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In Harry Potter and the Alchemist's Quest - Discontinued → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@Achronum@Nallore@Natsu@Kirah@TrainerBlue192@Framing A Moose
September 1st, 1984 - 11:40 A.M.
The Corridor Near Compartment 6 -

The trolley witch narrowed her eyes, considering whether or not to believe Mary. She had heard her threaten Ismelda, after witnessing Fae roughly shove the poor dear. She pursed her lips as Fae yelled a curse word, only to then continue and insult her. The Hufflepuff prefect was acting reasonable, at the very least. "Young lady, I understand you wish to defend your friend, but I have to report what I witnessed. The appropriate punishment will be decided by Professor Flitwick for Miss Winthrop." This was hardly the first time she had witnessed students misbehave on the train and then attempt to get out of it.

Ismelda rolled her eyes. "Your little gang is all here then, going to defend you, innit?" she scoffed at Mary and Fae.

The trolley witch did not want to deal with any of this, especially as Elizabeth added in her own two cents, cursing and making accusations. "Miss Flame, I am reporting Miss Murk as well for her derogatory language. I suggest you get a handle on your temper and you can advocate your case to your head of house. In the future, I hope you all learn a lesson to treat others with respect and kindness. Shoving one another in the halls, swearing at me, and dealing threats will not serve you well at Hogwarts."

"Now, unless you would like for me to add an account of your abusive language towards me, I suggest you all return to your compartments now," she concluded, before looking at Artemis and Madalyn. "Please keep them in line," she said, before taking her cart and pushing it down the hallway, parking her cart in front of compartments 9,10,11, and 12.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?" she asked sweetly to those seated there.
Paige Atwell
Location: Compartment 13
Magic: N/A
Paige couldn't help but chortle slightly at Zelda's crafty put-down of Merula. That was one of the perks of having a best friend in Ravenclaw - they tended to use their words rather than their fists when it came to fighting. "You know, how about we make a wager?" Paige said, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "A proper wizard's duel, me and you, Merula. Zelds' will be my second, you can pick one of your tossers for yours."

Merula's eyes narrowed. She knew that Paige was baiting her. She was the self declared most powerful witch in Hogwarts, yet Paige was captain of the dueling club. Her pride and ego were on the line if she accepted the challenge - and if she declined, she didn't doubt that Paige would hold it over her. "Fine," Merula snarled. "Tonight in the old potions room in the dungeons."

"Rad. We'll be there," Paige said with a smirk, as Merula got up and stared at Zelda for a moment.

"You better watch yourself, Flynn," she threatened, before leaving the compartment. Paige could see Merula go over to a rather tired looking trolley witch and order a few chocolate frogs. Her own stomach growled and she couldn't help but be slightly excited that the trolley would be here soon.

"I hope she's got some chocolate cauldrons... Or maybe even some no-melt ice cream, I'm starving." She felt a little guilty at volunteering Zelda for a duel without asking her first, but she also figured that Zelda wouldn't mind. They had first met in detention after Zelda hexed someone after all. Plus, Paige didn't think she would lose to Merula, so her second wouldn't even be needed. If they were lucky, Merula would invite her lackeys too - she'd love to beat Merula in front of a large audience.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🗡️ Megan Pendragon 🗡️
Location: Oak Park
Skills: N/A
Megan considered for a moment whether or not she ought to lie to her brother. He had gotten one of these letters too, so this did concern him. Would he freak out if she told him a wizard she remembered dimly from her childhood had been attacked in Oak Park, only to kill his assailants with a fireball? And that they were all supposedly the children of fairytale characters? Once again, she figured the answer was a definite yes. Her brother tended to freak out over a lot of things, even if he tended to try to hide those panic attacks from others. "This is going to sound bloody daft, but keep an open mind," she began. He was going to have to freak out over this situation sooner or later.

