Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 16, 2009 0:40:57 GMT -5
Phugsius Looked over at Lucius with a look something like...this: -_- "I OBVIOUSLY KNOW THAT THE SUNLIGHT WOULD KILL THEM! I'VE KILLED THEM BEFORE!" Phugsius managed to regain his compsure after realizing he'd stated too much. "I'm simply asking hypothetically, that if Vampires COULD exist in this room how else could we tell if there were any around"
(OOC: Albus you should try posting like you're actually in the situation. Like for instance instead of just asking:"could you not just use Stupefy than Incendio or dose fire not work" you should post like this: Albus asked the professor, "could you not just use Stupefy than Incendio or dose fire not work?"
See what i'm saying? you need to narrorate like you are writing a book about this character. And OOC means: Out of character. Like my character isn't actually saying this)
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Jul 16, 2009 1:08:01 GMT -5
Ryo sighed softly hoping someone would answer his previous question. He giggled as Phugs looked ready to throttle Lucius. It was all he could do not to try to instigate a fight between them. He had nothing against either of them, but Phugs always seemed to say something that made him look bad. He felt a little sorry for him but if people learn from their mistakes then Phugs was a quick study.
For some reason, the idea of silver floated back into his mind. Against his better judgment he blurted out, "Why bother detecting them? We could always just add silver to our blood."
The boy hung his head. He had been meaning to ask Felix about his silver blood after class but now he just put him in an awkward position.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 16, 2009 8:36:48 GMT -5
This was chaos.
Then Lucius arrived. The kid was a good friend of Felix’s from time to time, fellow Gryffindor, Morgan’s current boyfriend which was a major relief seeing how her previous choices were all Slytherin jerks. Felix didn’t know if they knew he knew, but then again, he knew everything. Lucius was totally a Gryffindor; at least Felix had courage amiss his idiotic. After making Phug’s look like a fool, he actually started teaching the things like he was the professor. Felix didn’t even do that.
Ryo, the Slytherin guy, asked some highly intriguing questions about silver that Felix was planning on asking later. The guy was definably a smart thinker, yet he was totally oblivious to muggle things. Felix would have to talk to him later though, this kid was genuinely interested. Slightly phases by a Gryffindor kid, about 11-years-old, apparently called Albus, walking in and asking a question about Stupefy and Incendio. Phug’s silently was burning holes in Lucius’s skull, tension between two pyromaniacs, one Gryffindor and one Slytherin, could not end well. Felix totally understood Phug’s question and actually lost some respect for Lucius.
“As Lucius said, they can only survive in the dark, so generally when they are around you, there wouldn’t be enough light to discern if their skin was pale or not, yet a strong illuminating spell like Lumos or Lumos Maxima might help to see if they are a vampire or not. As dead corpse vampires generally have semi-translucent skin. Another way to detect them is that they do not give off body heat like a normal person, but I’m not aware of a spell that can identify that yet,” looking hopefully at Forgoil, he hadn’t thought about that yet. “but generally if you find someone mysteriously stalking you in the dark, they are probably either a vampire or a psychopath so…”
Silver. Did Ryo serious just mention silver blood? HOW DID HE KNOW? Seriously, Felix was about to walk up to the kid and grill him. Keeping his face black, Felix acted like he wasn’t phases at all by the question and simply answered, forgetting the fact that this was Forgoil’s class.
“Well in order to have enough dosage to stay in your blood stream in sufficient quantities you would have poisoned your own blood, excessive amounts of any metals, especially oxides like silver, can result in major harm to your body, and also you’d have to find a way to literally molecularly infuse it with liquid because you can’t just pour molten silver into your blood stream.”
Felix left out the facts that he had already found ways to get around those two facts, yet he didn’t want any other students try. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if a newbie student tried to infuse their blood and ended up dying from it. He actually had a real question that was related to Albus'
"Do regular spells work on vampires if you somehow manage to hit them? Stupefy or Petrificus Totalus for example?"
Post by Lucius Dante Infernus on Jul 16, 2009 12:56:31 GMT -5
"Really? Wow a real vampire hunter... I guess people who had to share body and soul with a psychopathic and homicidal sociopath of a fire demon born form a mythological beast should bow before your apparent majesty then?"
Maybe that was pushing things a little too far, but Phugsius was worth every moment... It wasn't everyday you had a person who had had a demon bound inside of them in your class, but thanks to Morgan, that demon was sealed away from prying fools who would want it's power for themselves in his dagger.
Dropping the sarcasm, Lucius kept his voice level.
"Don't try to act big around me, I've got more flames from hell at my command than you've had hot dinners..."
