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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 12, 2007 18:03:07 GMT -5
Nodding quickly, he stepped forwards even as someone else burst through the door. Seeing a whispy string form into a dragon, he allowed himself to be distracted momentarily. "Validus lumos," he muttered, the moment passing. The light emitted from his wand was more powerful than usual, lighting up the corners of the room. His eyes quickly adjusted to the light and he saw Alessandro howl in an unearthly voice, shying away from the patronus before him.
Dylan remained confused, followed by slightly alarmed as his dormmate approached quickly, beginning to beg even as his wand arm was tugged desperately. Responding immediately, he knew that D'rorah was the only person in the room he could trust. Alessandro's raving attempted to convince him otherwise, and no such thing could do so. "Clarus," he muttered, the beam of light from his wand brightening significantly.
He attempted to pull away from the Ravenclaw boy as quickly as possible, taking a step backwards and moving to release the hold Alessandro had on his robes.
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Oct 12, 2007 19:18:29 GMT -5
Wysteria responded by chanting along with Drorah. She was hoping the other shadow warriors would come to help, since Alessandro was being overtaken by something mroe frightening than Wyst could have imagined. Looking over at Dylan, she tried to think of some sort of spell that would help him...but had no such luck. She didn't want to harm Alessandro, but perhaps if she could just subdue him for a bit they could get a the creature easier. She could feel Alessandro fighting against it, but he was losing himself by the second. Her hands reached instinctively for the stakes held inside her robes. She knew that damaging Alessandro would also damage the creature, but her stomach became queasy thinking about hurting her Elemental Master. But Wyst knew that Alessandro could heal from a wound, and that the evil thing would need more damage than the chanting would provide. In an instant, she drew the silver stake from inside her robes and threw it at Alessandro, stabbing him squarely in the back. (OOC: you can totally un-godmod this if you want. But I think some g-modding is necessary in things like this since we can't just assume all the characters would block an attack. Like I said though, it's up to you
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 12, 2007 23:28:55 GMT -5
His futile attempts to get Dylan to help him were cast off by his conjuring of a bright light that illuminated every corner and crevasse of the room. He stumbled backwards as he was shaken off by him. He began to grow dark again, his eyes being swallowed in blackness, his veins popping out all over his face and body.
He drew his arm up as if he were to inflict harm unto Dylan, but before he could do anything, he felt a searing pain explode into his vessel's back. He threw his head back and opened his mouth wide releasing a very loud and blood curdling scream. He fell to his knees as he breathed heavily, his left arm twisted in a very unnatural manner and reached around behind himself and gripped the silver stake.
In one swift motion, he yanked it out of his back, spilling Alessandro's blood everywhere.
"You FOOL!" he cried. "You would damage your own to cast me out?" He whirled around looking more savage and angry than ever. He took one step toward Wysteria and stumbled. He was brought to his knees as he found the body was losing strength. "What's...this...." He coughed. He glared up at Wysteria and the rest. "I will not.....leave....this shell...." He growled as he was now on his hands and knees losing energy quickly as Alessandro was losing blood.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 12, 2007 23:43:09 GMT -5
D'rorah approached Alessandro's form as he slumped to the ground. Wysteria's move to stab him with a stake had certainly caught her by surprise, but it seemed to be helping. She beckoned for Wysteria to join her as she placed her hands on each side of his head, her chant increasing in volume as she fought to drive out the darkness that was threatening to take control of him. She was relieved that Dylan had not questioned her silent directive to produce light. The whole situation seemed very odd. As she and Wysteria continued the chant, the light in the room began to pulse. Dien's patronus snorted and wrapped itself around the cluster of people, holding them together with a ring of shimmery patronus light. Wishing the others would respond to her call for help, she hoped they would be strong enough to drive out this darkness quickly.
(ooc: I know I did some god-modding... I can change it if you like... but I'm hoping this is all positive god-modding)
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Post by doppelganger on Oct 13, 2007 8:43:05 GMT -5
((Nah, it's perfectly alright.))
As Dien's patronus wrapped around them, Professor Serlaen aimed his wand at the possessed boy and a bright light appeared at the tip. "D'rorah, what happened here?" he asked, frowning with a furrowed brow. He noticed a pool of blood forming under the young man. His eyes widening, he quickly summoned a medical kit from the room and hesitantly asked, "Were you outside of the forest, disobeying," he coughed, "direct orders not to be?"
