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Post by xnaughtyxkikix on Jul 17, 2007 1:08:41 GMT -6
As everyone started to freak out about her suggestion she just rolled her eyes, still sitting on her little ice pack. What the f**k ever. It was just a god d**n suggestion. Kiki wasn't one to really mess with when she was hurt and under some sort of stress. She just kept quiet until they figured what to do. Even though she wanted to say something, she just kept her mouth shut because she already felt a bit outcasted. She wasn't even supposed to be there anyways, right? It was the group that someone else, probably Elle, had put together.
"Just stay together and everything will be fine"
Trying to stand up, her butt feeling much better. She had to lean against the door a bit with her shoulder before she could stand up without it hurting as much. She took out her wand again and with a flick, the ice pack was gone. Starting to walk, she followed just a few feet behind the rest of the group, limping just a tad bit. God. I've done stupid shit like this before. Why does it hurt so bad!
"Just stay quiet."
She sighed. How much she just wanted to say 'okay, then master,' but she continued to keep quiet. Her teeth clenched and her lips pursed together to keep in words of pain and also those of protest. Kiki looked around with her eyes. Something about the deserted Hogsmeade just didn't feel right. As if maybe someone was actually in the deserted shops watching them. Maybe she was just a little paranoid, but it just wasn't right, ignoring the fact that, yes, Hogsmeade, the absolutely lively place was dead. She felt a nice little breeze blow past her and shivered as it had snuck up on her, leaving her even more noticeable to weird things than before, a little concerned that something might pop out of no where to start attacking them.Admin Edit: 1 Galleon given by Scotchy. (keep up the nice lengthy detail good work!)
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Post by maria on Jul 17, 2007 13:16:15 GMT -6
Maria turned back quietly and gave Josh a slightly strange look. A look that would say, 'who died and made you king'. She doesn't take orders from somebody. She was willing to stay quiet, but for the whole groups sake, not just because some boy said so. She looked around the place, feeling a slight breeze. "Well, lets get going." She so not in the mood to wait hand and foot on people. She walked slowly, looking at the stores. She walked over to them, quickly, as they past, and took a quick look inside. She wanted to make sure that the others were there or not. One store went so long without use it had bats flowing out of it as soon as she looked inside. They all fly by her head, left and right, some over. She wasn't scared of them. She looked around more. She waited for the group. She had no problem now. Temper gone. She was one happy person. She waited. She picked up a rock off of the ground and tossed it in the air. Messing with anything in the future or past could mess up the timing a little bit, but whats one rock going to hurt. She tossed it in the air again, and when it came back down, used her shoe to play hackysack. "I hate how this place is so quiet," She mumbled to herself, as she let the rock fall, and looked up to everyone else. She hated the future, and almost everything in. Almost. She could live with the forest and lake, but the rest can be a bit...annoying..quiet..not fun? She did want to go back to the past, and hang out with her friends. She had to get used to the fact that its gonna be a while before they actually went back. She only shrugged to herself. It life, its going to act in strange ways and have strange doors open. You have to learn to take one door, and know to keep taking those doors until you reach the end of your life. Thats what she would've done. Admin Edit: 1 Galleon given by Scotchy. (nice length Keep it up!)ADMIN EDIT: 1 Galleon, given by Apple. (Fantastic! Keep up the good work!)
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Post by caity on Jul 19, 2007 20:26:31 GMT -6
"Just stay quiet."
Elphaba bit back a small sigh of relief. At least there seemed to be one reasonable student amoust the four of them, instead of one emotional girl and another temper driven one. Why couldn't people learn to control their emotions? In fact, why did most of the human race seem to find it practical to have their lives driven by said emotions. The green witch just didn't find it logical. Maybe this is why many other students tended to avoided the girl whose heart seemed to be made of stone.
"Well, lets get going."
Elphaba then heard this coming from the girl who had previously displayed a temper. At least it was gone now and the girl seemed to be acting logical. With a nodd, she moved through the streets of Hogsmeade, her wand clutched close just in case, with the group. Who knew what could be lurking in the dark alleyways of the once beloved town? Vampires maybe... Hags... Dark Wizards... Idiots..
Elphaba watched as the girl seemed to toss a rock. With a sigh, she stayed silent. If the girl drew attention to the group, Elpaba wouldn't be responsible for what would happen.