That was true enough, since Lucius could control the bound demon completely, he had access to the full range of Samael of Abaddon's power. Spawn of Tiamat or not, it was his to command for his goal of protecting people...
Gripping the edge of the desk with his ungloved right hand, Lucius was sure Felix would be shocked a bit... After all, last time his friend had seen him do that, the thing he had touched had burned... But Felix wasn't important right now, that Slytherin was...
"Maybe you'd like to find out after class just what I mean?"
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 16, 2009 13:25:15 GMT -5
Phugsius gave lucius a death glare, "So what? You've got some fire demon inside of you then?" This intrigued Phugsius but anger was still apparent,"By all accounts, that falls under the category of Dark Arts, and this class IS after all defense against the 'dark arts', so why wait until after class? We've got a prime oppurtunity to learn right now...." Phugsius's words flew out of his mouth without thoughts for the consequences. Phugsius' eyes shot to Professor Froggy. "How about it professor? Why don't we see what this 'demon' can do? It could be a learning experience for everyone to see me take this wanker down" Phhugsius made no move he just simply sat in his chair waiting for the professors response.
Post by Sam Nanten on Jul 16, 2009 14:04:42 GMT -5
"No, I got a better idea!" Sam snapped, now rather annoyed at the boiling spectacle about to take place. One would think these two spastic, shrieking children never attended a class before. Sam was usually a light-hearted and friendly individual, but he was not the type that took kindly to babysitting. His chocolate brown eyes now burned a darkening hue of chestnut as he turned his scowl towards the bickering students.
"We have a duelling hall for spats such as this. If you can't wait till -after- class before having your slapping fight, then take your business there. I can promise you, no one here will miss these hysterics even a little bit. And you!" Sam said, pointing a finger at Lucius.
"I don't know if you're trying to show off for Morgan here or something, but I am pretty sure all you're doing is embarrassing her."
"And you, dipstick!" he turned to Phugsius next. "I understand you're angry, but the Professor already has our teaching schedule planned. He doesn't need you trying to make changes to it."
Turning away, he finally calmed himself, having said his piece.
"Sorry about that, Professor. I think questions are finished, so by all means, continue." Hey, it wasn't like Sam didn't cause a bit of an uproar -before- class began, but class was now in session. This may be his only class between now and the fall, and he didn't want these memories marred by brawling little delinquents.
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2009 14:24:24 GMT -5 by Sam Nanten
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 16, 2009 14:25:20 GMT -5
Ah, and Felix thought it was bad before now. He had only been Head Boy one week and he was already sorely tempted to put one of his own housemates in detention. Lucius made some sarcastic remark about Phugs being a vampire killer, which Felix highly doubted himself was true but kept his mouth shut, and then elaborately announced to the whole class that he had a fire-daemon inside of him… and it got better: and that just because Phugs was a ‘a real vampire hunter’ someone who ‘had to share body and soul with a psychopathic and homicidal sociopath of a fire demon born form a mythological beast’ had to bow down to him, sarcastic the entire time. Right after the sarcasm, our friend neighborhood daemon-host threatened to toast Phugs to a crisp. Oh so taste. To top it off, he challenged Phugs for later, in front of the Head Boy, a Prefect and a Professor.
People thought all Gryffindor’s were idiots.
Felix now knew it for a fact.
Phugs, of course unable to just shut up and let the authorities deal with it, then called Lucius’ daemon a ‘Dark Art’, and actually requested that Forgoil make a class out of it. Felix, from experience, knew that Lucius could probably torch this place faster then a match and a gallon of gasoline, so he did his best to stop it.
Before he could even speak, a calm Ravenclaw boy Felix barely knew the name of shouted at Lucius and Phugs in the most impressive of manner. He should be made Prefect on the spot. Felix had to grin when he mentioned Lucius showing off to Morgan… it was so true Felix felt sorry for her. He was completely wrong about hoping if her new boyfriend was a Gryffindor things would be better. As soon as the Ravenclaw stopped, Felix decided to tab a threat in on the end. Everyone needed incentives, right?
“Thank you Nanten. Mr. Infernus, first, for every degree you heat this room up I will make sure that a point is removed from your—actually our house. Secondly, if I find a single burn mark made by the daemon inside of you around the grounds without explanation, it’ll be detention. I understand you can’t control him, but you can control your head, as hot as it might be, k’ Lucius? Sorry Professor.”
If you now look ‘reckless idiot’ up in the dictionary, there’s a picture of Lucius and Felix.
Post by Lucius Dante Infernus on Jul 16, 2009 15:11:54 GMT -5
"I did not say it was by choice, or that I still had that thing inside of me. I said I was a host, not that I still am."
