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Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP]

Kyle McCarthy - Rosline Manor, Entry way - 3:57pm
With Siobhan (@McHaggis) and at the very end Callaghan (@xCRAZYxFACEx)

Luther walked away, Kyle wasn’t sure why, it was almost four. He shook his head, letting his thoughts, for a moment drift to Mia. Alone with Maggie. No good. He frowned out the window again, and then looked over to Siobhan.

She had been sombre and silent as Luther spoke about the other mission the group would be undertaking but smiled as the spy walked away, all white teeth and no humour. At Kyle’s glance she brightened, moving over to link arms with him (as she often did) and guide him away to one of the small alcoves of the entrance hall where they could talk quietly.

“Looks like we’re not on the same team, eh?” She sounded almost, sad about that. Kyle himself was thankful. If she were at the mansion, he’d worry about her too much. Maggie knew she was a weak point for him.

“Yes,” He tried to sound sombre. “Maybe next time, but it sounds like both of these missions are critical, and need to be taken care of as soon as possible.”

“Now you’re channelling your inner Ronan.” A sigh. “I don’t have to like it – but it just seems so... unfair to make you go along. McCarthy Manor...”

“I know the place the best.” His voice was tight, he did not want to go there, but it was necessary. Of course only a few people in the group knew the manor, but none as well as he did. Mia needed them, Merlin knew the girl wouldn’t be able to get out on her own, especially if it meant attacking someone. Idiot girl.

Siobhan smoothed out the front of Kyle’s robes absently. “You know, I bet if I went and made doe eyes at the bossman he’d let me tag along – balance the numbers up a bit. Plus, my brother’s probably skulking about there anyway. I should be goin’ too.”

“Alistair knows me Siobhan, he’ll not actively get in my way.” Unless Maggie ordered him to. “He and I get along... as well as we can.”

It was true, and Siobhan knew it. He could see it in the furrow of her brows, the sharp release of breath. “Yeah. That’s probably true. What was it he said? Yes, the ‘brother-in-law he actually liked’.”

Kyle was thankful for his dark skin and the poor lighting in the alcove. He wondered how much of that was Alistair hoping to marry Maggie, and how much was him hoping Siobhan and he would hook up. “Well that’s, I guess, nice of him to say.” Kyle shook his head bemused.

Siobhan observed him for a moment, then a grin broke out across her face. “Yeah.” It wavered, and the witch quickly looked away.

Kyle started to reach for Siobhan, but then let his hand raise up to his head and rub the back of his neck to disguise the move.

“Kyle, when you’re out there… just-”

“Blake? Luther? Kyle? I have to say something.” Callaghan’s voice echoed from the hall cutting Siobhan off.

Siobhan shot a glare in that direction, bristling like an angry cat before turning back to stare at Kyle. It was serious. “Don’t be a big damn hero, okay? Stay safe.” Kyle nodded, and stepped out into the hall to join Callaghan, giving Siobhan one last look before talking to Callaghan. Leaning on the corner of the wall with her hand on her hip, she called out, “Being a big damn hero’s my job.”

He gave her a small smile, and then turned to Callaghan. “What is it?”

Northwood Academy

I'm here ^-^

Edit: Also, should I put anything from the important lunch post into my upcoming post? You said it was important so I didn't know if you wanted us to put things about it into our posts.

@Treepuncher121

Well if you're outside and hear Ash, then you can reasonably make a post about it. You do not have to make a post though. Only a few people have to make posts for this time, and they should all have information from me about said post.

If you want to do a collab with someone, either an NPC or an PC feel free. :)

Invincible - Chapter I : Origination

I was thinking that perhaps Gwen could have been seated next to Keran, and they could maybe meet up with Emily and Alistair afterwards once the plane has landed?
That way it would avoid making the scene too crowded and provide a natural way of introducing the characters to one another?

@Cryptiic

That's probably a good idea.

Invincible - Chapter I : Origination

@Valhalla It has been sent. :)

Invincible - Chapter I : Origination

@Valhalla Mchaggis and I are on the SF plane. We use GDoc, it's a lot faster, and iirc you said you were on your phone? If it's a smart enough one you should be able to access it. @McHaggis or I will PM you a link.

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Emily found her own seat, the ticket had been taken and glanced at, but once it was back in her hand the stewardess seemed to forget of her existence. Emily was used to that. She took her seat, the aisle seat, she was okay with that. The prospect of flying had built a knot in her stomach that she couldn’t seem to get rid of. Though there was joy of being in first class, so much leg room.

Nervous she pulled the magazine from the seat back in front of her to flip through it. Skymall. How was one supposed to order stuff via a magazine when you were flying anyway? You don’t have Internet access or cell service.

