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Konan375That's cool!!! Sorry I skipped ahead of you I wasn't sure what you wanted. Feel free to write that she did all that!!!
When heaven is in sever mode you guys can just do that!
Yes I could not resist her finding lily!! Very interesting indeed!!
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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The breakfast was over, and nearly cleaned up. Hibiscus would be relieved from duty soon. She dabbed the sweat from her brow, feeling accomplished. She would soon be relieved from her duties.
She'd have to restock the kitchen before she left, or chef would be cross. She took off her apron and washed her hands and face in the kitchen basin. Then headed up stairs.
As she did she thought to herself, making a mental checklist. She thought about the Vierdell family. Their little girl, Tess, was sick. It wasn't anything that would kill her, but the nasty rash she sported might leave permanent scarring, and if they didn't clear up her throat she may have a husky voice for the rest of her days. It didn't help that chatty-Tess refused to sit quietly in her bed and recover. Haven had been commissioned to make her some medicine. The stuff had taken some time to distill, but would be ready in the morning. Haven planned to set out first thing for their family's home in the northern woods to deliver the medicine herself. She was thinking in her head, trying to make sure she had indeed packed everything she would need.
Mindlessly she opened a door, expecting to find storage...
... And blinked, instead seeing a younger girl she did not recognize. Haven raised a brow, confused, the girl had only a thin blanket, and was using flour for a pillow. Surely this wasn't where anyone was intended to stay...
Perhaps the youth was hiding from her parents or guardians who had a proper room. She didn't want to frighten the poor thing, she offered the youngling a smile, and a small meek wave.
She'd have to restock the kitchen before she left, or chef would be cross. She took off her apron and washed her hands and face in the kitchen basin. Then headed up stairs.
As she did she thought to herself, making a mental checklist. She thought about the Vierdell family. Their little girl, Tess, was sick. It wasn't anything that would kill her, but the nasty rash she sported might leave permanent scarring, and if they didn't clear up her throat she may have a husky voice for the rest of her days. It didn't help that chatty-Tess refused to sit quietly in her bed and recover. Haven had been commissioned to make her some medicine. The stuff had taken some time to distill, but would be ready in the morning. Haven planned to set out first thing for their family's home in the northern woods to deliver the medicine herself. She was thinking in her head, trying to make sure she had indeed packed everything she would need.
Mindlessly she opened a door, expecting to find storage...
... And blinked, instead seeing a younger girl she did not recognize. Haven raised a brow, confused, the girl had only a thin blanket, and was using flour for a pillow. Surely this wasn't where anyone was intended to stay...
Perhaps the youth was hiding from her parents or guardians who had a proper room. She didn't want to frighten the poor thing, she offered the youngling a smile, and a small meek wave.
Posted!
I'm working on a show this weekend/week, so if you guys find I'm being slow do not wait up for me, I'm sure you can just skip my turn a few times. If you REALLY need to you can knock-Hibiscus-out-or- something temporarly (I should not be delayed THAT much, but I don't want to hold you all back).
I'm working on a show this weekend/week, so if you guys find I'm being slow do not wait up for me, I'm sure you can just skip my turn a few times. If you REALLY need to you can knock-Hibiscus-out-or- something temporarly (I should not be delayed THAT much, but I don't want to hold you all back).
It wasn’t long before the group entered chaos.
The child-lecturer was there, raining down an immeasurable amount of destruction at his will. Hibiscus stood back, watching light and birds and energy swirl about at his will. She found herself glaring a bit, both from the harsh light ahead of her and because of her reaction to the violent scene before her.
Hibiscus felt a wave rush over her, her armor seemed to change, all it’s magical properties were gone. Then, before she saw it, the Samurai took a leap into the air, blocking a beam of light headed right for them. He deflected the beam into other enemies. He, and the Kid, urged the others to fight.
Blueberry and company were more than happy to oblige. Swords and arrows lodged themselves into the undead.
“Puppets.” Muttered Hibiscus. She stepped the the side and the hound followed. He barked twice as three undead corpses hobbled toward her. Their eyes empty, but their crooked teeth were gnashing, hungry for flesh.
