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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 26, 2008 2:24:51 GMT -5
D'rorah made her way out past the grounds quietly. She moved with an efficient step, not hurrying, but certainly not dallying either. After hearing strange things about students and others venturing into the Forest, she took it upon herself to investigate a bit and to keep a closer eye. Tonight was the first night she had actually ventured out near the Forest for that purpose... typically, she contented herself with watching from a distance, but tonight she needed to get away from the noise of the castle, to be alone. Every presence around her lately seemed to be a distraction. Ever since she had recovered her emotions, she could sense a tension around her... other students had certainly noticed the darkness dwelling within the Ravenclaw prefect and she could once again hear the rumour mill that had been so troublesome while she was at Falstaff's. It didn't matter much to her what others thought... but it would have been far more convenient to be able to blend better into the background--it would have been safer, anyway.
She shivered slightly beneath her clothes. Ever since the weeks of fighting against corruption, the cold seemed to come from outside as well as in. The darkness in her skin and eyes had faded along with the streaks of black in her hair. All she was left with now as a reminder were the wide streaks of grey hair throughout her blonde. She could almost feel, looking in the mirror, that she was growing old before her time. It wasn't supposed to be this way... Lightfighters who managed to survive death by the Mage normally lived far longer than normal witches and wizards... the timelines had always been so, mostly because it was efficient to keep trained Lightfighters about as long as possible. She wondered if that had changed, or if her internal age and weariness were merely a result of all the conflict going on right now. She could admit to herself that she pushed herself very hard... of course, she always had. Her father had passed along his workaholism to her... instilled it in her from a young age.
Not allowing any sign of her internal thinkings to show on her face, she reached the edge of the Forest and began walking about the perimeter slowly. All of her senses were alert for any sign that someone--or something--might be approaching. Over her heavy, modest robes she wore a heavier woolen cloak in an attempt to block out the cold of winter. Her boots padded lightly through the thinning layer of snow on the ground. It was nearly spring, but not everything had managed to thaw yet.
She paused, stopping in mid-step as another presence came to the edge of her awareness. She wasn't sure who it might be... it was definitely human, but not someone she was familiar with. She waited quietly to see who it might be, not wanting to probe this mind too deeply and reveal herself. It seemed to belong to someone who would be alert to such an intrusion. Of course, it could always be another foolish student, wandering close to the forest on a dare or a whim... those annoyed her the most. They were the ones who all too often required saving, which meant that the lives of Lightfighters were put in jeopardy for their stupidity. Hopefully, she would be able to stop this one before the foolishness became dangerous.
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Post by Silren Chalis on Jul 26, 2008 23:34:57 GMT -5
The morning began as usual; waking up around six o’clock in the morning, Silren sat up on her bed to find her tea and breakfast hot and waiting for her. She ate the breakfast casually, letting her body wake up slowly. As she was about to finish, she noticed a note on the edge of the tray that held the tea. Picking it up, she broke the blank seal to reveal a blank parchment. To Silren it was no surprise, she had received these letters many times before, but to anyone else they may have been perplexed. Raising the parchment to her mouth, Silren took a deep breath and exhaled onto the paper. Words slowly formed in an elegant handwriting she knew all too well. Here are the names of those you shall seek: D’rorah Philosophy, Shadow Warrior of Wind Zane Bishop, Elemental Master of Metal Keaira O’Connell, Shadow Warrior of Metal Alessandro Darko, Elemental Master of Fire A smile broke across Silren’s face; these were the names of her new targets. “The game begins,” Silren thought to herself. She had known she was sent to Hogwarts for a task but Dark Phoenix had kept it a secret from her until now. Looking at the paper for a few more minutes, she memorized all the names and their titles. A giggle escaped her lips at knowing that the only person in the school who knew what was happening was her. “Today is going to be a good day,” she said smiling to herself as she walked over to her wardrobe. Opening it, she pulled out a corset and dress along with a pair of boots. Before she had arrived at Hogwarts, Dark Phoenix had warned her that metal weapons were not to be used for the Elemental Master of Metal could use them against her. So, Silren had a fan and a few throwing daggers crafted for her. The daggers were made out of an emerald glass; they were light and easy to manipulate. Upon impact with a hard surface they would shatter leaving behind only a mess of glass as if someone dropped a random glass object. Her fan however, was quite unique. At first glance it looked like a normal emerald silk oriental fan made with emerald glass blades. The difference between this one and others was that, where the hand held the fan was a thumb groove, that when pushed, extended an additional set of emerald glass blades, these blades where masterfully sharpened and retractable. For its protection, the Unbreakable Charm was cast on it so that it did not shatter when it came in contact with denser materials or objects. Taking her weapons, Silren carefully hid the daggers among her outfit. Her wand she slid into a section of her corset and her fan she held in her left hand. Feeling the air around her, she noticed it was slightly cold and she had already planned to leave the castle anyhow and so pulled out a deep emerald green cloak rimmed with a dyed light emerald green fur, cast “Reducio” upon it, and tied it around her waist in the form of a sash. Fully dressed, Silren snatched the letter from the tray that held the remains of the tea and breakfast and headed out through the Slytherin Common Room. As she passed, she took a moment to glance around to make sure it was empty. Finding that it was she tossed the letter into the fire that was burning warmly in its place and remained watching as it burst into a black flame. When the remains were only ash, she turned towards the door, put up her occlumency shield, though her skill only prevented surface thoughts and conscious thoughts from being easily detected, and began her day. The beginning of the day contained mostly only the quiet swoosh of her silken dress as she moved. It had begun with a quick step and a small thrill of excitement but Silren quickly learned that she would have to find patience. “Not everything will be granted to you on a silver platter Silren,” Silren mentally quoted her grandmother. Her pace had slowed little by little throughout the day and now it was down to a casual walk. She had seen