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@Feisty-Pants – Accepted! I'm not sure what the best way to have her introduced at present is; she can either be late or you can ret-con her into the room and have her already attending the meeting.

Also – she seems more like a Duellist than a Potion Master specialist. Mind if I put her down as such? (Or just 'Resident Werewolf' haha).


Fashionably late is always good.

Duellist is fine, but I think 'Resident Werewolf' would be great, out of good humor no less.

@McHaggis

Weaknesses added!

Outside of that nonsense, where do you need me to be?
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We don't all have a record of writing a top-quality post in 14 minutes to shoot for. Especially when said post is still in the planning stages because of the amount of content it entails Dx


As if you speak my posts to be true quality. <_<;

Oh my....then I'll settle my bones and be patient then. XD
Hi folks, I got persuaded by multiple people to come fill one of the open slots here, so here's the CS.

For those that use the Chatzy, I go by Dan on there.



Yessssssss!!
@Feisty-Pants All I did was push you gently in the general direction of the rp.


I know, I'm just teasing. :P


There, done mostly I think. Kirah made me make a CS. .___.
@Feisty-Pants

I think... that's just a little too much for strength, skills, and role.


Cutting down then!


WIP! Testing picture and formatting.~
Elizabeth Hawkins - Tea for Two

Sunday, September 7th, 1974

Another teasing jab at her expense caused the coy smirk about Elizabeth's lips to rise to a state of permanence, even as she as well as the other quieted some to partake in their meals. Noting how he was being so proper almost prompted her towards a humorous quip, as she could all too easily remember how swiftly he had devoured food as a child. Almost akin to a rabid and starved wolf; but now with his stiff mannerisms, she could not help the brief softness of her gaze in his direction.

It was bittersweet though, reminding her of how much she missed her home.

Yet he spoke forwardly to her roommate, and there it was again at even the thought. A twinge or twist in her heart. Envy. Shaking it away and not letting it rise up in the least upon her complexion or poise, she lofted a brow as he excused himself towards their inevitable meeting.

Barely a few moments later, the Alchemist similarly finished her meal and slowly slid out from where she sat. Glancing apologetically to Maribeth in turn, as she had promised something to her almost exactly the same that Michael had apparently promised Kiddo.

"So sorry, Maribeth." She began quietly, glancing as she watched Michael disappear from the doorframe. "It seems I too have an appointment with nostalgia. Would you mind a rain check for tomorrow? It won't be a bodge of a job either, you can flutter on that. See you back in quarters tonight!"

Standing up herself and dusting off the pleats of her skirt before plucking up her tray, Elizabeth turned smoothly and placed in the depository for used food trays before gracefully making her own way towards the exit. Confidently making her way towards the theater and sauntering ever casually as to disguise the excitement in her step, it didn't take her too terribly long to arrive after Michael. Just in time to watch him dance a touch and notice her before sitting upon the edge of the polished wood itself.

His sigh was dramatic and a farce and she knew it by the brilliant smile upon his face. The loyal Hound was just as excited to see the Fox as she was to see him.

"Oh come now Michael, you know that I make mischief from time to time; but not of the sort that Merlin would send you here for." She replied to him in a hushed tone, just in case there were prying ears as she walked closer, settling her palms upon the stage as she stood beside where he sat. "Though, if she sent you here...I can only imagine what is lurking beneath the pristine act that they're putting forth."

"I've been here for three years now though," the Alchemist added. "Nicolas wanted me sent here for higher education, plus to translate a few texts that this school procured of his writing. I have three of the five, still need to find the remaining two."

With a little touch of force she lifted herself upward upon the stage, casually striding to the back where she dug into one of her several hiding spots throughout the school to extract a porcelain kettle, and two teacups. Then finding the sink in the back, she filled it with cold water and placed a teabag into each cup before returning to sit just a few feet away from Michael.

"I've gotten quite good, you know." She began, holding the kettle in both hands as she glanced upward to the boy. It happened with a flicker of her will and little more as with a thin tracing of electrifying looking sapphire light across the bottom of the kettle, the water went from bitterly cold to boiling in the matter of a split second. "Thanks to Nicolas' help, naturally."

Pouring the hot water into both cups and taking her own teabag of Earl Grey and dipping it while she watched it cloud up the heated liquid, she glanced up to Michael. Biting her lip for a second, she found the humility to at least confess to one thing.

"I don't just miss the isles, though." The Alchemist admitted, plucking up the porcelain saucer lined with gold and the teacup upon it. Ringing her index finger into the cup, she spoke into it almost embarrassed in a way. "I missed you."

For a mere moment she looked weakly over to him. "It's been rather lonely."

With the tea, the tone quickly changed from the sorrowful sort she had turned it into at first. Hours passed and jokes were made and taunts expressed upon both ends at the expenses of two sides. Yet curfew was drawing near, and so was Michael's exhaustion; surely as a result of a day's travel plus a tea known for helping settle one's soul a good amount. So she helped him back to a stand after a once again stowing away the kettle and cups after they had been rinsed and cleaned of their mess.

Though at least now the theater smelled quite delicious for whomever might frequent it next.

Casting his weary and tired arm over her shoulders, she carefully helped the boy along in the practically empty hallways as Curfew was literally only moments away. A foolish mistake on her part, having never been one to always keep track of time. Certainly she might have been breaking the rules by helping him into his own dormitory, but there wasn't much else that could be done. If anything, she wasn't going to abandon him in the hallway to be caught by the faculty on the first day.