"I went to Oak Park to take a look around, do some investigating. It's really a lovely place, I ought to come here and read Mary Shelley next week, the weather is perfect for it as well. But I met a man that I remember from when I was little - before we were adopted. Others who got the same letters showed up as well. Now I know that you're feeling skeptical already, so I might as well just blurt out this next part - though I do think you should try to consider it as being possible, as it's simply improbable and not impossible... He's a wizard called Merlin. He says we're all the children of fairytale characters. I saw him do magic, Jack..." A card appeared in her hand with an address on it and she glanced over to where the others were, just in time to see Merlin step through a portal. "Oh, but I forgot to mention - there were some odd men in the park and Merlin killed them."
In The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
⚡John Watts⚡ and 🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹
Location: Smallville?
Skills: N/A
Arthur frowned, staring up at the blonde man that had appeared on the final robot. He looked like a long lost Hemsworth brother - the type that was cast in action movies like Star Trek or the Hunger Games. He seemed malicious as well, given that he clearly was the one responsible for these robots, and he was all too happy about trying to kill a bunch of children. Mojo's influence or not, that was unforgivable. Fighting children was dishonorable, even if they were armed. He didn't know if Mojo would let them die, but from what he knew, this was all supposed to be reality TV. Maybe they could use that to their advantage.

Watts huffed slightly, seeing the massive weapon Elara had on her. He didn't know anything about this girl really and he didn't know if she could be trusted with something that powerful. She didn't have the mind of a child, but he wouldn't have trusted her with that as an adult anyways. He wouldn't have even trusted Andrew as an adult with it and he had been the one to build the weapon. "Just don't point that at anyone or you'll get us killed," he snapped at her. He also had half a mind to confiscate Andrew's suit from him, but with the robots and this new foe, that wouldn't have been a good move. The suit was at least keeping Andrew safe.

"Mojo wants us to fight," Arthur explained to the others. He took his bow and set it down on the ground in front of him. "We'll never leave if we let ourselves be his puppets." Sometimes, the only way to win the game was to not play at all. They still had their powers for a reason. If Mojo wanted them dead, they would have died already, long before they were turned into children. He hoped that the others would listen to him and follow his lead, but he also was braced for some of them to try fighting anyways.

"...You want us to just let him kill us?" Watts scoffed, incredulous. He didn't know this archer, but the idea seemed rather dumb to him. Sure, he could agree with him that this Mojo person wanted them to fight, as they were appropriately armed - but what was to stop this man from killing all of them if they laid down their arms? He somehow doubted that he wouldn't go for fatal blows. He turned his back on the archer, instead peering up now at the newcomer. "Who the BEEP are you?" Watts asked, before frowning. "... BEEP. What the? I can't swear? What the BEEP?"
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Galactus' Ship (Team 1)
Skills: Telepathy
Her assumption had paid off, then - not too long after they left, Mary and Beth reappeared by shadow travel. It was a pretty cool skill for Beth to have, reminding Guin a lot of the son of Hades (Nico) from the Percy Jackson novels. When she had been stuck in rehab, she read (inhaled) the entire first series before moving on and going through the Chronicles of Narnia in chronological order. "Careful, my fiancé likes to beat up people who make fun of me," Guin joked, after Allison called her a nerd. Yet a minute later, Allison revealed that Jenny the Teenage Robot had spent time on Earth before at the X-Mansion. "Okay, what're the actual odds of that?" she muttered. Had she not been living it, she would have called it a sin of convenience.

One, he's not a toaster - apparently he's an alien. And two, if he were a robot, he looks more like a blender to me anyways, Guin commented to Pietro. She knew that he was feeling salty about his sister's boyfriend, but it wasn't like Wanda approved of Pietro's fiancée anyways so the two siblings were even as far as Guin was concerned. Though she did agree with Pietro - it was really weird to know that Wanda had joined the West Coast Avengers and was dating the Vision.

Eh, toaster, blender, same thing.

... Uh, no. Have you ever tried making toast in a blender? Guin asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned and gave her fiancé a look. You'd get a disgusting bread smoothie, not a nicely crisp piece of toast.

Most electronics to me are toasters or whatever, especially robot looking things.

She couldn't help but laugh slightly, as much as she was biting the inside of her cheek in an attempt not to. It wasn't really the time to be laughing when the weird alien had agreed to help them, especially with the fate of the world in their hands. Okay, we are definitely continuing this conversation later, I have a lot of follow up questions.

What sort of follow up questions? And should I be concerned?

Nope, later! I gotta focus! You're playing into my ADHD! Guin protested, before looking at the alien again. She had already offered to build the alien a girlfriend, but it seemed just taking the alien back with them to Earth would be enough of a reward. The being had friends there anyways (one of them being the sentient Danger Room). "So we need to steal the Ultimate Nullifier, only problem is the Silver Surfer is guarding it. What can you do with that?" she asked the alien, figuring there was no sense in beating around the bush.

