There was silence for a few moments after Kat finished. Maybe I said to much...She was looking down at the ground, ready for the words of sure, yes, dueling society to emerge from her mouth, but instead, Talon spoke first- or sputtered, really.
Kat, you're ...you're...you're Kat McGonagall!" He exclaimed.
A huge smile swept her face as he found her name as the right word to use. "Yea," She breathed out, not knowing what else to say.
"I know you can kick some ass, and kick it well," he continued, almost over enthusiastically. Kat couldn't help but put a hand to her cheek and chuckle like a silly schoolgirl. This situation seemed very familiar to her. "That's why I hired you. Hired you right off the bat, really, and I've never regretted it. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be standing here right now enjoying this pleasant evening. Agiel's friend, hero of the Vampire War, hero of the Shadow War, hero of Fortress, hero of Firefox."
"Hah, it sounds great when you say it like that," Kat said, laughing at herself now, knowing all that he said was not as amazing as he made it out to be, still taking in what he was saying. She had never heard anyone glamor her like this, and she wasn't sure how to take it, except grin like a fool. The atmosphere shifted then, a little less cheery. Talon turned his eyes away, a look of sadness replacing the smile he had just worn. Over-optimistic and spinless.. He repeated, taking in the words Kat had used to describe herself.
"...that's what they call Talon Windwaltz, these days, I hear."
Kat opened her mouth a little bit, as though to say something, but nothing came.
"Sure the new ones still think of me as a Hero, still see me as a Professor, but the old ones know. They know me as the weakling, the one who fled, and the one who surrendered to Scorpius...the cowardly lion."
Kat stared into his sapphire eyes, and saw the sadness he had been carrying for months. He then went for a change of subject, the atmosphere lighter and his eyes cast toward something else. Kat was a master at change of subjects, and wouldn't let his divert her. She knew what she had wanted to say, and now it was bubbling up, perhaps as his exclamation had been just moments before. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. But at the same time, she could. She understood exactly how he felt, but couldn't just let it simmer in him.
"Talon Windwaltz," Kat began, sounding surprised. "Do you know how much you've done? For everyone? So you got scared, and had a moment of weakness. So what? You're not perfect, nobody is. You made a mistake." She paused, waiting for the look. "Ok, so it was a big mistake. What are you, like 20? How many people your age do you think have done as much as you? You've faced so many problems, so many parallels, so many enemies. So Scorpius got under your skin and you doubted yourself and your potential. Kay. The difference between the Talon that left and the one standing in front of me now is, you came back. You came back Talon!"
She was making her voice go for the dramatics, they always helped. "You could have left and never come back, left the dream you had and wandered the world the rest of your life regretting it, and wanting to come back, but never did. You came back, you redeemed yourself. Look at this school Talon, look around you. You've made Firefox flourish...Do you think Agiel never had a weakness? Never had a moment of insecurity? He did. He wasn't perfect either. But the thing that made him great was he was there, he fought for what he loved. He died doing it. You are a very brave man, and believe me, I don't say that often" She said grinning a bit.
Kat paused, her expression regaining seriousness, and she did not cast her eyes anywhere but his. "Cowardly lion, redeemed.''
Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free? Strange things did happen here No stranger would it seem If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Post by Cary Christopher Hughes on Aug 14, 2007 21:05:30 GMT -5
Cary had been daydreaming, staring around the room and watching impassively as people danced and laughed and had a good time, when suddenly he saw a new glass of punch in front of his eyes. Startled out of his reverie, Cary looked up and recognized Avyre. "Hi!" he said, accepting the glass of punch with a smile and taking a long sip. He had finished his other glass a few minutes before.
Cary was feeling quite tipsy now, but it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling for him. "Thanks a lot," he said in reference to the punch, and then, "You know, I don't really understand why people would be mean to you because of what you told me. I mean, it sounds like it's entirely your parents' deal. Not really anything you could have changed." For a moment, Cary was silent, thinking about how he knew first-hand that you couldn't really defy your parents.
After several long seconds of thought, however, Cary shook his head as though ridding it of thoughts of his parents, drained the remainder of his cup of punch, and stood, his hand outstretched. "So," he said, "this is a dance, is it not? Would you like to boogie down with me?"
