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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Dec 16, 2008 19:33:26 GMT -5
Wysteria observed Keaira's hesitation with the orb, how her hands were not so quick to pull it out and give it to her as she pulled Zane's hand away. She thought his attempt at a buffer was humorous at best and insulting at worst. Honestly, did he really think that two such opinionated women would let him intercede with something as important as this? Wysteria reached out her hand, taking care to do her motions slowly since very slow to her would be normal speed for most mortals--one more annoying consequence of being undead. As she placed her fingers on the orb she felt it send small shock through her body, although she was not aware if Keaira felt it as well so she kept her face still as if nothing happened. Wysteria did not want her to ask questions about something that was hers. Keaira had already taken enough.
She reached back from Keaira's hand, taking the orb with her and setting it down in front of her on the table. She smiled; it felt like a small part of herself was now returned. Her Elemental Master had died to give her this orb, and she knew instantly that no matter what happened to her the orb would be safe. She would never let it out of her sight. Wysteria, though her emotions would appear burried to everyone like before, now had true purpose. She had a task and something to focus her energy toward. She must find a new Elemental Master, as painful as that idea sounded to her now as she gazed at the orb she knew it was necessary. And she would be a proper Shadow Warrior when that day came. She would not hide out in the forest and hide because she was fearful of her own embarrassment that he migt be afraid of what he found. After all, the Elemental Master and Shadow Warriors were fated to be joined, so it would follow that he wouldn't be as repulsed by her as she may have imagined Alessandro would have been. Wysteria's brow crinkled as she began to feel regret; an emotion that felt very, very odd to a vampire. It took a great deal of thought and pushing to get herself to feel it, and once she did she was shocked by how uncomfortable it made her. . She began to get sick to her stomach and quickly forced the memories and emotions back, back, back until she no longer felt nauseous.
After a few small seconds, she noticed the fire contained in the orb beginning to change. Less of a random burning, a pattern emerged in the swirling orange and red as if it became calm and happy to be with its rightful owner. Wysteria tilted her head to the side, curious if it would change again or remain a steady spiral. The orb also became warmer, and...did she see a hand? She blinked once, but then controlled her reaction and did not move any other part of her face or body to show she had witnessed an irregularity in the orb. Wysteria made a mental note to discuss this with D'rorah, who would probably know some reason why she might see this in the orb.
"The training will be good for those who are as of yet unskilled," she said, taking her eyes away from the orb and looking at those who had yet to train in China. "I know a few channels that were watched at the time of my abduction, so I will inform you all when the time comes. I am unsure if this information has changed, but I doubt serious changes would be made since that would compromise their security. I suggest avoiding the trains since that is well known to both wizards and muggles: they have been watching them for some time now as I'm sure you're aware."
Her eyes moved around the room once more, trying to determine who was made the most uncomfortable by her presence and who was appearing to adjust. Caitlin appeared more curious than fearful to her, but still had a dose of uncertainty. Katherine was intrigued and did not not show any real apprehension; a strange reaction for such a young girl. Keaira and Zane were...as to be expected. Zane either had his face terse or awkwardly suave like he was trying to appear calm. Bryan looked confused almost to the point of being angry, and Susan was more focused on D'rorah but still gave Wysteria a wary glance from time to time, unsure if she had been given the whole story perhaps? She knew that she would need to observe them closely since she was out of practice with social graces. She wanted them to look at least somewhat comfortable before she asked her next question.
