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Post by -Roan- on Nov 26, 2005 4:53:04 GMT
Fury filled Roan unequaled to what she felt before when Ashelle started to yell at Sen. That was enough. Rising from her seat at the table, Roan strode over to stand nearby Sen and Ashelle. It took a great deal of will, enourmously great, to keep from slapping the Gryffindor. But her eyes spoke what her actions could not. “You leave her be right now! Your stupid ancestry doesn’t matter in this situation, Fenris will kill you just the same as he will kill me. If I ever, EVER hear you use that as an insult against anyone every again, hunter or not, Azkaban or not, you shall suffer for it. That is a low insult, and cruel. Your ancestors are dead and cannot do anything for us, so unless they can rise from the dead and kill this lycan, then bite your tongue!”
Her voice was a near scream now, for she was angry at Ashelle. That she chose not to act on her own free will. Now she wanted them to hire her, and her face drew into a scowl. Once again she had to restrain herself from attacking the ignorant girl in front of her then and there. “Hire you, Hire you!?! Your courage is not being questioned, not be me at least, What I question is your heart, your sanity, your respect towards living creatures. I question whether or not you truly care about any of these people in this room. Fenris will kill us all!” Sweeping a hand to motion to every student. From 1st years to 7th years, and even the staff. Aylen was right, they were picking them off one by one. And Roan had no intentions of letting a single soul suffer what she had suffered at his hands ever again. Turning a very angry hazel gaze back towards Ashelle, she continued, words full of spite. “Do not think you are the only one who has suffered from this. Many of us have. If you could not hold him off before on your own, what makes you think you can do so now? I for one will not let another person suffer the wrath of his claws, his insanity, his madness. I am ashamed that you will let them because of some stupid orders. What is death for one person when you save the lives of hundreds. It is a cause worth dying for.”
The last part of her words were said with resolve, and Roan was calming a bit. Tears threatened to pour from her eyes, but she held them back with newfound strength. She would show no weakness to this weakling of a girl. Unwilling to fight an possibly die so others could live their lives. Unwilling to aide those in need. With another glare of spite, Roan finished her words. "You are a selfish brat Miss, if you will not lay down something as...precious..as your own life, to rescue others from certain peril. If you want to know what I question, its the quality of your soul, which I think blackens with every word you speak." Her voice was now quieter, but still deadly. Roan was trying to make it clear that Ashelle needed to either buckle down or stop. Because these words could harm the cause. Giving a reasurring smile to Sen, and putting her hand on the girl's shoulder for a moment, Roan walked away and back to her seat by Aylen.
As she sat down, Roan let out all emotion in a long sigh. What is this school coming to? A time where a lycan stalks us as prey, attacking the weak, and taunting the strong. Reducing us and dividing us until all hope will be lost and scattered to the wind, hopeless to recover. Will we all be food on a platter, for him to eat at his choosing. What are we going to do if those who have ability to act will not do so, what are we going to do... Roan thought. Memories flashed by, and she still felt the sting of his claws in her back, which she would always feel subconciously. The feeling of panic as her head was forced under water, only to be released at his will. Is this truly what awaits every innocent student at our school? How can Ashelle stand by and do nothing! Her eyes were staring into the table, and she had to quickly wipe away one tear, one small drop of emotion that had leaked out. They needed more people to rally to the cause.
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Nov 26, 2005 15:42:51 GMT
"You . . ." Ashlle could not believe Roan. She had no feeling for what the BFC would do to Ashlle if she killed out of turn. The Fate that awaited a Rouge Hunter was horrible, so horrible it was not spoken of in any of the handbooks. Ashlle hadn't any idea if it was a physical punishment or a mental one, all she knew is that Fenris Fenrir wasn't worth it.
"You have no idea how much life is worth. Your Idea of it is let the few die so the many may live. That is not an option. All must live or no one can, at least not with any sort of comfort. You think I would not fight for you when I just said I would. I though it was Slytherins whom held no stock in the Rules. Rules are there for our protection, if Rouge Hunters were just aloud to wander about willy-nilly there would be a lot more deaths than from one Crazy Lycan, over large or not! I am not going to write that letter myself, in all honesty I'm not aloud to." Ashlle shook her head and sniffed.