Alessandro and Keaira through her day but both of them were in situations that did not allow her to take action. As the day continued, she began to wonder where the other two were. Deciding to take a stroll outside to contemplate her situation and to create a plan, Silren hooked her fan to the bottom side of the corset, and unraveled her shrunk cloak from her waist and cast, “Engorgio,” upon it. After it returned its normal size, she flung it around and over her shoulders, clasping it with an emerald jeweled brooch. Making her way across the school grounds, Silren headed towards the Forbidden Forest. Walking along the forest’s edge, she felt a chill run across her chest from the fluttering breeze and grasped part of the cloak and threw it over her other shoulder so that the air no longer chilled her so. The forest was her mistress’ domain and held many creatures that most would fear. Silren kept her distance though she was not afraid; she had to maintain the façade that she was otherwise it would arise questions that she wished to avoid. As she walked, her boots sinking slightly into the soft dirt with each step, she began to wonder about the names on the list. One of them sounded familiar and after a moment of contemplation, Silren recalled why. “D’rorah was the woman in Ollivanders,” she remarked to herself. The woman was respectable in Silren’s eyes; a very controlled and secretive woman. “At least she will be a formidable challenge,” Silren chuckled to herself at the thought. Too many of her opponents had never seen her coming; a thought that brought a smile to her face that did not even come close to touching her eyes. She let a few memories of past fights come bubbling forth as she watched the Forbidden Forest. After a few minutes of enjoying the past, Silren rounded an edge of the forest and spotted a woman ahead. From the distance the only key feature aside from the outfit was the woman’s hair style. However, that was enough to give D’rorah away; no other woman at the school maintained her hair in such an inescapable manner. Luckily, she was alone. Making sure that her occlumency was up, Silren reached her senses out into the forest. “This shall be fun,” she thought to herself as she called upon the shadows in the forest. She knew that they would take a minute or so before arriving and so Silren took her time in approaching D’rorah. Of course, she would not have hurried for anyone other than Kerridon anyhow. As if the wind answered her call first, a gust blew a few of Silren’s curls of hair about and cast off the cloak that was around her shoulders. Not wishing to look like she was weak against the cold and sure that D’rorah could see her now as well, Silren casually reached for an edge of the cloak as if absent mindedly and threw it back across her shoulders to cover her exposed chest. Silren was also sure that a woman such as D’rorah would not entirely approve of her outfit and in a subconscious form, she actually wished respect from the woman ahead of her. The wind calmly blew the folds of Silren’s cloak and dress as she closed the distance between the two. Leaving the fan at her side and her wand still tucked away, she approached D’rorah. “It is good to see you again and in a less restricted place so to speak. How has your day fared?” Silren asked genuinely adding a small bow of the head after the initial greeting. She smiled a small, pleasant smile and as she did a cloud passed over them darkening the area for a moment as if an omen of the moments to come.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 27, 2008 3:02:31 GMT -5
D'rorah's eyes caught the figure as it approached her. The newcomer was unmistakably female, she could see that right away. It took very little time to identify Silren Chalis. She had a certain bearing about her that simply could not be confused for anyone else. D'rorah could admit to herself that she had found Silren quite intriguing. She sensed in Silren someone who was, in many ways, her equal. That was something rare enough to catch her attention. But still, she hardly knew this other girl... and as usual, D'rorah preferred that she err on the side of caution. In fact, it seemed almost suspicious... Silren wandering out near the forest; and D'rorah could already guess at some of her character traits by the wand she had acquired in Diagon Alley.
But then, D'rorah herself had always been keenly interested in the Dark Arts. And was she too, not out here walking along the edge of this dark and dreadful forest? Normally, D'rorah would have simply found some excuse to turn a wayward student back... using some sort of prefect nonsense. With Silren, however, she knew that wouldn't work, and D'rorah would think less of herself for even considering that it might. But what would Silren be doing out here? She wasn't some foolish, headstrong student, out to test the rumours about the forest. She was much smarter than that.
There were too many possible answers to her question. She would continue to proceed with caution... but who knew? Silren might turn out to be another useful ally. She caught sight of Silren's cloak as it blew away, revealing another bare-shouldered dress. It seemed an impractical choice of clothing for a day such as this. D'rorah would never have worn anything so immodest... but deep down, she felt a small prick of envy for Silren's smooth, unmarred skin. It was completely illogical, but she couldn't deny it was there, deep down. Interestingly, she had seen many bared shoulders and immodest choices of clothing among the student body, but had never felt any sort of emotion attached to it. It made her realize that she already regarded Silren as something of an equal, that she saw something of herself in the other woman. Ironically that, more than anything else, put her guard up sharply to this newcomer.
“It is good to see you again and in a less restricted place so to speak. How has your day fared?”
"My day has gone well," D'rorah replied, returning the pleasantry politely. "I must admit, it is odd to find anyone else this close to the edge of the forest boundary. I typically expect to be alone here, except for the occasional foolish student, out to prove some idiotic theory to him or herself." In her words there was an unspoken question, one she knew that Silren would pick up on right away. Why are you here? "Pity no one bothered to explain that the status of prefect was merely a glorified nanny position for younger incompetents," she added, allowing an edge of derision to creep into her voice. She knew, judging by Silren's performance at Ollivanders during their first meeting, that Silren would likely sympathize with her own point of view.
She looked up at the cloud looming overhead before resuming her patrolling walk along the perimeter. It was close enough to twilight that the cloud as a clear reminder of the darkness deeper within the forest. "That said, I believe I would enjoy the opportunity to speak with you at greater length. Perhaps we could take our conversation to a more suitable location?" She gestured with her hand to the castle in the distance. It would be warmer there, not that it would particularly matter... but the most pressing factor was that it was relatively far safer than remaining out here. Already her footsteps began to veer slightly in the direction of the castle, as though anticipating Silren's answer.