Hibiscus raised her hand toward the trio. She focused her will, taking a deep breath. “STOP.” She finally bellowed.
The trio came to a halt, their teeth still gnashing, their limbs twitching every so often.
She extended two fingers, then flicked her wrist. “TURN!” Two of the three zombies about-faced, Then began walking the other way. “Hound, attend them.” The two zombies and the hound would not attack, but would defend Hibiscus from any oncoming volley or attacker, she needed to focus.
She approached the last zombie, who still stood obediently in it’s place. She gave the body a thorough look-over. It was once a woman. Her head was in-tact, with only a few bruises and splotches of mud. Most the damage was seen in her crooked legs, and an unnaturally twisted wrist. Her clothes were tattered, Hibiscus reached up and touched the fabric, was she in some sort of uniform? She was fresh, she was injured by not rotting, the blood on her wounds bright red. Hibiscus thought it was very likely the one who killed her was the one who brought her back.
She thrust out her hand clutching the dead-woman’s throat and squeezed, as if to choke her. “SPEAK!” She growled.
The dead-woman stopped gnashing, her body shuddered and convulsed, then began to open and close her mouth, her dry lips cracked as they moved. No noise came forth, something was wrong…
Hibiscus ripped open the front of the woman’s shirt with her free hand. Before her death there may have been a sight to appreciate, but her violent unnatural breath had stolen any grace or beauty she once had. ’Her lung is punctured’. Hibiscus winced. There’s only one thing to do about that… luckily this wound is small.’
She drew a knife, and cut open the woman's flesh under her breast, then worked her free hand into the dead-woman's torso. She found the rib that punctured the lung, and pulled it out. Then she covered the hole with her palm, took a moment to make sure that everything was as it should be, then her fingers squeezed the lung.
“Speak.” Hibiscus said, this time more softly. “Do you remember who killed you?” Hibiscus spoke her question slowly and deliberately, so that dead-woman could understand her as much as possible.
The un-dead could not speak as they once did in life, this would be a struggle for her broken body. Hibiscus had more questions, but if she asked something to complex or asked to many questions at once the dead-woman would become confused or overwhelmed. She was unsure how many questions this body would be able to answer, every one had their limits, so she though to ask the most important first.
The ‘zombies’, and the drones, and even their living opponents were merely puppets. Hibiscus intended to find their master.
The child-lecturer was there, raining down an immeasurable amount of destruction at his will. Hibiscus stood back, watching light and birds and energy swirl about at his will. She found herself glaring a bit, both from the harsh light ahead of her and because of her reaction to the violent scene before her.
Hibiscus felt a wave rush over her, her armor seemed to change, all it’s magical properties were gone. Then, before she saw it, the Samurai took a leap into the air, blocking a beam of light headed right for them. He deflected the beam into other enemies. He, and the Kid, urged the others to fight.
Blueberry and company were more than happy to oblige. Swords and arrows lodged themselves into the undead.
“Puppets.” Muttered Hibiscus. She stepped the the side and the hound followed. He barked twice as three undead corpses hobbled toward her. Their eyes empty, but their crooked teeth were gnashing, hungry for flesh.
Hibiscus raised her hand toward the trio. She focused her will, taking a deep breath. “STOP.” She finally bellowed.
The trio came to a halt, their teeth still gnashing, their limbs twitching every so often.
She extended two fingers, then flicked her wrist. “TURN!” Two of the three zombies about-faced, Then began walking the other way. “Hound, attend them.” The two zombies and the hound would not attack, but would defend Hibiscus from any oncoming volley or attacker, she needed to focus.
She approached the last zombie, who still stood obediently in it’s place. She gave the body a thorough look-over. It was once a woman. Her head was in-tact, with only a few bruises and splotches of mud. Most the damage was seen in her crooked legs, and an unnaturally twisted wrist. Her clothes were tattered, Hibiscus reached up and touched the fabric, was she in some sort of uniform? She was fresh, she was injured by not rotting, the blood on her wounds bright red. Hibiscus thought it was very likely the one who killed her was the one who brought her back.