"I'm sorry I said those things about ancestry. To be honest I really don't care unless you are an actual Muggle, (I can't stand those Muggles!) with no magic what so ever. But my heart and soul are exactly where they should be. I care about my life because I'm no good to anyone else if I'm dead. I'll join your cause, but I work my way, understand? If you don't want to work with me, fine I have other places I can be, like in classes." Ashlle waited for Aylen to reply this time for he'd not done so as of yet. As he was the leader of this . . . Plan he should be the one to exclude her or not.
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Forgoil Halifirien
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Nov 26, 2005 17:21:04 GMT
"Bravo, bravo one and all. What a fine representation that you have all made today!", came a sarcastic voice followed by applause; applause that the owner of the voice made, "Would you really think that this bickering is really why you are here? The Gryffindor, being the House of the brave and true, must not only be the house that it is meant to be; but they get to choose whether they live through the night and use the other three houses as a shield. An interesting concept indeed." And with a push from the outside, the doors to the Great Hall opened up to reveal one more of the members that had attended Hawkins' meeting. One that was more concerned with the safety of the school than he let show.
Forgoil Halifirien sported a small smile, greatly amused at the prospect that these students seemingly would rather fight a war of words amongst each other and weaken their fellows with blackened words and vile intent. If that was the case, then the Lycan that Aylen had told him about had already won the war (if there was to be one), for a divided foe can only put up so much resistance. Striding closer to where Hawkins sat with a girl that had one of the Hufflepuff badges on her uniform, Forgoil stopped momentarily and grabbed an apple from a nearby table before continuing.
"Now; I am sure that Mister Hawkins has no intentions whatsoever of using the other houses as shields to save his own, but it seems that some of you are rather reluctant on this matter. Don't worry; you don't have to be resolved on where you stand just yet, for I am still making that up as I go. But...you wouldn't want to die in this possible conflict." Forgoil paused before going on "And it makes perfect sense too; why give your life now when you have so much to live for? Why, in about 2 years from now when I am 17; I could very well no longer come to this school if I so chose. Still; there is one duty that should be before you at all times."
"The duty to your friends, to those people you greet in the halls, to those mates of yours that you have lunch with, share classes; what will you do when they are gone? How will you feel, knowing that you could have helped them, maybe even saved them from such a fate, but you decided that your life was more valuable than their's. They had hopes; they had dreams just as you and your descion could very well crush all they had to hope and dream for. Let that rest on your mind for awhile and then decide on where you stand." Taking a small bite from the apple, Forgoil once more walked toward Aylen until he stood right before him.
Offering a playful salute that went against his stoic attitude of earlier, Forgoil winked at Aylen and the other hufflepuff before saying, "Watch out for those apples mate; sweet in the beginning and then a sour ending; just like a life wasted. And as for lives, Captain Hawkins; if you want a shield in this possible occurance that you preach so ardently about; then Hufflepuff will be that shield. To save the other houses from falling into disarray and quarreling; I think that many of my house mates would agree with me and be willing to do whatever needs doing. Besides; sacrificing one house to save the others is a worthy thing in my eyes; better to die and be remember for ages, of how those of Hufflepuff valiently held their ground to the end, than to let this place fall prey to inner menaces. You all are as much a menace to this school as the lycan; bickering as you are, and perhaps that makes me a menace for trying to stop it"
"Well; at least this menace will be remembered. I am not sure about the rest of you, save Hawkins. For whatever happens to the rest of us; I am certain that Master Hawkins might pull through. And with him steering our course; we stand a better chance of making it out alive. Now; quiet down and let the man speak." With a nod to Aylen, the grey-haired Scot remained where he was standing and awaited his college's reply.
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Sen
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Post by Sen on Nov 26, 2005 22:25:55 GMT
Her ancestors?,Her friends? Sen was overwhelmed at everything happening around her either against defending the school or with it. Both sides evil and good but to one side they where the good and the others though the same so which is the good and who are the bad?
