the desk and jostling the bird. It sent a wave of pain through her side and she looked down and remembered she had not tended to the injury of her last battle. She wrapped her right arm around her side where the bedsheet had been tied to stop the flow of blood, while her left hand groped for her wand. With a shaky hand she went to hold it out, but it promptly fell to the floor, being held by her weaker hand. Fool! She thought angrily just stopping to rest on the edge of the desk, a good 6 feet from Xailyn. "Leave me alone." Her voice was a hoarse croak, though fear and frustration and weariness rang in every word loud and clear. Roan was just too tired to hide her emotions at the time. She hadnt slept at all that night. The bomb had gone off in the tower at midnight, which was when Sen attacked her. Then she had dragged her in about 20 minutes later, and proceeded directly to the library, now it was about 3 AM. No stop for food or drink, just studying and work. "I dont want to fight right now, I dont want your help. I just need peace." Once again her voice was dry as she felt that chill on her skin. It brought back the haunting memories of the Graveyard, another day of her great foolishness and weakness. "Darling, you're in over your head" As if the chill had been a trigger, Roan closed her eyes and it took a lot of strength to grip the edge of the desk and keep from falling over. You are muggle born, not fit to be a witch. The depths of winter clinging to her bones, seeping into every crack of her being and searching for all the weak points before forcing them beyond the breaking point. The pure pain in her body as the cold took over her nerve system. You are weak and a fool In the real world the girl began trembling as the flashback began again, this time in more detail, she could feel every inch of her body ice over, hear her own thoughts as she was resigned to die. The darkest shadows of her mind struck again, pulling out that fated memory. Instead of fading away as it had before, Roan's eyes were thrust back into the real world, staring at the demoness in front of her. Slowly her body began to fall forward, and only with a quick hand did she manage to grab the table and steady herself. The Hufflepuff had lost all fighting spirit with that tiring flashback. Still to this day she was unaware of what caused this to come back to her. Slow movements brought her back to the chair she had abandoned in order to get away from Xailyn, Roan had no energy to stand at that moment. Hazel eyes met soft blue ones for a second, before the 'Puff tore them away to speak in her hoarse voice. "Happy to see this? Happy to see your opponent finally crack under the pressure, and realize their true self. You said Im not one to cry, but I am. For a while Ive been required to mask it, so that my enemies like you couldnt see my weakness. Treasure this moment well demoness, I will not allow you to see it again after this night." There was harshness in her words, as well as tiredness. With a sigh she buried her head in her hands, mind bugging her for sleep. But as long as that demoness was in the room, Roan would stay awake. The feeling of death though crept back into her, and for another time in her life, she found herself truly not caring what happened to her own being.
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Post by Sylph on Jan 7, 2006 9:56:55 GMT
Sylph was not the only one looking for Roan. Of course, she had sent her osprey Dylan to find the Hufflepuff girl, but there was nothing stopping her doing the same. She had already delivered Sen to the hospital wing with the help of Ashlle, and Hayzie was dealing with telling the headmistress what had gone on, so now Sylph put herself to yet another task. Whoever said being leader meant you had to delegate? Sylph was by nature a far more 'hands-on' captain, and besides, she wanted to check that Roan was alright. After all, Roan had been the one to capture Sen (Sylph's blood still boiled even at just the thought of a fellow Gryffindor being found a traitor), the one to bring them information, and how had she been rewarded? Her captive had had her memory erased, thus negating all the good Roan had done, and Sylph had treated her like a child. True, she had only told Roan to go to the hospital wing to stop her arm bleeding, but it would have been better to ask if she needed help first. Sylph wasn't exactly famed for her tact or delicacy, and she knew it, and, right then, regretted it.
