McHaggis

Fairytale Roleplay(looking for a co-gm to help me think of plot ideas)

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Stand Still. Stay Silent. - The Rescue Mission

I just think the way the artist draws cats in the comic is so damn cute.

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

Siobhan spent the whole of Snape's lesson practically bouncing in her seat, and to anyone except Kyle, it would've looked like she was just excited to get out of the class -- maybe event to attend Potions! Her eyes often flicked to Yvette. The girl had a knack for being able to instinctively know the time and anticipate the bell ringing; thus, she had been the first one out of the class and to the next one for all of yesterday.

Siobhan was going to use that. It was hardly a secret that Yvette was a muggleborn, after all. (Maybe a mudblood. She still wasn't sure if Kyle subscribed to that ideology, but she knew it was bad.) A part of her felt guilty for involving her sort-of friend in it.

When Snape's lesson ended and after she had completely forgotten the essay task, Siobhan turned towards the Gryffindor already striding purposefully towards the door and called out, "Yvette! Save me a seat, right?" The girl turned around and nodded, dimples emphasising her bright smile. It would mean she couldn't sit next to Kyle in the next lesson but... sacrifices had to be made.

Although not the subtlest of girls, Siobhan turned to pack her stuff back in her bag slowly so as to watch most of the class filter out. Despite the interesting subject matter, the professor seemed extremely off-putting. She felt particularly mouse-like during the entire time. Her eyes flickered up to Kyle in a questioning gesture, one that read something along the lines of, 'Was that enough?'

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

"Right in the front, of course. I wouldn't miss this lesson for the world," she said innocently, taking a seat and unpacking her textbook from the bag. Contrary to her actions in Potions, she actually preferred sitting at the very front of the classroom, mostly because she just knew she would fall asleep in the back. Even so, Siobhan thought that Kyle seemed a little too antsy about their chosen table... maybe he was shy?

Or perhaps he hadn't yet experienced the wonders of being a teacher's pet?

As the class began to file in, Siobhan pulled out her notebook and quill. She expected that they wouldn't be allowed to chit-chat during Snape's class, and so if the only way was passing notes... well. Needs must. Still, the professor was nowhere in sight so she leaned over and quietly whispered, "I've got an idea of how to start this off at the end. The real challenge is not being late to our next class." They were due to have the wonders of Slughorn for a single period next. Joy.

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

"Yep!"

Siobhan quickly threw her book bag over her shoulder and climbed over the bench, following up with a cheerful wave at Yvette who tilted her head in confusion at Kyle's presence. On second thought... Siobhan grabbed an apple -- she was acquiring quite the taste for them -- before leading her Slytherin friend out of the hall and up to the stairs.

"Third floor, right? 3C?" she asked, nervous excitement clear in her voice. She already knew well enough where the classroom was, but it was just to be sure. "I hope Snape -- Professor Snape -- doesn't give us homework." There, something neutral. She couldn't ask Kyle what he was planning on saying, otherwise her surprise wouldn't be believable.

See No Evil

Just to check, we're allowed to play two characters, right? I feel like making a sensitive :3

Heavens Fall

Eida Craig

Eida had been mid-shrug in response to the lord-prince-king, an equally rude response on her lips, but all that came out was a 'woosh' of air in surprise and a flat, "What." If she hadn't already believed that religion made fools of men, she would have had all the evidence she needed in its support. Cultists, she complained internally, raising an eyebrow in complete exasperation at the royal beside her. "I hate gods -- but their followers are even worse."

The barbarian had been about to grab the hilt of Thessia and twirl it around as usual (to murder the idiots) when the cold chill of an icy breath touched her skin, whispering to her. "Like I'm going to do what you say..." she muttered under her breath, loosening her grip on her ax and instead cracking her knuckles. A good thing, too, since it began to glow. Clearly the god hadn't got the memo that she was a heathen, not some gullible fool -- none of them gave without wanting something in return.

And this one seemed to want her to make a scene in the middle of a festival. Nope.

Eida decided that she could win a fight against some dress-wearing pansy no problem without any weapons, and so she went into doing just that. One arm grabbed a wrist and twisted, blocking the dagger from going anywhere but into thin air. A gauntleted fist flew straight into the man's unprotected face, dropping him to his knees. With a spare moment, she peered over at her momentary ally in the lord (or whatever he was).

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

When Siobhan finally went down to breakfast, her tie was askew and her hair curlier than ever -- mostly because she had taken a brief nap in the common room for about an hour before heading out. Reaching the Great Hall, she blinked the sleep out of her eyes and dropped down into a seat at the Gryffindor table next to Yvette.

She couldn't help the smile from spreading across her face. Today was going to be fun, she was sure of it.

"You're looking chipper today," said Yvette, passing over a few slices of toast from her right to Siobhan. "Not that you didn't yesterday... I mean..."

Siobhan grinned wider. "It's going to be a good day today. With Defense Against the Dark Arts, y'know?" She subtly surveyed the Slytherin table from her position, somehow managing to keep up a light conversation with her muggleborn friend at the same time. Now... where was Kyle..? Rubbing her eyes again, she couldn't quite make him out through the cloudy film of tiredness. Maybe she had stayed up just a little too late, or gotten up a little too early.

Heavens Fall

Eida Craig

Eida rubbed at the green warpaint on her bare arms as she carefully (if not subtly) listened in to her target's complaints. The robed nuts who'd bumped into him, at first glance, seemed like complete religious crazies -- cultists, possibly, though she couldn't be sure. She didn't have any intention of staring at them further, just in case they walked up and sacrificed her to one of their gods. Ew.

However, she swore she heard the clinking of gold coins the moment the man had said royal blood. If there was one thing she was sure of it was that princes and kings were loaded with money and it was merely a matter of convincing them to give her some. Then again, she didn't like to be handed out coin like some sort of charity case; she would fight for him.

As well as wealth, kings tended to bring a whole lot of war with them, and that was her life.

When the clouds started to coalesce into a skull formation, Eida scoffed -- probably prompting the wrath of some god out there who now wanted to smite her down with heavenly glory. It wasn't any of her business, that worship stuff, so long as it wasn't forced down her throat like her tribe's shamanic leaders once had. Her eyes lingered on the skies for a few seconds, the wind touching her face with a particularly frozen embrace, but when she looked down to observe the prince-king-thing, she found him looking back at her.

Oh, he had noticed. Eida purposefully strode closer to him, stealth be damned, and pulled her fringe out of her eyes to stare even more intimidatingly at the man. All of it done wordlessly.

The silent tactic usually worked.

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

Siobhan didn't know when she had fallen asleep, only that she had at one point changed out of her uniform and into her pajamas with the intention of continuing her match-to-needle transfigurations. Thus, when she woke up at five in the morning, lying on top of the covers with a few scattered needles around her, she was surprised – not only because she had been successful but also because there was no viable reason for her inability to stay up late! Alistair would be ashamed.

She knew she was far, far too early for breakfast and so grinned, stroking her kneazle with a manic grin on her face as she considered Kyle's plan for the defense lesson. Siobhan cracked open her off-curriculum textbook, 'Hexes and Jinxes for the Young Witch in Danger' and pulled her wand out from under her pillow where she'd left it.

Locomotor mortis, eh?