"This may not be a pertinent time, forgive me, but I think it is important information for all those assembled here. Where do you believe the safest part of the castle is for me, D'rorah? I would assume the Room of Requirement, but I did not want to assume so since you know the castle much better than I." Wysteria waited patiently for the answer, her hands placed protectively over the orb.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Dec 25, 2008 16:16:31 GMT -5
D'rorah watched the exchange between Keaira and Wysteria, thankful that it went without event. Emotions were running so high at the moment, and the air practically tingled with confusion and mixed emotions and a jangle of thoughts that it seemed as though sparks were falling all around a powder keg. At least one potential disaster had been averted. D'rorah noticed the slightest crinkle in Wysteria's brow as she placed the orb on the table and wondered what emotions might be behind it. Almost as fascinating was the way the orb's glow changed, she pulled her eyes away from it as Wysteria began to speak again. "[blue]Transportation is a difficult issue, and one which we will plan and consider carefully before anyone leaves,[/blue]" she replied in response to Wysteria's remark that the trains were being watched. That discussion was a whole meeting in and of itself... they had dealt with enough tonight. It would be best to push the complicated issues like China to another day when they had all slept properly and weren't dealing with the death of a friend anyway. "[blue]I believe it is imperative that your presence here remains secret for as long as possible,[/blue]" she went on after D'rorah had asked where she should stay. "[blue]The fact that you were able to live in the forest for as long as you means suggests to me that Dark Phoenix is unaware of that fact that you are not, in fact, dead. I believe it is to our advantage to perpetuate that artifice for as long as we can... every surprise we are able to maintain will ultimately make our position stronger whenever we finally face the Mage and her forces in whatever lies ahead. So yes, I believe the Room of Requirement will be the safest place for you... and I can much more easily supply you here than I was able to in the Forbidden Forest.[/blue]" She looked around to the others. "[blue]For tonight, I believe we will all serve ourselves best by getting whatever sleep we are able. We must be prepared tomorrow to continue with our days as though nothing has happened. I know it will be difficult after this loss... but I have faith in all of you, and in your abilities to do what is best for our cause. For now, let us say our good nights so that tomorrow we may begin a new day.[/blue]" She down at Bryan, squeezing his shoulder lightly as she sent a thought to him. She had sensed through their connection his feeling of not belonging to the group. Like so many things amongst the Lightfighters, that is something that would have to change. [blue]You are not as alone as you feel you are...[/blue] she thought silently to him, allowing a small reassuring smile to grace her features for a moment. [blue] And, if all else fails, I am always here.[/blue] With that, she quietly began to make her way to Caitlin's chair... she had to find some way of bringing her out of her internal pit of suffering after Mallan's death. D'rorah only hoped it wasn't too late to begin building the bridge she should have built months ago. Raising her voice above the general din. "[blue]I will be here for the remainder of the evening for anyone who wishes to speak with me privately... about anything you may wish to speak about. As I said before, you are all very important to me. And though I may have seemed inapproachable in the past, I hope to change that as we all move forward together.[/blue]" Reaching Caitlin, she lowered her voice and lightly touched her shoulder. "[blue]Caitlin, if you have a moment... we should talk...[/blue]" she said quietly. {ooc: anyone who wants to stay and talk to Dee, we should post out in separate threads. I think it's about time to wrap this one. I believe Mister Darko is ready to begin staging his return, and he can't really do that if we're all still stuck on the night he disappeared ... and I figure not everyone will come to talk to her tonight. So, if you decide that you want a post with me for a later day, just let me know and we'll get it started.}
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Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
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Post by Susan Matthews on Dec 26, 2008 14:00:51 GMT -5
It took her by surprise at the slam of Wysteria’s fists against the hard table in front of them all. Susan was surprised the piece of furniture hadn’t snapped down the middle with the force the vampire had exerted on it, and she seemed to feel no pain from it either; her pain came from another source. Zane’s reaction occurred nearly simultaneously as Susan watched from across the table as Caitlin’s prefect pin was swiftly tugged from her robes and molded into a dagger that fit easily into Zane’s hand. Before action could be taken, however, Wysteria seemed to have calmed herself down. Susan looked guiltily at the shoulder of her shirt where the stained blood remained from earlier in the night, knowing the source of Wysteria’s discomfort. She tugged lightly on the cotton fabric, wishing the stain would disappear before returning her hand to its place at her side.
Choosing not to breathe, Susan imagined must be highly uncomfortable and yet Wysteria managed, moving on to the next order of business. When Wysteria first mentioned the orb, Susan was unaware of its meaning or purpose. She watched the exchange of the orb between Keaira and Wysteria curiously, admiring the furious flames concentrated at the center as the item was transferred from the Shadow Warrior of Metal to its rightful owner the Shadow Warrior of Fire. Susan watched, saying nothing and all the while wondering what the orb of Earth looked like and where it was and if she was supposed to know the answers to all of these questions that had just arisen.
She began listening again as D’rorah claimed the floor, setting a close to their meeting. It seemed at last they had been dismissed. She released her grip from the seat of her chair gently, feeling her knuckles crack with the extended strength put into a rather stupid act now that she thought about it. Her fingers would ache later tonight that much she could tell. Now she gently flexed each of her fingers and began to rub her hands gently against each other as she rose from her seat. Susan walked slowly, coming to a stop just to the side of Bryan. “You want to walk up together?” she asked her fellow Gryffindor, dropping her hands to her sides, and curling her toes, anticipating the cold stone floor outside of the Room of Requirement. She smiled softly to Bryan, practicing for tomorrow and the days to come, to continue as nothing had happened. And looking at Bryan the smile was real.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Dec 27, 2008 10:55:27 GMT -5
Caitlin was relieved to see that Keaira did hand over the orb as asked, albeit with a pause between the request and response. She allowed the tension to release from her body and averted her gaze back to her feet now she was happy that the danger was over. She really didn’t like that feeling – the worry that something bad could happen at any moment, and it was entirely plausible that she would be able to do nothing about it. Unfortunately, it seemed she would probably have to get used to it. That was the kind of thing people got used to in a... war. The word was bitter even in her own head. She didn’t want to fight, but couldn’t deny the cause and the knowledge that the lightfighters couldn’t do with another person missing from their numbers.
