@MikkishtheLeprechaun
Nah. @Mariana Collie Said they'd post tonight and I wanted to give them a chance before I did anything.
Nah. @Mariana Collie Said they'd post tonight and I wanted to give them a chance before I did anything.
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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."
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@Camey
"They don't normally say anything." West replied skeptically. Had that girl seriously never made a wish before? Wishing well, shooting star, magic fountain, they never replied. You just either got what you'd wished for or you didn't. It was the most basic of magic everyone was taught as children. She was about to explain the very basic mechanics of making a wish when she saw someone breaking away from the pack. One of the nice ones. What was her name? She'd said it in the helicopter. Inbari? Inbana? She'd been so sick she hadn't heard right. She was wandering out the gate, no one to keep her company but her big loyal dog. West frowned. "Nah, I'm going to take a walk. Enjoy the night air without any pests to bother me." she said, standing up and heading after them. "Tell me if my wish came true." She called behind her as she left.
@Mariana Collie
There was an assumption that regular people had to make in order to get through life. That assumption was that everything was going to turn out just fine. Unless you had evidence to the contrary things were going to be okay. West understood that that was bunk. You were in danger constantly, literally everything a human being did could turn lethal. It didn't matter how. A single careless moment, a forgotten mistake coming home to roost, just random chance. West lived her life under the assumption that the worst possible thing that could happen was about to happen.
There were a million things that could happen to a lobe girl in a strange city at night when you weren't taking magic into account. She had the dog, sure, but if anything that made it worse here. A girl and her dog wandering out into the mysterious world was the start of a fairy tale. Those could end well for the intrepid girl, but they could also end very badly depending on what version you read.
West caught up fairly quickly, catching sight of...something that began with N B? Nbarra? That was it! The poor girl looked like she was in a dismal state. This gave West pause. She wasn't really all that good at dealing with things like that. She considered just staying at a distance, silently following her to make sure nothing happened, but that could give people the wrong impression. It had before. Multiple times. Misunderstandings like that could ruin someones reputation.
"Hey." West called out. She walked quickly to catch up, sliding in beside her, and getting a good look at her tear stained face. "Uh..." she went, mentally freezing up. She had never really figured out how to put 'I was afraid you might get murdered' into words without coming off like a freak. Stalling, she reached into her front jacket pocket offered her a handkerchief. "Here," she said, falteringly, but then pressed through it. "You shouldn't be out here on your own. There could be...," Murderers? Slavers? Thieves? Goblins? "...stuff. Bad stuff. Would you mind if I walked with you?"
"They don't normally say anything." West replied skeptically. Had that girl seriously never made a wish before? Wishing well, shooting star, magic fountain, they never replied. You just either got what you'd wished for or you didn't. It was the most basic of magic everyone was taught as children. She was about to explain the very basic mechanics of making a wish when she saw someone breaking away from the pack. One of the nice ones. What was her name? She'd said it in the helicopter. Inbari? Inbana? She'd been so sick she hadn't heard right. She was wandering out the gate, no one to keep her company but her big loyal dog. West frowned. "Nah, I'm going to take a walk. Enjoy the night air without any pests to bother me." she said, standing up and heading after them. "Tell me if my wish came true." She called behind her as she left.
@Mariana Collie
There was an assumption that regular people had to make in order to get through life. That assumption was that everything was going to turn out just fine. Unless you had evidence to the contrary things were going to be okay. West understood that that was bunk. You were in danger constantly, literally everything a human being did could turn lethal. It didn't matter how. A single careless moment, a forgotten mistake coming home to roost, just random chance. West lived her life under the assumption that the worst possible thing that could happen was about to happen.
There were a million things that could happen to a lobe girl in a strange city at night when you weren't taking magic into account. She had the dog, sure, but if anything that made it worse here. A girl and her dog wandering out into the mysterious world was the start of a fairy tale. Those could end well for the intrepid girl, but they could also end very badly depending on what version you read.
West caught up fairly quickly, catching sight of...something that began with N B? Nbarra? That was it! The poor girl looked like she was in a dismal state. This gave West pause. She wasn't really all that good at dealing with things like that. She considered just staying at a distance, silently following her to make sure nothing happened, but that could give people the wrong impression. It had before. Multiple times. Misunderstandings like that could ruin someones reputation.