Sen snapped out of her questionable sate and noticed Forgiol talking. "A shield for Aylen? It isn't just for Aylen it is for the school the students resident here..."She said calmly taking her seat. (OOC:This is a very bad post i know but i have a head ache and nagging brother trying to get me off sorry)
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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Nov 28, 2005 22:49:45 GMT
Aylen was exerting every ounce of self-control he had not to pound his head against the table repeatedly. Fighting, fighting, fighting. This was not what they needed. His energy was draining just listening to the two girls bicker. He could barely nod his head at Aednat to acknowledge he had heard her. “Well, now you know,” he muttered wearily. The level of sound increased as Roan joined the argument. The redhead had a good mind to scream at them all to be quiet for just one moment so he could hear himself think.
Ashlle’s snootiness was giving him a splitting headache, but he had to admit, she had a point if one bothered to get past her arrogance. He couldn’t expect everyone to be willing to die for the school, or go to Azkaban, for that matter. Not everyone was a fighter. Everyone had to help in their own way. Roan was right too. They had to focus on the present. It didn’t matter where someone came from or what they’ve done; it came down to what they can do. And then there was Sen. She believed that they owed the school for teaching them and housing them and protecting them. She was right too. They were all right.
When the fighting had finally risen to a level where Aylen thought he would go mad if they continued any longer, a sudden silence filled the room. Save for the clapping, it was completely quiet. Realizing he had ended up putting his head on the table after all, he looked up and discovered Forgoil was the source of the noise. "Bravo, bravo one and all. What a fine representation that you have all made today! Would you really think that this bickering is really why you are here? The Gryffindor, being the House of the brave and true, must not only be the house that it is meant to be; but they get to choose whether they live through the night and use the other three houses as a shield. An interesting concept indeed." At this point, Aylen quickly ran through what bits of the conversation he could remember confusedly. He was sure no one had said anything of the sort, had they? He broke off his musings when his old friend stood in front of him. Captain? he thought silently as Forgoil finished. So much for the decoy idea, Aylen thought wryly, but he not been too fond of it in the first place. Smiling a weary thanks at the Hufflepuff, he stood up.
“He’s right, and we all know it,” he began. “A house divided cannot stand, and our houses are cracking already. We also cannot let only a fourth of the house defend the rest.” He stole a glance at Forgoil, and continued. “I realize that not all of us are willing to die for this school, but I am sure we are all willing to do what we can to protect it. Those of us who can fight will fight. Those of us who can defend will defend. Those of us who are thinkers can help us strategize. In other words, we should all help to the best of our ability, however little that may be.” The redhead looked around, searching for any disagreements. After all, they would give him a chance to make his case stronger. “We can’t lose, too many people are depending on us.”
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Anna Tomlin
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Post by Anna Tomlin on Nov 29, 2005 1:59:11 GMT
Anna had woken early, not knowing what to expect for the day. Something she could once call dreams, had been troubled again and turned into nightmares. Honestly, all she needed right now was some breakfast where she could think things over with the light chatter of students who weren’t aware of anything. Carefully, Anna had gotten into some comfortable clothes and left her common room quietly. Anna must have taken longer getting ready than she’d thought, because there was more than a “light chatter” erupting for the Great Hall. She pulled open the massive doors and looked around, no one seemed too troubled, and nothing terrible seemed to have happened since she’d gone to bed. So, she strolled over to the Gryffindor table and sat down on the part of the bench. Looking around she dished herself out some eggs, ham, and a bagel to make herself a nice breakfast sandwich. Just as she was about to bite into her warm breakfast, she heard a loud shout come from an all too familiar voice.
Why isn’t anyone doing anything? The familiar voice shouted. Even before he explained, Anna could already take a guess at what Aylen Hawkins was talking about. The attacks. The ones that have been haunting her dreams, hurting students, and almost ripping Anna apart inside. She listened carefully as Aylen spoke willingly, to no one at first, then she heard people gathering around him, and agreeing… or disagreeing. For what seemed like an hour passed, and they were all still standing there, but now, they all seemed to be fighting. She could pull out a few of the voices, there was Aylen and Sen, and of course Ashlle. But, there were two that she couldn’t name, never even heard before now. Finally, Anna whipped her head around when she heard them all begin to scream at one another. Her green eyes focused in on the few people that she didn’t know, and they were both females. I believe I’ve seen those two around school before… possibly, she though as she continued to watch them in amazement.
