Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 22, 2009 21:21:16 GMT -5
The doors of the hospital wing opened and Talon arrived, carrying Lucius Dante Infernus behind him using a locomotion spell. Once inside, he placed the boy on a nearby bed, nodded to him, and then said loudly, "Rezna? Rezna? You've got a patient."
-insert ten paragraphs about Talon's childhood/his relationship with Rezna/Lucius's brave act/Demons-
Post by Rezna Lardale on Jul 22, 2009 21:57:16 GMT -5
"Coming!" was the crisp reply that came from the Hospital Wing storeroom. Rezna had been busy in the back since seven that morning, attempting to make sense of the disarray that resulted from lack of permanent management over the place. There were potions falling out of cupboards, drawers, even lying hidden among the stacks of bed linen. When the witch finally emerged from her office, she had her hair pulled back into a disheveled ponytail, the sleeves of her green robes rolled up to her elbows, a muggle pencil stuck behind one ear, and three very long pieces of parchment in her hands.
Dropping her inventory lists on the nearest table, Rezna Lardale hurried over to Talon and her patient. She could only spare the Headmaster a quick glance in greeting before her worried gaze fell over the bloodied Gryffindor on the bed below.
"Just try to lie still, ok? We'll get you mended up in no time," she told the boy gently while she tried to assess the damage. "Either of you care to tell me what happened?"
.: and there are voices, that want to be heard, so much to mention, but you can't find the words; the scent of magic, the beauty that's been, when love was wilder than the wind :.
Post by Lucius Dante Infernus on Jul 23, 2009 8:59:32 GMT -5
"I got a little too... Over-flown... Misjudged the power of my spell and practically blew myself into tiny pieces..."
Wincing slightly from the numb, yet somehow painful feeling in his arm, Lucius watched as Rezna resolved into view above him... He had over-estimated the power he was using, not to mention his body's resistance to damage when not enhanced by his bound demon...
"I don't think I'll try going that far again... It's not the blowing up that hurts as much as the sudden stop at the other end..."
Post by Rezna Lardale on Jul 23, 2009 20:06:43 GMT -5
The Nurse looked the Gryffindor over. Blowing something up was easy, but getting yourself blown up required some foolhardy skill. Still, what wounds the boy should have suffered from a hard landing seemed to have been previously healed in the style suggesting a rather familiar little spell. Deciding to save time by not asking for further details, Rezna simply told the two, "I'll be right back," and hurried to her office.
The clatter of bottles hitting against each other and Rezna's frustrated muttering about disorganization were the only two sounds that reached the student and Headmaster from the other room. Thirty seconds later, Rezna emerged with a little trolley rolled along at her heals. Her green gaze lingered briefly on Talon, and she couldn't help but wonder if he had alternative motives behind personally escorting this student to the Hospital Wing. Then again, the chances the Headmaster was around to watch this boy blow himself up were equally likely.
Focusing instead on the matter at hand, Rezna took a seat on her patient's bed and beckoned for the trolley to come closer. "Your wounds have closed up nicely, but I still need you drink this potion. It will help stop any bleeding and replenish any blood loss to your system." The Nurse explained as she reached for the only large jug on the cart and filled a glass full of purple liquid. "I won't lie to you, this does not taste like butterbeer, but it will help your mind focus and get rid of any lightheadedness you may be experiencing. So put that infamous Gryffindor recklessness to good use and drink up," Rezna told him with a grin, handing over the cup full of blood-replenishing potion.
While waiting for the student to force down his medicine, the blond witch picked up a small tube of paste from the trolley and waved away the charmed object. As if it were in a live rendition of Beauty and the Beast, the trolley danced its way across the room and into Rezna's office. A look of amusement flittered across her face momentarily but was quickly replaced by a stern look as the Nurse turned her attention back to her patient.
"Now," she began in a tone that left no room for argument, "I'm going to allow you to return to your dormitory tonight, under two conditions. One, when you leave this Wing, you head straight to the Gryffindor tower and get into bed. Two, you keep your neck out of trouble for at least the next few days. Also, put this salve all over your right arm before going to bed. Don't worry, it won't stain your skin yellow, but it will help heal the bruising you'll be getting soon as a result of that sudden stop." She handed over the small tube of paste and added as an afterthought, "I'm Rezna, by the way, your new Nurse."
Last Edit: Jul 23, 2009 20:07:27 GMT -5 by Rezna Lardale
.: and there are voices, that want to be heard, so much to mention, but you can't find the words; the scent of magic, the beauty that's been, when love was wilder than the wind :.