So it was that at half past two in the morning, Sylph was to be found wandering the corridors, searching for her ally. In normal circumstances, she would have been worried about being caught by a prefect or a teacher, but tonight things were not normal. Her thoughts strayed to where Aylen might be, and whether the hawk Mercury - which she was now depending on to lead her to her lost friend - would stay put up in the common room. She also thought of their enemies - of Fenris and his demonic lady friend. In fact, just as she was thinking of them, she stuck her head into the dance hall, still besplendored with decorations following the Christmas Ball, where she had seen the lycan for the first time. Suddenly she caught the far off signal she had been waiting for - Dylan was calling her. She twisted her head, trying to pinpoint the sound, eventually deciding that it came from the rough direction of the second floor - the library. Instantly Sylph turned on her heel, and headed down to the second floor.* * * The library was dark. OK, so it was night time, but someone could have lit a lamp or something. Holding her wand high in her right hand and muttering lumos, Sylph took a few strides in, her peridot eyes peering this way and that, wondering if she had indeed come to the right place. Eventually, she spied Dylan.
"Here Dyl'," she called, her voice unnaturally clear and echoing in the eerily quiet confines of the library. The osprey squawked once - in warning, perhaps, or maybe just in greeting, Sylph couldn't tell which - spread his enormous wings and flew to her, landing heavily on her left arm, which was covered by Sylph's farrier's glove. Despite his considerable weight she held him easily; she was used to it.
She walked slowly into the library, her footfalls echoing off the numerous shelves and stacks, her wand held aloft; but in the narrow beam of light it emitted she saw something she did not expect. Roan was stood there, apparently ready to faint, her hand clasped on a chair. Before her there stood a woman, who for some reason reminded Sylph strongly of one of the icicles that hung from her dorm-room window at this time of year, or perhaps the ice-queen in the books she had read as a child. All Sylph could think was that this woman had the power of hypothermia - foolish maybe, but it was a powerful image, and it made everyone of Sylph's muscles instinctively freeze.
Moving only her eyes, which flashed and glittered almost unnaturally in the wand light, Sylph took in the situation. The ice-woman at the moment did not seem particularly aggressive, but Roan's wand lay useless on the floor, and Roan herself looked in no fit state to get it back. Her hazel eyes looked both fierce and faint; spirit strong but body failing, perhaps, but however things were the Hufflepuff managed to speak.
Treasure this moment well demoness, I will not allow you to see it again after this night
Sylph couldn't help but smile wryly at this. The girl still had some fight in her, and this was good. But her words explained everything; the ice-woman was Xailyn, the demoness who had been at the Christmas Ball, the one who had helped in the kidnap of a professor in the middle of her divination class. Great, Sylph thought dryly. You again. Still, this new knowledge brought a change; Sylph found she could move again, and in an instant she tossed Dylan into the air once more and pointed her wand at Roan's. Accio wand! she said firmly but quietly, deftly catching the wooden thing as it flew toward her.
"Everything alright here?" she said, her tones light and with that ever present hint of sarcasm, not that it meant anything. It sounded as if she could be talking merely about the weather, so unconcerned was her voice. "You look like you could use some sleep Roan. And what are you doing here in the school again?" she added, this time to Xailyn. It wasn't that Sylph didn't fear the demon, this was a powerful and dangerous being after all, but it was not in her nature to show it, and she figured the atmosphere was too heavy in here to be of use to either her or to Roan. Besides, she had a few tricks up her sleeve: she had met demons before. And the main thing was not to attack them first.Dylan, meanwhile, having not appreciated being thrown into the air in such an undignified manner, had let out a loud shrill call, which, while not bothering Sylph in the slightest, would not be pleasant for others' ears, even a demon's. He flapped his great wings, sending powerful down draughts of air at his girl, making her violently purple hair swirl snake-like around her, giving her a most alarming appearance. In the next moment he had landed easily on the back of the chair that Roan also leaned on, flexing his huge talons and stretching his massive wingspan whilst clacking his hooked beak in agitation. He knew something was not right here, and the woman he did not know - the one white hair - was the source of this agitation, in the way that most animals can sense when things are not right with humanoids. He squawked again, angrily, before turning to the girl named Roan who stood behind him. He eyed her boldly, but did not move again. No doubt his girl meant to help this one, which meant he would defend her also. And Dylan could be very useful in a fight.