Fiiiiiiiiiiine.
Neil Spellman
Location: Galactus' Ship (Team 3)
Skills: N/A
For a brief moment, Neil fantasized about them receiving a message over their comm systems that one of the other teams had secured the device and that they could go home - that the pressure was off, the planet was no longer in jeopardy, and they could go back to being teenagers. But as Sara dictated that they couldn't split up for this plan, the fantasy faded away. Iris immediately contradicted Sara, suggesting that they do split up and Neil winced. He ran a Dungeons and Dragons campaign at the X-Institute and one of the main rules was to never split the party. They were already at their minimum party size. Despite the strain to her vocal chords, Mira seemed to have found her voice as she chewed Iris out over it.

He wasn't sure whether or not to feel second hand embarrassment. Yes, Iris was super weird - but Mira was also being incredibly harsh on her. Maybe being alone in a group with Sara wouldn't have been such a bad idea after all.

Mira's makeshift sonar ended the need for that sort of discussion though. "Let's go then," he said quietly, before moving down the hallway Mira had indicated. The hallway seemed to go on forever, to the point that Neil was about to stop and ask if they needed to go another direction, when it finally terminated at a door. He tried the door, only to find that it was locked. "Mira, do you mind?" he asked. His use of his powers to unlock a door earlier had set off alarms - so this time around, he was going to let the techie take a look.

In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose
Washington D.C.: September 10th, 2020 - 2:00 PM
The Training Room - Shaw Industries...

Polaris was quickly becoming irritated with Ana's posturing. Her headpiece prevented Anastasia from shifting her own morals, as it was made from the same metal that comprised her father's helmet. The telekinetic shove was decent, yet her control over magnetism had allowed Polaris to stop herself before she got hurt. For a moment, she just watched as Leighton tried her best to hit Anastasia - and as Anastasia somehow wasn't able to hit Leighton.

Yet her jaw dropped as she saw the giant CareBear guardian that Max summoned - he really was just as unhinged as her half-sister, with only about half of her control. Polaris couldn't feel an ounce of metal on the thing and she didn't doubt that the CareBear would be able to crush her under its limbs. Besides, the entire room smelled like blueberries now and she hated blueberries. "What the fuck? Are you kidding me?"

Her father was glaring at Max, seeing him hiding on top of the soft, furry creature. "Do you think this is a joke - that we are something to be laughed at?" he scolded. "Do you think it is amusing that every day, thousands of mutant brothers and sisters are murdered... and yet here you are, blessed beyond reason, given the honor of fighting to create a homeland, with powerful gifts over creation... AND YOU WASTE THEM ON A DAMN STUFFED TOY?!" Magneto screamed. Magnetic rays then exploded from his hands, hitting the giant CareBear monstrosity and barely missing Max. Max's guardian was on fire from the impact and Magneto used his powers to tear the doors of the training room open, flinging them wildly behind him without any care as he stormed out of the facility.

The door was about to hit Leighton and crush her, when Polaris managed to stop it at the last second.

"Do you want me to let Emma know you've finished the session?" Sage asked calmly, as if they hadn't just seen Magneto throw a temper tantrum. "Or if you'd like, I need a small team to go pick up our runaways."

Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean...

"We're in the Atlantic," Sophie mused, looking over maps and radar a little more carefully. "With Wanda's assist, we're about..."

"Fifty minutes from D.C.," Phoebe concluded. "Jinx, we have better food at home," she scolded him telepathically, mentally finding him pacing the halls and gorging himself on sandwiches in the kitchen now. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Humans, in her experience, often failed to understand the importance of fine dining.

Wanda was staring out one of the viewing windows contemplatively. The entire submarine was surrounded with her mystical red energies, manipulating the probabilities in order to decrease their travel time. Once they arrived in D.C., she was going to take a plane and head to Wundagore Mountain. To do what needed to be done, she was going to need more strength, more focus and discipline. She was going to win her brother back.
New Mutant Underground Hideout...

"Don't call me Quicksilver please, since that's kind of what my father still calls me, and it does not bring with it too many happy memories along with it... Call me Pietro," he said to her shaking his head slightly as he ate another Twinkie. Almost like he carried a bunch of them around for some weird reason. "Also, I'm not dating anyone. I'm going to marry Guin Stark though, major difference there." with those words, he raced over to a nearby couch and sat on it, well, more of laid on it and put his feet up on the armrest. "Yeah he's coming. Partially because he wants to talk to Veil about everything that's going on or whatever here... And to pay his respects to one of the Morlocks that died... Something like that or whatever.... So kid, what's your name?"