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 13, 2007 21:05:07 GMT -5
His voice shredded into a thousand cries of darkness as D'rorah subdued him, drawing a tightly wound circle of light around him. There was no escape, he knew he was done for. His only regret that he had failed his mistress in returning with Dee, or anyone. His host body was losing strength, losing life via the newly made hole in his back courtesy of a silver stake.
He growled as he began to see flashes of brilliant light, fighting its way into his, Alessandro's, mind, trying to purge the evil shadow from within.
"Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparat bellum!" The shadow spat at D'rorah as her chants inspired Wysteria to join in. He threw back his head and let out a loud cry of pain. The light was searing. Alessandro's body began to grow cold to the touch and the shadow inside began to grow weary.
"Habeas Corpus...." The shadow sighed. There was a rush of air as all the blackness, and darkness that dwelled inside of him was expelled through his mouth as a giant cloud of evil that hovered above them, twisting and churning. As it was expelled, the faint screams of innocents being tortured by darkness was heard, and then Alessandro's body fell limp, the only blackness left in his eyes being his pupils.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 13, 2007 22:14:20 GMT -5
D'rorah watched as the creature within Alessandro writhed within him, "Aut vincere aut mori," she replied darkly. As the darkness was finally expelled, she continued to hold the light around it. Her intent was to destroy the creature completely, lest it possess someone else or even return to Alessandro after he was recovered from his physical injuries. She lifted her voice in a new chant, leaving, not willing to release the creature. She was concerned for Alessandro, of course, but she would not simply allow this creature to retreat. She would destroy it now that it had vacated Alessandro. The others could tend to him in the meantime. She wished, at that moment, that she was free to meld to shadow form and confront the dark creature directly. However, doing so would be far too taxing on her own hold of her emotions and would risk corruption for her with Mordred gone.
She flourished her wand as she continued the new chant, causing the light to contract around them, pinning the darkness in even more. A cold gleam came to her eyes in anticipation of the imminent destruction of the creature that had plagued Alessandro.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 13, 2007 22:56:36 GMT -5
The shadow was bound tightly within the circle of light Dee was commanding around it. It began to take on a more defined humanoid form as it met its last moments on this plane. Hearing the latin words she had thrust at him, he screeched out a final response of his own.
"Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret!" The sound of its true voice sounding so ungodly and unnatural, it made the hairs stand up on those who heard it speak.
Alessandro continued to lay there, completely unmoving in a pool of his own blood. He wasn't dead, thankfully, he was in a state of near death, and looked almost like an inferius in the glow of the lights above.
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Oct 13, 2007 23:27:04 GMT -5
Wysteria saw the shadow finally leave Alessandro's blood body, its last words resonating in her head like the remnants of a horrible dream. She shook her head, trying to get the words away from her. As she peered down at Alessandro, the adrenaline which had pumped through her and allowed her to hurt her Elemental Master began to drain from her. Her face went white as she replayed what she had done in her head; Wyst was so concerned for the safety of the others and of ridding the shadow, she had barely given a second thought to throwing the stake. That idea disturbed her now.
"Alessandro!" she cried, running over to his palid body. She whipped out her wand and turned over his body so his wound was exposed. It was deep...Wysteria's stomach churned at the sight of the gaping wound in her friend's back. There was so much blood; images of Jeffrey's body went through her mind, but she pushed them out of her mind.
Placing her wand directly on the wound, she performed a special healing spell that began to seal the stab wound slowly. The enchantment sounded like a soft singing that echoed through the room that was no eerily quiet. She continued the chant until she was sure the wound had stopped bleeding. Wyst turned Alessandro over slowly and took his head in her hands.
"How do you feel?" she said softly. "I'm so sorry if you felt that...I didn't know any other way. You'll be alright though. I threw it so it didn't hit any major organs or arteries. We just need some healing potion and you'll be fine. You'll be fine." she said it twice, hoping that Alessandro wouldn't be angry at her for her act.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 15, 2007 1:25:38 GMT -5
Alessandro's eyes were vacant as Wyst was shaking him, apologizing for the damage she'd done. As he had let go, and sacrificed complete control over his body to the dark creature, he was forced deep down into his psyche. The stake to the back had caused severe trauma and sent him into a state of shock as he had lost a large amount of blood.