Anna didn’t have to say anything, but she would when the right moment came. She completely agreed with Aylen. Although he was only going for Fenris, she was attacked by others following Angelus Morti. Also, her dear friend Rezna had been attacked by Fenris and she wasn’t going to stand there and let other’s close to her be harmed as well. Then, another somewhat familiar voice played into the bickering conversation, but it wasn’t a serious tone, more… sarcasm? Anna turned her head slightly so she could see the face of the newcomer. Although, he wasn’t facing towards her, she could still tell that silver haired male from anyone in the school. She’d only met Forgoil once or twice… but he was quite hard to forget. And, the funny thing was, Forgoil’s point came across as exactly what Anna had been thinking. She chuckled slightly at his playful salute, and when his words floated out of his mouth, she couldn’t help but think of Rezna again. Oh can’t I just see Rezna as one of those Hufflepuff “shields” Anna thought with a slight grin slithering across her face.
Then again, the brave Gryffindor took the turn of speaking. Anna silently agreed with the majority of the words coming out of Aylen’s mouth. He spoke words of true wisdom and courage, and right now… that would be very useful in a leader. She couldn’t help but smile at his last few words, We can’t lose, too many people are depending on us. Finally, it was Anna’s “turn” to speak. She stood up from where her breakfast plate sat, untouched. She entered into the group with a few words. “Aylen, I couldn’t agree more. And you too Forgoil. I swear, this is what the school needs. I’ve been listening ever since you began talking. And as long as I live here at Magic Horizons, I will be by your side helping to fight his battle. And, just to show I am true, let me repeat Forgoil’s gesture,” Anna stated. She brought her hand up to her pale forehead and gave a small salute and smirked. “Captain.”
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Nov 29, 2005 15:43:43 GMT
Ashlle smiled. Now that she'd heard Alyen's reply she realized he really had thought this thing out and wasn't about to go gallivanting off somewhere.
"If you need a strategist, I'm your girl." she said grinning. "That's one thing I can always do without orders, is help others think of a plan A . . . and Plans B thought G if need be." at this she giggled darkly. "Not that My plans always go off without a hitch, but I learn from everything I've done and I never make the same mistake twice. Besides -like I said- that's what Plan B is for.
To prove her willingness to help Ashlle took a napkin form the table and used a spell to freeze it then gave it to Alyen. "For your obvious headache, Mon Capitan. Might I suggest we move this discussion to the Common Room? Même les murs ont des oreilles." she whispered the last in his ear. Not many people knew it but Ashlle along with her French name was also Fluent in the Language.
(Translation: Even the wall have ears)
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Sylph
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Post by Sylph on Nov 29, 2005 17:10:09 GMT
OOC: hey kids! Sorry for the rubbish post, I'm out of practice!
IC: From her vantage point in the Entrance Hall Sylph's ears caught the sound of heated debate wafting on the air from the Great Hall. The tall girl stood and put her head on one side to try and hear what it was that was being said, but it was too much all at once for even her sharp hearing. Striding purposefully forward she reached the doors to the hall in seconds, and, having picked out the key players in this particular drama - the main ones being her friends Aylen and Ashlle, as well as a few familiar faces such as Forgoil - the hufflepuff student - and a girl called Sen, decided to get in on the act. It would be a good way to return to life here at MH.
The tall girl leant casually on the door frame, in plain sight of all those presently in the hall, her thumbs hooked nonchalantly in her pockets and a pair of blacked out sunglasses covering her usually flashing peridot eyes. Her long yard-stick straight violet hair hung down like a curtain around her shoulders and past her elbows, the whole effect giving her both a shocking and yet a rather cool and collected appearance.
"Alright Aylen?" she called, her bright eyes flashing merrily from behind her shades, despite the palpable atmosphere of tension and hostility. "What is it this time? Kidnap? Murder? Or just some plain old fashioned dark magic?" The corners of her mouth twitched upwards as she straighted herself and swaggered confidently over to the red-haired boy. He had grown taller since their last meeting, but she still stood over him by a few inches, and clapping him on the shoulder she smiled down at him with a breezy air.
"Whatever it is, I'm with you mate," she told him, looking over the rims of her sunglasses impassively those that seemed to be arguing. "Now," she added, her voice still jovial. "What's goin' on?"