Finally speaking up, the green artichoke, as she had often heard people call her behind her back, said quietly, "Whatever happens. Don't draw attention to us. Whether we are in the future or some alternate dimension, the chaos that people would create..."
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Post by xnaughtyxkikix on Jul 23, 2007 18:35:42 GMT -6
With all this going on, Kiki just thought it easier if everyone just shut up now and just walk around. She was still a tad bit mad that people were acting as if the others couldn't figure it out themselves to keep quiet. She watched as the girl started to kick the rock around like a hackysack. Right. I get pretty much scolded for suggesting sparks while she could very much break a stupid god d**n window.
Her eyes were narrowed and she just looked ahead, not really thinking about how the place became how it is but more if anyone was around. She was still a tad bit jumpy and she was starting to feel cold with her arms bare. She looked around into the windows, unsure if she was being watched or not. Once or twice, she had a bad feeling that she had seen the outline of a body but wasn't too sure as the shops were too dim and the windows grimy.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Jul 23, 2007 19:38:31 GMT -6
(( hehe thats fine, but Purr is going to post, we have to enter the evil characters, so people can kind of here them. So the Posting order is now
Caity Purr Apple Scotchy Kiki Maria ))
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Post by purrfection on Jul 23, 2007 22:13:55 GMT -6
Ros Warren, messy blonde hair blocking parts of her vision, stared with dark, disagreeable eyes at the wooden door at the very back of the rickety old building that she currently occupied. The place didn't used to be abandoned. In fact, the large dining table at which Ros was sitting had seen a lot of commotion over the years, as was proven by the worn, chipped wood and the various scuffs and scratches covering the bare tabletop. It had been an essential piece, after all, of one of the finest italian restuarants in Hogsmeade; the old man that had started the place back 'in the day' had passed away recently, and Ros and her cohorts had been in desperate need of a place to collaborate. The other employees of the place were not gifted in much else besides culinary arts, they could not manage funds and could hardly keep the place going by themselves, so it wasn't like it mattered what happened to them. How the rest of their story fit together should be easy to figure out: Ros worked on a daily basis with some of the most gifted and powerful witches and wizards of the decade and all that old Emilio bloke could do was keep a sauce recipe secret for thirty-some years... and he couldn't even do that right.
Ros absentmindedly folded and unfolded the wine-stained recipe card between her thin, bony fingers. It wasn't like she was ever going to use it, but it was nice to know she had it anyway. Satisfying was the fact that she would have a souvenir to remind her of what this place had been before death came along and ruined it.
Shoving the card in one of the faded pockets of her simple black robes, Ros shifted her attention to the door again. She had been waiting here for nearly five minutes and, still, no one else had shown up. It was no secret that Ros hated waiting. She especially hated waiting for other people; specifically, for people that she knew were dependable and rarely had to be waited on at all. Those kind of people were only late when they were being otherwise occupied with a very pressing matter, one that they deemed important enough to sacrifice their punctuality for.
Nothing was more important than Ros.
At least, nothing was more important this particular occasion, which Ros deemed she and her colleagues a very large part of. Apparently, some unidentifiable figures had been spotted very close to where Hogwarts used to be, ambling about the wreckage. The sources that had imformed Ros of this were supposedly trustworthy, but Hogsmeade and the surrounding area had been quiet for a very long time, not to mention the news of newcomers had traveled through a grapevine (so to speak) to get to Ros. Imformation could have easily been lost or edited, and Ros wasn't going to believe anything until she heard it straight from someone fully credible.
She turned to the broken-out window in the far corner of the room. It was very unlikely, considering the current state of Hogsmeade and its (few) inhabitants, that there would ever be an intruder spying on the happenings inside Ros's newly adopted hideout, but she still needed to fix that window. It wasn't smart to take chances. It was a pity she didn't feel up to performing magic. She supposed this minor household chore would be left up to someone else at a later date. It wasn't a pressing matter anyway. The street outside was quiet, as it always was, and Ros could not imagine anyone besides she and her comrades disturbing the peace.
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Post by Tori on Jul 24, 2007 1:01:03 GMT -6
Things were finally starting to go right, Darius thought as he walked stood in the forest, watching that pathetic nurse crying over the body of Dane Tigerthon. But who else was there? They certainly weren't on his side. They seemed upset, as well. The damned woman was hysterical. She should be grateful that Darius hadn't killed her! Sighing, he walked up to the woman and grabbed her around the waist. He caught a relatively good glimpse of the two also there, as well. A teenage girl in her old Hogwarts robes (for whatever reason. No one goes to Hogwarts anymore) and a middle-aged man who looked vaguely familiar. Actually, both of them looked vaguely familiar.