If Lucius still was a host, he would have been at least eighty percent transformed by now. Pretty much enough for there to be a heat haze and everything around him, along with most of the demon's features like its skin and fiery wings. As it stood, there wasn't even a physical change to mark his body... Except for the countless old scars down his right hand and arm that was...
"I have absolutely no intention of fighting in this class, nor did I. I left an open challenge for later."
Oh yeah, definatly hellfire around if that demon was still in him... But then again, if he did that, lots of people would get hurt. He hated showing off, and Sam, that Ravenclaw he had never really met or talked to the other side of Morgan, and somehow knew of his relationship with her was accusing him of it when he simply stating fact. Fact #1: He had in fact been host to Samael of Abaddon, fire aspect of Tiamat, a beast right out of Babylonian mythology as the goddess, and greatest beast, of Chaos. Fact #2: He could control hellfire, thus burn anything and everything he wished that wasn't completely immune to the cold. Fact #3: He had made the invitation for after the class, away from people in the class who could get hurt accidentally. Fact #4: If his temper didn't stop rising, he was going to burst something, or maybe hurt someone... Maybe get into a lot of trouble... Whichever happened first.
I swear that temper of mine will be my undoing one of these days... But I can't just back down from anything, I've had to scrape it all to get here, because no-one wants to house a potentially lethal freak of a wizard with a demon inside them.
Keeping those thoughts to himself, Lucius could feel his anger peak somewhere at "I'm going to explode in a minute." before slowly start to fall... If he didn't get in intense trouble for it, then something would be wrong... He had his pride of independence to think of, and Phugsius had trampled on it by saying he was a user of demon-arts. He was a product of it, twice, but not a user of it.
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Jul 16, 2009 15:41:00 GMT -5
Ryo began to laugh hysterically. The house of lions was showing itself not to be of bravery but that of idiocy. It was just too much. Ironically, if they just shut up a little more often they would spare quite a few headaches and yet it was that same undying idiocy that would often lead to the victories that were considered the famed 'bravery' that Gryffindors were said to possess. The snake sighed. Idiots surrounded him.
"Thank you Felix. I fear your house might disgrace itself should Lucius continue. Of course I don't hold you blameless either Phugs. It's not your fault Lucius is an ass, but giving in to the temptation to fight with him is foolish. I think Sam has the right idea."
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 16, 2009 16:01:40 GMT -5
As usual the Ravenclaw had a point. no one wanted a duel to take place in the classroom despite the heat of the argument. Phugsius decided that the best course of action was to apologize to the professor and let him continue with his lesson. If Phugsius was going to go after Lucius it would have to be some other time.
"I'm sorry for interrupting your class for this worthless argument, professor. I hope you can forgive my rudeness. I also apologize to everyone for giving into his... taunts"
Phugsius was going to make sure this Lucius fellow paid somewhere down the road for his foolishness; however, for now he would hide his instagatory intensions behind his face of apology.
Post by kran woodwrth on Jul 16, 2009 20:06:07 GMT -5
kran was siting their waiting for an answer, when a argument broke out it looked to be betweens a griffindor that he had seen when he put hes stuff up and a slytherin.kran said " so now that the argument is over what is the answer to my question professor?'
Post by Emma Gillespie on Jul 16, 2009 20:16:24 GMT -5
Emma sat in her chair watching everyone enter when one strange child entered the room. he had tried to move one of the statues. How odd.... Then a phrase grabbed her attention
"I OBVIOUSLY KNOW THAT THE SUNLIGHT WOULD KILL THEM! I'VE KILLED THEM BEFORE!"[/i]
This boy killed vampires? Interesting... Then the cute Ravenclaw boy spoke up and she listened intently.
"We have a duelling hall for spats such as this. If you ..." his voice trailed off. He so cool, collected. She really admired this boy.
After some more arguing things seemed to calm down so she became uninterested and looked back up to the professor.
Emma watched as the Gryffindor and Slytherin boys started arguing.
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2009 20:19:23 GMT -5 by Emma Gillespie
What do you do when someone you love turns into a vamp?
Post by Sam Nanten on Jul 17, 2009 13:18:03 GMT -5
While the Slytherin kid was sly enough to back down from this fruitless argument gracefully, the same apparently couldn't be said about the Gryffindor, whom from his almost violent shuddering appeared to be ready to break into a huge fit of BAWWWWW!ing at nearly any given moment. And, the blonde ravenclaw never made any such attempt at guessing the exact nature of Lucius' relationship with Morgan, just that the two knew each other. The rest was obvious because, well, Sam sat himself front and center, in hopes of making a good impression with his professor. Morgan came in afterward, seating herself there for the same reason, but also to enjoy the company of her new friend. The Gryffindor came in last, and late, to boot. Typically, late kids don't trouble themselves with sitting close to the front. And even if they do, they at least have the manners to FREAKING SHUT UP during class. This blowhard couldn't get enough of talking about himself though, and the Ravenclaw was beginning to entertain thoughts of conspiring against this adelpated twit with the Slytherins.