Post by Lucius Dante Infernus on Jul 23, 2009 22:48:58 GMT -5
"So basically, it'll taste foul but is going to do my body good? Eh, I can live with that... Can't be much worse than when I had to share my head and soul with "Mr personality", a homicidal, sociopath of a fire demon. Feels kinda... Empty inside without him though..."
Okay, in retrospect drinking the entire brew in one go was not the wisest idea... The taste wasn't the greatest and it felt kinda... Funky... However it was good for him, so he had to drink it. Without showing how bad the taste felt to him, Lucius kept the potion down... Which was all well and good, since the light-headedness started to fade.
"Going straight to the dorm and keeping myself out of trouble? Well... It doesn't involve fighting, blowing myself up, running for my life, doing strenuous activities or such like... I can live with that, so you have a deal ma'am."
Taking the tube of paste, the teen wondered mentally if the stuff would sting like so many muggle antiseptic creams and what-not would... Of course, Renza introduced herself, so it would be rude to not return the introductions.
"Lucius. Lucius Dante Infernus, Gryffindor's resident former demonhost. It's a pleasure to meet you..."
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 24, 2009 6:40:02 GMT -5
Talon couldn't help but smile as Rezna ran in and treated her patient. 'Green's a good color on her.' The Headmaster batted away thoughts like that as he sat there, his wand down now as he no longer had to carry the boy. Still, though, wasn't it technically "okay" to have thoughts like that about the new nurse? I mean she wasn't just his colleague...
'I like the disheveled look...I don't know if she's just naturally beautiful or I'm just used to chaos...' A small smile started to appear on his face as that thought began to delve into other thoughts which ultimately died just the same as Talon leaned against the wall. Why was he even still standing here? He had a feeling Rezna would want to exchange a few words, but at the same time this was a business situation.
Like Rezna had ushered Talon off with a kiss the other day to let him do his business, likewise Talon had to respect hers. And he was fine with that, but he still couldn't believe she was right there in the school working and she was back now. The Headmaster, despite being off in his own thoughts, was still paying attention to the conversation and almost clapped his hand on Lucius's shoulder before realizing the damage that might cause.
"This kid here..." Talon shook his head, "...is probably the worst trouble I've seen in a student since Roan was in school. Not that I have a problem with that...trouble builds character. All the same, it'd be nice to tone it down. I respect the fact that you have a demon in a knife, but if the Black Forest Church found out about that thing? They'd want you expelled in a week!
"And I'm not about to let a brilliant duelist such as yourself out of my sight until I know you can control your magic," Talon finished, and then smiled and nodded to Rezna. "Now I'm sure you don't want me bothering your patient any further...doctor/patient confidentiality and what not. If you'd like, I can escort him back up to Gryffindor Tower, or if you need a few more words with him, I can just head back up to my Office."
Post by Rezna Lardale on Jul 27, 2009 16:22:17 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Lucius," Rezna replied with a weak smile. Hearing this boy mention fire demons made her want to take her previous words back. All this talk about being a demonhost could be hallucinations and a sign of deeper trauma her earlier potions couldn't cure. She was about to ask the boy to stay the night after all, when Talon confirmed the existence of this demon in a knife.
The Nurse sighed involuntarily. The last thing Firefox needed was having a demon living inside the pocket of one of its students. Still, Talon was aware of the situation, so there was not much she could do about it. It was the Headmasters job to do what he saw necessary for his students.
"I've done all I can for you, Lucius. If you have any questions, I can send Headmaster Windwaltz away so we can talk. Otherwise, you're both free to go. If you end up feeling unwell for any reason, Lucius, you know where to find me. But I don't foresee any complications," she told the Gryffindor with a comforting smile.
She did have a long list of things to finish before the Hospital Wing was back in working order. Having Talon escort Lucius would let her get back to work. More importantly, it would rid her of the strange feeling that took hold of her whenever she caught Talon looking at her in the present professional environment.
Last Edit: Jul 27, 2009 16:23:13 GMT -5 by Rezna Lardale
.: and there are voices, that want to be heard, so much to mention, but you can't find the words; the scent of magic, the beauty that's been, when love was wilder than the wind :.
Post by Lucius Dante Infernus on Jul 29, 2009 6:32:37 GMT -5
"They already know sir... They already know... But it was before my little "companion" changed bodies from me to the dagger..."
Sitting up fully with his good arm, Lucius sighed a little... Both confrontations with the church hadn't ended well, first had a hunter condemn him as "evil" for possessing the demon... Second had been a massive stand-off that he had only intervened in, because his friends were in trouble...