Not caring to stick around for tea, Darius turned on the spot and waited as he was pressed through the "tube of apparition". He then landed with a crack right outside the doorway of an old restaurant, wondering why in the hell Ros had decided to hold their meetings there. He glanced up at the faded, rusted gold sign that now read "milio s", as the E and the apostrophe had gone missing somehow.
Sighing, Darius dragged the woman through the doorway of the building effortlessly, though she was still screaming and kicking. He had put his hand over her mouth before he disapparated, so her screams were muffled, at least. He brobably had a good bruise or two on his shin though, from her killer heels. He should have thought to replace them with slippers. Darius made a mental note to do so the next time she was needed.
Seeing Ros sitting in a chair, looking as impatient as ever, Darius's mouth twitched into what could barely be described as a smile and he shoved the woman into a chair. Drawing his wand, he pointed it at her, and ropes shot out, binding her to the chair he had thrust her into. He also pulled a clean handkerchief out of his chest pocket and tied it around her mouth. Grinning at his handiwork, Darius turned back to Ros.
"Sorry I'm late," he said and took the seat across from Ros at the long table, only the back of the chair was between his legs. He looked exhausted. "I forgot I sent this one," he jerked his head towards the thrashing Katharine Moss, with blood stains down the front of her white cloak, "to take care of something, and I had to go fetch her."
Smiling, he pointed his wand at Katharine again. "Langlock," he hissed, and her muffled yells stopped, though she continued thrashing. "Lordy...Petrificus Totalus!" With that, Katharine's limbs froze and she stopped moving. Sighing with Relief, Darius turned back to Ros.
"Anyways, I'm not sure what's keeping Daemon. He said he'd be here before me. He's probably forgotten where we we've decided to hold the meetings...What do you suppose we do with her? Put her with the others? Or dispose of her? She's right easy to control, so she may come in useful later." Darius smiled hopefully at Ros. There certainly was no point in killing the woman. She'd proved herself a useful puppet so far.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Jul 24, 2007 19:11:16 GMT -6
Daemon, as usual, walked into a wizard store full knowing he was going to be late. But he was hungry, and he wasn't in the mood to have Darius yap at him all the time, and telling him things he should do. He was thiry-one years old now, all that tagging along stuff stopped, right? Not really, since he hasn't mustered up the curage to leave this crazy 'clense the world' theory and do his own stuff. And since he hasn't, when he walks into stores everyone hushes up and stares at him with great fear. Daemon isn't one to kill or be all that threatening but with his half-brother barking at him and his half-brother's sex toy, thing, whatever you want to call her doing the same, it is really hard to refuse.
The two old ladies behind the counter backed up against the wall, and Daemon just strolled past pretending he didn't notice. Daemon was a tall man, about 6'2", and slender. He wasn't scronny like he had been when he was younger, but he isn't extremely muscular either, he was just skinny with some muscles to him. He has grey eyes, much like his mothers, and black shaggy hair that always got in his eyes. He could get a little pale, but it never stopped him from making women swoon everytime they see him pass by.
Daemon picked up, twinkies, ho-ho's, bag of chips, a case of beer, and some chocolate candies that the witches were trying to bring back 'Every Flavored Beans' or something like that. As he moved towards the cigarettes, he heard whispers.
"That's him!" one lady said frantically.
"He doesn't look like a killer..."
"Of course he doesn't," there was a long pause and then something hitting the counter. "I don't think he knows what he does. But him, and his brother, and that horrible witch took out Hogsmeade!"
"Oh, that was a horrible time..." Daemon picked out the best kind he could get and turned to go to the register but there was more. "You know... I heard there was these weird people coming into town. Some have mentioned a portal. Honestly Marge, I don't understand why you keep this little place open with all these crazy people coming."
"I need the money. But what kind of-"
Marge stopped as Daemon made his way up to the register. The woman went pale, and he plopped his things down. Marge moved forward some, and the other pushed her gently but gave her a wary look, then disappeared behind the shop. "Hello," Daemon offered to be friendly but the woman shook at his heavy voice.
