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Post by Faerlain on Nov 10, 2005 19:38:29 GMT
Her head had been hanging low for these past few moments as thoughts flew around inside the prefect's mind. There was nothing she personally could add to the conversation, simply because her encounted with the lycan had been a brief one. None the less, she had been able to drive him away, but failed to prevent him from taking the Professor. Maybe that was a loss they would be forced to take, as unwilling as she was to admit that. But, somewhere deep inside of her, she knew that Talon and Amy Stevens had not been killed. Trajan was proof of that much. Also, it seemed pointless for the leader of this group to kill the people he kidnapped, mostly because he could have just killed them and not bothered to kidnap them in the first place.
Sighing, she tried her best to look attentive and allowed Forgoil to speak on behalf of her house. Word had come to her of the words he had spoken to Carmen and she wasn't quite sure how she was supposed to feel anymore. Should she pretend that nothing had ever happened? Though he had never said it to her before, she had always believe that Forgoil loved her, but now the truth was out that he held affections towards the blue haired Hufflepuff instead. She should just leave him alone and allow him to make whatever choices he wished to. That might finally bring her some peace to think about other, more important things.
"Aylen." She said, suddenly turning her attention back to the rest of the group. "I think it best if you were to be leader. But, if you are worried about your safety, why not make it appear that someone else is the leader? Like a decoy of sorts. A sacrifice."
She almost said that she would do it... almost. There was hardly any more desire in her to see another battle, but she would be best suited for it. There was no escaping that fact. But if she were to perish, what would happen to the rest of the house of Hufflepuff? A new prefect would be chosen, though she was uncertain if there were any who were capable of doing the job well enough. Maybe Lars or Rezna, but those were the only names she could think of.
"As for my role in all of this, I will take whatever is given to me." she said in a solemn tone. Surely Trajan knew of her involvement in the last Cabel, as well as her part in Michaela's last war. She thought that he might be the best one to assign parts in this grand scheme, though she did not doubt Aylen's ability to do so either.
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Rezna Lardale
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Nov 10, 2005 23:05:52 GMT
Standing quietly, Rezna had been busy dissecting all the new information she had been given. If indeed both Ark and Isaac were with Angelus Mortis, as well as the demoness from Divinations, and the lycan, then surely there were more they did not know of. When the rescue mission for the Professors was voiced, she felt like speaking against Trajan's idea of letting only a few go. Who knew what they would face there, and she didn't feel like putting three people against the known four.
But before she could say a word, Aylen spoke up. He wanted to assign the role of leader to another. Shocked, Rezna tried to pick on his reasons why, and found them instantly. They were very similar to hers.
After both Trajan and Faerlain finished, Renza had to regather her thoughts before speaking herself.
"Aylen, you brought all of us here to talk about this threat. You have brought us together into a type of army, if you will, against Angelus Mortis. And now, after doing what any leader would, you're asking us to pick someone else when you've proven that you're perfect for the job?"
"I agree with Faerlain, you don't exactly have to let the whole world know that you're out leader. But that doesn't mean that you can't lead the search and rescues, as well as our own attacks. In a way, we might as well play along with the lycan's master's game. We don't' know who he is, he might as well not know who our leader is."
She took a deep breath before finishing with, "And as for me, I guess I will join Forgoil in the Hufflepuff common room. As of right now, I would be of no little use to any of you."
Rezna swallowed down her reluctance, for she couldn't take back what she said. It was most unlike her to sit back and let her friends go into danger. She knew that she will probably go insane while being locked inside the common rooms, but she didn't have a choice. Her wand was gone, and she had yet to find a chance to slip into Hogsmeade for a new one. Thus, being powerless, she would only be detrimental to any of their rescue missions.
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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Nov 13, 2005 3:03:25 GMT
Trajan’s words had been like a slap in the face for the redhead, but it had stopped him from letting his nerves do any more of the talking. He had to take responsibility. The redhead blew out a loud breath of air, then grinned sheepishly and shook his head. “You’re right. I’m sure if no one were able to sacrifice him or herself, the entire thing would become useless before we even began, right?” All leaders must have gone through the self-doubt moment at one time or another. Now that Aylen had gotten that out of his system, they could move on to more important things. “I can’t be the leader hiding and commanding from behind, so I won’t.” The Gryffindor looked up at them all, suddenly full of energy again. It was so simple Aylen found it hard to believe he hadn’t thought of it before. “Sorry about that, guys,” he apologized. Perhaps he would make it into the history books after all.
“Okay, now, Trajan,” Aylen began. “You need to remember that aurors are specially trained to deal with threats like these. We are only students, so only a few may not be enough. Like Azrael and the Cabal, we can have a specialized group. We can be the specialized group and Trajan can train us, if he’s willing.” He watched for a response from the former bird. “We may be caught by surprise instead if we approach too early without preparing.”
“And speaking of preparing,” the Gryffindor continued, turning to the Hufflepuff prefect. “I suppose a decoy would be a good idea, though I’d rather not have anyone mentioned as the person in charge. Anyone who does would become a target. Does anyone have an idea to solve these problems?”
