Are you serious? Your going to finally allow me to become solid? What happened to you fearing what i might do to the people you know.
"Well, that fear isn't completely gone, but I gotta start somewhere."
And your going to start by flying? I can't say i don't like the idea of flying again. But Last I checked you where afraid of flying.
"On brooms."
Yes, Malachy was going to try Flying. He walked into the Quidditch stadium. He had never use any entrance but the entrence to the spectator seats. So he had Bloodwing help in finding the way through and eventually found himself on the field.
"Bloodwing there is something that just doesn't feel right. Its like I'm forgetting something." Oh yeah Bloodwing was visible upon exiting the castle so any one could have followed him and the giant transparent dragon to the Quidditch pitch.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 26, 2009 11:59:11 GMT -5
There was no need for Morgan to follow Malachy and Bloodwing anywhere. As an avid quidditch player, and indeed Ravenclaw's Captain, she spent loads of time down on the pitch, just practicing flying. Today was another such day. It was beautiful. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the ghostly reptiles were standing on the field.
Wait, what?
Oh, Morgan realized, as she emerged from the changing room, practice gear on, and broom in hand, that Malachy and Bloodwing were there. She twisted her ponytail around her finger as she considered the tableau before her. Bloodwing looked slightly more visible than usual. Oh well, she could handle an audience. She mounted her broom, and hovered for a moment before flying over to the pair.
"Hello, Malachy," Morgan said, hanging upside down, her legs wrapped around the broomstick and one hand waving at her friend. "Whatcha doing?"
malchy stopped and watch as Morgan Flew towards them she seems so at home on the broom. "Seems your having fun. Glad to see your not slamming it into the ground." Malachy said prodding her conscience a little.
Malachy wants to try flying... on my back"
"Hey, I was gonna tell her."
Yeah as soon as she was done, we might need her help Mr. I'm afraid of flying.
"ON BROOMS!"
Last Edit: Jul 26, 2009 12:34:42 GMT -5 by Malachy
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 26, 2009 12:45:20 GMT -5
"Yes, well my boyfriend these days can keep his lips to himself." Her amber eyes grew hard as she glared at him, and she flipped herself right-side-up. She was just about to fly off and leave him there, alone with his dragon, when Bloodwing spoke. She flew around to face Malachy, hovering so she met him precisely eye to eye. The toes of her sneakers skimmed the grass, as she was three inches taller than him standing.
"So, you're afraid of brooms?" she smirked, glad for some leverage with which to poke at Malachy. "What makes you think you can fly a dragon, then?" She flew straight up, till she was about twenty feet above boy and ghost, and did a loop de loop. "Come on, let's see, then."
Gonna let her show you up? I can see why you would be intimidated. Bloodwing said sarcastically. Bloodwing was suddenly no longer transparent but white like marble. he was like a big solid statue. "Lower your head." Bloodwing already had his head on the ground.
Malachy walked over to the masive reptil and gripping tha scales of the titanic beast he hefted himsef on to bloodwings nekk, gust behind his head but just out of range of his horns. Bloodwing unfolded his wings, which, now that they where solid could catch the wind, and trust them downward as he jumped into the airl lifting into the air, And he shot upward.
Malachy felt his stomach twist into knots as he rose into the air. Malachy stopped once he was level with Morgan and bet his wings so they stayed aloft. hovering there. Malachy couldn't speak he was too busy keeping himself from throwing up so Bloodwing spoke instead. He's speechless
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 26, 2009 14:03:54 GMT -5
Poor, poor Malachy. It seemed he was almost ready to lose his lunch. Morgan almost felt sorry for him. If only he hadn't made her mad with that jab about plunging into the ground, she might have remembered the stomach-settling charm she sometimes helped first-time flyers with.
Too bad she was too angry to remember it.
"Isn't flying marvelous?" she asked, drawing out the last word as she rolled into a sloth-like position again. Her ivory hair fluttered down below her like a banner. She let go with one hand, and then the other, and hung in midair, supported by only her legs, her eyes level with Malachy's "It's so freeing, so instinctual, so...exhilarating." She flipped right-side-up again without putting her hands back, instead they were straight out to her sides like a tight rope walker's. "Makes you feel like nothing bad can ever happen to you again."