"T-t-that is f-free," she stammered bringing up a large brown bag and started putting his things in.
Once the old woman was finished Daemon flashed her a winning smile and nodded taking the bag, "Thank you, Ma'am." Marge blinked at him in surprise.
Daemon pressed the bag close to him, got out the box of cigarettes, pulled out one, lit it, and then stuck it in his mouth. It felt so good to take a long nice drag of it and then let out the smoke. He grinned, and started walking to where he knew the diserted Hogsmeade would be. Once there he was about half way through his cigarette. He glanced around at the place and frowned seeing some unfamiliar foot marks in the ground. He peered at them with his grey eyes, and shook it off. He figured some kids were just looking for trouble. He got up to the run down Italian resturant, opened the door, and blinked seeing Ros, with a scrunted up face and a look of irritation. He was in for it, for sure. He walked in a bit more, shut the door and set down the back of food and beers. He took one more long drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it. "Hey everyone."
He lifted his head up again to see Katharine in a chair, "You know, I really feel bad about that," he said simply. "She did mend my broken... arm... leg... and... nose." He then pointed to his half- brother and snarled, "Which all of those breaking were your fault."
Daemon went through his bag of goodies and pulled out the twinkies. He stuffed his face hearing his stomach make one last growl of starvation, and then settle as he ate more. "So why we here again?"
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Josh glanced back, everyone was following and staying quiet which was good. But he couldn't help but notice a rock rolling forward and then rolling forward again after someone kicked it. He looked at the kicker and shook his head. He wasn't in the mood to get caught.
A little further down there was a brick wall, and two ways to go. "What way we go?" he whispered, not noticing that he had done it. So what if he was getting a little nervouse. He had every right to be so!
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Post by xnaughtyxkikix on Jul 26, 2007 2:15:42 GMT -6
Kiki's eyes were diverting from one side of the street to the other, making sure to look through a few of the windows. She was still a tad bit behind everyone, but she was starting to feel even more paranoid, the smallest little sound of wind chimes making her jump a bit. She kept walking down the alley, though, the wind on the back of her neck bothering her, but more scaring her than anything.
"What way we go?"
Picking up her pace, she started to walk, her hands glued in her pockets of her jeans so that she was hunched over. Her eyes were still going this way and that and she just wanted to get out of there. She wasn't so sure where to go since she was following the others and they had gone a way in which she never liked to go down especially since all her favorite shops were on the main road. She just walked right past the boy, though, her heart pounding and her hopes of getting out of there heightening. She took a left.
By now, she was about at least 10 yards ahead of the group whether they followed reluctantly or not. She was more keen to finding her way back to the school. Back to the future headmaster or headmistress. She was more going into a panic attack again more than anything. Then her head was filling with voices again. Not the ones she had heard so many times before. Not the ones she had just heard again not more than 15 minutes ago. It seemed as if her inner eye was heightening as well. But was it her ears that were?
"Petrificus Totalus!... Anyways, I'm not sure... Keeping Daemon. He said... He's probably forgotten where... Suppose we do with her? Put her with the others? Or dispose of her?"
She couldn't tell where the voices were coming from and at first, it seemed as if she were getting little snippets of her parents when she was younger and it was all in her head, but with different voices and accents. But then as she got closer ahead of the group, she started to hear it louder. This made her head jerk more and more to the left and right, trying to figure out what was going on. She started to panic a bit more. She turned to look at the rest of the group, her eyes wide and her arms still glued to her side. With a little motion, she pulled on of her hands quickly out of her pockets and put a finger to her lips to shush the group, placing it back into her pockets and searching for the originator of the voice, making sure to try and keep out of site.
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Post by maria on Jul 29, 2007 14:14:54 GMT -6
Out of all the noises she heard in that time area, voices were the worst. It was like the people didn't know they were there. But that was good. Maria shuddered at the sound of other voices in their where-abouts. She stayed quiet, and walked closer to where the noises came from. Maria walked beside Kiki as quietly as humanly possible. The voices becamse louder as they got closer.
Maria had a questionable face on. Weren't they the only ones there? Who else would be there with them, it would be entirly impossible for anyone else to be her, unless. Unless there were actually people living here in this town. But it didn't seem like the place that would be crawling with homeless people. Nonetheless, Maria stopped when she could hear the voices clearly and didn't really want to go closer. What if they were caught? What would happen? Would the people hurt them? Were they nice? She wasn't into getting scared, so lets just say she was a tinsy bit nervous.