"Hey." West called out. She walked quickly to catch up, sliding in beside her, and getting a good look at her tear stained face. "Uh..." she went, mentally freezing up. She had never really figured out how to put 'I was afraid you might get murdered' into words without coming off like a freak. Stalling, she reached into her front jacket pocket offered her a handkerchief. "Here," she said, falteringly, but then pressed through it. "You shouldn't be out here on your own. There could be...," Murderers? Slavers? Thieves? Goblins? "...stuff. Bad stuff. Would you mind if I walked with you?"
@Juicy
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That is true, and normally, I'd be all for that, but it feels kind of wrong doing it against the flood since Legion specifically created it as his character. Although, maybe, so long as we don't attack the actual leader it wouldn't be a problem?
I had the apprehension.
@Grnmachine
The door had only just begun opening when the assault began. Almost as though they had been waiting for this small, fleshy polyps skittering around on tendrils pressed themselves into the crack, their bodies deforming as they squeezed their way into the ship. Behind this vanguard a flood of others waited their turn, ready to push inside as soon as the door opened enough to fit them.
Time slowed down for him as he stepped back even as the first of the little abominations leaped at him. Not out of fear or worry about what these creatures could do for him, but because he needed the space. His eyes rapidly flicked around the all to cramped confines of the spacecraft, searching for paths he could use, tracing lines in the air where he could swing his sword while avoiding cutting Mami Tomeo or the ship they'd flown in on to ribbons that also bisected the monster. It was difficult. This ship was meant to ferry passengers for short distances. It was built for people to get on and get off. Built for efficiency instead of comfort. The sheer length of his blade meant there were only a few paths it could take in his enclosed space without damaging the ship. He mentally readjusted, looking only for the things the ship needed to fly. That opened things up considerably. He could destroy everything else provided he didn't bisect the hull. He traced lines through each of the attacking monsters that hand made it into the ship and swung.
Sasaki counter attack was like a hurricane, his blade falling like pouring rain too fast for a normal person to even comprehend, but each one was a deliberate and precise strike. The monsters leaped in and were bisected, leaped in and were bisected, leaping, leaping, leaping toward only doom. The only time any of them were given the courtesy of a second blow was when its corpse shared the path his blade must take with one of its still living comrades. Around them the seats and handhold were were torn to ribbons, useless chunks of metal and plastic being splattered in mid-air with the sickly excuse for what the abominations had for blood. Mami felt that merciless blade streak past her on its flowing arcs through the air, sometimes only millimeters away, but never felt its bite.
The poor pilot slammed the door to the cockpit and cried.
The door had only just begun opening when the assault began. Almost as though they had been waiting for this small, fleshy polyps skittering around on tendrils pressed themselves into the crack, their bodies deforming as they squeezed their way into the ship. Behind this vanguard a flood of others waited their turn, ready to push inside as soon as the door opened enough to fit them.
Time slowed down for him as he stepped back even as the first of the little abominations leaped at him. Not out of fear or worry about what these creatures could do for him, but because he needed the space. His eyes rapidly flicked around the all to cramped confines of the spacecraft, searching for paths he could use, tracing lines in the air where he could swing his sword while avoiding cutting Mami Tomeo or the ship they'd flown in on to ribbons that also bisected the monster. It was difficult. This ship was meant to ferry passengers for short distances. It was built for people to get on and get off. Built for efficiency instead of comfort. The sheer length of his blade meant there were only a few paths it could take in his enclosed space without damaging the ship. He mentally readjusted, looking only for the things the ship needed to fly. That opened things up considerably. He could destroy everything else provided he didn't bisect the hull. He traced lines through each of the attacking monsters that hand made it into the ship and swung.
Sasaki counter attack was like a hurricane, his blade falling like pouring rain too fast for a normal person to even comprehend, but each one was a deliberate and precise strike. The monsters leaped in and were bisected, leaped in and were bisected, leaping, leaping, leaping toward only doom. The only time any of them were given the courtesy of a second blow was when its corpse shared the path his blade must take with one of its still living comrades. Around them the seats and handhold were were torn to ribbons, useless chunks of metal and plastic being splattered in mid-air with the sickly excuse for what the abominations had for blood. Mami felt that merciless blade streak past her on its flowing arcs through the air, sometimes only millimeters away, but never felt its bite.
The poor pilot slammed the door to the cockpit and cried.
West stumbled out of the helicopter after everyone else, that last sicking decent forcing her entire stomach so far up her throat she could feel it tickling her uvula. She leaned against the soothing wind chilled exterior of the helicopter and took deep breaths as she listened to the others talk. A pox on flying and death to all helicopters. "On our way to Hogwarts," she heard them say. If it was than they would never get her on a broom, that was for damn sure. She'd travel by floo powder, thank you very much.