The Cherry Bomb - Sinister's Lair...

Another round of cases here. When you finish your objective, head back to the circular room with the elevator - Blink or Magik will provide transport back to the Underground.




In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Natsu
The Kingdom of Attilan - the Moon: February 14th, 2021 - 10:10 A.M.
Bonnie Chase and Raynor Blake
Location: Quinjet
Skills: Small Aircraft Piloting, Biochemistry, Intuition
"Maybe," Raynor murmured, turning his head for a brief moment to look at Cass. He didn't think it was a great idea to bring her or any of their mutant friends along on this mission. They had special suits and masks prepared for all of them, in order to minimize any further exposure to the Mists. Only the mutant and inhuman members needed to wear the masks - it was harmless to humans and Asgardians. "I'll try using universal standard," Raynor announced. He didn't know if they used the same sort of morse code in this universe, but they had in his home world so it was worth a shot.

It was pretty similar to morse code - Raynor flashed a message out with the search light his vessel was equipped with. He frowned, scanning the skies for any response but there was nothing. He repeated the message and again, there was nothing. "No response. Abercrombie, think you're going to be more than just a little bit irked," he added with an eye roll.

Bonnie carefully got up, going over to one of the monitors in order to get an atmospheric readout. "Atmospheric levels are showing high concentrations of the terrigen mists, yet otherwise are normal," she reported. She wasn't a mutant or an inhuman, so there wasn't a risk to her health (that she knew of) from breathing in the mists. But for the rest of the team, they'd need to put those masks on. "...I think they were attacked, maybe. The terrigen mists give powers to inhumans, so... What better way to beat back an invading force than powering up your entire populace?" she proposed.

She didn't like the implication that left though - since the terrigen mists had been released into the Earth's atmosphere. Were they going to face some sort of threat as well, the same kind that had been able to decimate Attilan?

"Yeah, well, I'm landing now - so you might want to sit your ass down," Raynor told Bonnie, a bit of an edge in his voice. The two of them weren't close friends. Bonnie rolled her eyes slightly, before taking her seat next to Flynn again.

"Does he get off on being a perpetual jackass?" she muttered to him. The entire quinjet began to shake violently and it suddenly dropped about twenty feet, before Raynor managed to regain control of the craft. A tornado of sorts seemed to have kicked up on the ground and it was heading right towards them, like it was alive. Bonnie white knuckled her seat, fearing for her life as Raynor put the emergency in emergency landing.

Raynor's forceful and rapid descent to the ground was so fast and sudden that for a moment, it was like they were experiencing no gravity at all. Everyone with long hair would be able to see it practically standing upwards. And when the quinjet smacked down to the ground in front of the rubble of the palace, Goose went flying upwards and the poor kitty struck the ceiling of the jet. Bonnie wanted to puke, looking incredibly green.

"Everyone okay?" Raynor asked tentatively. The tornado outside dissipated, revealing a young woman and a dog.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈 and ✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨
Location: Camp Half-Blood - Dining Pavilion
Skills: N/A
The rest of their group embarking on this journey seemed to have started off their morning here, Leda observed. She couldn't help but wonder if going to Camp Jupiter was really the best thing for Andy and Arthur, as they were both so young and inexperienced. But then again, they were both children of the Big Three. Trouble and danger would come for them no matter where in the world they were, especially with the ominous prophecy Rosie had produced. There was just very little sense in arguing about it. Normal rules didn't apply to demigods. She had gotten herself a small plate of food and had just taken a bite when darkness seemed to gather over the dining pavilion.

Leda was about to groan in defeat when she glanced upwards, seeing Alannah come down from the rope ladder of a flying ship. Her jaw dropped slightly. Sure, she had traveled in flying chariots before but a flying ship? That was just insane. She hadn't gotten to fly in something nearly as cool as that before. Of course, her pride was more or less pushing her towards not admitting that it had been worth the wait. "Bloody hell, that is cool," she then admitted, still looking at the flying craft with astonishment. "Does she have a name?" Leda asked.

Rebecca had finished her small breakfast, smiling as she spotted the ship. She adored magic and the ship positively radiated it in its floating beauty. "Marygold's right - you have Jonah and Noah confused," Rebecca chimed in. Her mother was also the goddess of trivia - she knew a fair bit of random factoids. It had been how her parents met, even - at a trivia contest. She stood up from her place at the Hecate Table and moved over towards where the others were gathered, figuring that they would be boarding the ship shortly to leave.