She thrust out her hand clutching the dead-woman’s throat and squeezed, as if to choke her. “SPEAK!” She growled.
The dead-woman stopped gnashing, her body shuddered and convulsed, then began to open and close her mouth, her dry lips cracked as they moved. No noise came forth, something was wrong…
Hibiscus ripped open the front of the woman’s shirt with her free hand. Before her death there may have been a sight to appreciate, but her violent unnatural breath had stolen any grace or beauty she once had. ’Her lung is punctured’. Hibiscus winced. There’s only one thing to do about that… luckily this wound is small.’
She drew a knife, and cut open the woman's flesh under her breast, then worked her free hand into the dead-woman's torso. She found the rib that punctured the lung, and pulled it out. Then she covered the hole with her palm, took a moment to make sure that everything was as it should be, then her fingers squeezed the lung.
“Speak.” Hibiscus said, this time more softly. “Do you remember who killed you?” Hibiscus spoke her question slowly and deliberately, so that dead-woman could understand her as much as possible.
The un-dead could not speak as they once did in life, this would be a struggle for her broken body. Hibiscus had more questions, but if she asked something to complex or asked to many questions at once the dead-woman would become confused or overwhelmed. She was unsure how many questions this body would be able to answer, every one had their limits, so she though to ask the most important first.
The ‘zombies’, and the drones, and even their living opponents were merely puppets. Hibiscus intended to find their master.
Phelix nodded and walked briskly through the column and onto platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters. Just as he broke through, he heard a sharp angry whistle and a leering voice call out:
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL ABOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD”
“Oh no!” Phelix looked up with some alarm, and quickened his pace. His legs were too short and his baggage a bit too heavy for a proper run. He only managed a jerky waddle as he clutched his brief and suitcase.
The train began to heave, chug, and the stacks erupted with thick grey clouds of smoke. The whistle screamed again and the train began to move. Phelix tried to go faster, his face quickly broke out into a sweat as he tottered along as fast as he could.
The conductor at the end of the train noticed him, he yelled at Phelix, but Phelix could not hear what the man was saying. The conductor leaned out back door and reached out to the struggling professor. Phelix nearly stumbled as he latched onto the man’s arm, then with a heave and a grunt was pulled onto the train.
Phelix felt dizzy, he sat on the steps of the caboose, his glasses and buttons askew, and his belongings gone. He watched his suitcase tumble on the platform, left behind. Phelix pointed, gasping, but could do nothing.
The conductor drew his wand, flicking his wrist and muttering a spell. In an instant the suitcase disappeared from the platform and re-appeared beside Phelix (a bit beat up, but fully in-tact). The conductor raised his brow at the stout man, as if wondering: ’Why didn’t you just do that yourself? Aren’t you a teacher?’. Thankfully the conductor was too polite to criticize the wheezing old man.
“Thank you, brother.” Phelix managed to say after a few breaths. “Just… give me a moment here. Thank you…” He sat on the step wringing his hands and trying to catch his breath. The old teacher was certainly out-of-shape. He dabbed the sweat off his brow with a white handkerchief.
The conductor left him to attend to his other duties. When Phelix felt fully recovered he re-buttoned his shirt, straightened his spectacles, and hoisted himself up.
It was time to find a proper seat.
As he stepped into the corridor, he heard the excited chattering of children. He wanted a quiet spot, and still felt winded, he was reluctant to wade through the noisy throng.
Luckily, he noticed a car with only two students. One he recognized as the Gryffindor Head boy, the other seemed content and occupied on her laptop. A nice quiet compartment!
He slid open the door. “Mister Roberts, Miz. Bones.” He nodded to each respectively. “Mind if I steal a spot in here? I promise I won’t be a bother. As you were.” He took his time securing his suitcase, then took a seat on the opposite side of the children. He draped his jacket on the seat beside him, and pulled out his smartphone.
Adjusting his glasses he squinted at the glowing screen, using his small fingers to sort through files and folders. He planned to review his lesson plans.