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Post by Xailyn Rose on Jan 8, 2006 4:05:06 GMT
OOCIt was definitely not ‘crappy’ mine was horrid before. My excuse is that it was late. So the girl noticed her presence right away. Whether she believed it or not, silently she hoped it not to be the cause. But it was, the very demoness that brought Roan into the depressing depths of hell that was now standing before her. Her head remained cocked to the side, blonde hair falling down her shoulders, only a few shades lighter than her pale skin tone. All though Roan thought the demoness was going to play cute and coy for a while, then toy with her. She was not. Tonight she would take sympathy upon the girl who looked so tired, so worn out. No, tonight Xailyn would play Guidance Counselor. Not necessarily would she help Roan, but at least her goal wasn’t to freeze her, or torment the girl. The demoness was glad the tired girl did not strike her, for Xailyn had a good temper, and while she was in a generous mood, it was not wise to tempt her into her normal ways. "I’m so out of place..."Finally, after long moments of a deafening silence, the girl spoke. Though she could tell it was not to her, but more of an out loud response to her thoughts. But nevertheless, Xailyn was in her company, and her lips moved gently to reply to the comment that was most likely not directed towards her. “Aren’t we all?” She cocked a brow, the right corner of her lips rising into a half smile, “your friends could feel this way too, you realize?” An icy finger twirled pale strands of blonde along her finger, as she released the taut curl, it fell into straight strands, bouncing back to match the rest of her straight hair. The demoness was actually enjoying the girl not getting up, being alarmed. Sometimes she enjoyed her presence not being so frightful. But, that was only sometimes, she loved to know humans feared her. That’s how it should be. Frosty eyes darted to the noise of wood hitting the floor; Roan’s wand. The girl had backed a good six feet away from her, now staring at her with some of the same determination she had had previous times when encountering the ice demoness. “Leave me alone.”The slightly falling girl said, her voice weak, it was a sad attempt if Xailyn’s plans were to actually hurt her. The demoness simply straightened her neck, a smirkish smile appearing on crimson colored lips. “No.” Xailyn said after the hoarse outbreak coming from Roan. She was never one for too many words. “It’s not satisfying to me,” she added, though not giving an explanation as to why it was unsatisfying to her. “You shouldn’t hide your emotions, you become cold, bitterly cold,” the demoness told her, whether she was open to listen or not. Those frosty orbs blinked, if ever there should be a tear it would have already frozen before the fall. That was her curse now. With idle steps she closed the distance, “Stop planning, get some sleep,” she offered, turning on her heel, “I want a worthy opponent should a battle arise, and I know you are,” a slight smile appeared on her face, though Roan wouldn’t have seen it, for her back was turned, and she now walked towards the exit. But now she was faced with one of Roan’s buddies. She watched Roan’s wand fly to Sylph’s hand casually. “Of course everything is alright,” Xailyn said, along with a curt not, she blew Sylph a kiss, a wave of –100 or so air would hit her. With that last good bye, she walked out of the library. Wasn’t she sweet.
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Post by -Roan- on Jan 8, 2006 5:06:07 GMT
“Sylph…”Her voice was a hoarse whisper as she saw the purple haired girl enter the library. Roan could have cried for joy to see her leader coming in. She was convinced that Xailyn would try something malicious to her, the demoness had given her no reason to think otherwise. She had felt the cold touch of the ungloved hand, and would die before she had to face the darkest shadows of her mind again. But to her surprise, the demoness did nothing but speak to her. And actually downright refused to leave her alone when the ‘Puff had forced it. All Roan could do was put a puzzled look on her face as Xailyn walked away. No, she wouldn’t be going to sleep anytime soon, no matter what she or Sylph said. There was a great deal of work to be done, Resitance and emotional work. But something else was deeply bothering Roan.
“Am I becoming cold…” She whispered, reaching out her hand to stroke the bird in front of her. It was calming, as she very lightly brushed his feathers with her fingertips. Though she didn’t really know birds, she was fond of the ones she got to see. This was a magnificent creature before her, acting not like his kind. It seemed at this school you saw new things like this all the time. Was Roan becoming a cold figure because of all of her bottling emotions? What would that do to her abilities to fight and defend and work, would it hassle her or make her a better fighter. All questions that needed answering before the girl could find peace of mind enough to actually sleep. And at this rate she wasn’t going to sleep before she left that morning.