Finally feeling the sickness beginning to subside she walked out to the edge of the building and looked down to take in the sights. It was...disappointing, to be honest. An impressive looking town, sure, but far from the romantic towers and fantastic super-architecture of her dreams. She had expected floating castles, great shining statues the size of buildings, beautiful fountains of wine. Hell, she'd settle for a moving billboard. This, though, just looked like any ordinary town. When Richard had said anything could be explained by science on the way here she had inwardly scoffed, but now she wasn't so sure.
As they walked the streets another worry of note hit her. There were really no pests here. When they'd stepped out the door she'd reached into her coat pocket and gripped her derringer out of habit, but when the two boys in front had prepared their weapons like you were supposed to when exiting a building the people around them (and they were just normal people they didn't even look the part where were their hats?) had stared like they were the odds ones. They were learning magic so they could kill pests, right? What would they practice on? Would they bring them here, or would they take trips to the mainland to do it? Even if they didn't practice on live pests they'd have time off, right? Time when they could go to the mainland and clean up? Was that possible? She thought about bringing it up to Richard, but then looked around at everyone else. It was embarrassing enough trying to talk about her needs to one person, let alone a whole group. No, no, best to wait and see, and if she felt the troubles coming on then-
She stopped, her thoughts shunted rudely out of her head out of her head by the sight of a young guy zipping across the road like greased lightning. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. Had anyone else seen that? That one guy, the one that had called her big, looked like he had. Had it really just been her and him that had witnessed a miracle? It must have been a miracle, because there was no science in the world that could do that to the human body so casually, so without harm. That was magic. Real magic. Maybe not flashy, maybe not stylish, but in a way how casually he'd used it had made it more extraordinary. Like it was nothing. The ability to subvert reality used on a whim. To get pizza! She felt a grin spread far across her face and let out a short, low chuckle. Any doubt that had crept into her mind had vanished with the sight.
When they got to the school itself she only got more exited. Maybe it wasn't a hundred feet tall, made of white marble, and inlaid with precious gems, but there was the stature she wanted. It even came with a fountain. Richard explained how all the women would be living in one room and she wasn't sure how the others would feel about her tendency to bring her work home with her, but there were no pests on the island anyway so that would be a problem. At least, it shouldn't be. Another bridge she'd have to cross when she came to it. The news that they wouldn't be getting their keys until tomorrow was also some cause for concern, but not as much. She casually walked over the the fountain as Richard left and sat down on the edge to wait it out. She overheard Maddox's whisper to Mikkish nearby, and shrugged. "Maybe it's a test. 'Wait at the masters door for three days to prove your dedication,' that sort of thing. Or they're hazing the muggles." She leaned backwards, cracking her back to work out the last few kinks from the ride over in anticipation of a long wait, and caught sight of the multiple faces of the stature behind her. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she dug around in her pocket till she found a quarter. "or maybe...?"
She flipped the coin through the air behind her. It spun through the air, landing with a pleasant "plunk" as it sank into the water. She closed her eyes and clapped her hands in front of her, as if in prayer, and solemnly intoned, "I wish we could get into our rooms tonight."
Finally feeling the sickness beginning to subside she walked out to the edge of the building and looked down to take in the sights. It was...disappointing, to be honest. An impressive looking town, sure, but far from the romantic towers and fantastic super-architecture of her dreams. She had expected floating castles, great shining statues the size of buildings, beautiful fountains of wine. Hell, she'd settle for a moving billboard. This, though, just looked like any ordinary town. When Richard had said anything could be explained by science on the way here she had inwardly scoffed, but now she wasn't so sure.
As they walked the streets another worry of note hit her. There were really no pests here. When they'd stepped out the door she'd reached into her coat pocket and gripped her derringer out of habit, but when the two boys in front had prepared their weapons like you were supposed to when exiting a building the people around them (and they were just normal people they didn't even look the part where were their hats?) had stared like they were the odds ones. They were learning magic so they could kill pests, right? What would they practice on? Would they bring them here, or would they take trips to the mainland to do it? Even if they didn't practice on live pests they'd have time off, right? Time when they could go to the mainland and clean up? Was that possible? She thought about bringing it up to Richard, but then looked around at everyone else. It was embarrassing enough trying to talk about her needs to one person, let alone a whole group. No, no, best to wait and see, and if she felt the troubles coming on then-
She stopped, her thoughts shunted rudely out of her head out of her head by the sight of a young guy zipping across the road like greased lightning. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. Had anyone else seen that? That one guy, the one that had called her big, looked like he had. Had it really just been her and him that had witnessed a miracle? It must have been a miracle, because there was no science in the world that could do that to the human body so casually, so without harm. That was magic. Real magic. Maybe not flashy, maybe not stylish, but in a way how casually he'd used it had made it more extraordinary. Like it was nothing. The ability to subvert reality used on a whim. To get pizza! She felt a grin spread far across her face and let out a short, low chuckle. Any doubt that had crept into her mind had vanished with the sight.
