Minerva Fairchild - The Lion's Fang
Through the whole debacle of the Master announcing the guild's intention and the discontent or contentment of members when it came to the notion of attacking the council, Minerva simply frowned. It was a rather dramatic and overly open-handed maneuver when it came down to the line of thought if this ordeal was even worth it. Risking not only the lives of those who stepped forward, this sort of offensive would inherently also risk even the families of those involved! Was it really worth it to try and save someone who was likely not even with the realm of the living any longer?
Could it be that the guildmaster had some sort of recklessly blind ambition she wasn't announcing?
Suspicion rose, and her eyes subtly narrowed.
Glancing sideways to Damian, the A-Ranked magi would finally speak. "I concur with your idea. Subtlety is key with limited or no use of magic at all. We stand as a guild united, however it is simply just that. We are fleas compared to the numerical might and advantage of the Council. Attacking openly would mean a declaration of war, a declaration of our guild to be a darkened one, and putting what family we do have also at risk. Do not be so childish as to think that risking the lives of so many just for one is simply 'playing it safe'. It is a legitimate concern to think that one might be branded a Dark Mage and then promptly executed trying to rescue someone."
Shrugging this notion nonchalantly aside, her precise gaze looked back up to Jaime then. "All of that aside, my Magic is more subtle than most. If you'd like for me to infiltrate the council, the Fairchild family name will not only get me inside, but allow me to be unescorted. I volunteer for such a task."
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Remy Antoinette Charlevoix - The Mistress of Time
Drumming nervously against the polished redwood banister with her fingertips as she finished the last words of her prayer, the Magus let an uneasy breadth escape her as her head remained bowed. She had seen what had happened in the Hunter's memories, and even now she hesitated to believe that this Sangre was the one and the same. After all, she had run into copies of people she had known before on more than one occasion; could this time be any different?
Turning from the altar and striding slowly over the splay of stained glass' light across the floor, she slowly began to lose hope. He was here, she knew he was; yet to find him was a task seemingly so extraordinarily difficult that she was completely overwhelmed! Leaning against the door and pressing against it in order to open it, the barrier gave way to a rush of bitterly cold wind, so frigid was it that even the parishioners within the church shivered to the freezing winds.
But this cold was familiar, echoing of a bygone age.
Once fully outside, her gaze found the bustling streets to be at a complete standstill as the all looked upward to the heavens. Even the thief being pursued by the police and the officers themselves stood statuesque in complete awe. Perplexed at first, the Magi took a few uneasy steps into the street before looking upward to see a view that she could not believe!
Above them all hovered the Northern Star of On'Man.
A brilliant crimson star that dominated the nighttime sky from her home before last, the one which once aligned so many years ago announced the time of her sacrifice. Clasping her hands over her lips to disguise her cry of surprise, Remy slowly fell back to lean against a wall and continued to keep herself muffled as the world resumed its apathetic pace.
In this moment, she noticed that the cobblestone and soot lined street held a faint luminous glow to it. A mere faint trace of magic that fluctuated and churned until it took the shape of footsteps. Studying them further, they seemed to travel off into the distance and towards the great gate that protected the city from the outside world. With little more than her intuition, the girl bit her lip and stepped out onto the street to smoothly weave in and out of the bustling crowds to follow the path she had been given.
In spite of it all, she could not help but softly smile. The goddess herself had once given her a path to walk many years ago when she had been lost. So similar was it to these faintly glowing footsteps that she was sure that her hopes had been true! Sangre was here, and very much alive. Undoubtedly she would cross paths with the Divine once again, it was only simply a matter of time.
Striding up to the barred Gate, the Magi was greeted by a heavily armed guard, with his blackened uniform, faceless mask and long rifle, he bore an intimidating tone as he harshly spoke to her.
"Noone leaves the city during the evening hours." He rigidly stated, bringing the faintest of a scowl to crease her lips. "The outer lands run rife with bandits and monsters alike. It is too dangerous for anyone, let alone a woman who likes to play dress up with Elven Ears."
Her eyes narrowed then, as it were obvious that this man did not comprehend just who he was standing in front of. Perhaps that in itself may have been a boon, but it still drew to the fact that she needed to leave desperately.
"I will be fine. Open the door, please." She quietly requested, with a faint tremble in her voice. "Someone I hold dear has gone missing into the wilds, I will find him whether you like it or not."
Adamantly at first, the guard still stubbornly barricaded her until the environment in his immediate surroundings took upon a sharpened change. With the slightest shiver, he realized that the temperature in his immediate vicinity had dropped to well below freezing as frost crept quickly up upon the gate he protected. Looking about him as the world grew colder, he came to realize the source.
Before him, the dress up girl's gaze had become a luminous blue.
Just as he could raise his rifle, the man became entirely encompassed in ice.
Standing there as little more than a glistening statue, Remy simply offered the man a chastising smile and a few minor parting words: "Thank you for your kindness and cooperation good sir! I will be off!"
Opening the side door and stepping out into the wilderness, Remy's eyes remained affixed upon the trail she had been following. If her hopes were true, it would not be long before she ran into him again.
But she was not the only one in the vicinity.
Both she and the former Warden of Air were being watched.
Drumming nervously against the polished redwood banister with her fingertips as she finished the last words of her prayer, the Magus let an uneasy breadth escape her as her head remained bowed. She had seen what had happened in the Hunter's memories, and even now she hesitated to believe that this Sangre was the one and the same. After all, she had run into copies of people she had known before on more than one occasion; could this time be any different?
