Post by Syrus on Aug 16, 2007 8:28:33 GMT -5
He reached forward into the chaos, into the sacred pit of eclectic energy, and bound his spirit with that of the Headmaster. As he walked he spoke, using that conduit of energy to make his thoughts known to the unconscious one, though he could not respond. His slumber was deep. Soon he would awaken, and his agony would be supreme.
He walked with the limp Windwaltz in his arms, unafraid of the carnage around him, ignoring more or less everyone. After a time little Roan had come to pay homage to the Headmaster, bitching and moaning as she was apt to do. When she disrespected Syrus once again he had a sudden urge to rip off her head, but quelled it.
He was a teacher now, after all.
Instead, he chose to ridicule her, calling to her after her rant was done.
“Just kill yourself, Roan,” he said, smiling faintly, “it’s just a matter of time anyway, before someone gets you, you pathetic, childish arse.”
He topped it off by looking at her, contorting his face into a childish expression of sorrow, and pretending to cry. Then he turned back to Tobias, the more intelligent of the two students under his care, who had rightly followed him.
“You should get out of here before the situation gets worse,” he said, releasing Talon for a moment and letting him hover. The Violet King grabbed Talon’s shoe and handed it to Tobias.
“Portus,” he muttered, pointing his wand at the shoe. The shoe shone for a brief moment, and then was dark again. “That will take you to the Slytherin common room, Tobias. It will technically activate in three hundred seconds.”
Nodding to the student, he picked Talon up again and continued his stroll, chatting animatedly to the lifeless figure.
“So you see, Talon, the situation is rather complex. Concerning your injuries, well, I can heal them with a little bit of time and effort. That shouldn’t be an issue. And, like I said before, Roan is such a disrespectful little idiot. Damn.”
He worried vaguely about the Count, but knew full well that Scorpius could deal with quite a lot on his own. He was a wily one, and would weasel his way out of pretty much anything. Now was the time to worry about the Headmaster, for he had been gravely injured.
“Well, Talon, we’ll be off to the Hospital Wing in a minute.”
Quite unexpectedly, Syrus froze in his tracks, unable to move the slightest muscle.
What the gently caress?
Some sort of incantation had frozen him mid-stride. This could not be allowed. He would not be trapped here, unable to see his attacker, at their mercy. If he could not move to initiate the disapparation sequence, then his armor would.
Take us to the Hospital.
His armor literally ignited, streams of magical energy pouring over it as it fought to counteract the force of Melia’s incantation. A mere second passed and they were gone, a ghostly afterimage marking their departure.
He walked with the limp Windwaltz in his arms, unafraid of the carnage around him, ignoring more or less everyone. After a time little Roan had come to pay homage to the Headmaster, bitching and moaning as she was apt to do. When she disrespected Syrus once again he had a sudden urge to rip off her head, but quelled it.
He was a teacher now, after all.
Instead, he chose to ridicule her, calling to her after her rant was done.
“Just kill yourself, Roan,” he said, smiling faintly, “it’s just a matter of time anyway, before someone gets you, you pathetic, childish arse.”
He topped it off by looking at her, contorting his face into a childish expression of sorrow, and pretending to cry. Then he turned back to Tobias, the more intelligent of the two students under his care, who had rightly followed him.
“You should get out of here before the situation gets worse,” he said, releasing Talon for a moment and letting him hover. The Violet King grabbed Talon’s shoe and handed it to Tobias.
“Portus,” he muttered, pointing his wand at the shoe. The shoe shone for a brief moment, and then was dark again. “That will take you to the Slytherin common room, Tobias. It will technically activate in three hundred seconds.”
Nodding to the student, he picked Talon up again and continued his stroll, chatting animatedly to the lifeless figure.
“So you see, Talon, the situation is rather complex. Concerning your injuries, well, I can heal them with a little bit of time and effort. That shouldn’t be an issue. And, like I said before, Roan is such a disrespectful little idiot. Damn.”
He worried vaguely about the Count, but knew full well that Scorpius could deal with quite a lot on his own. He was a wily one, and would weasel his way out of pretty much anything. Now was the time to worry about the Headmaster, for he had been gravely injured.
“Well, Talon, we’ll be off to the Hospital Wing in a minute.”
Quite unexpectedly, Syrus froze in his tracks, unable to move the slightest muscle.
What the gently caress?
Some sort of incantation had frozen him mid-stride. This could not be allowed. He would not be trapped here, unable to see his attacker, at their mercy. If he could not move to initiate the disapparation sequence, then his armor would.
Take us to the Hospital.
His armor literally ignited, streams of magical energy pouring over it as it fought to counteract the force of Melia’s incantation. A mere second passed and they were gone, a ghostly afterimage marking their departure.