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Post by caity on Jul 29, 2007 18:27:16 GMT -6
Elphaba's usually hard and cold chocolate brown eyes seemed to turn to pure ice as she heard voices. None of them seemed to to be benevolent either. What would people be doing at this hour in a place as deserted, a ghost town basically, as this Hogsmeade from whatever time and place they were had become. She would bet all she owned that these people weren't friendly.
Where were these voices coming from though? Elphaba wondered silently as she followed Kiki's lead and stayed silent. The green witch had good hearing, but not good enough to pinpoint where it was coming for or what they were saying. Her eyesight was worse at times, hence the reason she owned a pair of reading glasses at 18!
As much as she hated it for she really didn't trust people often, Elphaba would have to let the others decide where it was coming from. And after that, who knows what they would do. Perhaps they would try to locate the other students, and hopefully that kid Dane they had come here for in the first place.
Hopefully though while they were here, Elphaba would be able to determine the differences between this dimension, which she suspected it was, and their own. The scientific repercussions could be immense. And as a magical scientist at heart, she would adore those repercussions!
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Post by purrfection on Aug 1, 2007 21:14:55 GMT -6
Ros was just about to burn the frustration stew she was simmering in when the door to the restuarant opened. Finally.
"Sorry I'm late."
It was Darius, holding captive some screaming woman. Ros stared at him. He set his latest victim down in an empty chair.
"I forgot I sent this one to take care of something, and I had to go fetch her."
Darius indicated to to the woman with a nod of his head. Ros stared at him some more.
"Langlock! Lordy...Petrificus Totalus!"
Ros, despite her certainties that the fit this woman was having was insanely entertaining to watch, did not move her eyes from Darius. It almost looked like he had petrified Ros instead of the other female because she was being so still. The only sign she gave that she was still paying attention was a very slow and deliberate blink every five seconds.
"Anyways, I'm not sure what's keeping Daemon. He said he'd be here before me. He's probably forgotten where we we've decided to hold the meetings...What do you suppose we do with her? Put her with the others? Or dispose of her? She's right easy to control, so she may come in useful later."
Ah, once again Ros was reminded just how much Darius talked. Most of what he said was unnecessary, she thought, but it rather made up for her own lack of speech. Besides, a lot of what he said happened to be interesting and worth hearing about; she wasn't about to complain. In response to all of his inquiries, Ros continued to stare at him. It was just so much easier than saying "I don't know. Yes. No. Yes." in that order and with little to no enthusiasm, which was exactly what she would have done had she felt like verbalizing her thoughts.
It was alright. Darius would understand. She didn't care what he did with the useless-looking woman in the chair, how hard was that to get?
"Hey everyone."
It was Daemon. He had a bag.
Just as it was no secret that Ros hated waiting, it was common knowledge that she preferred Darius over his half-brother Daemon. This was not, as one might imagine, because she had been in a rather close relationship with Darius earlier in her life, but because Darius was, quite simply, not nearly as annoying. And, in reality, Daemon probably wasn't annoying at all. It was just the small detail of him thinking she and Darius were still involved, which they weren't. Not to mention that he never seemed to care about anything the group discussed. Darius always insisted to her that he was fullheartedly for all their plans, but sometimes Ros wondered if he said that just because he didn't want to break the unspoken standards he'd set for his younger brother.
So Ros grudgingly allowed Daemon to stay in the group. In truth, they needed his help a lot of the time, but Darius was always having to convince him to do his job. Darius was, Ros had found, very good at 'convincing'. As it turned out, this came very easy to men who were both physically exceptional and verbally assertive.
"You know, I really feel bad about that. She did mend my broken... arm... leg... and... nose. Which all of those breaking were your fault."
Ros turned her cold, hard eyes to the woman in the chair. She looked utterly terrified and by this Ros assumed that she couldn't do much of anything right. If you were that jumpy about doing someone else's (no doubt violent) bidding, having your mind controlled, and being petrified in a chair, how could you possibly work in the medical field or, for that matter, live?
There was a crinkling of paper accompanied by a small thump as Daemon set his bag on the table. Ros smelled cigarette smoke. She made a disgusted face at Daemon, breaking her usually stoic facade solely for the purpose of non-verbally insulting his body odor. It was a satisfying thing, being critical of others.