“Thanks for coming Sylph, I would have been no match had she done something.” Roan said, keeping her eyes to the ground. The light from Sylph’s wand returned the shadows to their surroundings, something the girl couldn’t bare to see. She knew what awaited her there, creeping in the darkness created by the light, and right now was not the time to face it. With a sigh she leaned back and found the desk behind her, and rested against it. “I know I need to sleep, but I cant. I want to continue some of the work Ive been doing since I started to learn how to defend myself out of books. Now I do this sort of thing for the Resistance, alone, nobody knows I spend hours in here thinking and learning and coming up with things. Before we leave this morning, I want to learn a few more things.” She said, still keeping her eyes down, but waving to the stacks of books and papers and journals spread pell-mell all over the desk.
If anyone took the time to read her notes, they would have found them unusual. Lists of students who had wandered into the forest, students and adults who had been acting strangely and needed an eye kept on them (Strangely enough, Sen wasn’t on this list), maps with X’s marking places where students had been attacked, and where she was guessing she could find information on Angelus Morti. Lists after lists of spells meant to help in combat. Stragtegies on attacking the graveyard, things they needed to watch out for, and much more. All the work of the hours of this night, and the many many nights before that. “Ive been working hard, there is no point in stopping now. No matter how worn out I am. No matter what I said down in the Entrance Hall, Ill be joining you this morning in the Graveyard to search for Aylen. I knew him too, and I wont condem you all of my wand may help save someone’s life.”
A look of remorse crossed her face. “About the Entrance Hall, Im sorry Sylph, for the things I said and for running off like that. It was irresponsible of me. I don’t have time to be in here thinking about myself and wondering if Im weak and able to do this, it will have to wait for another time. But I shouldn’t have abandoned you with Sen, that wasn’t right. Im sorry…” She said quietly so the purple-haired girl could see her. For a moment she looked up, hazel eyes seeing the shadows around though, all hinting at the battle to come with faces of dead friends, she tore them back towards the ground. There was a lot of work to be done, and little time to do it.
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Post by Sylph on Jan 10, 2006 10:53:20 GMT
Sylph watched warily, her wand lowered to around waist high - ready to use without being overtly threatening - as the sub-zero demoness turned on her heel. To her surprise, Xailyn blew her a kiss; not a sign of affection that was for sure. The next thing Sylph knew, she had been hit by an icy wind that could have come from the desolate shores of Antarctica itself. In a split second, her face and the top of her torso was covered in a thin layer of ice, as if she had been found after sleeping outside in the middle of a Victorian winter. For a moment, while Xailyn exited, not one of Sylph's muscles moved. Her eyes remained closed, frozen in the moment she had shut them against the icy blast; even her wand was still pointed int eh same direction; her hand didn't even tremble.
Then, all at once, her eyes flew open and she gave a couple of small, perplexed coughs. She blinked once or twice, her eyes moving slowly but steadily towards Roan's hazel ones. It was at once concerning and very, very funny.
Sylph blinked again, harder and with more purpose, and tried to move her wand arm. The ice on her skin and clothes cracked audiably, only adding to the humor of the situation.
"Bloody hell," she said, her voice hoarse and her breath fogging, raising her eyebrows with some difficulty. "You've got some interesting aquaintaces, Roan. And don't worry," she added, her voice softening slightly. "You're not cold, I don't think so, anyway. From the look of Sen there's too much fire in you for that!" Sylph began to move again, brushing the ice from herself, and rubbing her cheeks, causing the ice to fall off or thaw.
Thanks for coming Sylph, I would have been no match had she done something.
Roan's grateful but exhausted voice stirred Sylph from her de-icing.
"S'alright, don't worry about it," she told the Hufflepuff, her voice very nearly back to normal now, waving a dismissive hand. "Or the Entrance Hall either, I don't agree with what Forgoil did, but what's done is done. And Sen's up in the hospital wing now, Ashlle's looking after her, and Hayzie's gone to tell the headmistress what happened..." Sylph sighed. "And we're going to look for Aylen first thing in the morning - we're meeting in the Entrance Hall at eight. It'll be light then, and hopefully less dangerous, though I'm not betting on it. I'd love for you to be there - we need people who know their stuff."