"To be honest professor, I couldn't give a damn about what the church would want. I don't let people judge me on the grounds of what I possess or had contained within me, just like I don't judge beings like lycans. My demon my be evil, but I intend to use it for good, no matter who interjects."
Swinging his legs off the side off the bed and standing up, Lucius nodded to Renza.
"Many thanks ma'am, but any questions I have left are ones to do with my own abilities rather than an injury..."
Smiling slightly, he raised the tempereture of the room by just a few degrees... It had cooled down more than a little, so heating it up to replace the lost heat was a little return and child's play compared to the power he had...
"Control, professor? If you had brought that up just over a month ago, I'd have said I don't have any, that my power was subject to emotion and the demon's whims...Now? I have his true name, which gives me absolute power over him. I can't guarantee control if I let him loose or he's out and I'm not awake, but other than that, it's 100% dominance."
A light twinkled in his mismatched eyes, a determined light to be exact... The same one he had when he stood up for someone, when he had a reason to get involved and protect someone or something... His want to do good with the power of evil, his determination, was one of the few things he could have pride in... And it was that pride that made his determination plain to see...
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 29, 2009 6:54:16 GMT -5
"Yes, well, it's wonderful that you're determined," Talon responded, trying to sound more supportive and less patronizing, "but you really ought to speak kindly of the Church, or at the very least avoid them. When I was your age I was all about fighting the good fight and I still am, but there are greater powers in this world than 'good' and 'evil' and Father Bismarck's Hunters are a fine example of that."
The Headmaster looked to Rezna, his eyes expressing deep stress in trying to convey to the boy a lesson not too easily learned. It was often in the nature of students, especially of Gryffindor, to try and become strong and defeat the 'bad guys' before they inevitably learned that those 'bad guys' were often considered 'good' by everyone else.
The sapphire gaze of the wizard returned to his student again before saying, "absolute dominance or not, it is a demon. The Dark Arts, whether that be the unforgivable curses or using demons, are not to be reckoned with. They have terrible effects on those who use them...and don't try to bat this away by saying you've already suffered them, as that would be even more stressing that you discontinue it."
He held out of his hand, "I want you to give me the dagger, Lucius. I will return it to you upon your graduation, but for the rest of your time here at Firefox, I and your classmates will no doubt feel safer with it contained elsewhere."
Post by Lucius Dante Infernus on Jul 29, 2009 9:49:49 GMT -5
"With all due respect sir, I can not in good conscience do that. I have no idea how far the range of control I have is, and I will not risk every single person here to find out. My dagger is also integral to my spell-casting methods, which is another reason for my refusal. While yes, I can cast spells in the "normal" way, I prefer my own way because I can get more power and spells off in a shorter period time than someone else."
In an instant, Lucius' eyes had hardened. Gone was the determined look of one intending to do good, in it's place was a look more akin to grim determination and defiance... Another aspect of the teen, he never backed down from something. He had possessed that dagger for nearly four years, without knowing how it came to his possession... However, he knew it gave him his unique casting abilities...
"I would rather die than surrender it to someone else headmaster, for the reasons I have stated and my determination to do what I can to help people. That power, God-forsaken or otherwise, is half of me. Seventeen years made my soul and that of Samael of Abaddon's into one. That's how I can be sure he is unable to rampage, from the sheer fact he has half of inside him."
Crossing his arms, Lucius frowned... He could not in good conscience let the demon-bound weapon leave him, not for the power, but more for the safety of people around him.
"I can however, offer you a guarantee; I will not let him run free or invoke more than I can control. I always have kept my word before, because I knew I was damned. Someone saved me from that and I owe enough to keep my word, which has remained unbroken. If you want to play it safe, have some faith in me... I have only ever fought for the sake of my friends and for what I believe in."
Once more, the teen's expression changed, a much more grim look replace his determined expression
"Forsaken and evil powers aside, I've always done what I feel was right. Would you want to risk that entity getting free because he was outside of any rang eI could control him at? To banish him, you'd need to invoke another God, because he's not a demon from Christianity... He is bound to me and my will. I am the only thing keeping him in check, and that is about the only thing you can depend on. I would call myself a hero, or anything of the matter... I'm more of a protector. I have never backed down from a fight or from a belief, not now or ever."
Now, the teen's look was more fatalistic... A wealth of expressions so soon and quickly... Such was the ability to express emotions again without a monster in your head attempting to use them as power to break free...
"I couldn't care what happens to me, so long as I keep people safe from that demon, or any other threat. Not even if it costs me my life. I decided that years ago, when I turned eleven."