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Post by Silren Chalis on Jul 27, 2008 17:24:06 GMT -5
With D’rorah’s response, Silren subconsciously smoothed her dress after briefly taking the comment personally. However, as D’rorah continued she realized that the woman in front of her had actually excluded her from the category; a small part of Silren beamed with the realization. Still, Silren heard the question behind the intelligent woman’s voice. Understanding that D’rorah had more to say, Silren glanced to the castle, pointedly not bringing attention to the forest, before answering it. D’rorah’s comment about the responsibilities of the prefect pulled a small chuckle from Silren. “This girl has wit; I like her,” Silren thought casually to herself.
Silren felt the break in the conversation and took the moment to explain her reasons for being here. At least, the reason she would tell the girl. Looking towards the forest for added support, Silren replied “Earlier I overheard that there is a moss that grows on the trees here that we will be using for potions class. So I thought it might aid my potion to bring a fresh cut of the moss.” Silren remarked but as she spoke it she realized that the idea may have sounded foolish and so added, “Though I had not thought about it until I was outside and alone which put a hamper on the plan.”
She could tell that D’rorah wished nothing to do with the forest but she had to find a way to keep her there for a few more moments. Then an epiphany came upon Silren. D’rorah was a lightfighter, her soul and desire to protect others. Perhaps if she placed herself in danger she could draw D’rorah to the forest thinking that she needs to save Silren. “That would be desirable,” she said with a smile as D’rorah was beginning to turn away, “Before we leave however, now that there is someone to watch my back, let me retrieve some of the moss. From what I hear, I would not risk the creatures in that place alone. It will only be a second; I see some on the tree right there.”
Looking back to D’rorah to make sure that she was stopping, Silren turned back towards the forest. Pulling her dress up and out of the way so that she could move briskly as to not keep D’rorah waiting, Silren walked quickly to the nearest tree with moss growing on it. She was not foolish, Silren knew that the moss here was used in a potion or two but she could play it off as having been mistaken that it was for class if D’rorah asked any questions. Of course, if the plan worked than there would be no need for questions. Deep down, under her skin though she felt a pinch of sadness if D’rorah would in fact fall prey and lose her life. Silren saw strength and a challenge in the girl that she admired. A formidable opponent and she did not want to be disappointed due to a misperception. Perhaps her instincts where right in thinking that there might be questions afterwards; Silren was not aware of how accurate her instincts were or, unfortunately, that she even had them in some situations.
Coming upon the tree, Silren could feel the shadows in the forest drawing closer and commanded them to attack her. This would draw the necessary distraction and hopefully force D’rorah into action and draw her closer to the forest and then to her death. She reached up and began tearing some of the moss off the tree; thankfully it came off fairly easily for she did not want to dirty her hands more than necessary. As she was about halfway done with the tearing of the selected piece, one of the shadows flew out suddenly and attacked her. Silren let out a sincere scream at being frightened from the ferocity of the beast. As the scream left her lips she fell backwards, pulling the rest of the moss with her. She had not expected the shadows to attack her so fiercely; she would have to be more careful with how she worded her commands next time. Rolling to her side and scrambling to her feet, Silren let out a cry of help while maintaining the mask of fear “D’rorah! What are these things?!”
As she tried to finish getting up, the wind blew again causing her cloak to come off of her shoulders again. Silren did not mind; her mind was too focused on the situation at hand. Standing up, her cloak billowed through the wind and the shadow that was upon her reached out to grasp it causing the points where it touched to dissolve into black dust. Knowing more were coming Silren pushed herself to run towards D’rorah. All she had to do was get close enough to the girl and then command the shadows to attack D’rorah instead.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 27, 2008 20:54:54 GMT -5
"Cutting moss..." she repeated doubtfully. Something about the answer didn't ring true to D'rorah. Or, perhaps Silren wasn't quite as intelligent as D'rorah had given her credit for. Perhaps she had her own reasons for being here... there was no way to tell for sure... She nearly relaxed as Silren agreed to go somewhere else to talk further. But that relaxation never came to fruition as Silren turned to head back into the forest to retrieve the moss anyway.
"Perhaps that is not..." she tailed off as Silren plunged through the boundary "...the best idea," she finished to herself. Chagrined, she decided to wait, hoping nothing would happen right here at the edge of the forest. What were the odds that, out of the many acres of forestland out there, that this tiny section would be inhabited by Shadows. She refused to answer that question to herself, knowing that the answer would be no help anyway.
It was only a moment before she could feel the chill of arriving Shadows. D'rorah braced herself for attack and threw back her woolen cloak and overrobe, freeing her arms to fight. At her sides, her two swords were sheathed and ready for action. She was already beginning to make her way toward Silren as Silren ran toward her. She grabbed Silren roughly by the arm and forced her behind her... putting herself between Silren and the Shadows. She could see more coming, knew there would be too many to face alone. "Run!" Her voice was a command to Silren... if she could get away safely, it would be easier for D'rorah herself to fight... all she truly needed was to fight her way to the edge of the forest. It was unlikely the Shadows would follow out into the waning daylight. She released Silren's arm and gave her a slight push to motivate her to head toward the edge of the forest.
Carefully, she separated her emotions so she could fight. It was not a moment too soon, as three Shadows suddenly swooped in on her. It was foolish to separate her emotions without her Elemental Master close by... but hopefully he would hear her thoughts and come looking to help. She would force herself to stay together until then... she'd certainly had to do that very thing enough times in the past.