Sylph paused, grinning slightly at Roan, and looked at the reams of notes that lay scattered on the table top. Roan had been busy, that much was clear. She gestured to the lists of attacking and defensive spells that had been compiled, but then her eye was caught by what looked like a strategy for assaulting the graveyard. Something in Sylph's gut - or was it her dreams? - told her that the graveyard is where they would find Aylen, so this was of particular interest.
"You should have been in Ravenclaw, Roan," she joked, picking up the papers and glancing over them. "But you're right. We need to learn everything we can before morning - who knows who - or what - we might find out there. So, where should we start?"
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Post by -Roan- on Jan 10, 2006 12:32:55 GMT
The girl looked up at Sylph and saw the ice from Xailyn's so called 'Kiss'. "Oh my goodness, are you alright? I would try and melt the ice off of you but, well, you saw what happens when I use fire spells when Im unstable..." She had badly burned the traitor student who had so foolishly attacked Roan, thinking her an easy target. When she got angry, or was upset, she lost control of her fire spells sometimes, rather then letting a set amount of flame out, she just let torrents of it sweep around the area her wand covered. It would do no good to burn Sylph too, the group had just recovered by finding another leader, Roan wasnt sure they could do that again. "Sorry, I wish there was something I could do about that. Ive been at the end of her hand, I know how cold it can get." The 'Puff shivered at the thought and turned to the papers so she could listen to Sylph, but keep her eyes occupied on something else.
She growled when Sen was mentioned. "Personally, I dont care less if Sen dies or lives. My regret in this is that I didnt burn her more, though I doubt I could have if I wanted to. She is no use to us anymore, and now we have to keep her under guard and knowing Angelus Morti, hes going to send someone after her to get his agent." Roan said with remorse, shaking her head. It would be wrong to just leave the Gryffindor to her own devices, because Fenris or Xailyn would surely go after her. Xailyn. "You know, we should probably check and make sure Sen is still in the Hospital Wing after this, make sure Miss Demoness hasnt already tried to capture the little pawn. I couldnt believe it was Sen though, and she tried to capture me like I wouldnt fight back. It just doesnt seem like a Gryffindor to act like she did." She had gone over that situation again and again, notes on it were somewhere in that pile, she couldnt figure out why Sen was aiding Angelus Morti, it made no sense.
The 'Puff had to shut her eyes though when the Graveyard was mentioned. Her voice was little more than a whisper, enough for Sylph to hear it, but quiet. "I will be there at 8 Captain, I wont abandon my friends and my group when one spell may get us out of there. Though Im warning you, that place is a maze. If we are leading a large group of people into a crowded space with lots of cover, its folly. There are only a few places that are even logical to begin, and one wrong turn could leave us in the graveyard for days, to be easily picked off when we are tired and weak by Angelus Morti's cronies. There is a reason every time someone even sets a foot into that place of the dead, they come out scarred and different. It changes us."
That day in the graveyard had been horrific, but not as bad as some of the things Roan had faced to this day. Nothing beat the forest yet, though this mornings trip may well do it. When Sylph shifted through papers, Roan just let her, leaning against the desk and admiring her work, stifling a yawn that brought water to her eyes. This whole plan was hopeless, but hopefully they wouldnt lose too many people to that Graveyard. "No, Im not too smart. Most of this comes from books. Though strategy, thats mine. I was too strongly willed when it came to the ones I love and care for to be put in Ravenclaw, so I was in Hufflepuff instead." She said tiredly, having had this conversation before. Roan was good at things like coming up with a strategy, or looking at a situation and coming up with a few to approach it. She was good at analyzing a situation. But the spells were all from books, as was the info on demons and lycans that was sorely needed in this war.
One small shaky hand reached out and pointed to a map of the graveyard with a few small X's on it, to the left of Sylph. Roan focused her eyes down on it, keeping them from the shadows of the room. There were hundreds upon hundreds of squares on the map, each bearing the name of a deaceased. "Here, this is where we start if you want to look through my information. This would be most useful. Ive been looking at the graveyard latley, we, or at least I, have known for a while its where Angelus Morti resides. There are only a few logical places he could be holding people, confined to the Mausoleums. There are also a limited amount of them. My advice is to pan out in the areas marked and search those. This is where I suggest we begin." Roan tapped one X on the map that sent chills down her spine. "A little while ago I followed Fenris Fenrir's voice into the graveyard, he was shouting for his master, screaming. This is where I found him. Im assuming Angels Morti has to be somewhere in this region, though there are others that need to be searched as well. A few other students were attacked at this place, not just me. The problem is, its not at the edge of the graveyard, its deeper in. More trouble for us."
