Apokalipse

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Do the new houses have any animal mascots? I was disappointed to see the old houses go but for one specific reason.
Since Dor was on the Azeban Quiddtch team I had thought up an idea for an NPC who was his friend on the Quidditch team. The week before a match, he'd put on a sort of bandit raccoon mask over his eyes and run around playing (mostly) harmless pranks on the opposing house to build hype for the match. Don't mind that I can't do that exact thing anymore, but I'm gonna see if I can think up some other thing like that. Doesn't have to have n animal motif or anything though. Maybe I can just have them go around turning everything red and black or something.

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We can have mascots, I don't mind. I honestly just totally forgot about it. The only reason why I got rid of the old houses was because they were too much based on Hogwarts, and I wanted a totally different thing. What animal do you want your NPC to be? I'm okay with whatever, as long as it sort of fits the personality of the house.

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Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

OOC HERE

With Voldemort defeated, the Wizarding World expects peace to reign. However, without their knowing, a movement is being spurred by the wake of the destruction. Magical creatures are no longer coming to work; children are being kidnapped and replaced with Changelings; riots are covering Muggle streets. With the war, a new understanding as dawned upon the creatures of magic – they are victims of racism, too. And so, they refuse to be pawns of wizards and witches, and are demanding equal rights. Not only are the magical creatures rebelling, but a new organization under the name of TWK has began to rise. TWK is fighting for the right to expose magic to muggles, believing that they have a right to know and be a part of the magical world. They have done dangerous stunts such as purposely exposing witches – though the Democracy of Magical Beings has been quick to sweep it under the rug. As a student of Salem Witches' Institute in the United States of America and the future of this world, what do you think is morally right?

The Dreamwalker Project

Oh, also, do you guys want to make a chat in chatzy? I wanna talk to you guys but I don't want to blow up the OOC c:

EDIT: Sorry for double posting, I meant to add this onto the other one, but I totally forgot. I did it above, too. Sorry, sorry.

The Dreamwalker Project

Everybody is free to use Chiasa~ Just keep her bubbly and happy and kind of bossy~

The Dreamwalker Project

Once school was over, Ueda Etsuko was quick to start packing her bag. She crammed her things in there, not caring how organized they were, and slung it over her shoulder. Standing up so quickly, the chair scraped loudly across the floor, and Etsuko damned herself to hell in her mind. She had caught the attention of Chiasa aka Etsuko’s worst nightmare.

“Etsuko-chan~!” Chiasa screeched across the room, her saccharine voice grating across Etsuko’s ears like poisonous bees. As if the laws of nature didn’t adhere to her, Chiasa was over by Etsuko in record time.

Chiasa took one look at Etsuko’s bag and up at Etsuko’s russet eyes and exclaimed, “You are not permitted to leave!”

Etsuko might have been flabbergasted if she hadn’t been stuck with such behaviors since before school started. Etsuko just had the worst luck of her family moving right next to the Hamasaki clan. The Hamasaki family was a rambunctious bunch that repeatedly invited the Ueda trio to come over and hang out and, of course, Etsuko’s family accepted. Since then, Chiasa had the annoyingly familiar and totally unrealistic goal of getting Etsuko “out of her shell.” Etsuko had tried to persuade her neighbor from the ridiculous ambition, but Chiasa was as bullheaded as ever. As such, Etsuko didn’t reply when Chiasa claimed this and didn’t fight it when she grabbed her by the arm and forced her to walk towards Chiasa’s group of friends.

Etsuko had been introduced to every one of them at some point, but she didn’t bother to remember their names. The only one she remembered was Keigo, and that was in order to avoid him just as she did with Chiasa. Once they reached the friends, a full force of panic gripped her. Her lungs swelled, speedily gulping down air from her nose, and her heart beated twice as fast as normal. She felt as if she was going to pop, but on the outside she looked collected and cool, perhaps even timid.

“I’m back! Say hi, Etsuko-chan!” Chiasa gleefully chirped and Etsuko wondered absently if she ever cried. Then, she thought that if Chiasa did ever cry, her tears must be able to cure the sick. Etsuko bit her lip to keep from smiling – because she knew that when she smiled, it was game over for her and they will savagely take over her social life, which she had kept void on purpose.