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-Roan-
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Post by -Roan- on Dec 1, 2005 0:47:02 GMT
Roan could not believe what was going on. She wanted to kill Ashlle, for that girl was getting so much on her nerves that the Hufflepuff couldn’t stand it. And then Forgoil scolding her, that made her blush a bright red. She could have restrained her emotions a bit more and not screamed at Ashlle, and it was her fault. Roan didn’t want to be responsible of the bickering of the houses, so for the moment she held her tongue and listened intently to everyone’s words. Forgoil’s were confusing, and she only caught a few of them. But it was something about shields. How can the houses stand as shields, I don’t understand. Shaking her head, Roan forgot about it and listened to everyone else.
But her attention was caught by Aylen, who seemed to be having a hard time with all the fighting and bickering. Curses, I shouldn’t have yelled at Ashlle, now look what happened! Roan scolded herself many time over for causing him this pain. She shot him a look of concern, apology written all over her face. “Im sorry Aylen, I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand.” Turning her gaze to Ashlle, she mouthed the words That is enough, Ill talk to you later. It was true, Roan wasn’t done with Ashlle. There was a lot she still had to answer for.
It was a cheerful thought that more people were joining. She had never met Anna, Forgoil, Aedenat, or Sylph, or Ashlle for that matter. But that didn’t matter, if they were all on the same side, it was time to get to know everyone a bit more. This school had to stand together against the lycan and his master and send a clear message. Stop harming us and leave now or suffer the consequences. These students may not be trained aurors, but give any person alive determination and the will to help others and the possibilities are endless.
Roan had to try hard to keep from laughing when she said she would be a good stragegist. This is going to be really interesting. The Hufflepuff would follow any order that Aylen gave, even if it was to follow Ashlle, but still, Roan found it funny. But a scowl formed over her face as she heard the snobby Gryffindor speak to Aylen in french and suggest moving the meeting to the common room, a place where not everyone could go. Roan wasnt sitting far, if Ashlle thought nobody could hear that she was sorely mistaken and should have taken her seating into account. Not taking her gaze from the table, she said words loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Please speak so everyone can hear you Ashlle, and where everyone can hear you. If we are to act as a team, a group, then we need to share all with each other. Not just the leader." The words were neither threatening or frustrated, or calm or caring. Just impassive. But she added to Ashlle in a softer voice. "Et ne pensez pas que vous êtes le seul qui peut comprendre l'autre fille de langues, pas même bidon français protègent vos mots."
Translation: And do not think you are the only one who can understand other languages girl, not even French can protect your words. ((I love taking French in High School))
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Dec 1, 2005 16:12:24 GMT
"Miss," said Ashlle directing her speech to Roan, "if you are determined to take offense at my every move and word than there is nothing I can do. I didn't mean to disclude anyone, I only meant that if there were spies in the Great Hall it would be an easy thing for them to overhear the great lot of us talking about them. If a Common Room will not do for you than we might turn the Dueling Hall into a War Room of sorts or any other place that is a bit more private."
Ashlle had calmed down herself but if people were not going to keep their barbed words (in any language) to themselves that this was obviously not as civilized a resistance as she'd originally thought.
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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Dec 1, 2005 22:40:58 GMT
Aylen smiled as another voice joined his cause. Anna was a good friend of Rezna’s, he remembered, but he didn’t talk to her often. However, any friend of his friends would be a friend of his. When she saluted, he returned the gesture, grinning back. “Thanks a lot. Glad to have you on my side.”
“I’m sure your experience will come in handy, Ashlle,” the Gryffindor began, but was distracted by the stiff napkin she offered. “Erm, thanks?” he said, taking it hesitantly. It wasn’t every day one was handed a frozen napkin. Quickly realizing that his hand would freeze if he held it any longer, he set it on the table beside him.
Though Ashlle and Roan may have been fluent in several languages, Aylen’s skills, unfortunately, were strictly confined to English. The vacant look on his face made it clear that he had no idea what the redheaded girl had just whispered into his ear. “Er...” he mumbled awkwardly, fumbling for a reply. Luckily, he didn’t get the chance to make a fool of himself.