She flew into action almost immediately, raising her voice in a powerful chant which drove the Shadows back for a moment. But these were far stronger than most Shadows in the forest... though the howled in pain, they showed no sign of being destroyed by the chant. Mustering the strength, she melded to Shadow form herself to fight them one on one. She paid careful attention to keep them well away from Silren, knowing it would be easier to destroy them if she didn't have to worry about their dust killing her almost immediately. At that point, every motion was instinct... trained into her over many years. she watched as one crumbled to dust under her attack, letting out a blood curdling shriek in the process. The other two grouped up, swooping in on her simultaneously. One was far stronger than the other. D'rorah knew she would likely have a few injuries to tend to when she returned to her human form... hopefully, they would be minor, owing to an ability to heal more quickly while in Shadow form. Before too long the weaker Shadow had also crumbled to dust. But the third, the larger Shadow was determined to push D'rorah deeper into the forest. She couldn't allow herself to be led in, where there would be more waiting for her.
Turning the tactics against the last Shadow, she forced her way back toward the forest boundary. True to her concerns however, two more appeared from within the forest, flanking her and pushing her deeper in. And so it went, every time D'rorah destroyed one Shadow, another appeared to take its place. She made a run for the edge of the forest, hoping merely for escape this time. As soon as she was close by, she melded back to her human form, crashing through the foliage as her boot caught on a root. Here she was, in the waning light, quickly making her way to her feet as three rather large Shadows bore down on her. Taking her last option, she summoned up her will and began to call on her scant Elemental abilities, summoning Elemental Light as she continued her Shadow Warrior Chants. She could tell it wasn't going to be enough... but she knew that merging back to Shadow Form, with no one here to pull her back would likely spell the end of her days as a Lightfighter. Her logical mind searching for other options, she concentrated on her chants and on summoning as much light as she could muster.
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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 Jul 28, 2008 19:44:55 GMT -5
That morning Zee woke from a peaceful sleep. Life was still as eventful as ever, but some occurrences had come about that gave the Master of Metal some measure of peace. There were certainly still many unresolved issues, not least of which being the war itself, but on the whole things seemed to be looking up for Zane Lucifer Bishop. Yawning and stretching before rising from his bed, he slipped on a perfectly tailored dark green silk button down shirt and simple black slim fit jeans with a slash across the left lower thigh. Black leather boots completed the basic outfit, over which he threw the same large black cloak he'd worn the first time he'd met D'rorah and when he had first become the Elemental Master of Metal. Satisfied with his wardrobe for the day he exited his dorm, bound for the common room. Pausing as soon as he entered, Zee gazed at the back of a student just slipping out the door to the dungeons and the rest of the castle. He almost could have mistaken her for Keaira, the height and build comparable, at least while looking from a distance. The hair too was near enough the correct color if not nearly the appropriate length, being considerably longer than his fellow Prefect's. And of course Keaira was not known to wear such fripperies under normal circumstances, saving her stunning attire for formal events. No, she was clearly not a student he was familiar with and was thus likely a recent addition, especially considering how he'd made a point of being able to recognize any Slytherin on sight. It seemed the prudent thing to do after all given both his status as a Prefect and the likelihood that if any student joined the Mage, it would be a Slytherin. Well after the intriguing creature had vanished Zee still stood there. Earlier in the school year he wouldn't have hesitated to introduce himself and offer to graciously spend some time with such an attractive new student, but much had changed since then. Aside from his attachment to Keaira keeping him from shamelessly flirting with any comely female he happened upon, he had also simply grown more cautious. It seemed he had traded hiding his darkness from the world for hiding his affiliation with the light. Ironically this new truth seemed far more likely to damn him should it become absolutely common knowledge. Had D'rorah not been taken captive by the ministry itself simply for being a member of the Order of Light? Caira may have known who he was, but he felt it important to keep the knowledge from spreading further. It would still be wise to meet this new girl, but at a time and place of his choosing, when he would be ready. For now he had things to do. Zee's schoolwork had been suffering. It seemed utterly irrelevant next to the Shadow War and so his marks had slipped badly. After a quick breakfast he headed straight to the library to work on some essays he had been allowed to take on as extra credit. It was far from interesting work as it kept him far from the restricted section and to Zee it seemed a very long day. Finally the direct sunlight broke through the western window, briefly blinding the boy as he attempted to find the exact date Mathias Montague had discovered the twenty third use for grindylow bile. Giving up on his mind-numbing search, Zee returned the book to the shelf and left the library, heading up into the higher levels of the castle. Sunsets were always breathtaking when viewed from the astronomy tower and it had been more than a few nights since Zee had seen one. Settling himself down upon his usual spot on the ledge, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, letting go of all the monotonous information he had been pouring into his head all day. Opening them again a moment later to appreciate the multicolored sky, he blinked several times as he waited for his eyes to adjust. Then he blinked several more times. Were those students out there walking at the edge of the forest? How many times was that going to happen? Was there a limitless supply of imbeciles at the school? As he pushed himself out and over the edge with an annoyed grunt, Zee wondered if it wouldn't be a good idea for he and Dylan to simply create a stone and metal wall all around the edge of the forest where it bordered the school grounds. Softening his landing with a cushioning charm, Zee hustled toward the forest, ready to chew out whatever morons he found there and glad that his Prefect badge gave him an excuse to do so. While he was still a ways off however he heard a scream of obvious shock. Muttering a curse under his breath he picked up the pace, running flat out. As he moved he began to listen more clearly to the song of his element. The metal was already gathering, feelings its master's need. With each rapid step a little metal seeped up from the ground , small drops of silvery liquid running up his legs to gather at his hands. By the time he was nearly upon the place where