Kerridon Paradox
Ravenclaw
[blue]6th Year Ravenclaw[/blue]
One loss locked me in the heart of misery... but you had the key to set me free
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Post by Kerridon Paradox on Jan 7, 2009 18:51:10 GMT -5
Kerridon was slightly impressed by the certainty with which D’rorah said she would find Dylan, knowing that there was no way of knowing what the outcome would be. Whether she truly thought she would, or was just saying it to reassure Susan, it sounded convincing. He did hope that she was right, because the lightfighters were weak enough in comparison already without another loss. Not just to their numbers, but the likely effect it would have on morale if another person died so soon after Alessandro. That itself must have had a profound impact on them all. But if he had disappeared... the likeliness of him coming back seemed minimal, from what he knew of what usually happened to those of Dark Phoenix’s enemies who went missing with none or little trace.
He said nothing as the pair continued their talk, although there wasn’t really much more to be said. Write to Dylan’s mother, be aware of any strange feelings that might be communication... That confirmed to him that Susan was the Shadow Warrior of Earth, Dylan’s partner, if her reaction to his disappearance had not already done that. He knew the lightfighters, but not their individual positions or relationship dynamics except for what he had experienced and seen for himself.
[blue]”Of course,”[/blue] he replied to D’rorah’s short address to him, although he doubted he would find anything. The hope, to him, seemed bleak. However he did think back to when the last time had been when he had seen the younger Ravenclaw. A class, he finally concluded, one in which D’rorah had also been in attendance. No information there then. She would have been paying much more attention to the boy than him. He was a little surprised by Susan’s confession that she was afraid, not quite understanding why she would tell them that weakness. He didn’t dwell on it though, because a few moments later the Gryffindor had left.
He turned to D’rorah, taking one step towards the door as he did so and noting her appearance. The deadness of her expression just made her look even more tired, as did her even paler skin. [blue]”Are you coming?”[/blue] he asked, motioning towards the door. She really should, but he wasn’t sure if she would or if she might just stay up here for the rest of the night.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jan 17, 2009 10:27:31 GMT -5
D'rorah nodded her thanks as Kerridon agreed to notify her as soon as he heard anything. Hopefully, his connections with Dark Phoenix would mean that he would hear quickly if Dylan were being held by Dark Phoenix or her allies so that perhaps there would be some hope of rescuing him. She returned her gaze to Susan as she admitted her fear. She couldn't offer the classic words of reassurance, that everything would be alright. There was a strong possibility that such a statement would turn out to be a blatant lie. But then, it seemed the statement warranted a response of some sort. And, she had resolved to herself just the night before to be more understanding and accessible to the other lightfighters. In truth, she was frightened as well... of what would happen to her if Dylan were really gone--dead. Where would she find the strength to hold the others together through yet another loss? And so soon after losing Alessandro?
"[blue]Your fear is understandable,[/blue]" she replied quietly. "[blue]However, it cannot be allowed to affect our ability to find Dylan.[/blue]" She watched Susan's retreating figure, feeling herself rooted in place. She looked at Kerridon blankly as she turned to her and asked if she was coming, the question itself feeling too far away for her mind to grasp.
After a few moments, she finally parted her lips to speak. "[blue]I...[/blue]" she trailed off. The word felt wrong somehow. How could there be an I when part of her was missing? She could feel herself tumbling into a well, a dark black hole away from the rest of the world. Surreptitiously, out of instinct, some part of her reacted, bringing the heel of her shoe down upon the toe of her other foot underneath the canopy of her robes. The feeling, dull at first, finally cut through to her consciousness, causing her to shake her head slightly. "[blue]Yes, of course[/blue]" she replied finally. It took sheer force of will and discipline to keep herself in the present. Part of her wanted to rush off on a rescue mission. throwing herself blindly into whatever might have befallen Dylan... that was the part that hoped he was still alive and could be saved. That was the strongest part. Another part felt as though there could be no hope... Dylan could be anywhere--might even be dead already--and rushing off to rescue him would only take her away from where she was needed.
She mastered herself. She wouldn't allow her mind to consider that Dylan might already be dead. She could only force herself forward if she believed that he was still alive, still somewhere she might be able to save him. There would be plenty of time to indulge in grief later if it were warranted. She would have her whole life to nurse the pain of a broken heart. For now, there were things to be done and people who counted on her. Dylan, wherever he might be, would be counting on her as well to save him. And she would not shirk those obligations.
She suddenly stood a bit straighter. "[blue]Yes, of course,[/blue]" she replied again, her voice stronger. She squared her shoulders, and lifted her face slightly, regaining the posture that was classic D'rorah Philosophy... very formal and composed. Forcing herself to feel like herself, she turned to accompany Kerridon from the tower, bound for the common room to write letters to the Order of Light and begin the search.