Post by Rezna Lardale on Jul 31, 2009 2:01:14 GMT -5
ooc: sorry it took so long
in: Rezna listened to the exchange between the two with a worried expression. Not only did the demon Lucius spoke turn out to be real, but it was also extremely dangerous. She understood the look she and Talon exchanged. The Gryffindor was strong and brave for having handled the Dark Arts single-handedly for so long. A true lion lived within the boy's soul, but he was still just a student. He was too young to have to handle a demon on his own. What if he lost his emotions, his control on the creature, and the Dark consumed the boy entirely?
"If this Samael of Abaddon is bound to you, then taking the dagger away will do no good," Rezna added her two cents to the conversation. "But perhaps there is a more foolproof way to keep the thing bound than merely your will, Lucius. After all, if it is part of you, then you are part of it. And that is a dangerous link to maintain between you two, for yourself and those around you. Have you asked Professor Halifirien his opinion on the matter? As the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he might be able to find a way to control that demon so you can focus on your studies instead of fighting to suppress this creature."
Rezna exchanged looks with Talon. This boy was in grave danger, and it seemed he was unaware of the magnitude of trouble he was in. Unfortunately, if things were as complicated as they seemed, then finding a way to help Lucius would not be quick or easy.
"As for those unique casting abilities of yours," she added as an after thought, "it is unwise to limit your magic to just one method of spellcasting. What would happen if that demon got destroyed, taking that dagger and it's powers with it? You must keep practicing with your wand. It is an integral part of being a wizard, which is what you are, Lucius. You let go of that, and I fear that demon will have found yet another way to latch onto you. Worse, those other abilities, stemming from that dagger, sound as though they are tied to the Dark Arts. Like the Headmaster said, that is a force you cannot reckon with."
.: and there are voices, that want to be heard, so much to mention, but you can't find the words; the scent of magic, the beauty that's been, when love was wilder than the wind :.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 31, 2009 8:17:45 GMT -5
Talon felt stronger having Rezna there with him. This was not an easy situation. Clearly this young man's soul had been so ravaged by this demon that he felt incomplete without it near him, combined with the classic Gryffindor demeanor that felt that having the dagger on his person was the best solution. "Lucius," Talon said again, this time his eyes growing serious.
"I didn't ask you whether I could take the dagger," he said, his voice very stern, "I said to give it to me. Nurse Lardale is absolutely right. You were invited to this school because you are a wizard. I saw what you could do at the Dueling Field. You are brave, you are valiant, you could make a good Auror one day. Mustang or Forbes could use your help." His voice tried to grow more gentle as he continued, to contrast his direct command. He tried to show the boy all the things he could do if he simply gave up the demon.
"Focus more on your wand and less on the nature of this demon. You cannot let it control you. The Dark Arts show no sympathy for its users, while those who strive to walk in the light are endlessly rewarded. Besides, you may have a direct link with this creature, this Samael of Abaddon, but don't you think that perhaps Professor Halifirien or myself, or perhaps even the Black Forest Church might know a bit more on how to handle him?" He tried very hard to try to make this boy understand. There was a very high chance he wouldn't. He was so convinced of using this evil power for good, when there was never a time when evil was good.
Talon knew that for a fact.
"Give me the dagger, Lucius. Go on with your life. Don't you remember the 200 points you lost at Triangle Tunnel? If you had given up the dagger, if you had just been yourself, that never would've happened. You have a lot of potential to be an excellent wizard...but if you keep holding on to the Dark Arts, you never will be."
Post by Lucius Dante Infernus on Jul 31, 2009 8:50:53 GMT -5
"Forsaken... That's been the story of my life. I never wanted the demon, in fact I was too young to remember him even being bound to me... But because of that, people never wanted to get close to me, lest my "curse" passed to them. Only one stood by me when I told her... It's thanks to her, he's stuck in my dagger."
Shaking his head, Lucius laughed sadly... People only saw what they wanted to... Sure, Samael of Abaddon was a demon, big deal. What if you applied dark power to a good cause? He'd been doing that for some time now.
"I could use my dagger's power before I had my demon bound there, something that I prefere because it is comfortable and useful to me. More... Flexible, per-say."
In a remote part of his being, the teen could feel Samael of Abaddon's anger at once again being betrayed by mankind... Something he could sympathise with.
"I can't give up my darkness, not because I won't, but because I'm the only one who can keep my darkness in check. I can't simply hand him over, not without losing an important part of my abilites... In this respect, my dagger."
With his right hand, Lucius was spinning a single silver ring round his right index finger... Just as an idea hit him...
"Perhaps... There is a way to achieve both ends... Silver is as much a bane to a demon as it is to the living dead and werewolves, part of the reason I keep so much with me..."