She glanced over at Leda, flashing her a warm smile. She wasn't entirely oblivious to her ex-girlfriend's discomfort, yet Rebecca wished that they could reclaim the friendship they had once had. She had enjoyed her time with Leda and looked back on it as a fond memory. Besides, she knew her ex rather well and she could tell that Leda fancied the daughter of Poseidon. Rebecca wasn't about to get in the way of that. "Are we ready to board?" she then asked.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Galactus' Ship (Team 1)
Skills: Electronics and Computers
Guin was a little bit frustrated that Bethany hadn't brought her with, instead taking Mary along to go find the imprisoned alien to reason with. Mary wasn't at her most diplomatic these days, tending to snap at people quickly - probably from her developing mental illness. She sighed slightly looking at the monitor readout, seeing that Mary and Bethany hadn't ended up in the right place. "They're in the wrong cell. So that's bad," Guin told Pietro and Allison. They could go after Mary and Beth, try to get them out of whatever situation they had found themselves in.... but they also didn't have a lot of time. Allison's vision had indicated that they needed to go free that one lone prisoner.

She switched her readout view from life signals to the vital signs of the team. Beth and Mary's were both perfectly fine. And they were members of the X-Men - they had been in tight spots before. She didn't like leaving them behind, but Beth could shadow travel them out of there. Maybe they were busy trying to free more aliens to help them against the Silver Surfer. "Their vitals are fine and stable, so let's go spring the alien you mentioned, Allison," Guin decided, taking up the defacto leadership role. "The jailbird's not too far," she added, kicking off and using her suit to quickly fly down the hallway until she was outside of where the alien was being held captive. She ordinarily would have just asked Pietro to phase her through the door, but after feeling like a useless telepath, she wanted to actually do something useful for once by herself. She fiddled with the locking mechanism for about a second, figuring it out with ease, and the door opened up. She couldn't help but smirk. "Boo-yah!" she cheered.

The room was surrounded by computers and robotics, a breathtaking sight that made Guin pause for a moment. The captive alien looked more like some sort of artificial intelligence to her, made out of a golden black metal with what looked like wires for hair. "Uh, hey, we come in peace," Guin blurted out. "If you help us, we can get you out of here - first class ticket to wherever in the galaxy you want to go. I can even build you a girlfriend - or a boyfriend, if you prefer."
Neil Spellman
Location: Galactus' Ship (Team 3)
Skills: N/A
He wasn't even sure if she should be surprised or not to see Iris reappear with a flower crown on her head. She was seeming more and more like a real life bard to him, to the extent that he was waiting for them to run into another alien creature and have Iris try to seduce the monster instead of fight it. He could tell that Mira was getting fed up with her, which he guessed made sense. His friend came from the warrior nation of Wakanda - and she tended to be a bit more on the serious side than the others on the team. She was right though - the entire planet was in peril. They didn't really have time to stop and pick flowers.

Neil gave Mira a nod as she said it was time to get going, walking down the path he had indicated until he reached the end of the hallway. He barely managed to catch himself in time, as at the end of the hallway the ground suddenly dropped off - like they were standing at the edge of a cliff. "Uh..." He checked the device tracker - they needed to go down. He was about to tell everyone this was a dead end, when almost smacked himself over the forehead. They were in Iron Man suits. Their suits could fly. Thank goodness for Tony Stark. He just hoped they wouldn't run into that gorilla again there. Taking a deep breath, Neil stepped over the edge and gently and cautiously began to fly down.

It felt like an eternity before he reached the bottom.

His legs were trembling slightly as he finally touched solid ground, finding himself in a circular room of sorts. There were five paths that split off from it. From what he could tell, the two paths to the left were their best shot. He didn't know exactly which one to take, but he wasn't going to head off until the others got down here anyways.
In Harry Potter and the Alchemist's Quest - Discontinued → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@Achronum@Nallore@Natsu@Kirah@TrainerBlue192@Framing A Moose
September 1st, 1984 - 11:30 A.M.
The Corridor Near Compartment 6 -

The trolley witch had seen a lot in her lifetime - she had been working this job on the Hogwarts Express for over a decade now. She remembered a particularly rambunctious group of boys from Gryffindor who called themselves the Marauders. She even had sold candy to Severus Snape when he attended school. She heard Ismelda's racist insults and saw Fae shove Ismelda, giving her a good knock. She saw a Ravenclaw prefect threaten Ismelda and scold Fae. A Gryffindor prefect then appeared. And a blonde girl added in her two cents to the situation from one of the compartments, followed quickly by a Hufflepuff prefect. The crowning achievement then was seeing the muggleborn girl threaten Ismelda.