A man, probably not much older than Emily herself, squeezed past her into the open seat by the window. He had tattoos, on almost every bit of him that she could see. Emily herself had never had ink done, too young and too invisible. The guy even had the LOVE-HATE tattoos on his knuckles. Politely he said, “Sorry about that. I’m not even sure if this is my seat.”

“Oh you’re fine, I had my legs out too far.” She paused, “Here let me see your ticket and I can tell you.”

The guy nodded, pulling a slightly crumpled ticket to Haiti out of his back pocket and handing it over. Emily looked at it glancing at the seat number, it was the one next to her’s all right.

“Yep you’re in the right spot, no worries.” Emily smiled and handed back the ticket.

“Cool.” He rolled his sleeves up revealing even more ink. He tilted his head to the side, lips quirked as if unpicking a puzzle. Quickly, almost nervously, he continued, “Never been on a plane before – wasn’t expecting it, either, ‘til I got a letter in. Funny how life works, isn’t it?”

Emily didn’t answer at first, confused that he was actually talking to her. “Uh yeah. I flew once, a long time ago. Before -” Before what? Could she tell this random stranger she hadn’t flown since before she had basically become an orphan? No, that wasn’t plane talk. “Before I moved to San Francisco.” That was safe, and mostly true.

“Ah.” A glum expression crossed his face, brows furrowing, but it vanished as quickly as it came. “From Tenderloin myself so it’s more of a case of, ‘too poor for a plane ride’. Could never afford the ticket myself.” Emily was impressed, the people she remembered from the Tenderloin spoke such broken English, but this guy seemed well educated.

Emily blinked, he was still talking to her, she existed. She wasn’t sure what to say to him about being from the Tenderloin. She had lived there for a while, not a place she had really enjoyed living in. The memory was like acid. It took her a moment to respond. “Me either honestly. This was a gift trip from an uncle.” She stumbled a bit over the lie. Emily was so unused to having to actually talk to people that it was almost difficult, and this guy, Alistair if she remembered correctly from his ticket, didn’t seem at all phased by her existence. Who in the world was he? Her heart dropped, was he from the government?

A smile – crooked, uncertain – crossed his face. In a low voice, Alistair whispered, “Do I look like I’m from the government? Seriously.” Emily’s jaw dropped. She had most definitely not said that outloud.

“You’re... part of the Smith family then?”

“They’re my… mysterious benefactors funding this little trip across the world.” He peered over the back of his chair at the rest of the First Class cabin, eyes scanning those who’d entered the plane already. Turning back around he rubbed at his forehead. “Yeah. Got a letter in about one o’clock in the morning. Thought I was going to get shanked to be honest but no, apparently it’s not safe for me here. Same goes for you?”

“Well in the Tenderloin no one can be too careful.” Emily smiled. “Yeah, people don’t talk to me much, they don’t seem to notice me.” She was being vague about her power, mostly because she didn’t know what to call it. She had been calling it invisibility since she had first noticed she could do it, but that wasn’t what it really was.

“Would you like anything to drink?” The stewardess asked. Emily nearly jumped out of her skin, when the woman had gently put her hand on Emily’s shoulder. She quickly drew it away. “Sorry didn’t mean to startle you.”

Alistair supplied, “Coffee, please.” Emily nodded in agreement. “That’ll be two I think.”

“Okay, cream and sugar?” She asked as she poured the two cups of coffee, leaving room just in case.

“Uh, black.” Emily said, not sure how she liked her coffee.

“Cream and sugar for me, please.” The stewardess nodded, and filled Emily’s cup up the rest of the way, and handed it to her with a lid. For Alistair’s cup she left room, and handed it over with some cream and sugar so he could flavor it as he pleased.

“Thank you.” Emily smiled at the stewardess as she left, and took a tentative sip. She frowned. “Guess I should have said cream and sugar too.”

“Swap? I don’t much like sweet things.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, but was more than happy to exchange cups with him. “Oh, I’m Emily by the way, sorry. I’m not used to... well meeting new people.”

“Alistair,” he said during the swap. “And yeah, when I say I don’t like sweet things, I mean I hate them. I got it just in case.”

“Really? That’s sweet of you.” Emily sipped at the cup Alistair had given her. “That’s much better. Foster parents have this weird notion of not allowing kids to have coffee ever.” She shrugged a bit and took another sip.

“My parents are the same, but what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.” Alistair’s eyes kept drifting to the side and he cringed, biting his lip piercings as he shook his head. “It’s no surprise people don’t usually talk to you. That’s weird... Like– trying to hold water that keeps slipping out of my hands.”

“Well thank you for trying, not many people even try. The only time people seem to have an easy time seeing me is when I’m playing guitar, or I’m focusing really hard to keep myself visible. That usually makes me dizzy after a while though.” Emily spoke with a quiet tone, not sure who would be listening.