Being critical of Daemon was especially satisfying and hardly difficult.
"So why we here again?"
Ros turned to Darius with a 'Well, go ahead, tell him!' look on her face. She hardly cared that she may have, in her haste of calling a meeting, forgotten to tell him exactly why he (and everyone else) was needed. She rather thought such elaborations were unnecessary. If there were strangers roaming the streets of Hogsmeade, Darius would have surely heard of it, and he would speak for her.
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Post by Tori on Aug 6, 2007 16:37:58 GMT -6
Darius knew that Ros hadn't spoken in a long, long time, but still he spoke to her. He felt that his talking made up for her lack of verbalization. However, he shifter uncomfortably in his chair, for all she did was stare and blink. She usually communicated with body language and facial expressions. Maybe she was upset with him for being late. It wasn't his fault that damned nurse kept fighting his imperius curse.
"Hey everyone."
Darius nodded toward his half-brother, who had just entered the door carrying a grocery bag. It was about time he showed up. Darius at least had an excuse. What was Daemon's? He had to pick up some groceries? Scowling, Darius sank down in his chair and sighed. He knew that his half-brother wasn't really into this whole thing, but it was nice to have another pair of arms on their side.
"You know, I really feel bad about that. She did mend my broken... arm... leg... and... nose. Which all of those breaking were your fault."
Darius shrugged. "Oh well," he said, looking over at the petrified woman. "She was one of the only ones left who haven't either gone into hiding or have been killed. And regarding the broken limbs, you brought it upon yourself." Satisfied, he nodded once, signifying the end of the discussion.
"So why we here again?"
Darius looked at Ros, who gave him a look that he knew to mean: "You tell him." Years of reading Ros's facial expressions gave him and him alone the ability to know what she was thinking. Darius nodded and turned to his stinking half-brother. I mean stinking in the literal sense, for he smelled like tar, nicotine, and whatever chemicals they put into cigarettes. In Darius's opinion, pipes made you look cooler than cigarettes.
"Well," Daris began, scatching at a spot on his nose. "There are people here; people we don't know. As you know, it is odd for people to go wandering around in the areas that we occupy. People have been spotted in the graveyard, in Hogwarts' forest, and I've just seen two where we killed that Tigerthon boy. I don't think anybody's come here to Hogsmeade yet, but it's only a matter of time. Most of them look to be younger; student age, but all those in the Graveyard are adults, as was one in the forest where I picked up her," he nodded over towards Katharine, who sat, frozen and terrified looking in the chair she was bound to. "So what we need to do," he continued, now standing up and beginning to pace, "is to use those bodies we've kept preserved. Ros and I both know how to control Inferi, and if you do, as well, great. We need to use them, and us, to stop these people, and to find out what they're up to and why they're here."
Darius stopped in his tracks, nodded at Ros, and looked at Daemon. "Understand?"
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Post by .Scotchy. on Aug 10, 2007 12:35:20 GMT -6
Daemon stared at Ros, who just made werid facial expressions to Darius. She never talked, making Daemon believe she was mute, but either way she totally freaked him out. He gave her dirty looks most of the time, to the point he started thinking she didn't like him. But between Darius and her, who did? They just used him, it wasn't like they loved him or anything. Even his brother Darius, he got that strange feeling he didn't give any brotherly love towards him. And Daemon always gave love. It might be because he was the softly in the group.
"Oh well, she was one of the only ones left who haven't either gone into hiding or have been killed. And regarding the broken limbs, you brought it upon yourself."
At this point Daemon had shoved two twinkies in his mouth, "Ash wong ash weh doon 'urt her, or aning," (as long as we don't hurt her or anything) he said between mouthfuls. He gulped down the twinkies and shook his head, "I mean, she was nice, so can we let her live besides the others?"
Ros gave a weird look to Darius and Daemon took out a bottle of beer. "Want one Darius? Ros?" He had gotten goodies, and was always willing to share, just as long as they didn't ask for the ho ho's and twinkies, he was happy. He opened his beer on the side of a table and took a large swig. It was cold, and felt so good going down his throat. "Ah." He said and grinned at the two, Darius getting ready to talk and Ros staring at him with a stoney face.
"Well, there are people here; people we don't know. As you know, it is odd for people to go wandering around in the areas that we occupy."