"Alright Aylen?" a playful voice interrupted. Startled, the redhead quickly scanned the room for the source of the familiar tones. “What is it this time? Kidnap? Murder? Or just some plain old fashioned dark magic?" Aylen grinned as he caught sight of the violently purple hair. He could recognize Sylph’s voice—and her hair, for that matter—anywhere. “A little bit of everything, with a pinch of mayhem mixed in,” he replied. “You picked quite the time to come back, Sylph.” Noting her carefree air, Aylen cocked an eyebrow. She hadn’t changed at all since he last saw her. “It’s nice to have you back.”
Aylen was happy to see Sylph again, but his good mood was soon ruined by another argument. That napkin was beginning to look pretty good. “Can we please not argue?” he asked irritated, hoping to stop the screaming match before it started. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to agree with Roan on this one. Going to the Gryffindor Common Room would shut out all of the other Houses. Going to the Dueling Hall would defeat my purpose. What I want is for everyone to know what is going here at our school. This Angel of Death, as he calls himself, has spies everywhere—including our common room.” Thinking darkly of a dear friend so easily turned to the other side, the redhead paused for a moment, but forced himself to go on. “I-I don’t think secrets will help anyone now.”
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Dec 2, 2005 0:21:27 GMT
"Ok" said Ashlle willing to try any strategy once. "But I don't see how letting the whole school in on what ever our plan of action is will work. If the whole school knows than our enemies will soon know."
Ashlle had caught the look on Aylens face and added- "Oh and what I whispered to you was 'even walls have ears' but you are plainly aware of this already, I can see." Ashlle giggled and smiled at the way Aylen handled her napkin.
"It's for your head Mon Capitan. It will help your headache go away if you keep it on your head. A good way to make sure your hand doesn't get too cold is to wrap the frozen napkin in another one, then hold it to your head. It's sure to ease the pain soon." she assured him.
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Sylph
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Post by Sylph on Dec 2, 2005 9:45:56 GMT
While Sylph's characteristic grin never left her lips, she blinked in shock once or twice, though this sign of slight surprise coupled with her intense frown was mostly hidden behind the shades that rested on her nose, this allowing her the grace to maintain her unruffled and supremely relaxed appearance. From Aylen's tone though, the look of desperation on his face and the outright hostility in the room she knew this was serious. Maybe as serious as Danawi...
The Angel of Death? she thought quizzically, when Aylen finally mentioned the cause of this debate. Sounds just peachy. I suppose some new dark force wants to conquer the school. Well, here we go again...
Carefully she listened to all that was said, but Sylph could stand silent no more. Pushing down her sunglasses to the tip of her nose and peering over them in a rather teacherly manner, she assumed a more commanding tone.
"Listen up, kids," she said. It was clear from her tones that she was still mocking, but there was authority there also, that even Ashlle in her superior way could not help but pay attention to. After all, Sylph had fought in a battle only that summer; she still bore the scars thereof. She was older than most here at seventeen years of age, and had grown up a lot in the past six months, for various reasons. She would not assume leadership, but she would be a damn good lieutenant.
"I'm assuming that this Angel of Death being is attacking the school," she continued, folding her arms across her chest. "So, without wanting to sound presumptuous, aren't the heads doing anything? And if not, why not?" Granted, Sylph reminded herself, last time Wilting Rose was kidnapped and unable to do anything, but the letter Sylph's parents had received over the summer informed her that the former headmistress had been found and had once more assumed her old position.
"And, what do we know about this 'Angel of Death'? What has he done? Who are his allies?" She paused, taking off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of shockingly bright green eyes that flashed intensely as she spoke. "If we are to fight him, which is what I think everyone here is suggesting -" she glanced as Ashlle at this - "then it is best to prepare everyone. I agree with Aylen. However," she added, replacing the sunglasses on her nose with a smile and once more hiding those peridot beacons, "as I am one of the as-of-yet uninformed, would someone mind answering those questions now?"
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Aednat
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Post by Aednat on Dec 2, 2005 10:23:19 GMT
As Roan began to shout at Ashlle and Ashlle in turn responded, Aednat did something she rarely did in this situation. She zoned out, to a certain extent. It must have been because she still wasn't fully sure of the situation and because she felt that the others, already having been affected by it, had much more a right to argue this back and forth than she did, but she just didn't feel at liberty to intrude too much. It was remarkably unusual for her, for as a rule she tended to become very heated when she believed in a cause and very passionate when she saw injustice. That, above all else, made her stomach turn. That and cruelty. It seemed both were involved here, but Aednat, who threw herself wholeheartedly into everything she chose to do from fighting for a cause to simply having fun, remained silent.