She flew in a slow circle around Malachy, arms still outstretched. "Like no one can lie to you, or hurt you, or break your heart." She hovered in close to Malachy now, very close. They were almost nose to nose. "But I doubt you could ever appreciate anything so honest."
What nonsense was she talking? She had forgiven Malachy for that ages ago. Oh, but he had been the one to bring it up again, and he hadn't even had the decency to act sheepish about her last comment. She wanted to humiliate him the same way he'd humiliated her. She kept hovering, right in his face, staring him down until he answered.
[color=red[\]Relax your mind Malachy Let me in.[/color] Morgans show of skill was only making Malachy more intimated and more sick to thye stomach. He barely heard Bloodwing but he did allow Bloodwing entry.
Their minds touched and suddenly his nausea was gone.His eye be came molten gold with cat like yellow slits and his vision seemed to have gotten 10 times better. He began feeling confident powerful. He was Lord of the sky and this human was nothing but a gnat. Why was he suddenly describing Morgan that way?
"Exhilarating indeed. However Humans where never meant to fly." Bloodwing summersauted around Morgan with gfrace not even a bird could match. "I say lets play a little game of quaffle only Quidditch. Each score is worth three points. Real house points the first to 30 points wins. Oh and just to make things interesting lets make them actual house points." Malachy grinned into Morgans upside down face.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 26, 2009 23:23:08 GMT -5
He was ignoring her!? Why, that repulsive, repugnant little moron! Morgan straightened herself out. That dragon was being a terrible influence on him. "Well!" she said in an offended tone, "I hope you and your pet lizard are very happy together." Then she streaked off towards the other end of the pitch. She wasn't going to take Malachy's crap. She wasn't his girlfriend anymore.
Wait. Morgan was angry? At him? Again? Just for his convenience Bloodwing fashed the memories. She's not happy at the comment you greeted her with but who cares she can't handle a little ball busting?
"Keep my stomach under control. Malachy said anger ayt Bloodwings bull-headedness. Follow my mental directions and don't you dare speak for me.
Malach on Bloodwing flew as fast as they could and with more ease than Malachy had suspected he hacaught up and gotten infont of her stopping her. "Excuse Bloowing for being an ass and for me being blind I didn't realize that the remark I made had cut so deep. I'm sorry..." He said.
Last Edit: Jul 26, 2009 23:39:24 GMT -5 by Malachy
Unseen had, in life, been given the position of Firefox University Justiciar - keeper of the peace. With his recent return to the school, and his new duty as Headmaster Windwaltz' loyal servant, he had returned to the post with pride.
With Talon as his sworn master, the Shade placed the protection of the school as his first priority. It was for this reason that he had decided to pause the progression of his own plotline - right in the middle of being torn a new one by Unknown and regaining mortality with newfound powers he could never have dreamed of - to clean up the University's latest mess.
Muryllis, comfortably assuming his human form, appeared in the middle of the Quidditch field, wand in hand. Unaware that he was about to break up a heart-to-heart talk between disgustingly mushy lovers, he summoned a binding sphere around the body of the GIANT FUCKING GHOST DRAGON, focusing its power to throw the bratty Slytherin off his mount and into the air. A conjured magical cushion appeared beneath him, keeping him from tumbling to the ground like a sack of mandrake roots.
"I have heard reports that an illegal, dangerous creature has been seen on the grounds, and it is my duty as Justiciar to remove it immediately," he called, his voice amplified with simple charms. "Miss Pendragon, as Ravenclaw House Prefect, one would assume you would have had the sense to take this upon yourself. I will give you the benefit of the doubt and infer that you had not the ability nor courage to act accordingly."
He waited for the dragon, locked in its bindings, to float down to the ground, followed by Malachy on his enchanted cushion.
"I will relocate him a safe area outside the school grounds. If he is to be seen here again, I will have no choice but to destroy him. Do understand - I will know if this creature makes another appearance."
Being the merciful upholder of justice that he was, the Justiciar waited for anything the two students may have had to say before carrying out his sentence.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 27, 2009 22:08:45 GMT -5
"Mur...yllis?" Morgan asked bewildered as a figure from her past emerged. Once again, she felt like a foolish thirteen year old girl. "We...we were just..." GAH! What was this, Parade Around the Guys from Morgan's Past Day? Was Shadow hiding somewhere, waiting to ambush her too? And why couldn't she speak? She was not thirteen anymore.