“Hello.” Etsuko politely said, looking to each individual face.

“Oh! Keigo-kun, tell Etsuko-chan what you told me!” Chiasa cried and Etsuko felt her ear burst with pressure.

“Oh, yeah, so Ueda, get this – I found a list of numbers on my desk! And I didn’t write it!” Keigo crowed, looking at Etsuko expectedly. Whatever reaction he was expecting, he didn’t get it, as Etsuko just blinked.

“Idiot, she doesn’t know about the legend!” Another girl said and understanding dawned in Keigo’s eyes.

“Oh, yeah, okay: so y’know that old building here? Well, supposedly, if you enter one of the rooms and enter a special code into your phone, you’ll get a response telling how you will die.” Keigo whispered conspiratorially.

“I heard that you talked to the dead.”

“I heard!”

Etsuko blinked outwardly, but inwardly, she was endlessly rolling her eyes. How will she survive these complete morons?

The Dreamwalker Project

@CondorTalon Do you mind if I use your NPC, Keigo? I'm not using him directly, but a "friend" of Etsuko's is gonna talk about him, s'that okay?

The Dreamwalker Project

I'm working on a post right now~

Zombie Exodus

Got a post up (:

Zombie Exodus

|Josephine "Joseph" Smith|

10:00 AM
December 26, 2015

Crack.

Joseph pulled her bow taut, her hand grazing her cheek as she aimed. The buck stood, unaware, easy prey. Her hands shook, lack of energy draining her body, and her greasy hair feeling sickly on top of her head. She hadn’t taken a shower in days, too busy focusing on her next hunt – deer season was almost over and she’s only shot one. Joseph breathed out of her mouth, slow and steadying, closing her eyes for a second and trying to find her focus. The Bear Crux felt so heavy in her arms and her eyes almost didn’t open for a second, but she pried them open and stared at the buck.

Don’t fall asleep. Joseph thought to herself, willing her mind to listen to her commands.

She let go of the arrow and it went flying, the buck’s eyes widened when it realized its impending doom, and he kicked back wildly, flailing and running at the same time. The arrow sunk into brown.

“Shit!” Joseph yelled aloud in frustration. She climbed down from her tree stand, her legs quaking with tiredness, and she stalked forward. She grabbed the hilt of the arrow and yanked it from the tree, angrily stuffing it into its designated spot in her quiver.

Joseph made a move to climb back into her tree stand when she her phone began to buzz in her pocket. She pulled it from her pocket forcibly, the phone almost slipping from her grasp because she did it with such vigor, and angrily pressed the green button.

“What?”

“Now, that ain’t any way to talk to your daddy, now is it?” A thick Southern accent drawled from the other end and Joseph sighed.

“Sorry sir.” Joseph replied, her deep, raspy voice nearly choking on the words.

“Atta girl. It’s time to head back – too many hunters will be comin’ in now and scare away all the deer.”

“Yes sir.” Joseph shut the phone and started packing up her things, as well as her tree stand. She lugged the items through the forest and to her father’s red truck. She heaved the items into the trunk and climbed into the passenger seat, waiting for her dad’s arrival.

“So, Jo Junior, did you sleep at all last night?” He asked once he came into the car.

“No sir. I couldn’t. I didn’t sleep the night before either.” Joseph answered, sighing heavily and leaning her forehead against the car window as Joseph Sr. began to drive.

“Maybe we should take you to one of them doctors. This ain’t healthy, Josephine.”

Joseph Sr. never talked about feelings or health much, and when he did, he was usually joking about his brother’s beer gut – but when he used her first name, Joseph knew that the conversation would be lengthy and annoying if she didn’t nip it in the bud.

“Shit, dad, can we just drop it? I don’t wanna talk about feelin’s with you or medical advice or whatever. I’m nineteen, I’m a big girl now, I’ll handle it. Sir.” Joseph snapped, her voice barely staying even.

Joseph Sr. stared at his daughter for a second out of the corner of his eye, turning onto the road that led to his mother's house. “Yeah, alright.”