Dom had to let go of Sparky in order to dodge the curse that came at him, which went through the spot that he stood at to hit a little second year, who fell to the ground, spilling punch all over the place. Dom was just as surprised as the kiddie on the ground, and despite the fact he had not been hit by the spell, Dom just stood still, staring at the girl who had apparently 'saved' the raven haired boy from him. Bad idea.
Dom's eyes flickered through several emotions within the span of only a few seconds. At first, he was surprised at the girl's use of magic, illegally, in the dance hall. Then, he was shocked that she was talking to the idol of his eyes. This shock was followed for a short moment by a look of pure disappointment as Sparky walked away from the girl and sat down. When he figured that the girl had caused Cobalt to sit down, Dom's eyes flashed into an angry glare. Ho shit.
Dom's lips pulled back, revealing his pearly whites, and a low growl vibrated from his throat. That thing, the girl, had stolen his Sparky from him. Dom's brain exploded in anger. He knew he would have to control himself, at least inside the castle, and he couldn't fully change, so he would have to settle with his heightened human abilities. In less than a second, Dom was right in front of the thing that stood between him and the boy who he simply wanted to spend time with.
SMACK!
Dom had slapped the girl across the face, hard. The sound vibrated throughout the hall, almost louder than the music being played. Dom pulled his hand back, ready to dig his claws in this time, when he noticed eyes on him. The immediately surrounding of students had turned to face the lycan in the tight suit. Ho shit.
Dom sped off towards the exit, running first like normal, and on all fours to pick up some speed, then he turned into a wolf, taking off through the halls, out the main entrance, and into the grounds. Dom knew he had screwed up. He just... She had taken him away from him. Dom figured that, since Sparky was out of reach, he would have to just leave him be.
As the wolf curled up in the dark, on the top of a rock near the lake, his thoughts went first to his sire, his lover, Orca, and how Orca had disappeared. Then, his thoughts danced to Cobalt, to the smells the boy gave off and the feel of his hand under his own. And, as the late night rain fell slowly, Dom turned back into his human self, no longer in the suit (Though still clothed in the white shirt and underpants he had worn under his suit), to feel the rain.
(( Thar she blows!! Pardon the length (or lack thereof)... for that reason, she blows ))
Between the exploits of Sparky and Teagan, and the various enlightening conversations going on, and the hilarious image of an angry Desu storming off to pester someone else, possibly the most interesting thing Muryllis saw was the entrance of Deus Arachnis. It wasn't the Acromantula himself, masterfully charmed to a more 'manageable' size; rather, it was the sharp set of wheels he rolled in on. Even when Sparky was dragged off by a Lycan (though later saved by Ashelle), he couldn't help but feel impressed as the creature scrambled up to him and Fuu and, ending in failure, attempted to bow.
"So, Fuu, I assume this is your date?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Then he grinned, yet again. "An excellent choice, my dear Fuu. I'll leave the two of you." Turning to the Acromantula, he added, "It's an honor to see one of your kind here. Have fun, you two!" Turning away, the Ravenclaw made his way through the crowd of still-gaping faces and poured himself some punch, silently casting a cleansing charm in the case that it really was spiked.
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2007 22:54:28 GMT -5 by Mury 6.0
Post by Shane Matthews on Aug 15, 2007 2:15:28 GMT -5
While she seemed to think this was dancing, to the librarian it was near torture. Hands placed tentatively and awkwardly on Marina’s hips, a lot of senseless movement, a lot more time spent trying not to walk all over other people or Marina. Should this happen, it would invariably cause conflict and, curse the slightest thought of it, social interaction.
Still, however, he couldn’t help but notice the girl seemed infinitely more cheerful than before, when he had first come across her in the library. She wasn’t crying here, at least, and did finally managed to catch his eye when he took his own eyes off his feet long enough to pay attention to hers.
When she abruptly threw her arms around him, his hand instinctively left her waist and went for the pocket of his dress robes where, having lied to Blaise, he had his wand waiting, as any good wizard or witch did. Yet when she kissed him, his entire body went rigid. Completely frozen and rooted in place, only one thought hazily managed to surface vaguely in his mind: ‘Only Mildew Fatigues God With True Force.’