Roan's face was a grim line as she kept her finger on that X, remembering that day in the graveyard with Xailyn, Fenris, and Luka. That day she got information she wanted about the probable area of Angelus Morti and his captives. Hopefully she wasnt wrong.
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Post by Sylph on Jan 11, 2006 12:01:49 GMT
"I'm fine, don't worry 'bout it," she said dismissively, smiling wryly at Roan's questions about her wellbeing. And it was true, already the cold was leaving her, not that Sylph was very receptive to temperature anyway. "And don't worry about Sen either - Ashlle's with her up there, and I've already locked Sen down - she doesn't even have her wand, thanks to you." Sylph paused. Sen deserved what she got, but not caring whether she lived or died? No, Sylph didn't want that. If Sen was to actively fight against them, then Sylph would take her down, but leaving her to die? No way. As brave and tough and ruthless as she was, Sylph could never do that, but she wisely decided not to extend the subject - Roan was obviously and understandably touchy about it.
She also debated asking if Roan was OK - there was obviously more wrong than tiredness; her pupils were dilated and she looked quite frankly spaced - but Sylph reasoned that quizzing her now was not the best of ideas. Instead she turned her mind to more practical things, such as the logistics of navigating their way through the graveyard.
"I've been in the graveyard before," she told Roan musingly. "It's weird place, that's for sure; when I was the for the first time we I was trapped there for a night - every time I turned to leave my feet froze the the floor. But that was the ghost, not the place. But I agree, it seems to be the heart of our enemies' operation, and it a difficult place to figure out, but at least we have a guide, even if he is only a bird. The real problem lie in who - or what - is waiting for us down there. Our real hope is to be fast and quiet, and if we get into trouble, that we know the best place to defend from. And how to defend properly," she added, almost as an afterthought.
Sylph moved closer to the table and peered at the map Roan indicated, holding her wand close to the paper.
"Sounds good," she answered approvingly. Roan was obviously better at planning than herself, but then that was to be expected when a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor were in question. "I think you're right. If Aylen is being held down there, he'll be trapped somehow, very likely in one of these larger tombs or crypts." Sylph paused again, giving a slight inward shudder. Heaven knew how long Aylen had been trapped in the cold and damp, surrounded by spider webs and decaying corpses. On the plus side, he might be kept company by a ghost she added, immediately cursing the part of her brain that came up with that one. Honestly, a sense of humor as one thing... Sylph shook herself. There were things to be done.
"Spells, curses jinxes and hexes, I think," she said briskly, trying to work up some of the energy that had been fading from her all night. "You can start by teaching me that fire spell. And I should probably look at my elemental work too, I've been getting out of practice."
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Post by -Roan- on Jan 11, 2006 15:03:00 GMT
"Oh yeah, its strange..." Roan muttered straightening away from the map she had been hunched over and stifling a yawn. Strange was an understatement for that graveyard, it held some of the world's weirdest things. "Its up to you, Ill bring this with me tomorrow, plus all of my research. If you want some of my curses and jinxs and charms, they are in this notebook here." She picked up a large red notebook bound with leather. "I can make spell lists of simpler ones we can use on impulse and bring them down tomorrow as well, with copies for everyone. We need to be as armed as possible. Im really scared for what could be waiting for us down there in that graveyard. Angelus Morti is smart, and has to have more than just a lycan and a demon and a traitor under his command. I dont want us to go running blindy down there, this Resistance cant afford to lose you or anyone else, we will fall and the school will fall just because we were foolish and entered the place."