Turning from the altar and striding slowly over the splay of stained glass' light across the floor, she slowly began to lose hope. He was here, she knew he was; yet to find him was a task seemingly so extraordinarily difficult that she was completely overwhelmed! Leaning against the door and pressing against it in order to open it, the barrier gave way to a rush of bitterly cold wind, so frigid was it that even the parishioners within the church shivered to the freezing winds.
But this cold was familiar, echoing of a bygone age.
Once fully outside, her gaze found the bustling streets to be at a complete standstill as the all looked upward to the heavens. Even the thief being pursued by the police and the officers themselves stood statuesque in complete awe. Perplexed at first, the Magi took a few uneasy steps into the street before looking upward to see a view that she could not believe!
Above them all hovered the Northern Star of On'Man.
A brilliant crimson star that dominated the nighttime sky from her home before last, the one which once aligned so many years ago announced the time of her sacrifice. Clasping her hands over her lips to disguise her cry of surprise, Remy slowly fell back to lean against a wall and continued to keep herself muffled as the world resumed its apathetic pace.
In this moment, she noticed that the cobblestone and soot lined street held a faint luminous glow to it. A mere faint trace of magic that fluctuated and churned until it took the shape of footsteps. Studying them further, they seemed to travel off into the distance and towards the great gate that protected the city from the outside world. With little more than her intuition, the girl bit her lip and stepped out onto the street to smoothly weave in and out of the bustling crowds to follow the path she had been given.
In spite of it all, she could not help but softly smile. The goddess herself had once given her a path to walk many years ago when she had been lost. So similar was it to these faintly glowing footsteps that she was sure that her hopes had been true! Sangre was here, and very much alive. Undoubtedly she would cross paths with the Divine once again, it was only simply a matter of time.
Striding up to the barred Gate, the Magi was greeted by a heavily armed guard, with his blackened uniform, faceless mask and long rifle, he bore an intimidating tone as he harshly spoke to her.
"Noone leaves the city during the evening hours." He rigidly stated, bringing the faintest of a scowl to crease her lips. "The outer lands run rife with bandits and monsters alike. It is too dangerous for anyone, let alone a woman who likes to play dress up with Elven Ears."
Her eyes narrowed then, as it were obvious that this man did not comprehend just who he was standing in front of. Perhaps that in itself may have been a boon, but it still drew to the fact that she needed to leave desperately.
"I will be fine. Open the door, please." She quietly requested, with a faint tremble in her voice. "Someone I hold dear has gone missing into the wilds, I will find him whether you like it or not."
Adamantly at first, the guard still stubbornly barricaded her until the environment in his immediate surroundings took upon a sharpened change. With the slightest shiver, he realized that the temperature in his immediate vicinity had dropped to well below freezing as frost crept quickly up upon the gate he protected. Looking about him as the world grew colder, he came to realize the source.
Before him, the dress up girl's gaze had become a luminous blue.
Just as he could raise his rifle, the man became entirely encompassed in ice.
Standing there as little more than a glistening statue, Remy simply offered the man a chastising smile and a few minor parting words: "Thank you for your kindness and cooperation good sir! I will be off!"
Opening the side door and stepping out into the wilderness, Remy's eyes remained affixed upon the trail she had been following. If her hopes were true, it would not be long before she ran into him again.
But she was not the only one in the vicinity.
Both she and the former Warden of Air were being watched.
No kidding at the such factor. :(
XD
Don't worry, you'll get a reaction shortlyish.
Don't worry, you'll get a reaction shortlyish.
VerifyinTr1gIDs said
Detention for David for using an extension charm in a compartment, but nothing for Gary for punching a muggle? I want Amelia as my teacher :DThe oddities of using the verb, "read" without a subject. Is it a command to Feisty-Pants? Is it past-tense for you? Is it a command to everyone? The world may never know~
She hasn't decided on a punishment for Gary yet.
However, she is a fan of one being able to defend themselves.
Thankfully for him, Apollo.
Amelia knows all too well that the Ministry had no weight over Hogwarts, and even more specifically the houses within it. That is something she'll highlight upon immediately.
So no ten points lost. She has the final say since it is her House.
However, detention for being reckless....is more than possible. Quite likely even. Actually, after your classes are done for the first day. We'll see what happens.
Amelia knows all too well that the Ministry had no weight over Hogwarts, and even more specifically the houses within it. That is something she'll highlight upon immediately.
So no ten points lost. She has the final say since it is her House.
However, detention for being reckless....is more than possible. Quite likely even. Actually, after your classes are done for the first day. We'll see what happens.
-Pokes Unknowable.- ._.
Headphones said
That moment when you wake up and realize you forgot to turn off the laptop... Priceless.For information's sake, I'm 163 cm tall, which would be... I suppose 5'3 in your strange American measurement system. It's quite bothersome when the entire world uses centimeter, liter and kilogram and you Americans use foot, gallon and pound AND it just so happens that you have a big portion of the world under your foot. -_-"
WOO! ANOTHER SHORT PERSON JUST LIKE ME!! :D
I wish I was closer to the coast!!
Saltwater Thief said
Good thing your neck of the woods is a little more temperate/varying then.
._.
The Mojave Desert isn't temperate. It's a little slice of hell. D:
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