Unfortunately, he still had a hand on his wand, of course and was startled back into reality when, with a loud “BANG!”, he accidentally transfigured every nearby cup of punch into a book of some sort. While this in itself wasn’t completely devastating, there was the occasional person who had just hit themselves on the head with a textbook as it changed as they had been lifting their own glass to their face for a drink. Off in one corner, someone who had been attempting to chug as much punch as possible to impress his friends was now choking on a bookmark.
With a second unintentional “BANG!” , dozens of books starting appearing in the air, above the partying students and staff. While, once again, this was mostly harmless, there were heavy hardcover textbooks among the bunch, so more than one student was forced to dive out of the way with a small shriek to dodge a magical world encyclopedia.
“Eep.” Shane said simply, knowing that now he was certain be the exact center of attention and wanting this less than anything, turned abruptly, breaking free of Marina’s grip and hurrying away. He shouldered his way past bunches of students, aiming for the corridors beyond, where he could get as far away from this dance as possible.
Post by Professor Roeswood on Aug 15, 2007 12:50:09 GMT -5
Marina knew something was wrong with the kiss from the moment she initiated it. Shane did not respond with the fervor she had wanted. In contrast, he had gone quite rigid, and the woman knew instantly that disaster was about to strike. She let go and stepped back a few paces, startled, as the first BANG rang through the air, and books suddenly appeared everywhere in place of glasses of punch.
"Shane?" she said tremulously, her eyes widening to the size of saucers, embarrassment, regret, and a tinge of fear showing plainly in her expression. Everything had gone terribly wrong, and she was probably lucky if Shane could ever talk to her again. She didn't have much time to dwell on this though, as with a second bang, a heavy tome came crashing down directly on her head with a resounding crack that brought tears to her eyes.
Now, injured, humiliated, and direly disappointed, she threaded through the students and over books, trying to make chase to the man she had just essentially violated. "I'm sorry!" she shouted after him, but nothing seemed to stop his progress. By the time she followed him out into the hallway he was nowhere to be found.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Aug 15, 2007 20:10:47 GMT -5
OOC: Aww, poor Shane the Librarian and poor Marina! v.v God-Mod with permission of Marc Streampaw. *For translations of Pureblood swears, PM me.
IC: SMACK!
Ashelle saw red. How dare this man slap her! She tried to knee him in the groin but it seemed the moment he'd hit her he'd realized how stupid such a action was and now was fleeing for his life. "Yeah, Run you *Creature of Filth! And never stop or I shall find you!" she screamed after him, but he was already gone. At least she'd saved Sparky from what she now considered a dangerous Lycan.
"Stop Marc, don't go after him . . . it's no use fighting a *Bilkbiter like that! You'll get into trouble and besides, he might have friends." For Marc had begun running after the older Lycan, clearly bent on revenge.
Suddenly the toll of the nights theatrics hit Ashelle like a ton of bricks. She'd been ignored by everyone she'd have considered going to the dance with and also everyone she wouldn't have considered going to the dance with. Then when she got here she'd gotten punch thrown at her and slapped by a Pedophile Lyacan. Not knowing what else to do or even if she wanted to stay any longer she sat down at the nearest table to sit down, then burst into tears.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Aug 15, 2007 20:56:36 GMT -5
SMACK!
Marc whipped around in time to see another Lycan Attacking Miss Ashelle! Marc growled frightfully. How dare this Outsider, this Jackal harm his Miss Ashelle! With a frightful howl that could chill blood, he began to chase the villain. However before Marc could get down on all fours and really hunt The Outsider, Ashelle called for him to stop.
"Stop Marc, don't go after him . . . it's no use fighting a *Bilkbiter like that! You'll get into trouble and besides, he might have friends."
Had it been anyone else Marc would have ignored them. But Ashelle was all he had now, for better or worse he must obey her. Marc turned back only to find Ashelle running from him, and collapsing into a chair.
"Miss . . . Miss Ashelle?" he shuffled up to her and whined pitifully. "I stopped Miss, I didn't hunt him . . ." He now saw that Ashelle was crying. Marc sat beside her and hugged her gently. "Please don't cry Miss! That Cur is gone now. How won't come back, don't worry. We have more friends that he does, yes we do," and he motioned to the hall of students and teachers.