“Hmm let’s see now… There’s Divination… Astro-things… and Muggle Studies…” He muttered quietly to himself as he opened each file.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL ABOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD”
“Oh no!” Phelix looked up with some alarm, and quickened his pace. His legs were too short and his baggage a bit too heavy for a proper run. He only managed a jerky waddle as he clutched his brief and suitcase.
The train began to heave, chug, and the stacks erupted with thick grey clouds of smoke. The whistle screamed again and the train began to move. Phelix tried to go faster, his face quickly broke out into a sweat as he tottered along as fast as he could.
The conductor at the end of the train noticed him, he yelled at Phelix, but Phelix could not hear what the man was saying. The conductor leaned out back door and reached out to the struggling professor. Phelix nearly stumbled as he latched onto the man’s arm, then with a heave and a grunt was pulled onto the train.
Phelix felt dizzy, he sat on the steps of the caboose, his glasses and buttons askew, and his belongings gone. He watched his suitcase tumble on the platform, left behind. Phelix pointed, gasping, but could do nothing.
The conductor drew his wand, flicking his wrist and muttering a spell. In an instant the suitcase disappeared from the platform and re-appeared beside Phelix (a bit beat up, but fully in-tact). The conductor raised his brow at the stout man, as if wondering: ’Why didn’t you just do that yourself? Aren’t you a teacher?’. Thankfully the conductor was too polite to criticize the wheezing old man.
“Thank you, brother.” Phelix managed to say after a few breaths. “Just… give me a moment here. Thank you…” He sat on the step wringing his hands and trying to catch his breath. The old teacher was certainly out-of-shape. He dabbed the sweat off his brow with a white handkerchief.
The conductor left him to attend to his other duties. When Phelix felt fully recovered he re-buttoned his shirt, straightened his spectacles, and hoisted himself up.
It was time to find a proper seat.
As he stepped into the corridor, he heard the excited chattering of children. He wanted a quiet spot, and still felt winded, he was reluctant to wade through the noisy throng.
Luckily, he noticed a car with only two students. One he recognized as the Gryffindor Head boy, the other seemed content and occupied on her laptop. A nice quiet compartment!
He slid open the door. “Mister Roberts, Miz. Bones.” He nodded to each respectively. “Mind if I steal a spot in here? I promise I won’t be a bother. As you were.” He took his time securing his suitcase, then took a seat on the opposite side of the children. He draped his jacket on the seat beside him, and pulled out his smartphone.
Adjusting his glasses he squinted at the glowing screen, using his small fingers to sort through files and folders. He planned to review his lesson plans.
“Hmm let’s see now… There’s Divination… Astro-things… and Muggle Studies…” He muttered quietly to himself as he opened each file.
Phelix nodded and walked briskly through the column and onto platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters. Just as he broke through, he heard a sharp angry whistle and a leering voice call out:
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL ABOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD”
“Oh no!” Phelix looked up with some alarm, and quickened his pace. His legs were too short and his baggage a bit too heavy for a proper run. He only managed a jerky waddle as he clutched his brief and suitcase.
The train began to heave, chug, and the stacks erupted with thick grey clouds of smoke. The whistle screamed again and the train began to move. Phelix tried to go faster, his face quickly broke out into a sweat as he tottered along as fast as he could.
The conductor at the end of the train noticed him, he yelled at Phelix, but Phelix could not hear what the man was saying. The conductor leaned out back door and reached out to the struggling professor. Phelix nearly stumbled as he latched onto the man’s arm, then with a heave and a grunt was pulled onto the train.
Phelix felt dizzy, he sat on the steps of the caboose, his glasses and buttons askew, and his belongings gone. He watched his suitcase tumble on the platform, left behind. Phelix pointed, gasping, but could do nothing.
The conductor drew his wand, flicking his wrist and muttering a spell. In an instant the suitcase disappeared from the platform and re-appeared beside Phelix (a bit beat up, but fully in-tact). The conductor raised his brow at the stout man, as if wondering: ’Why didn’t you just do that yourself? Aren’t you a teacher?’. Thankfully the conductor was too polite to criticize the wheezing old man.
“Thank you, brother.” Phelix managed to say after a few breaths. “Just… give me a moment here. Thank you…” He sat on the step wringing his hands and trying to catch his breath. The old teacher was certainly out-of-shape. He dabbed the sweat off his brow with a white handkerchief.