As she spoke, she sounded like she was a million miles away. Everything did. He was coming to slowly, and began to regain feeling in his toes, legs, torso, and so on and so forth. He was breathing slowly, but steadily and suddenly the pain kicked in. The horrible pain of having pure, pointed silver bury itself in his back. He clenched his jaw and his eyes fluttered, tears spewing down the sides of his face as he realized where he was and who was holding his head in her hands.
He turned his head away from her as he felt a deepened shame accompanying the residual pain from his now healed wound, and the pain from the overall experience. He had let himself be overcome with darkness, he was weak. He had failed his team, and betrayed them to someone he didn't even know.
He was at a loss for words at the moment as he felt he didn't deserve this reprieve.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 15, 2007 21:47:17 GMT -5
D'rorah waited until the Dark creature had finally dissipated into nothingness, leaving behind only a small puff of Shadow Dust as a testimony to its existence. She began a collection chant, pulling a small leather pouch from a pocket inside the left sleeve of her robe. When she had finished, she turned her attention to Alessandro and Wysteria. Relieved to see that he had been quickly healed, she debated whether to stay or remain at the moment. His feelings were written across his face all too clearly.
She opened her mouth to speak, her voice much quieter than it had been during her chant. "Mister Darko, you were under the control of another creature. No one here blames you for what has happened. Darkness is a clever foe," she added. With that, without another word of explanation to the others, she turned to head from the room, to leave Wysteria and Alessandro to clean up the emotional aftermath while she meditated to maintain her own hold on her emotions. She would continue to fight for as long as she could, Elemental Master or no... but to do so would require tremendous effort on her part. Crossing the corridor to the Elemental Wind chamber, she sat on the ground and began tediously clearing her own mind.
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Oct 16, 2007 1:09:09 GMT -5
Wysteria watched Drorah leave for a few moments; her friends seemed more worn-down as of late. No doubt the disappearance of the Elemental Master was not good for her mental state, and Wyst reminded herself that she would need to speak with Drorah about that issue. She had a few ideas about what might help, but they were only thoughts...
She turned her attention back the Alessandro. Guilt, fear, shame, anger, and grief washed over her at once. It was hard to find any pure emotion in the mix, since all her thoughts were feeding into each other and canceling one another out at the same time. She swallowed hard, forcing herself not to cry or show signs of anything that could be interpreted as self-pity. Wyst was more concerned for him than anything else.
"She's right, you know," she said, brushing a few pieces of stray hair out of his eyes. She was almost afraid to touch him, as if doing so would reactivate whatever had possessed him earlier.
"You had no control over what you were doing. You weren't you , and we all knew it. Do you think I would...do what I did if I thought you were able to stop yourself? Trust me, I'll remember that stake going into your back for much longer than anything the demon said or did while possessing you," she said, her eyes beginning to water as her voice got thicker. A hard lump in her throat prevented her from saying anything else.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 16, 2007 1:25:48 GMT -5
Alessandro's face screwed up as if he were about to bawl. He clamped his eyes shut, tears were already streaming down his face. He sucked in a lot of air as he sat up and fought off the urge to bawl like a baby. He straightened out his facial expression to that of a solemn one and turned to Wysteria. His eyes were glassy and red, but at least they were their normal gray-green hue, and not solid black.
His face was badly scratched up, hair a mess, and his uniform had seen better days. He stared straight into her eyes, not transmitting a message, but more like speaking without words. His tears had stopped but lingered on his cheeks with a chilling sensation. He felt that Wysteria was experiencing some grief concerning his situation. He reached out a bruised hand and squeezed her hand fiercely as if to say "Thank you..."
He stood up and walked over to the wall where a door had appeared. The room recognized Alessandro's presence and desire to leave the room, so it had acquiesced to his need. He gulped down the lump in his throat as it had been preventing him from speaking for the moment as he turned to face his Shadow Warrior, looking at him from her spot on the floor where she had revived him.
"I...." He croaked out. That feeling came rushing back with the lump in his throat in tow. "Thank you..." He left quickly before he could allow himself to break down. He was very weak and made his way slowly toward the stairs leading down to Ravenclaw tower. He was eager to sleep, now being purged of his malady.
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