the two girls had entered the woods he was armed with the two bladed gauntlets he had crafted during his latest training session with D'rorah in the Room of Requirement. Surprise showed for a moment on Zee's face as he recognized the first girl to emerge from the woods. It was that same student he'd seen that morning. The outfit alone made the identification obvious. She looked frightened and turned immediately back to gaze into the woods where she'd just exited. The wand in her right hand he understood, but why was she holding a fan? Zee's pace didn't slow, though he clenched his metal shod fists in case this unknown girl attacked. But no, she looked absolutely terrified. Then he saw the other student. D'rorah stumbled out of the woods mere feet from Zee's position. Quickly recovering, she began to glow with a fierce if somewhat contained white light. Not sure what exactly was happening, Zee knew enough to recognize the three dark forms bearing down on D'rorah as enemies. Without a word he surged forward, slashing with wild abandon at the nearest shadow. He knew he couldn't truly harm the thing, but his blades were infused with elemental magic and so could distract and slow the minions of Yang. The beast he was assaulting turned its focus upon him and began to slash back, forcing Zee to retreat a step and work to parry its far more deadly blows. Now more than ever he appreciated his training with D'rorah and the techniques she had taught him for deflecting a foe's attacks. One of the other shadows also turned on him, the last continuing to harry D'rorah. Glancing to the western horizon, Zee could still see a sliver of sunlight, but it would not last long. The shadows were clearly uncomfortable and weakened in the faint twilight, but as soon as the sun vanished completely they would grow stronger and would likely be reinforced by others. If he, D'rorah, and whoever the other Slytherin was didn't get away soon, they never would. Thinking about the failing light of the sun and the brightness D'rorah was managing to conjure, Zee knew it wasn't enough. We need more. We need more light.Even as he thought it, the song his blades sang shifted, the pitch increasing to a piercing clear note in his mind. On cue the blades of his gauntlets began producing their own light, faint for a moment but then exploding with brilliance. Surprised as he was, Zee somehow had known it would happen. The metal had told him. As the two shadows facing him recoiled, he pressed forward and drove a shaft of pure Elemental light into each of their chests. Both creatures let out unearthly shrieks as they began writing about, trying to escape. The blades however stuck fast and held them in place, but Zee soon realized he couldn't destroy them. Closing his eyes, he kept his arms taught and began humming, harmonizing to the metallic melody in his head to keep his focus. Breaking his song for a moment he shouted blindly behind him. " D'rorah! End them now!"
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Post by Silren Chalis on Jul 29, 2008 2:28:20 GMT -5
As she turned to face D’rorah, she could see that the Ravenclaw was in motion towards her; the girl’s cloak and over-robe already lying on the ground lifelessly. A brief feeling of relief swept across Silren in the heat of the moment at seeing the girl move to save her. If she had not, had moved against Silren’s insights, the situation could have been her death; if not immediate, an imminent one. Along with relief, the sensation of admiration pushed through and then a tinge of fear. This girl was not going to be easy. Silren had known it subconsciously but the fact that reality matched her instinct was still a small shock. It seemed that Dark Phoenix was wise in warning her of the impending difficulty.
Pushing herself towards the girl rushing towards her, Silren was surprised when one of the D’rorah’s hands grabbed her roughly and forced her behind the girl. Anger immediately covered all other emotions and it took all of her strength to hold her tongue. Quickly she turned her expression into a grimace of pain in case her valiant savior happened to turn around. With a moment’s thought, she commanded the shadows to switch their target from her to the mislead defender. Maintaining her guise, Silren ignored the girl’s command to run and instead pulled out her wand and fan; dropping the moss that was crushed from her white knuckled grip. Only taking a few steps back, but not leaving the forests edge, Silren waited for her chance. “Patience,” she reminded herself, “you need not take any action if the shadows do the work for you.” While she stood there, she let the visage of fear contort her face. Her fan at her side and her wand out and ready, she was the perfect image of a girl frozen in fear; the only factor that would have given her away was that color remained in her face.
Another cloud shadowed the area and a chill wind quickly swept over the ground; though Silren’s burning adrenaline neutralized the cool wind’s impression as she witnessed the fray. With continuous gain of admiration as the girl in front of her fought the shadows with a matching ferocity, she analyzed and noted the girl’s style of combat and footwork. D’rorah was trained well it seemed; though she understood that the girl would still fall against the numerous shadows. As she watched it seemed that the shadows were winning and a mental smile crept along with a warm sensation through Silren. As the Ravenclaw fell back toward her, Silren readied her stance, feeling her feet sink slightly into the ground. Opening the fan Silren let the sharp blades remain concealed; she was trained to keep the technique as efficient and concealed as possible.
The wind calmed for a moment and for a short second she relished what was to come. However, right as D’rorah closed the distance, Silren caught sight of someone running up. Quickly she mentally reviewed her shown visage to make sure that she maintained the image of a horrified girl instead of an assassin about to relish the moment of success. Noticing that she had raised the hand with the fan, she continued the movement to fan herself as if she was finally aware of what was happening and was relieved that he had come to her rescue. Thankfully the other Slytherin was distracted with her target; otherwise he would have seen the burst of anger and annoyance on her face from his sudden appearance. “It had to be ruined!” she mentally stomped her foot and her wand hand white knuckled, wanting to punch the boy, “By a fellow Slytherin nonetheless.”
Letting herself take a few steps backwards, towards Hogwarts castle, Silren lowered her wand and let a panicked expression replace mortification. Though still she watched D’rorah and the newcomer; both skilled and knowledgeable at fighting shadows. Rapidly, Silren mulled through her thoughts in an attempt to find out who the boy was. She could not place him but still evaluated his techniques as well. He was not as skilled as D’rorah but he was by no means unskilled. She remained watching, slightly entranced by the flow of combat when suddenly the boy’s bladed gauntlets started glowing. Instantly it struck her that the boy was Zane, the Elemental Master of Metal; who else would have been able to do that? “So it seems the lightfighters here actually know how to fight,” Silren more pondered to herself than thought in amazement.