The professor sure seemed to be taking his time with the lecture. Perhaps he was passively allowing the argument to die down on its own. Seemed kind of a waste of the chance to establish his authority, though. Sam knew that if teachers don't put their feet down on ruckuses like this early, he was probably gonna be walked on for a very long time to come. Sam jotted down notes of the Gryffindor's very particular descriptions of his godly self from earlier, thinking the Slytherins might appreciate these notes if they really wanted to hit him where it hurt. That's only if they were willing to do the proper research on it, though.
Last Edit: Jul 17, 2009 13:20:06 GMT -5 by Sam Nanten
Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Jul 17, 2009 20:16:49 GMT -5
Perhaps he shouldn't have opened the floor up for more questions if he had any foresight of what was about to come. The students started asking questions, ones that were valid in his eyes, but then things started to go down hill when the class started to heat up. Perhaps it was the heat of the Iberian Sun, for many of these students were new and unaccustomed to it, but an argument began between Lucius and Phugius. The grey-haired professor was usually one to let others resolve their own probelms, stepping in only if they were behaving stupidly or against themselves. The only thing was these two didn't seem like they wanted to come to a mutual impass.
Enter Sam Nanten, a Ravenclaw student that initally tried entering the classroom under acts of extreme bravado and whose intellect had caught Forgoil's eye. This boy was the one who seemingly diffused the quarrel, along with Felix, by proposing that if the boys still wanted to fight that they do so in the dueling hall: after class was finished. Things were finally dying down enough for the class to continue, but there was still something Halifirien felt obligated to do. "Before I answer the questions that were asked before this little spectacle, I have something that I want ta be made perfectly clear ta ya. I'm a firm believer of lettin' people sort their own problems out, but there is always a line and I draw it when yer problems come inta mae classroom. If ya want ta talk ta me about problems that yer havin' in or out of mae class, I'd be more than happy ta listen. If any of ya disrupt this class after this point, I've got books that need arrangin', floors that need cleanin', and monsters that need movin': so have I made maeself clear?" said the professor in a surprisingly calm manner, but his brogue had thickened and that was a sign of how annoyed he was.
"Ya boys," continued Halifirien as he looked between Phugius and Lucius, "will meet me at the dueling field at 6 o'clock sharp and ya'll get this out of yer system then. Mr. Nanten, I would like ta have a word with ya once class is over." Composing himself briefly, Forgoil felt a sharp pain in his head from all the excitement but he got over it and continued. "To answer the previous questions; yes, there are Nosferatu in this region and they are extremely dangerous. They have even entered this school on several occasions and harmed students, so takin' them lightly is folly. Besides the coloration of their skin and sunlight, there are no known spells that can detect a vampire unless ya were able to create a spell that could detect heat. Since Nosferatu have no body heat, ya could identify them easily that way. Also, a mirror is still very useful as they lack a reflection."
"Immobilizing them with a bindin' spell, such as stupefy or petrificus totalus, and then using a fire spell, such as incendio or inflammare, is also enough very effective combination but it most be done in that order or else ya could have a flamin' body threw itself at ya. Cause while they are vunerable ta fire, they don't explode instantly like in movies: Nosferatu and their kin burn like firewood, slowly but it is ten times as painful for them to be burned in comparsion ta a human receivin' third degree burns." Felix fielded the question with regards to silver being added to the bloodstream very well, and the Scotsman tapped his wand against the Nosferatu: which promptly shrunk back into a clay figurine.
Bending over, the grey-haired man picked it up and put it back on his desk while removing the second figurine. Tapping it once on the side, he dropped it to the floor and where the Nosferatu once stood a snarling wolf appeared in its place. The wolf glowered angrily from side to side, gnashing its teeth at everything it looked at, but then it started suddenly convulsing amid the sound of popping bones. And where there once was a wolf stood a replica of Warren Zevon, only his eyes were yellow and his teeth looked sharper than they should. Sure, he had a ridiculous sense of humor but what the hey: he thought it was fitting.
"Lycans, the byproduct of the condition known as lycanthropy, are commonly confused with werewolves because both have a human form and a wolvine form. Tell me," said Forgoil as that previous glitter of curiosity returned to his eyes, "what makes lycans different from werewolves, how is lycanthropy transmitted and what side affects occur, what spells are useful and what is the University's current stance on these creatures?"
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