The orb was certainly beautiful, she pondered, distracting herself from unpleasant realities. There was no mistaking it for anything but the orb of fire, and she wondered if all the others would be so distinctive. She had no idea where the orb of water was, and no one to hand it over to if she even did find it. Had Gat had it before his death? She had never actually seen the boy again after finding out she was a Shadow Warrior, but if he had found it, did that mean Dark Phoenix now had possession of it? If so, then how were they supposed to get it back? But it was no use thinking in that vein – she would have to ask D’rorah if she knew whether Gat had found the orb at some point.
As far as she could make out, the best way to travel to China would be via plane – a muggle method that would be very difficult to monitor due to the intense security at airports, but relatively fast. But even so, she still didn’t want to go there. She listened partially to the conversation about where Wysteria would stay, taking in enough that she knew what she needed to. Although sleep was mentioned, she doubted she would get any more tonight. It was hard enough to get restful sleep normally, and with everything that had happened would be all but impossible now.
Seeing movement she glanced up to see Dee making her way around the circle of chairs in her direction, but was not expecting the Ravenclaw to stop right next to her. She turned in her seat so she was mostly facing D’rorah and shrugged at the request, not sure what else she would be doing tonight anyway. ”Sure.” A nagging worry started up about what this would be about. More about fighting, more like what Zee had been saying? How she needed to get over her anti-fighting stance and just get on with it like everyone else? Biting her lip a little, her eyes fell to stare behind D’rorah at the walls of the room and the doors that covered them, waiting for her to speak again.
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Dec 28, 2008 5:29:11 GMT -5
It was true that Bryan was confused with most of what was going on in that moment. He had been apart of the group for so little of a time that he still possessed only the elementary version of what was going on. Unlike many of the people seated around the table, Bryan had not been involved in any fighting, in previous meetings, and just in previous problems. During those moments, Bryan had still been blissfully unaware of the shadow wars and light fighters. There had been other elemental masters of wind during those moments that he had not been needed. Now, it had come to Bryan through the process of elimination, as heartless as its sounds. So, there was little wonder why the Gryffindor would find much of the meeting a bit confusing, but Bryan was not angry over what he didn't know. It was still quite new that such an emotion had not had time to set root yet. Instead, curiosity was the one that held high in the boy.
He kept silent because he had nothing to say, but his ears were open taking things in with an intrigued air. The night had produced far more information that the Gryffindor had imagined and now he he would have sort through it all. However, that was for later as the here and now was the meeting and the tension between the two Shadow Warriors. Fire and Metal. Elements one would almost think would be friendly, as fire helped to mold the metal. Yet, fire also could destroy metal with its heat so perhaps animosity could not quite be dismissed. The moment felt as if it wanted to drag on, the actions between the two young women was slow yet when it was over it seemed it had happened in a few seconds.
Like a few people, Bryan found his gaze drawn to the small orb that represented elemental fire. He could just make out the dancing flames inside the small orb. However, Bryan's gaze did not remain upon the little ball of trapped fire, or so it appeared to Bryan, before shifting to its new protector as she spoke. And with a single question, the attention had shifted to a new shadow warrior, and Bryan's gaze rested on the table before him -- he decided he wasn't going to cock his head to try and look at D'rorah behind him -- his gaze sometimes shifting to look back at the orb of fire.