Understanding that it would not be wise to attempt an assassination against two targets no matter how tempting it truly was, Silren moved backwards as the fight came back towards the outskirts of the forest instead of finishing her job in haste. Continuing to fan herself as if flushed from a pounding and rapid heart, Silren lowered her wand to her side and relaxed the grip on it. As the battle continued she still held hope that the shadows would be able to complete the job. D’rorah looked exhausted and Zane appeared as if he did not, or could not, fight the shadows further. Hope stirred in her and as she watched she saw that the last light of day was slowly ending; the darkness was winning. A smile fought to turn her lips which caused her to again look as if she was grimacing for a split second before she gained control again.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 29, 2008 2:53:22 GMT -5
Had D'rorah not already been separated from her emotions in order to fight the Shadows, her consternation would have known no bounds at the fact that Silren remained rooted in place rather than running. She could hear the whispers of Silren's thoughts as she fought, but could not pinpoint the source in the chaos of all that was happening. She couldn't catch every word, and indeed was not focusing on it at all as she fought for her life and Silren's.
She stood at the edge of the forest, feeling her strength begin to wane. Finally, mercifully, she noticed Zane's approach. He was helping her... driving the Shadows back with the Elemental Magic infused into his blades. But... even with her chanting and the bit of Elemental Light she was able to conjure, it wouldn't be enough. Suddenly, his fight completely shifted... Zane was also summoning Elemental Light, using it to subdue their attackers. She heard his voice through her exhaustion.
"D'rorah! End them now!"
There was only one way to end it... even though it would be unsafe to merge again to Shadow Form to face them directly, she knew Zane would help her back to Hogwarts. Hopefully he could find Bryan quickly enough to pull her back. It was a dismal hope at best... she had gone too far already without her Elemental Master. But all three of them would likely die if she didn't at least try to fight... she might not escape corruption herself, but the others would escape. Gathering her will, she merged back to Shadow Form, flying at her remaining Shadow opponents with a ferocity borne of the desperation of their situation.
How had so many Shadows converged on their location so quickly? Silren had only just barely entered the forest... merely cut some moss from a tree at the outermost edge. The thoughts nagged at her subconscious as finally the offending Shadows screeched and crumbled into a pile of dust. D'rorah quickly merged back to human form and began a collection chant, rapidly gathering the fatal substance before it could harm Zane or Silren. She could breathe it quite safely herself... but even a mere granule into the lungs of the others would be a very quick and extremely painful death.
That done, she sealed the pouch and turned to face Zane, crashing to her knees in the process. Her eyes were wide and dark, her skin flickered dangerously with the promise of impending corruption. She knew there would be no time to find Bryan after all... she was far too far gone. "Mister Bishop," her voice sounded strained with the tension of clinging to the last of her emotions long enough to ensure their safety. "I cannot..." she trailed off, spasming as a violent chill shook her body, her blood feeling like ice in her veins as darkness crept through her being. "Take her, both of you, somewhere safe." She crew in another breath as her body shook violently. "Tell..." a moment of panic, she didn't want to reveal Dylan's name here... the circumstances were too odd. She met Zane's eyes. He would understand who she meant without having to say the name. "Tell him..." Another shuddering breath ripped from her chest. "I love him."
There, on her knees, she drew one of her swords from her sheath. She would die, rather than corrupt and be forced to serve the Mage... to attack her friends. Her hands were steady as she positioned the blade at her chest, aiming for the heart. Just as she prepared to fall on her blade, another violent spasming wracked her body, throwing her to the ground. Her body began to flicker and fade into darkness, slowly becoming as insubstantial as it had while she was in Shadow Form... only this time, there would be no merging back. A strangled sound emerged from her throat as she lost control of her physical body, her plan of escape from service to the Mage foiled.
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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 Jul 29, 2008 10:18:03 GMT -5
Continuing to hum, Zee planted his feet solidly into the ground. He would not let these two escape only to gather more and perhaps be upon them again in a few moments. Opening his eyes. he found he couldn't see much beyond the gleam of his blades and the shifting darkness of the shadows, couldn't hear anything beyond the song of the illuminated metal. He couldn't tell if D'rorah had heard his call or had heeded it if she had. He wasn't even sure if she was still standing. All he knew was that if he stopped, they were all dead. A moment later he heard the final keening cry of the shadows as they exploded into fine black dust. It had been explained to him what would happen if that contacted him, but given his proximity he wasn't sure what could be done. Burying his face in his arms, Zee fell into a crouch and turned away.
It was unnecessary though, as D'rorah's chant efficiently gathered up the dust before it could harm him. Blinking several times once more, Zee stood and looked around. The sun was down; the shadows were gone. D'rorah was . . .
Dammit!
Zee glanced to the other girl, but from all he could tell she had merely been frozen with fear throughout the ordeal. He wasn't sure what the implications of her witnessing all this were, but he didn't have time to consider them at that moment. Hastening the few steps to where D'rorah knelt as he let the gauntlets melt off his hands and sink back into the ground, he looked about again, as if hoping beyond hope that the Elemental Master of Wind would already be there. There was nothing though, nothing but the trees, the two Slytherins, and the barely human Ravenclaw. Turning back he found D'rorah's black orbs locked with his own dark eyes. No reply presented itself to her desperate last plea, Zee's mind occupied with racing through all possible options and the probable outcomes.
Zee didn't even notice the sword being drawn, his thoughts consumed with his search for any precedence for what could be done for a corrupting Shadow Warrior when her Elemental Master was not nearby. Realizing what she was doing a moment later, Zee reacted instinctively, his hand whooshing quickly through the air as if he were backhanding some invisible foe.
"No!"