She hated being an authority figure - she preferred to sell sweets - yet as one of the adults on the train, it was her duty to supervise these children. "You four, that is quite enough," she scolded, locking her cart so it wouldn't roll. "Especially you, as a prefect, ought to know better than to threaten your fellow students," she added, eyeing Mary.

"Tell me your names, now. I will be informing your heads of houses and they shall decide the appropriate punishment for each of you," she said sternly, looking at Ismelda, Fae, Elizabeth, and Mary in turn. She knew the surnames already of two of them - Murk and Mintfree. A muggleborn Slytherin was easy to remember and rare, plus Mary had a prefect badge on. Lying about their names wouldn't get them out of this, it would only make matters worse.

"Ismelda Murk," Ismelda answered, smirking slightly despite all of the threats and the shoving. She was betting that Professor Snape wouldn't punish her. "Come on, fess up you tossers. I think this'll be a new record, Winthrop - shortest prefectship ever."
Paige Atwell
Location: Compartment 13
Magic: N/A
Hestia didn't mind Merula very much, given that Merula and Paige shared a dormitory together. She was used to seeing the self proclaimed best witch of Hogwarts. Merula even would give her treats from time to time, when she wasn't busy terrorizing the school. A soft meow was the only reaction Hestia gave as Merula entered the compartment fully, sliding the door shut behind her. She didn't care what Ismelda was doing. "I don't have friends," Merula told Zelda with an eye roll.

"You don't have to say that twice," Paige grumbled. She was a bit annoyed that Hestia hadn't hissed at Merula as well - she wanted to have a united front here. But she supposed it was probably better for her cat and Merula to get along. She didn't want to know what Merula might do to an animal that she didn't like. "If you're looking for Barnaby, he isn't here," she added. She had heard a rumor last year that Merula and Ismelda had a crush on him.

"Relax, Atwell, I'm not interested in your man," Merula said, staring at Zelda as she spoke. "My summer was great, thanks. Parents got locked up in fucking Azkaban, so that was bloody brilliant. My aunt's wicked though - she got me dueling lessons from a professional."

"Great, more things for you," Paige rolled her eyes. "Did you just come in here to brag? Since we have an entire year of living together again, so you really don't need to get a head start on that."

"I thought you'd want to know, Atwell - my tutor's a Curse-Breaker. Pureblood, went here to Hogwarts and all with Snape," Merula boasted. "Y've seen all the awards for Patricia Rakepick right? That's her. She's rad."

A small part of Paige was jealous. Curse-Breaking was supposed to be her thing, but then that tosser in Ravenclaw was trying to steal it from her. And if Merula was getting interested in that as well, she was going to raise hell. This was the year that they started getting career counseling with Snape - the year she would finally be able to declare her intended path in life. "Maybe I'll have to invite her to come to an event - since I am captain of the dueling club," Paige snapped, trying to recover her wounded ego.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🗡️ Megan Pendragon 🗡️
Location: Oak Park
Skills: N/A
Megan sighed slightly, seeing that the ginger one seemed to think that she was behind all of these letters. She had been bullied a fair bit growing up due to her last name, given that it was a popularized surname for the house of King Arthur. "Pendragon is the surname my birth parents gave me," Megan corrected her. "If you think that's funny, I s'pose you ought to laugh at everyone with the name Potter in the world, too." She at least appreciated that the curly haired girl realized that Megan wasn't behind all of these letters. The sirens in the distance told her that the police were almost here - that was to be expected, since Megan had been the one to call them in the first place.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as Merlin told them all the truth - or at least, his version of it. She wasn't so closed minded as to believe that only this life was real and valid. She had seen Merlin throw a fireball. She remembered him vaguely from her childhood. And yes, her given name was Pendragon, just like in the stories but... She wasn't certain. Yet there wasn't much time for her to be indecisive. Her phone rang and she pulled it out, seeing her brother on the caller ID. "I've got to take this. If you don't want to be questioned as a witness, I'd advise you leave. This is an active crime scene," she told the others. She walked a little ways off, making sure to stand in plain sight where the police would see her. She didn't know what she would tell them yet.

"Hullo?" she said, answering the phone.
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