Alistair closed his eyes drinking a good deal of the burning hot coffee in one sip. “I don’t think it’s through lack of trying… You’re there, but you’re not. It’s – baffling, honestly, like listening to a disembodied voice.”

“That’s just weird. I’ve never had anyone be able to explain it to me before.” She shook her head. “Baffling is a good word for it. Not that it hasn’t come in handy, but sometimes I wish I was just normal.”

“That stewardess doesn’t even see you anymore…” Awe, with an undertone of intense sympathy oozed from his voice. “You might be unluckier than I am when it comes to – interesting talents,” Alistair said, though not unkindly. “But I think we’re probably tied.”

Emily laughed, “Yeah. I can guess why.” She paused and thought, ‘That can’t be fun.’

’Yeah, it gets a little overwhelming at times – whoa, even the thoughts you direct at me are trying to hide.’ Emily got a flash of what she looked like, to not just Alistair, but probably everyone. Her own face, slid from her vision, the image that Alastair was projecting to her. It was almost painful to look at, to hold into focus.

Emily blinked at the image of herself, letting it fade. The mirror or a photo was one thing, but to literally see herself through another’s eyes was almost disconcerting. She took a deep breath. “Okay that is weird. I can see why people don’t talk to me now. Thank you.” She drank from her cup of coffee thinking. Trying to understand not only her power, but the letter and everything that had led up to this conversation. Had W.V. known what this conversation would bring up? Did he know that Alistair with his power would be able to focus on Emily in such a way that no one else really could?

“There’s a 50% chance you might drop off the radar for me as well if I drift off – especially with just the surface thoughts to hold on to. Hence the coffee.” He rubbed his hands on the legs of his jeans again. “And I wouldn’t put it past them. I reckon W.V’s not trying to save everyone, only the useful ones. Not families.” Brows furrowed again. He really was rather expressive. Emily remembered the P.S. of the letter, something that hadn’t pertained to her. She sure as hell wasn’t going to be calling her father and telling him jack shit about where she was going. She let the anger slide through her before speaking again.

“I take it you have some then?” She posed it as a question. Alistair seemed infuriated by that part of the letter, and Emily had to wonder who he had left behind. Not to mention to what fate the person was left to.

“Mom and Pops, sister, three brothers, daughter,” Alistair said, listing them off. With each one, a glimmer of a face was projected onto her mind, along with a quiet, ’Sorry about that. It’s not often I get to… cut loose. Or ever.’

’I like it. She thought for him, savoring the faces, and the love Alistair had for (most) of them.

“And I guess my – uh, ex-girlfriend, too. I’m not too worried about ‘em failing that blood test – but what the government might do to them when they find out we’re missing.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Call me a cynic, but I don’t think W.V. can afford to give everyone related to us a safe house.”

Emily thought of Tessa, and the nice enough foster parents she had deserted. “I don’t know. They don’t know where I am at least, and because of how I am they hardly ever did to them it wouldn’t be unusual. I have eaten breakfast with them, and not a word said to me.” The painful memories of discovering her power pressed at her, but she pushed them away, not wanting Alistair to have to see that. “Shoot, I’ve run away from homes and it was weeks before it was noticed.”

He shook his head about the same time as she forcibly repressed those thoughts. “Yeah, that – that really must suck. At the very least you don’t have anyone they can use as leverage.” Alistair sighed. “God, this’s gone pretty fuckin’ morbid, hasn’t it? Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. We should be prepared for the worst.” She gave a half smile, “How’s that phrase go, prepare for the worst, hope for the best?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Alistair managed a small grin, though it seemed forced. “We should be looking forward to heading to Haiti, even if it’s under unfortunate circumstances.” And then he looked past her, staring off into space for a good twenty seconds.

“Okay, I need to recharge – sorry about this. Focus is hard.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m the one who’s at fault, besides this is the longest conversation I’ve had in... a very long time. Thank you.”

“We’ll have another one soon, I promise.” And he looked down at the phone in his hands.

Invincible - Chapter I : Origination

If anyone wants their character to interact with Keran, I'm up for it, I guess, although I could really go either way.
She'll probably end up sleeping most of the way otherwise. It's been close to 24 hours since she slept.

@Cryptiic

She's in SF right? She'd be on our plane.

Northwood Academy

I think when we hit the start of "Tuesday" we should do a roll call, see who's still here.

Northwood Academy

Okay that was the all important lunch post. You may now post up anything until Tuesday. If you have any questions (that I'm willing to answer) I or the co-gms will.

Important to note things though: That post took place on top of a building, it is unlikely your character actually saw it happen. It may be possible for them to hear Ash calling Jamie's name. She's a bit freaked out right now, though she will do as Jamie asked and not go out and look for help.

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP]

@Jig did you still want to do a collab?