As the older Ravenclaw closed her speech to those assembled, Bryan was about ready to make to leave when he felt the squeeze at his shoulder. He turned his head to glance up at D'rorah catching the slight smile from her as the thoughts entered his mind. I know, [/color] he returned, it just takes time ... this is still all so new and I just feel I'm missing so much as I wasn't around.[/color] He returned her smile with a soft one of his own and a shrug had followed the end of his thought. Bryan was not one to let his temper to get ahead of him, but rather to think a bit more rationally. But then, he had often times been more of a thinker than talker. His attention turned to the rest of the group when D'rorah addressed them again. When she moved off to talk to Caitlin, Bryan stood up from his chair as Susan came over to him. He looked at her and returned her smile. "Sure,"[/color] he answered her. The night had been stressful for almost everyone present and Bryan was sure that the coming days would probably follow a similar pattern, but there was still friendships in the room and it had to count for something. At least Bryan thought so when he felt the smile Susan had directed to him did not seem force but natural. He glanced briefly at those assembled to see if anyone one else had anything to say before he motioned to Susan for them to go.[/size][/blockquote]
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Dec 29, 2008 20:43:01 GMT -5
Overwhelming relief overruled any annoyance Zee felt as the orb was handed over. Ironically, Wysteria's general heartlessness bothered him. Still that was far overshadowed by how glad he was that he and his Shadow Warrior had not been torn to shreds. Something else that relief eclipsed was his joy at the orb of fire being out of Keaira's possession. That was far more deliberate however. He didn't want Keaira to pick up on his glee to have another piece of Darko taken from her, so he buried it under his general relief. Their fingers already interlaced, he stood and pulled Keaira into a tight embrace. He hadn't intended on showing much affection at the meeting in an effort to be sensitive to Wyseria's feelings, which were unknown to him. Her blatant animosity however had, for the moment, quashed any such desire to be kind. Though his eyes remained on the girl in his arms and he gave no indication of paying any heed to the vampire's words. He'd have liked to actually ignore them, but knew that would be unwise.
Once more Zee had to restrain a groan from escaping as Wysteria suggested she remain in the Room of Requirement, and cursed silently to himself as D'rorah agreed. He spent quite a bit of time in that room training, something he would enjoy much less in the future it seemed. Still, all in all this had been a far more favorable meeting than he'd anticipated, and though he knew she hadn't done so for him by any means, he was grateful to the dark creature for relieving Keaira of the orb. Thus, even though he muttered bitterly and focused his thoughts on being unhappy about her new home, it was all done in an attempt to further obfuscate his delight.
"Lovely."
As they were then more or less dismissed, Zee didn't bother sitting down again, instead moving silently for the door, pulling Keaira along behind him. No farewells were given, a further embellishment to add to his faux bad mood. Though exhausted, he knew there would be no sleep for him tonight. However violent his emotional rollercoaster had been this night, it couldn't compare with Keaira's. She needed sleep more desperately than he, and he would thus remain awake, guarding her from her own subconscious. It would give him time to think in privacy anyway, a commodity he planned to exploit to the fullest.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Dec 30, 2008 23:29:03 GMT -5
With the orb out of her hands and into Wysteria’s, Keaira felt the last of her desire to be in the room with these people drained from her body. That was the last drop and now, she was empty, and nothing would be enough to keep her in the room any longer. Her eyes lingered on the orb, as its fiery chaos slowed and seemed to calm. Sometime during the changing swirls, Keaira felt Zane’s arms wrap around her body. It was supposed to be comforting, to be in the arms of someone that you love. But tonight, any comfort that might have been gained seemed to slip out like heat though an open window.
She sighed, and rested her head against the small of his neck, and pulled her arms up and around his waist. Snuggling closer to him, she hoped to chase away the cold and empty feeling that was so prominent in her being right now. Yet, no matter how close she tried to get, it seemed she was to fail. The words that were spoken meant nothing to Keaira, and as such she only faintly took in things. Wysteria staying in the Room of Requirements, that was an idea that Keaira wholly hated. Keaira was in this room every Saturday evening, and there would be no chance in hell that she would willingly share the room while she was training with a vampire. If Wysteria was staying here, Keaira would either find a new place to train, or simply choose not to. Either choice seemed to be slightly dangerous to say the least, but she was adamant on not spending any more time in the same room as that vile creature than she had to. Keaira wasn’t sure what disgusted her more, the fact that Wysteria was trying to keep her humanity within her reach, or that fact that the woman survived off of the blood of others. Either way Keaira felt certain that the girl before them didn’t deserve to be the guardian of this particular fragment of light… Wysteria was after all by definition, a creature of darkness.
Zane’s response seemed to sum things up nice enough for both of them as Keaira offered no further words. She simply began walking, and when they reached the door, she opened it and passed though it with no heed for any of the others. After leaving the room, she kept walking, putting as much distance as she could between herself and the other woman. At first she had no direction, thinking of just aimlessly walking until she felt better. But as she neared the prefects’ bathroom, she slowed. They couldn’t really leave their brooms in there… could they? Without stopping to explain or even to find out if Zane would follow her, Keaira turned into the bathroom after muttering the password quickly. She traversed the room, without a word, until she was standing next to the broom engraved with her name, right next to the window.
Her fingers slightly trailed along the engraving on the handle as she mused over several things all at once. One of which was how good it would feel to simply throw the window open and jump out of it once more, and then see how quickly she could get the broom under her and fly away. Her hand tightened around the wood just below her name, and she took a single step closer to the window. For a few moments all she thought was that she needed some air, and a chance to clear her head… preferably alone.
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