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Post by Faerlain on Nov 13, 2005 3:34:15 GMT
A target. But for what? For more violence? Was it really such a sin to sacrifice yourself for a place you loved; for the people that you would die to defend? In the eyes of Faerlain... it wasn't so much of an issue. If she didn't worry so much about her house and the kind of hands it might be placed into, she might almost volunteer herself. There was nothing for her to lose, after all. Forgoil loved another; that much she knew. And he was also capable of taking care of the common room- that much she knew after various vacations that she had taken during which she had left him in charge. Except for the common room getting a serious makeover, nothing too serious had ever happened while she was away. But what if she went away... forever? Could they survive? Would they?
These were the thoughts swarming around in her head as she was, once again, forced to consider her own mortality. But she was strong. If it had to be anyone who could take a blow; she would be the one who was best able to do it. Besides Kasey, Wyl and a few others, she was one of the oldest Hufflepuffs. Her graduation was only a year away and it felt closer every single day. Could she not fufill one final honor for the school that had sheltered her for so many long years?
"I'd be willing to be the decoy." She quietly volunteered, raising her eyes up from the ground. "I know it might sound suicidal, but I think it would be a possible task for me to handle. And... if I were to fall, there are others who are able to take my place. Compared to most of you here, I'm old. I've seen my share of battles and I've fought before. I wouldn't mind if this were the last one I saw. It would be an honorable death."
Her eyes slowly drifted over to make contact with Forgoil's- what would his response be? Somewhere, deep down, she wanted him to stop her from this madness. She wanted him to say that he loved her and that he could never let her do such a thing- but would he? Did his heart not belong to Carmen now?
Only time would tell.
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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Nov 19, 2005 17:40:41 GMT
Watching Faerlain’s face carefully, Aylen noted there was no hesitation present. She really wanted to do this. He opened his mouth, about to ask if she was sure, but closed it again. It was a stupid question. Of course he was sure. Catching her gaze, he said firmly, “No one’s going to die. I won’t let anyone die.” A foolish statement, for what can one boy do to protect so many people? Perhaps the statement was for Aylen himself more than anyone else. He had always felt the need to protect others, though he often failed. He shook his head and sighed. “Thank you, Faerlain.”
From atop the redheaded Ravenclaw’s head, Mercury screeched. Aylen sighed and translated for the others. “He’s right. We still haven’t gotten anything done yet. We should worry more about how we can teach the school to protect themselves rather than how we can protect the school alone.” The bird squawked again. “We need to start informing students of what is happening and what we can do about it. What they can do about it.” His green eyes scanned the group, watching for their reaction. Though Aylen agreed with his merlin, what did the others think?
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Nov 19, 2005 19:01:30 GMT
Forgoil perked up the moment he heard Faerlain's voice. So she wished to be the decoy leader? For a while, Forgoil repressed the urge to talk her out of it, for though he would have loved nothing better to do that very thing, it was Faerlain's decsion; he was not Faerlain Darian. As Faerlain's eyes now rested on him, looking at him as if he had done some irreversable act and yet there was still hope of fixing it; his facade crumbled. No more was he the serious and somewhat stoic boy that had entered the Astronomy Tower; he had reverted back to more of the Forgoil Halifirien that this school first knew; a boy that couldn't control his emotions.
He wanted to fall to the floor and let it all out; the urge to scream and cry out in agony was too much for the boy. Why was Fate so fickle? It seemed that he had done something not to his knowing, or maybe he did know but just couldn't find the act that had started this downfall. Was it...no; it couldn't be possible that Faerlain had heard about it. Carmen had been on the verge of Death when he had said those fateful words to her; Forgoil thought he had lost a friend for eternity and it turned out otherwise. But for Faerlain to hear this; how was she feeling after all that they had done together?
She must have been distraught, devestated, and yet she looked so full and herself after that. Perhaps that was why she had needed to leave for sometime; she didn't want the others in the Common Room to see what a state she was in; the state that his action had left her in. Breathless from this revelation, Forgoil staggered backward until his back rested against the wall. Looking at the floor with utmost woe, Forgoil blinked back the tears that had begun to well up in his green-grey eyes. What had he done?
"Aylen and others...please forgive me", said Forgoil slowly as his voice quaked, "But...I think that this meeting has gotten the better of me at the moment and I would like to be dismissed. If you need me; just ask through Rezna and Faerlain; they know which dorm is mine." Forgoil tried to put on a pseudo attitude as he prepared to leave when Aylen replied. "Rezna, Ondrea, Hayzie and Teagan; may you have the best of luck in this business. Trajan; I hope that you will be able to see Professor Windwaltz again; if that is what you truely want. Faerlain; ...congratulations and your time is not now; it will come when it is ready. Just keep that in mind."
"Aylen; before I go; I have one other thing to say other than farewell. If you seek to rouse the student body; the best way is through the Great Hall where all come and gather. Should you need help; tell me and I will be there. So this is farewell now, Aylen Hawkins. May you command your peers and friends justly and successful. Now with your permission; I would like to go."