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Kerridon Paradox
Ravenclaw
[blue]6th Year Ravenclaw[/blue]
One loss locked me in the heart of misery... but you had the key to set me free
Posts: 317
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Post by Kerridon Paradox on Jan 21, 2009 20:32:58 GMT -5
D’rorah’s blank look worried Kerridon a little, not to mention her apparent loss of the ability to talk coherently. She was not showing any sign of recovering soon either. He took a step back towards her when he registered a slight shift in her standing and paused. Sure enough, a few seconds later she was replying, although she didn’t seem quite conscious of her surroundings. She still looked as though she was a little but in a daze, caught up in her own thoughts, which was something he rarely saw with the older Ravenclaw. Usually she was so on top of things, always certain of what she was doing and generally ready. Obviously she was worried, and he felt a slight regret at what he thought was the inevitable fate of Dylan. He had too much experience of working for the Shadow Mage to hold much hope that the boy would still be alive or in good condition if he was really being held there, and that did seem the likeliest option.
He was a little relieved to hear her voice regain some conviction in her voice, with her normal poise restored. He turned and made his way from the Astronomy Tower top, holding the door open for D’rorah and heading to the fourth floor, keeping an eye and ear open for teachers. Since D’rorah was with him it shouldn’t be too much of an issue if anyone did come across them, but it would be much easier if they didn’t have to explain a reason for being up and about at this time.
It did not take long to get to the common room and Kerridon answered the riddle a few moments after it was given. Nothing too difficult – but then, they never were if you put logic to it. There was no one awake yet luckily, although in one corner he did notice a boy snoring with a book fallen onto the floor beside him. Kerridon turned back to D’rorah once more, taking in her appearance to see if she was still composed. [blue]”Do you require any assistance?”[/blue] he asked, assuming she would be beginning her search for Dylan immediately.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jan 25, 2009 16:30:38 GMT -5
As Kerridon asked if D'rorah required any assistance, she allowed her gaze to shift to the windows of the common room for a moment, assessing the level of light outside. In contrast to earlier, her gaze looked much more present, piercing and assessing. "[blue]It is too early yet to begin with the quidditch pitch. I will pen a letter to my contacts to see if they have any information and to begin a search.[/blue]" She returned her gaze to Kerridon, still looking as composed and determined as ever. Her eyes, though somewhat curiously dead from a lack of any hint of emotion, were nonetheless alive with intelligence and piercing observation.
"[blue]Thank you for your assistance. I shall continue from here on my own with setting a search into motion.[/blue]" She took a deep breath. "[blue]And perhaps, I shall devote some time to further composing myself before I appear in public,[/blue]" she added, already feeling annoyed and surprised with herself for the display she felt she must have put on in the tower. Most would call it shock, completely understandable given the circumstances. To D'rorah, however, it was inexcusable. Such emotional displays did not befit a leader, especially with so many other crises happening.
"[blue]Good day, Mister Paradox.[/blue]" With that, she turned and was bound for her dormitory. First, a quick letter to write, then a shower and beginning her search.
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Kerridon Paradox
Ravenclaw
[blue]6th Year Ravenclaw[/blue]
One loss locked me in the heart of misery... but you had the key to set me free
Posts: 317
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Post by Kerridon Paradox on Jan 26, 2009 14:12:47 GMT -5
Kerridon nodded sombrely in response, agreeing with what was said on all counts. He couldn’t really make his own enquiries among others who served Dark Phoenix without raising suspicion as to why he was asking, but there was always the chance he might hear a confirmation of the boy’s death... Kerridon didn’t intend to be so callous, but his reaction to the news of Dylan’s disappearance was normal; pessimistic. If the boy was still alive, that would be great for D’rorah, and the lightfighters in general – he still wasn’t used to classing himself as that yet, so it was a rather detached description – but as far as he was concerned, there was little hope.
He had seen countless victims over the years, either witnessing their deaths, being a direct part of it or just seeing the corpses after, and this was just another to add to that number. When he had first begun under the Mage’s service he had taken to counting how many dead bodies he could see each time he visited the Shadow Realm. A child’s game of sorts, although whether it had been to help him cope by reducing the bloody piles of skin and bone to numbers or if it had just been fascinating to him, he couldn’t recall. He was fairly sure though that at least a part of the reason for doing this had been being impressed by the power wielded by one who could do all this.
[blue]”Good day,”[/blue] he replied, turning to head up to his dormitory. He estimated that there would be just enough time to finish the notes he had been working on earlier before his roommates started to stir. The moment that happened, the notes and books would be hidden and he would be gone from the dormitory.
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