Post by avyresnape on Aug 16, 2007 11:32:12 GMT -5
Avyre smiled at his usage of 'boogie down', and was excited about dancing. She set her punch down, not that she was going to miss it, and nodded her head. "I would love to dance." Secretly though she was thinking, What the heck are you thinking??!! You don't know how to dance, much less dance with another person!!!! What are you thinking??!! I'm thinking that this is a dance, he's a nice boy, and he asked. I want to dance, and I'm going to. She stood and smiled at Carey, "Shall we?"
Post by Conor Arch on Aug 16, 2007 20:39:26 GMT -5
Conor had been debating whether to go to the start-of-term for some while now, and while he was in the Ravenclaw common room, twiddling his fingers, thinking of an adequate answer to a particularly difficult History of Magic question, he had seen some girls walking through the common room, dressed in fanciful dresses and ornate jewelry. He had still not made his mind up on the night of the dance.
Although his finest muggle clothing, black slacks, a black shirt, and a silver vest, was lying on his blue four poster bed, with a bronze colored bed skirt, he still could not decide whether he wanted to dance, and have a good time, or sit in the common room, alone, while almost every other student, and teacher was downstairs, having fun, no, having the time of their lives.
The decision was clear, he would go to the dance. Maybe he'd actually have a good time? He thought about this while he ran, ran up the stairs, dodging fluffy armchairs and ancient desks as he made his way to the boy's dormitory, thinking about dashing into the hall, dancing, and above all, enjoying himself.
As he came to the door of the boy's dormitory, he bombarded his way into the dormitory and raced to his bed. Seeing the clothes, he quickly put his clothes on, chucking the dirsty ones in a clothes hamper, ever so kindly given to him by his mum on his 12th birthday. After putting his best muggle clothes on, he practically flew down the staircase, raced through the Entrance Hall, and opened the doors to the Great Hall, entering the dance.
Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Aug 17, 2007 17:47:27 GMT -5
Teagan's eyes carefully watched as the green bobbing woman went off to interrogate gryffindor's Megan. If that strange woman was wanting to have any luck, Teagan supposed that Megan would be friendly. After all, few ravenclaws were like that; they had a painful irking habit of being extremely analytical and cynical, namely cynical. It looked like a couple of red-headed twins entered; Teagan's only thought about them was that they reminded her Aiden and Adana, but they had been gone for a long time. The thought vanished as she continued watching the crowd from her protective corner. Of course, Ashelle did freak out when the punch fell on her. She spied Cobalt and Dom, the former disappearing among the couples. The latter slapped Ashelle (uh-oh) and ran off all wolfy. Teagan released as sigh.
Other groups had their own drama going on, and Ashelle's violence would be maintained by the boy always at her side. Anyway, Teagan had been at this torturous festivity more than long enough. Besides, the headmaster might come by at any moment to make her dance... The prominence of being head girl was really not to her liking.
She stood up from the chair and pushed it back to the table, her long fingers leaving its wooden edges delicately, slightly drifting against the smooth surface. The ravenclaw quietly left the dance, and she was fairly certain that she was just as unnoticed as she had been when she arrived.
Ick. Well, she would not be missing anything.
OOC: Moving into sub-thread "Rain Rain... (OMGOPEN)."
Megan almost screamed herself as a girl excitedly made her way towards the Gryffindor, talking in a language the brunette couldn't even begin to hope to understand. "I...I...umm..." she stuttered, her eyes looking frantically around for someone to help her out, even if just a little.
"I..." the young Gryff tried again, swallowing nervously. She didn't do well speaking to people she didn't know in English, let alone anything else.
Fiddling with her dress, Meg took a deep breath. "I'm Megan... who are you?"
Now, as much as her english was terrible, she DID know a few basics. Thus, it was possible for her to reply.. in a way. She struggled to think the words out before she had to release them from her mouth, choosing the foreign syllables carefully. "Mai.. naymu.. isu..." She took a breath. That was probably right. "Suiseiseki?" This last word came out in direct Japanese, sounding laughably ridiculous next to the extreme accented earlier words. "Itsu.. naisu.. meeto you?"
A confused look passed over the delicate face. That last sentence sounded odd. Perhaps she'd put the 'nice' in the wrong place? Maybe she was missing an entire word or two or three. She shrugged, not really caring. "Dansu?" She asked, her head cocked to the side, her hand still stuck out in front of her.
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