He chuckled, despite the situation... There might just be a way to move host from weapon to accessory... Maybe even impose a great range of control over the fire-monster...
"Since he has half my soul inside him, removing him from existence is impossible... Not without pretty much killing me. Instead, why not move host from my dagger to this ring? If I can get a long range on my control of him, there'd be no problem... I had this ring for a while, but it's not really my "cup of tea", if you want to be British about it... This way, You get to look after him, I keep my weapon, everyone but Mr Personality is happy, and things don't explode though a lapse in concentration."
The gryffindor tossed the ring in the air, as he spoke... It was fair and reasonable, since he relied a lot on his dagger over regular methods for the speed and power it gave him, and Talon would get his wish to look after the demon...
"Besides, what have you got to lose by this? All I'd need is one week to get my notes, my book and prepare it all. I wouldn't use the time to slip away, since I have no-where else to go... So... Why not give the idea a chance?"
Post by Rezna Lardale on Aug 1, 2009 21:17:46 GMT -5
Rezna wasn't altogether keen on the plan Lucius proposed. After all, it would make no difference whether the demon was in a ring or in a dagger. The boy was willing to spend days studying the theory, to lose much of his energy and strength in transporting a demon from one item to another, only to keep his dagger. The Nurse agreed that the boy's weapon may seem to give him additional power when casting charms and spells. But the nature of the Dark Arts was not to give, but to give and take. Lucius could not realize the toll the dagger could be taking on him until it was too late. Rezna let out a frustrated sigh when all she wanted was to shake the boy until he collected his senses.
Lucius had made progress by entertaining the idea of giving up his possession of the demon. But that dagger was just as evil as the demon itself. Who knew what Dark Magic saturated the weapon and what long-term effect it would have on anyone attempting to wield it.
"A dagger is still not a wand, Lucius," the Nurse reiterated. "Be there a demon inside or not, it will forever retain the stain of the Dark Arts. Evil such as that leaves a permanent scar; a scar not limited to just the item. I've seen what happens to wizards that thought it safe to tamper with relics once used for the Dark Arts," she paused to make eye contact with Lucius, imploring him to hear reason. "Some hurts go too deep for me to heal."
Having given her professional view of the matter, the Nurse became silent. The last word was behind Talon, and he would do what he thought best for the Gryffindor.
.: and there are voices, that want to be heard, so much to mention, but you can't find the words; the scent of magic, the beauty that's been, when love was wilder than the wind :.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Aug 1, 2009 22:53:06 GMT -5
Talon cast another glance at Rezna, his exasperation evident in his eyes. Perhaps the endless patience of those legendary wizard mentors like Merlin, Gandalf, and even Professor Dumbledore would come to the Headmaster after another century of life and experience, but in that moment the wizard was quickly growing more and more frustrated. It wasn't the boy talking, he knew, it was the demon. The Dark Arts were a cruel mistress, slinking their shadowy hands around the boy's mind and make him believe that the dagger's power was a reason worth keeping it.
The Headmaster could no longer handle this. "Once again, I reiterate," Talon said firmly, his voice grave, "I had hoped you would show the ability to rid yourself of the darkness yourself, but clearly this is worse than I thought." He flicked his wand, "Accio Dagger." The dagger containing Samael of Abaddon jumped from Lucius's person to the wizard's free hand.
And in that moment, Talon almost collapsed from the sheer level of malevolence that echoed from within its metal frame. He could feel the beating flames of hellfire, the majesty of the halls of Pandemonium, the power that came from wielding such cursed weapons. If the Headmaster's sapphire eyes could not have clearly seen Rezna Lardale, who was all he wanted, standing right before him, he might honestly have been tempted by the power of this Samael of Abaddon.
Instead, however, Talon tucked the dagger away inside of his robe pocket. "You will come with me to Gryffindor Tower quietly. If you attempt to take your dagger back, you will lose points. If you attempt to take your dagger back after losing said points, you will suffer detention with Professor O'Dell-" which in Talon's book was probably the worst punishment any teacher could give "-and if you take your dagger back even knowing of Professor O'Dell's detention-" God forbid "-then I will be forced to take points from next year's term as well."
He sighed a deep sigh, and said in a light voice, "you will be a normal student, Lucius, with normal student classes and normal student responsibilities and you will never again have to worry about this demon. You will leave that to me." Then he smiled and nodded to Rezna, and motioned for Lucius to follow him through the door.
That smile and nod, however, was more difficult than anyone could imagine. The evil within was creeping out of that dagger, reaching into the Headmaster's skin and trying to corrupt his mind.
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