Then there was the fact that she noticed Aylen's weariness. A terrible sadness filled her. They were all clearly on the same side here, but there was so much fighting. If anything was to make one of them weary, it should not be bickering between the people who shared the same beliefs. They were getting nowhere.
A sudden clapping jolted Aednat and she became aware of a new speaker, a sarcastic opinion being voiced. She was sure she hadn't heard of the concept of which the grey-haired boy spoke, but maybe it had come up before she had gotten there. Nevertheless, some of what he said made sense to her, when he spoke about their duty to their friends. He seemed to think that only members of the Hufflepuff house would be prepared to risk their lives protecting others and this baffled her. Surely that was why they were all here?
Aylen spoke again, and yet again there was a logic there that reflected Aednat's thinking. A smile broke out on her face as another girl stepped forward and voiced her support. It seemed as though Ashlle was involved again, and the arguments were over. The common room theory held problems, but she was sure it wasn't a big deal, someone would figure something out. Finally, it was as though an incredible amount of tension was released out of her body as another girl came over, her carefree air making the situation a bit lighter. Unfortunately, another argument broke out, which she hadn't been expecting. Roan and Ashlle were bickering again. Now she just wanted to tear her hair out...that, or crawl in a hole and fall asleep, hoping to wake up and realise this was all a dream.
Deciding to ignore everything that was going on now, ignoring the debate about where to go, she turned and faced the two girls and the boy she'd never met before with the intention of introdcing herself. Before she had a chance, the violet-haired girl called their attention and spoke. Agreeing, she nodded her head vehemently. "If we clarify things totally, it will make it easier for everyone," she piped up, finally contributing something, "and we really need to stop fighting...I know it's hard when the issue cuts to the quick like this one does because so many of you have been deeply affected, but this arguing isn't helping."
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Forgoil Halifirien
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Dec 2, 2005 19:58:50 GMT
Forgoil stiffened when he heard a familiar voice but he didn't stiffen from recently acquired pains; he stiffened at being called a child. If anything in this world insulted the boy; it was saying that one word. He didn't seem to be acting childish; he was acting the way that he always was. Or maybe he had come across as childish with his little entrance but he wouldn't bark too much back at Sylph; no, there was something else that she asked that needed immediate attention."Last I checked; we were all children in this room", said Forgoil with somewhat of a smirk as he moved a little ways from the rest of the group, "but as you said; the arguing should stop and I will answer what you have asked as best as I can."
"You asked if the Heads knew of this matter? The answer is we don't know. If they already knew that two of their professors were missing; wouldn't they have done something by now? Or perhaps they are trying to overlook this threat after all the heart ache that the Danawi crisis caused. Or perhaps they feign concern; none of us knows. None of us has tried to ask the Heads but then again; the Heads do not often make themselves available to be asked."
"What has Angelus Morti done? Clearly you have been gone for sometime; because he has been quite active. His followers have been causing havoc within the school, they have abducted professors and they have attacked students; even to the point where they almost killed one. Who are his allies? Right now; we know of one and know the second. The first is a demoness; we don't know much about her but we do know that she did the biddings of Angelus Morti at least twice in the school."
"The second foe; is somewhat of a celeberty and a horror at the same time. His name, I am not privy to for I don't know it, but what he is something that many could call out of a nightmare. He is a lycan and he is not of the average stock; he is larger in both forms; more so in his wolven form. He is also insane; his actions have not be closely documented but there are many in the school that saw what he is capable of and there are those that have been his victims. Rezna Lardale was nearly killed by him; I don't know how many others have seen a similar fate."
"For the moment; that is all we children know and that is what we are acting on. We don't know what Angelus Morti is truely capable of; we don't know his intentions with the school; all we do know is our lives are at stake. You asked for answers and here are some Sylph. Just refrain from calling us children if you please. I have a low tolerance for such names; even if it is what we are."
With his piece said and done; Forgoil bit once more into his apple; shutting his green-grey eyes and trying to forget his little outburst while fiercly chewing his fruit. Perhaps now was not his time for words, but he still felt the obligation to speak.
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