The blade of her katana bent out to the side even as she spasmed and collapsed. Zee was out of time, but he had no answer. Keaira had led the Lightfighters in some ritual to purify D'rorah once before, but Zee had not been present. True he knew well enough what had happened from Keaira's view of the event, but he couldn't perform it alone and without the necessary tools. D'rorah needed her Elemental Master.
No, D'rorah needed an Elemental Master. Had Caity not joined with one not of her element in order to protect her from corruption while her own Elemental Master was not an option? True, in the end the results had been disastrous, but given the choice between his own possible death at a later date and a far worse fate for D'rorah now, Zee found there was really little room for debate. Dropping to his knees and bending low over her prone frame, he slipped his arms beneath her rapidly degenerating form and lifted her against him, holding her upright in a kneeling position with his arms wrapped securely around her. Calling forth the metal he had just released, Zee let it encompass his entire body in a thin layer of skin tight silver. Once more he listened to the song as it rose to that clear high note. The light was soft, not the blinding glare it had been on his blades, more as if the metal were simply a mildly phosphorescent substance. Zee didn't wish to purge all the darkness from her after all, merely restore the balance between it and the light. His next words came out in a whisper, his mouth nearly up against D'rorah's shadowy ear.
"I am not your messenger boy Miss Philosophy. Tell him yourself when you see him."
With that he dropped all his mental barriers, opening his mind to her and reaching for hers in the limited way a non-telepath could. He only hoped there was enough humanity left in her to take hold and allow him in. Between her near corruption and their contrasting elements, Zee had no clue how well the bonding would work, but she needed someone to pull her back, to hold her emotions until she was whole again. The only one within reach who had the slightest chance of doing that was him.
I'm here D'rorah.
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Jul 29, 2008 12:38:43 GMT -5
He had been seated in his dorm room, working on an essay when he Bryan had felt something was wrong. He felt D'rorah's thoughts enter his mind and without much thought, Bryan had jumped up from his bed, knocking over the precariously situated inkwell, spilling its contents over his bed. However, Bryan did not pause to think about that as he was quickly pulling on a pair of shoes, hopping to the door way. With the shoes on he proceeded at a quick pace down the stairs and through the mass of people that were littered through out the common room. Bryan didn't know what he would do but just knew he needed to be at the forest.
These thoughts were in his mind as he left the common room, glancing briefly left and right before he moved to the stairs to head down. He knew he was likely to get into some sort of trouble if he ran into a Professor or Prefect. Night was almost upon the school and curfew would probably be starting soon. Bryan could not be sure. He had no notion of what the time was currently. Instead, he adjust his pace quick, keeping his senses open to the people he passed until he found himself out side, the cold hair hitting his face. Bryan pushed the thoughts of cold away as he crossed over the grounds.
A frown was over the Gryffindor's lips as he broke into a run. Free from the confines of the school, he was able to release the speed he had kept down for fear of being stopped and delayed in the corridors. However, even as he ran, Bryan sensed he was too late. D'rorah! he thought strongly, reaching his mind towards hers. The forest came into view far too slowly for Bryan's peace of mind. Even as it came closer, he could make out three figures. Two moving against the shadows and one just standing some ways away. He could see the shadows diminishing around the figures, at this point Bryan didn't hesitate as he quickened his speed, ignoring the third person. Now was not time to worry about who saw him with the two lightfighters.
D'rorah had once told him his abilities as her Elemental Master would come instinctively, and once more Bryan hoped the older witch was right as he took in her flickering form as he came up to the two, panting, "D'rorah ... Zane," his voice coming out soft. His mind working to assess the situation, one he had no idea what to do but reach out for his Shadow Warrior and her emotions. It was the one thing he remembered being told his duty as her Elemental Master was, his mind remember that time back in the room of requirement when he had retrieved her emotions that first time. Bryan hoped it would be similar to that, or that perhaps Zane would know what he was to do. As Bryan clearly had no training in regards to any of this. He could only rely on instinct and common sense.
As he joined the two other light fighters, Bryan forgot about the third person in his concern for the Shadow Warrior. However, it was apparent the girl had been completely forgotten by everyone at the moment, save herself probably.
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Post by Silren Chalis on Jul 30, 2008 4:21:13 GMT -5
Ignoring the wind or the fact that most of the light of day was escaping their world, Silren waited; there would soon be a time for her to take action. Moments passed however, and it seemed as if her plan would never come to fruition. Whenever it seemed as though the two lightfighters in front of her were losing, they managed to turn the tide. Whenever it appeared as though their weaknesses would be revealed, they hid them. Even when D’rorah attempted to kill herself the action did not follow through. Though what frustrated her was while the Ravenclaw was on the ground and it seemed Silren would win, Zane saved her. That was not the most frustrating aspect however, what topped everything off was that what should have been the boy’s weakest moment, he managed to protect himself by covering his entire body with metal! She wanted to scream at the irony of it all but settled with mentally cursing, "Is all fate against me?"
Simmering and undeniably flustered she knew that she should take some sort of action now that the shadows were dead. Putting away her fan and wand and walking towards where D’rorah lay, she knelt in her dress next to the attractive boy. Normally she would have never let soil touch her garment but not only was it already dirty but she also understood that it might show in the other’s subconscious as a sincere act of care. She knew exactly what was going on; Zane was attempting to help the girl stabilize the shadowed darkness within her. Understanding that there was no possible way that she could fight Zane while he was shielded with metal, she decided to try and distract the boy in hopes that he would falter and let D’rorah slip away. With an urgent and worried tone Silren regarded the boy, “Is she alright?” and then a pause before adding, “What is going on?”
Unfortunately, which seemed to be her favored description today, Zane looked to be unaffected by her small barrage. Giving up, Silren let herself slump in the opposite direction of the Slytherin boy, resting a hand on the ground for support. There was no way that she was going to let the night turn into a complete waste and so she decided that she would remain with them as long as possible to gain as much information as potential. Looking up she noticed how truly dark it was becoming as the stars began to appear. Pulling out her wand, Silren cast "Lumos" but controlled the light so that it mimicked a soft torch light.