Opening the door to his room and locking it behind her, Elizabeth helped Michael into his bed and drew the blankets about him to keep him warm. There however, she realized that if she departed into the halls now, there was a greater risk of being caught by the teachers as they were likely patrolling for last-minute attempts to make it back to the dorms just after curfew.

It seemed that she was stuck for now.

Well, I suppose it can be like old times...sort of.

With feline grace, she silently walked over to the opposite side of his bed in order not to disturb the rest of his roommate. Unbuttoning her overcoat and removing the shortened tie that was part of the school uniform, she sat upon the edge of the bed and unwound the long braid that her hair had been imprisoned into.

Off came the overcoat, and onto the bedpost it was lazily hung. Untucked the white blouse beneath it became, and sidling into the bed with the Knight then, the Alchemist cautiously brought her form close with his as to not disturb him.

Finding the comfort in his warmth, she snuggled tightly closer, intertwining one of her legs with his as one hand came to rest upon his chest; her temple finding the warmth of his shoulder, luxury in the slow rise and fall of his slumbering breath. Causing the upper half of his right side to be drowned in fiery red hair.

You bumbling fool...might as well. She told herself, You've been waiting years for a chance.

As a small token, Elizabeth did something bold and daring. Thankfully something that Michael would not be able to remember, as she rose up lightly and lightly pecked his cheek with her lips. It was as sweet as honey, but for the time being she simply tugged the blankets up to her shoulder and up to his collarbone before falling into a deep slumber.

If only she had remembered that she wore lipstick that day.




Michael's Room - 5:15 AM

In the earliest hours of the morning, she stirred. With such movement, he stirred and eye to eye with the Alchemist he drearily opened them to the earliest morning lights through the window. Fire glinted then, and such fire was soon discerned to be the crimson hair of his childhood friend.

In his bed snuggled up next to him.

Whose eyes of course opened at the same time his did. Quickly gaining a far more alert status however, as she brought up a finger to her lips with a charming, but ever devious smile.

"Shhhhhhh."
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Elizabeth Hawkins - Arthur and Morgan Le Fay an Alchemist

Well well, doesn't he have quite the rigid upper lip?

Once his eyebrows raised and he looked across the table at her so tensely, Elizabeth actually paused for a brief moment. Even over half a decade later, she knew all too well the tell of a warning glance. Certainly he was here for another reason other than just education then, perchance something was amiss? Had the old codger of a wizard sensed something and sent the descendant of the one true King to sniff out the troubles?

Plucking up another piece of the standard mediocre fanfare that was school cafeteria food, she took a bite and slowly chewed upon it. Though certainly it wasn't the best for her palate, it bought her a second to consider what had just transpired.

He had been deadly serious, a warning glance. So sharp was it that it even sent a chilling sense of unease down the length of her spine. Though on the exterior, she didn't show a hint of this concern. As always, she lightly bore a coy smirk upon her lips and little else. There was no room to lose her façade here, that would be for later when she stole Michael away for private conversation.

Yet when he called her a Harpy, her cheeks puffed out slightly in indignation. Perhaps after all that nonsense and trouble she had inflicted upon him during their childhood earned her such, however that was still a bit rude!

Not only that, but further rudeness continued with him urging that she stopped talking like her normal self!

Now that's a little insulting, little King. Don't you think?

"Well, when the bloody Yanks cease with their amorphous codswallop of an abomination to the English language, then I'll stop talking like the proper Brit I am! Not this cobbler of a tongue that the Yanks use." She stated defiantly at first, continuing on with her British musings with her dry sense of humor alongside it.

"That and when the Yanks apologize for the travesty that was...the...what did they call it? Ah yes! The Boston Tea Party! More like the Boston Off Your Trolley Party! Those who waste good tea should be held at Her Majesty's Pleasure, even to this day." Though her humor seemed off in a sense to most, it certainly would be understood by the boy who sat across from her.

Yet the one that drew the most worrisome concern was the fidgety boy that Michael seemed to have befriended. His introduction, his complaint about severe migraines, it all seemed a little off.

Strange little bugger, isn't he?

More concerning than that even was the bizarre chuckle that rumbled forth, even in the state of obviously painfully bleeding palms. Glancing at them first, and then at what seemed to be a blatantly disheveled state; Elizabeth considered for at least a moment or two if this boy was actually mad. Deducing in fact that he quite probably was. The way he chuckled, even though none of them had told a joke.

It was an insidious giggle, and it granted more insight than what he'd probably like. Caution would be taken around this one, as she gained a more reserved state quickly.

"Pleasure to meet you, Kiddo." She added elegantly, soothingly no doubt. "My name is Elizabeth Hawkins." Though she wouldn't extend a hand in greeting, as his palms were still obviously bleeding. That, and she was being guarded about herself. Something that would mark as peculiar, especially for the Alchemist.

Even in their childhood, she had been quite amicable and cheerful to almost anyone she met. Now would have been an incredibly stark contrast. Digging around in her purse however, she acquired a few pieces of gauze and band-aid for him to dress the punctures on his hand. Carefully, she slid it across the table towards the obviously unbalanced boy.

"Well, please see to it you dress those wounds. I'd rather not see you get blood all over your food. But in other matters," She turned to her childhood friend with eyebrows raised in similarly cautionary fashion. Even then however, she still wore a charmingly amused smile. "Would you fancy to catch some tea with me after lunch, Michael? I'd love to catch up with you again; don't worry though, it'll be out by the theater so none of the girls in the dormitories chat you up any."
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