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Post by Faerlain on Nov 19, 2005 21:14:08 GMT
Nobody was going to die. Had she not heard that statement before? Sometime, somewhere, it aroused a distant memory. Death was unavoidable in battle. Surely Aylen knew that, but she also knew that a boy such as him was loathe to think of that fact. You could not fight a war without experiencing some casualties. This much she was aware of. If the enemy was strong, they could only hope to attempt to be stronger... or, at least be able to outnumber them. That much they could probably do. There were enough students in the school that they could surely outnumber whatever creatures decided to come out from the forest.
"Thank you, Aylen." She replied softly, her eyes returning to her shoes once more. "I was also thinking that we could hold classes or something of the sort. To train the rest of the school on spells that might not normally be taught in classes, but would help them to better defend themselves."
So he did not decide to talk her out of it; but to instead think that he could do nothing. No. All he need do was to fix things. Make things better and put them back how they used to be. Then things would be the same again. How could he think she didn't find out? Carmen had almost died, so naturally she had been informed.
"Fine. Leave." She whispered under her breath, keeping her eyes on the ground. "Just leave then. I... well, do what you please and I'll do what I please." A few tears did well in her own eyes, but she pushed them away quickly with the sleeve of her robe. This wasn't the matter at hand. She had been stupid to drag her own problems into a meeting about how they could try and prevent a dangerous threat. Stupid.
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Post by Hayzie on Nov 19, 2005 21:22:00 GMT
The night was turning into something very different to what she had expected. Everyone seemed to be leaving with farewells explaining where they could be contacted. However, they still had far to go.
Faerlain had offered to be a decoy, and Forgoil didn't seem to react to it so well. There were few left compared to the beginning number on the top of the tower, now. As the Hufflepuff Prefect continued, stating maybe they could hold classes, Hayz piped up. "I could help teach, if you'd like. I mean, there's not much else I can do, really," she offered, hoping they would take her up on it.
Physically, there wasn't much she could do, but the blonde Prefect was always willing to try and do what she could. Plus, defending the school seemed to be her favourite hobby as of late.
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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Nov 20, 2005 16:45:35 GMT
Aylen noticed when a small thump alerted him that Forgoil had baked into a wall. One would have been a fool not to notice the tension between the two Hufflepuffs. For an awkward moment, they stared each other down. The grey-haired student spoke haltingly and asked to be excused. Deciding to find out what could have possibly have gotten between them at a better time, the redhead nodded at his friend. “I’m sure Rezna or Faerlain can fill you in later, if you really need to go. Be careful and thank you.” Aylen rubbed his temples in an attempt to massage away the headache that had developed. He had a feeling he would be seeing this problem again.
Sighing, he turned his attention back on the matter at hand for now. “Right. Teaching the students. That’s a good start. I think having the ones with most seniority should teach. Usually that means Prefects,” he said, indicating Hayzie, Faerlain, and Teagan, though Teagan was younger. Directing his gaze at Trajan, he added, “and since you claim to have been an auror, you must have quite a few good spells you can pass on to us, am I right?”
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Post by Ondrea on Nov 29, 2005 5:54:48 GMT
Ondrea sat silently, she didn't feel her input was needed very much so at the current moment. Although, her attention was. She listened to every word, clinging onto everything each person said, trying to make sense of everything. Trying to make a plan, to come up with a solution, but that was no where near easy.
As Trajan suggested that not many people should go on the mission, Ondrea disagreed. Apparently there was quite of few 'Angels' of Angelus Morti, and having only a couple go against them - why, it was just like easy bate, they would almost for certain be defeated. It would be pointless, and just a call for death. She didn't say anything though, the idea seemed to be pushed aside soon enough.
As Faerlin voiced her role that she would be willing to play on the matter, Ondrea started to question what she should do, what would she be most helpful as. So she decided to speak, she hadn't said much for a while, and she didn't know what she should do, "Whatever I am needed for, I am here." It was true. Ondrea did not care for her own life, she could die, and it wouldn't matter to her. The only point in life was to help, and this was definitely helping, so she didn't mind risking her life at all. Life was merely there.
Her gaze fell on first Faerlin, then to Forgoil. There was definite tension, or emotion, something was going on between the two. She looked at the ground, hoping that there wouldn't be some sort of awkward silence, making it obvious that everyone had caught onto the moment between the two. Whatever that moment was about.
Ondrea simply nodded to the suggested ideas, she thought it was a smart idea to have students prepared and well trained, for their opponent would be a challenge, for some, maybe even facing the lycans and 'Angels' it would be like pleading for their own torturous death.
The stars light twinkled slightly on her cold and distant blue eyes, as she stared at the air before her, just thinking, "We need as many people as possible. The Great Hall is a good idea. Preparing students, another great idea." Ondrea said without much thought, or more, without any thought what so ever. She just spoke plain and simple, and might have not even made any sense - that was common for the Slytherin.
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