She sighed and thought again before speaking. "Im worried too about who we take down. Do we know the spell casting capablities of everyone that is going down there? And what about the castle, is someone waiting here for us in case we do come back with limbs hanging off? What if a surprise attack is launched on the school while we are out in the graveyard, and we cant do anything because we are fighting? There are so many factors to consider, and we are just rushing in on impulse because we care about the people in there. We dont even know if Aylen or Windwaltz are alive, if we are just going to find corpses when we go down there. And even if they are alive and in a tomb, they cant be concious, Angelus Morti is smarter than that, there has to be something up. I can feel a shadow just hovering over us just waiting to fall and smother us, put out the candle of this Resistance." More tears were running down her face now as she spoke, eyes on the desk.
But Roan just took a few deep breaths and calmed herself, ready to respond to Sylphs other comment. "You want to learn that fire spell, its simple, just Incendio, something basic we learn. But when I get over emotional or stressed or angry, I cant control the spell. Normally a small amount of fire comes out, or an amount I control. But what happened with Sen, I lost my temper, and instead of a stream of flame, I got a torrent, a wall of fire. It all depends on my mood." She said simply, her voice shaking from her previous comments. She pointed her wand at an empty area of the library, an aisle with lots of space so even if her spell got away from her it wouldnt burn the books. Taking a deep breath, she bellowed "Incendio!" Forgetting her mood at that moment, fire burst from her wand in a wall, nearly touching the books, but Roan waved her wand in time to cut it off, sweat now coming from her forehead.
That heat, she felt the warm air from the fire come rushing back at her in the face, awakening yet again another old memory. The 'Puff should have noticed that it was things like that waking up her nightmares. But it seemd she never learned. A slow and controlled hand lowered her wand to her side, but she wasnt seeing the empty place in the library anymore. Her eyes were unfocused and her heart was racing. Trees, those menacing trees just leering at her, having finished their punishment and letting onto another. Roan was looking into eyes now, bright crimson eyes. Mai's eyes. As she was lifted off the ground, the demoness's white hot hands were on her upper arms. Then the fire came, and muscle and tissue and veins were all burnt. Roan was screaming, screaming even after the demoness let go and dropped her to the ground, two indents in her arms and blood spilling forth onto the forest floor.
Her eyes quickly focused and the 'Puff let out a small scream of her own, dropping to the floor of the library. Her hands flew to her upper arms where moments ago she had felt the furious pain of having her skin and muscle slowly burned away. More tears streame down her face as the girl struggled to refocus herself again, shake herself out of the nightmare. She was on her knees, wand lying forgotten on the ground. Roan's head was spinning, but she didnt care. She was showing weakness to her captain. But the girl didnt know how to make the hallucinations and flashbacks stop. "They are so real..." She whispered, her eyes closed and body shaking as she was crying again. "I can feel the pain, I can feel it and remember what happened. So vivid. So real." Roan wasnt talking to anyone in particular, mostly to herself. What good would she be if every time something triggered a hallucination or flashback, she lost control of herself? None at all.
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Post by Xailyn Rose on Jan 11, 2006 21:26:47 GMT
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*pops back in*
Er...I'd just like to add that Xailyn didn't say Roan was cold. She said she could turn cold if she kept going the way she was. *nods*
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Post by Sylph on Jan 13, 2006 16:27:29 GMT
Sylph opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, unable to interject during Roan's onslaught of questions. When she paused, Sylph finally got her word in.
"We can't not go," she said flatly in reply. "And I'm planning on only taking a few people. The rest can stay here, and if we get into trouble, they can be the back up, get in the headmistress or something. I know most of those who turned up tonight - they can handle themselves alright. We won't be running blind, I have a very reliable, uh, scout, shall we call him?" Sylph gestured at Dylan where he sat preening himself on the chair.
"And I don't think we'll be facing a surprise attack, not yet. This angel of death guy seems to plan to much for that - we just need to watch out for his minions - like Fenris." Sylph shuddered inwardly again. Did she not want to meet that particular lycan again. Then she realised that Roan was crying, silent tears splashing down her reddened cheeks. Sylph's shoulders sank slightly; she felt tired and sorry for the girl.
"Hey, Roan, don't worry, huh?" she told the girl softly, now ignoring the papers in her hand. "Good always triumps over evil, right? Well, if I have anything to say about it, it does. And Aylen is alive," she added, her voice more determined now. "That much I know, and like I said, we can't just do nothing if we know that. As for the shadow... well, I've known worse darkness than this."