The conductor left him to attend to his other duties. When Phelix felt fully recovered he re-buttoned his shirt, straightened his spectacles, and hoisted himself up.
It was time to find a proper seat.
As he stepped into the corridor, he heard the excited chattering of children. He wanted a quiet spot, and still felt winded, he was reluctant to wade through the noisy throng.
Luckily, he noticed a car with only two students. One he recognized as the Gryffindor Head boy, the other seemed content and occupied on her laptop. A nice quiet compartment!
He slid open the door. “Mister Roberts, Miz. Bones.” He nodded to each respectively. “Mind if I steal a spot in here? I promise I won’t be a bother. As you were.” He took his time securing his suitcase, then took a seat on the opposite side of the children. He draped his jacket on the seat beside him, and pulled out his smartphone.
Adjusting his glasses he squinted at the glowing screen, using his small fingers to sort through files and folders. He planned to review his lesson plans.
“Hmm let’s see now… There’s Divination… Astro-things… and Muggle Studies…” He muttered quietly to himself as he opened each file.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL ABOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD”
“Oh no!” Phelix looked up with some alarm, and quickened his pace. His legs were too short and his baggage a bit too heavy for a proper run. He only managed a jerky waddle as he clutched his brief and suitcase.
The train began to heave, chug, and the stacks erupted with thick grey clouds of smoke. The whistle screamed again and the train began to move. Phelix tried to go faster, his face quickly broke out into a sweat as he tottered along as fast as he could.
The conductor at the end of the train noticed him, he yelled at Phelix, but Phelix could not hear what the man was saying. The conductor leaned out back door and reached out to the struggling professor. Phelix nearly stumbled as he latched onto the man’s arm, then with a heave and a grunt was pulled onto the train.
Phelix felt dizzy, he sat on the steps of the caboose, his glasses and buttons askew, and his belongings gone. He watched his suitcase tumble on the platform, left behind. Phelix pointed, gasping, but could do nothing.
The conductor drew his wand, flicking his wrist and muttering a spell. In an instant the suitcase disappeared from the platform and re-appeared beside Phelix (a bit beat up, but fully in-tact). The conductor raised his brow at the stout man, as if wondering: ’Why didn’t you just do that yourself? Aren’t you a teacher?’. Thankfully the conductor was too polite to criticize the wheezing old man.
“Thank you, brother.” Phelix managed to say after a few breaths. “Just… give me a moment here. Thank you…” He sat on the step wringing his hands and trying to catch his breath. The old teacher was certainly out-of-shape. He dabbed the sweat off his brow with a white handkerchief.
The conductor left him to attend to his other duties. When Phelix felt fully recovered he re-buttoned his shirt, straightened his spectacles, and hoisted himself up.
It was time to find a proper seat.
As he stepped into the corridor, he heard the excited chattering of children. He wanted a quiet spot, and still felt winded, he was reluctant to wade through the noisy throng.
Luckily, he noticed a car with only two students. One he recognized as the Gryffindor Head boy, the other seemed content and occupied on her laptop. A nice quiet compartment!
He slid open the door. “Mister Roberts, Miz. Bones.” He nodded to each respectively. “Mind if I steal a spot in here? I promise I won’t be a bother. As you were.” He took his time securing his suitcase, then took a seat on the opposite side of the children. He draped his jacket on the seat beside him, and pulled out his smartphone.
Adjusting his glasses he squinted at the glowing screen, using his small fingers to sort through files and folders. He planned to review his lesson plans.
“Hmm let’s see now… There’s Divination… Astro-things… and Muggle Studies…” He muttered quietly to himself as he opened each file.
Let's see what happens, I have not even finished the first article!!!! XD I'm glad it's a possibly!
I didn't plan for her to meet anyone directly, but I guess it could happen.
We will have to argue in game what is justified and what is not.
Yes, many things to discuss ^_^
Yes, many things to discuss ^_^
Oh wow. She's already got everyone in a tizzy! :) I can't wait to see what happens IG with this!
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