When they got to the school itself she only got more exited. Maybe it wasn't a hundred feet tall, made of white marble, and inlaid with precious gems, but there was the stature she wanted. It even came with a fountain. Richard explained how all the women would be living in one room and she wasn't sure how the others would feel about her tendency to bring her work home with her, but there were no pests on the island anyway so that would be a problem. At least, it shouldn't be. Another bridge she'd have to cross when she came to it. The news that they wouldn't be getting their keys until tomorrow was also some cause for concern, but not as much. She casually walked over the the fountain as Richard left and sat down on the edge to wait it out. She overheard Maddox's whisper to Mikkish nearby, and shrugged. "Maybe it's a test. 'Wait at the masters door for three days to prove your dedication,' that sort of thing. Or they're hazing the muggles." She leaned backwards, cracking her back to work out the last few kinks from the ride over in anticipation of a long wait, and caught sight of the multiple faces of the stature behind her. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she dug around in her pocket till she found a quarter. "or maybe...?"
She flipped the coin through the air behind her. It spun through the air, landing with a pleasant "plunk" as it sank into the water. She closed her eyes and clapped her hands in front of her, as if in prayer, and solemnly intoned, "I wish we could get into our rooms tonight."
Thank goodness. 
@duskshine749
"West." Evangeline managed to croak out. "Evangeline West. I'm a taxidermist."
"I grew up on a farrrrrmmmmmmmmmm." She trailed of into a long, pained groan, and curled up a little more. She couldn't wait to get off this helicopter.
"West." Evangeline managed to croak out. "Evangeline West. I'm a taxidermist."
"Woah!" Mikkish exclaimed "You are one tall lady."
"I grew up on a farrrrrmmmmmmmmmm." She trailed of into a long, pained groan, and curled up a little more. She couldn't wait to get off this helicopter.
@Allie
That's what I thought when I first saved that picture. It's incredible how well they blend in considering their size.
That's what I thought when I first saved that picture. It's incredible how well they blend in considering their size.
‘We’re in a helicopter.’ She replied to the young blonde man. ‘What’s she going to do? Jump out of it after she robbed you? Swim hundreds of miles to the shore? Not even accounting for the changing of the tides and the current that keeps pushing you further away from shore.’
"She could get out of the helicopter." came the struggling voice of the big woman seated far as possible from any of the windows. She was leaned back with her eyes closed, sweat beading on her brow and looking slightly green. Her only contribution to the conversation so far had been quiet groans whenever the helicopter was jostled by a rogue wind and other sounds of someone heroically battling to keep their sick in their stomach. "She could go down in the waves and live and brag about it. She could do everything you said, if she had magic. Magic can do anything."
It was the mantra west had been repeating to herself to bear through this long hellish helicopter ride. It what shed told herself when she'd been packing, when she'd closed down her business, when she'd first seen the ad in the paper. The idea that noting was impossible. That was the idea that Maniacles had offered, and like cupids arrow the idea had buried itself deep in her small, childish heart. "From now on you shouldn't dismiss anything out of hand."
Name: Evangeline West
Age: 28
Origin: Wilmington, North Carolina
Appearance:
Skills:
Combat Skill: Trapping
Profession Skill: Taxidermy, specializing in pests
Miscellaneous Skill: Medical Care
Reason for joining: Closed down a lucrative taxidermy business for the opportunity to kill pests professionally instead of just as a hobby.
Other: Owns a small pistol. Slightly over 6 feet tall. Not a serial killer.
Age: 28
Origin: Wilmington, North Carolina
Appearance:
Skills:
Combat Skill: Trapping
Profession Skill: Taxidermy, specializing in pests
Miscellaneous Skill: Medical Care
Reason for joining: Closed down a lucrative taxidermy business for the opportunity to kill pests professionally instead of just as a hobby.
Other: Owns a small pistol. Slightly over 6 feet tall. Not a serial killer.
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