Suddenly Roan started muttering, her eyes wild and fluttering, her muscles in spasm. The next thing Sylph knew, the girl had collapsed on the floor, uttering a small scream. Sylph instinct was to back away to give the girl room - she might be having a fit, but no, she was talking again. Something about pain, "so real..." In the next instant, Sylph was at Roan's side, helping her up, having gone into her super-efficient-health-emergency-mode. Sylph had seen people on drugs before - it was all part of the area she had grown up in - and this looked like a bad acid flashback.
"C'mon Roan," she said, pushing back the girl's hair so she could look her in the eye, examining her pupils agan - they were indeed dilated. "Right, there's nothing here, ok, listen to my voice, there's nothing here, it's all in your head. Just look at me, at my face, ok? Focus on it, there's nothing here to hurt you. Now, Roan, have you taken anything? If you tell me what it is that's causing this, I might be able to help you." While Sylph was deeply sympathetic for Roan - hallucinations were bad enough when they were caused by 'flu, let alone drugs - she couldn't help also feeling a little guilty. She had been here for a while now, and while having noticed that there was something wrong, had done nothing to help - and now look. Sylph may have been Roan's captain, if only for a few hours, but she had already let down one of her wards. Maybe she awsn't cut out for this... I knew I should have made her go to the hospital...
OOC: ugh, I don't like this post... sorry for the poor effort.
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Post by -Roan- on Jan 13, 2006 18:20:25 GMT
Roan opened her eyes, and found herself being helped up by Sylph. Her legs were shaking but she managed to stay upright. The Gryffindor's words were ringing in her head, and she found it hard to concentrate. Just look at me, at my face, ok? Focus on it, there's nothing here to hurt you. The 'Puff obeyed, keeping her hazel eyes concentrated forward, and trying to force the thoughts of what had happened out of her mind. It was a hard task, these things were greatly bothering Roan, and in her emotional distress, they were more likely to come up. She managed to nod at Sylph to show her captain she was listening, and she was just going to focus on her, no matter what else danced before her eyes. A few deep breaths and she found the strenght to speak again, tears still running down her face. Each word was hard to say, and her voice was stressed through her sobs. "A...a few days ago, I went into the forest after a student...we...met someone there, he hurt the boy I was with so I yelled at him. And he stuck something in my neck..."Roan was trying to remember what had happened, bringing foggy memories back to mind until she vivdly remembered that syringe going into her, its contents entering her blood stream. "A needle, he put a needle in my neck and injected me with something...Im not sure what it was. But things changed after that. I couldnt tell what was reality, I only saw horrors and things that werent there." Her breathing cut off her words every so often, her eyes trying to tear away from the Gryffindor's face. "It was horrible, they were trying to hurt me, and there was fire, and darkness, and blood, lots of blood." "Except I dont think I imagined it all...Mai...and Fenris, they were there too, my arms were burned, badly burned...and it just kept coming. And now I keep having these hallucinations and flashbacks, and the plague me whenever I let my guard down...they are so real, I can feel those hands burning through my arms, I can see their faces and almost smell the burning flesh. I dont know what is happening to me, its not normal. And I just want it to stop so I can be of use to you guys. What happens if I have a flashback during this graveyard mission? Ill be useless, more than useless, Ill be dangerous..." Roan closed her eyes and let her shoulders just droop, standing there crying in front of Sylph. "Im sorry, I didnt mean for this to happen, I just wanted to help. I didnt mean to show this weakness of mine. I havnt slept for 2 days now, and havnt gotten a decent sleep since that forest." She opened her eyes and looked apologetically at Sylph. "Ive also been irresponsible. I didnt get this healed, I refuse to go to the Hospital Wing. As soon as we are done this morning, Ill go, I promise. But I cant be expected to just stay behind when there are things I can help with, or I think I can help with." Her voice was meek, and she almost dropped her eyes to the ground, trying to force away all of the things still coming. OOC: Even if you didnt put much effort in, your posts still beats my post by a mile And your post was fine, dont underestimate yourself
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