"He's just a ghost. The dragon. He can't hurt anybody." Finally, real words--sentences even--came out of Morgan's mouth. "Really, Mury, you don't have to do this. That's why I was here, to keep the situation under control. Malachy here wanted to see if he could turn the ghost dragon solid and fly him. I was here to supervise the attempt."
The lie flowed easily, naturally from her mouth. Of course, she had no idea if he'd really buy it. She just hoped Malachy would keep his dumb mouth shut. Saving his ass was the last thing she ought to be doing, given the circumstances, but she really didn't want to cost Slytherin any more points.
Malachy was thrown fro the dragon he was panicked for a moment and then he found himself on his feet. "Some unknown being was holding his dragon with magic and threatening to destroy it. He called it dangerous. Malachy went for his wand but a wuick look at morgan told him that he should let her do the talking.
He ached to set his dragon free and attack the heartless wraith that was the new source of Malachy's angry. But he didn't decided to add something. "I was under the impression that the laws concerning magical beasts only applied to those that where alive?" He said in a voice that sounded more like an un informed student looking for an exit, looking for an excuse that would get him out of trouble.
The Shade-soon-to-become-not-a-Shade-though-it's-still-uncertain-because-there-are-some-interesting-plot-ideas-floating-around-and-yeah, who was still quite ticked at having been ripped out of his own plot progression to deal with these kids, responded to Morgan's bewildered look with a cold, hard glance of his own; years of dealing with dark wizards had made him a master of cold, hard glances.
"Miss Pendragon, I wasn't given this position for my stupidity, and I strongly doubt the title of Prefect is given freely to idiots. You would do well to keep out of this if your incompetence is so easily betrayed by your manner of speech." Having removed Morgan from the discussion, the man turned his icy blue eyes - an unnerving change from his once-soft, darker eyes - to the brat who had started this whole mess in the first place.
"Boy, the 'laws' here are designed to keep the school safe from the growing number of dangerous creatures that call Spain their home. Unless this is your first day here, you are quite aware that several of these beings have been known to enter the grounds without much resistance. I am putting a stop to that; if you prefer the dangerous life, the Castille is not too far from here."
Muryllis was then interrupted by a flying rat-type Pokemon that had come to deliver a message. The note landed in his outstretched hand, and he took a moment to read it before disposing of it in a ball of flame. Yet another random person had decided to voice their support; it seemed his GIANT FUCKING DRAGON GHOST crusade had taken on quite a following.
He leaned closer to the young Slytherin, his face barely inches from the boy's. "Among the most dangerous beings," he growled, no breath or air accompanying the words, "are those who aren't exactly alive."
The orb containing the ghostly dragon began to hover, taking flight only moments later. Guided by his wand, the enchanted prison shot through the air, disappearing over the treeline with a flash of light. The arcane sphere dissolved then, dumping the ghost in free territory.
His task complete, the Justiciar turned from the pair and made to leave the Quidditch stadium, hopefully to get on with his own business.
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Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 27, 2009 23:57:37 GMT -5
Mury's attitude rankled. Morgan was sick to the teeth of being treated like a petulant child. Of course, reacting in ager would not exactly prove her maturity, would it? She needed a plan, she needed to analyze Muryllis a bit to see if there were some discernible chink in his amour. She already knew flirting with him was a bust. Something he had said caught her attention, and her eyes flew wide open.
"Among the most dangerous beings," he had said, "are those who aren't exactly alive."
The blue eyes, instead of dark ones. His rather colder manner. Granted, he had never exactly been a kitten to deal with, but still...
And those mysterious rumors...
Click. Click. Click. The puzzle pieces fell into place. "Well, you would be the one to know, wouldn't you?" Her voice and manner were suddenly more confident, more assertive. Her nervousness had vanished once she was certain that the being she was speaking with was not Muryillis Antonius. Did Windwaltz know?
"But then, I suppose you're right. My mother always taught me never trust anything that acts human and isn't; anything that thinks, but one cannot see where it keeps its brain; or anything that used to be human, and isn't anymore." She didn't want to say anything obvious in front of Malachy, but the Thing-parading-around-as-Muryllis would know what she was getting at. Hopefully.
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