Daemon nodded, remembering what the old women were talking about. "Personally I think it's just kids Darius. Are we really going to get spooked by teens who seem to think they are cool because they go where others don't?"
"People have been spotted in the graveyard, in Hogwarts' forest, and I've just seen two where we killed that Tigerthon boy. I don't think anybody's come here to Hogsmeade yet, but it's only a matter of time."
Daemon froze and gave Darius a sharp look, "You killed Dane?" He new Dane from his school years, he was a pretty cool kid, and loved that one muggle born girl. "What did he do to you?"
"Most of them look to be younger; student age, but all those in the Graveyard are adults, as was one in the forest where I picked up her,"
Daemon followed his gaze to Katharine and he bit into more twinkie, trying to hide his sorrow face. He wasn't liking this as it went on. If they were killing kids, he wasn't in for it anymore. But how was he to tell Darius? Darius would have his head on pladder before he could say 'please'. If not Darius, Ros sure as hell would.
"So what we need to do, is to use those bodies we've kept preserved. Ros and I both know how to control Inferi, and if you do, as well, great. We need to use them, and us, to stop these people, and to find out what they're up to and why they're here."
Daemon's grey eyes went back to Darius. He did know Inferi, but he didn't want to kill kids. That wasn't his idea of fun, or fair. When did Darius get so cold? When did he get to the point that killing kids was ok, and fair? It wouldn't even be a fair fight.
"Understand?"
Daemon for sure was now feeling sick to his stomach. It wasn't because of what he was eating, but because of this idea. "Darius... they are kids. Why don't we just take one, find ask what they are doing and let them go? If they are getting together some army to go against us, then fine. But I wont take part in killing kids. If you want them dead, you and Ros do it. I will do anything else, but kill kids." He was making his voice sound sharp and for once, he was telling them no. It was his first time. But he stood tall as he did, and defiantly.
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Josh watched Elphaba go one way, and he went to follow her, but the voices seemed to fade. "No, Elpha, this way." He mumbled and turned the other direction. As he walked he started to crouch down at the windows incase someone was there. "It's coming from over here..."
He reached a building and stayed low. This was beginning to be too real for him. A weird abandoned place, and now voices. He reached a window, where the voices were coming from and peeked into it. There was two men, and a woman. One was pigging out on something, one was talking, and one was quiet. Josh snuck low to the ground to listen. He nodded to the others to do the same.
"--People have been spotted in the graveyard, in Hogwarts' forest, and I've just seen two where we killed that Tigerthon boy. I don't think anybody's come here to Hogsmeade yet, but it's only a matter of time."
"You killed Dane? What did he do to you?"
Josh held his breath. The person they were here for, was dead?
Admin Edit: 2 Galleons given by Purr (Awww, I like Daemon. ^^)
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Post by xnaughtyxkikix on Aug 10, 2007 19:28:06 GMT -6
Kiki crouched down next to the window, crawling on all fours to get on the other side so the rest could crouch near it and listen, too. Her heart was thumping like mad. We shouldn't be here. We shouldn't be here. Why the f**k am I such an idiot? She was beating herself up for getting herself into this little mess and now she was starting to regret even barging into that classroom to add in her little witty comment.
She was now hiding from the 'bad guys' as people would call them as they were talking about killing one of her own err... semi friends? She looked at the others in surprise and was lost on what to do. She knew that she'd want to run for the hills, but she wouldn't do it without the others. She knew that she'd probably be too scared to pull off any magic and was starting to feel queezy with the way the people inside were talking so casually about killing someone.
This was what seemed to snap her back to reality. They had killed Dane. To kill someone you don't even know made her terribly angry. Plus, that meant that their little adventure into the future would have been a complete waste. There was no way she wanted to fight these people. She didn't know them and it wasn't her business to get into theirs.
"Darius... they are kids. Why don't we just take one, find ask what they are doing and let them go? If they are getting together some army to go against us, then fine. But I wont take part in killing kids. If you want them dead, you and Ros do it. I will do anything else, but kill kids."
The way that she said it meant that she must have been somewhat sensible yet still bad if she managed to find a way into a group of such evil people. Kiki still didn't like how the other two were most likely going to take this as an invite to kill the kids around the area without her. She took out her wand and was ready incase something happened and they were spotted or even if she needed to do something to save herself.
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