As Zane continued his work and Silren sat there in stillness yet another boy showed up, this time a Gryffindor. “Amazing… is there no end to the number of people what will show up?” Silren thought to herself with and annoyed tone. Quickly she turned the situation around and let herself mentally chuckle. Here she was, having just attempted to kill D’rorah and not a single one of them knew her true intent. She wanted to burst out laughing but stilled it by swallowing. Then it occurred to her, “He is probably her elemental master… and the one she said she loved…” Silren waited, allowing herself to be ignored as she watched to see if her suspicions were correct.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 30, 2008 7:23:33 GMT -5
D'rorah had prepared herself for corruption... well, as much as a person can be prepared for that sort of thing. She clung desperately to the last pieces of her emotions, somewhat frantic over the fact that her attempt to kill herself before she could become a danger to the other Lightfighters had failed. She suddenly felt an unfamiliar presence in her mind, fighting to pull her back from the edge she stood on. As familiar as she was with Zane, it took only a few minutes for her to recognize him to be the saving hand reaching out to her. She dug deep, into a reserve of strength she wasn't even aware she had, and reached out to his presence in her mind. A tangible, physical relief moved through her body as she was pulled further and further away from the abyss she had begun to descend into. It wouldn't be enough to pull her completely back, but it would be enough to allow her to hold herself together while they found Bryan to finish the job.
And then, as though he had been summoned by her thought. Actually, he had been summoned by her thought, Bryan appeared. Hearing his voice call her name as she struggled back into the real world around them with Zane's help, she breathed deeply. "Bryan..." her voice trailed off for a moment. Without sparing time to allow her strength to wane any further, she stretched out her mental awareness to pull him into her mind. Just the contact of joining with her Elemental Master was enough to bring her emotions into sharper focus. "Gather the emotions, just as you did before," she thought to him, offering all the help at holding them close that she was able to.
Even though he had little training, D'rorah knew they had already done this once before with their initial joining. Luckily, this would not be nearly as taxing as their first joining had been for Bryan. She felt things gradually come into sharper focus, felt her emotions more acutely in her mind. Her skin had long since stopped flickering due to Zane's efforts, but a darkness that had permeated D'rorah's being pulled back gradually until she appeared really no worse for wear.
The first thing she was aware of as she came to was that someone was holding her. Opening her eyes, she looked to see that Zane was holding her up. "Thank you, Mister Bishop," she remarked wearily. "Without your efforts, I fear I would be on the other side of the war at this moment." Remembering her desperate bid to end her life in order to avoid corruption, she looked over at the drawn sword, still lying on the ground beside her... the metal twisted and bent to the side. "How incredibly unfortunate," she murmured as she moved free of his grasp and retrieved the weapon. "This was my father's sword... well, they both were..."
Shaking herself out of that particular frame of mind, she next turned her attention to Bryan. "Nearly impeccable timing," she remarked with a nod. "Thank you." And next, her gaze turned to Silren, her eyes narrowing severely. "Perhaps, Miss Chalis, the next time I suggest that a conversation would be better continued in a different venue, you will actually listen. Were you harmed?" Something about the whole exchange lingered in D'rorah's mind, bothering her... but likely that was a product of the fact that the entire experience was unsettling.
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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 Jul 30, 2008 10:41:50 GMT -5
If Zee's arms hadn't been occupied holding D'rorah he may have backhanded The Slytherin girl. Her attempts to distract him, unintentional as he believed them to be, with her predictable slew of questions was nothing but an annoyance as he focused on retrieving D'rorah's emotions as best he could. The annoyance was compounded by Zee's assumption that D'rorah hadn't wandered into the woods and gotten attacked while the other girl was there, but rather had moved to save her from her own stupidity. Beautiful she may be, but as of yet Zee was unimpressed with her mental faculties. Setting all of that aside for the moment, he pushed further toward D'rorah's mind, pressing his forehead against hers.
Bryan's presence went unnoticed at first, his physical presence anyway. Holding D'rorah's mind together as he was, he certainly felt the intrusion when the Gryffindor sought out his Shadow Warriors mind and emotions. Not familiar with Bryan's mind, Zee nearly panicked, thinking perhaps the supposedly innocuous girl next to him was actually launching some form of mental attack, trying to nullify his attempts to save the Ravenclaw Prefect. Hearing as if from a great distance D'rorah's voice, Zee just made out that she had spoken the name of her true Elemental Master, the one who could fully save her. Relaxing somewhat, he began to reorient his consciousness with his physical form. D'rorah's voice sounded again, this time right next to him. Opening his own eyes as the shimmering metal encasing his body dimmed and melted off, Zee cleared his throat and stoo, allowing D'rorah to free herself from his grip.
"Yes, well, I couldn't very well let you succumb to the darkness now could I D'rorah? I would have had to then kill you and you know he would never let me hear the end of it."
The emphasis he'd placed on 'he' made it clear he was referring to the same 'him' D'rorah had professed her love for. Turning to Bryan, he offered a smile and small salute, opening his mouth as if to speak a greeting when D'rorah words concerning her sword interrupted. Turning back to her, a small sting of guilt hit him. He could straighten the blade easily, perhaps even infuse the metal with his energy to make it stronger, but to recreate its original form would be no simple task. A mastercraft katana contained an unbelievable number of folds in the steel. It was not so simple as arranging the molecules into a straight blade. Forming a potent weapon was one thing, but turning it back into her father's sword . . . The pain showed on Zee's face as he considered what he had rashly done. Closing the distance between himself and D'rorah with a few short steps, he held out his hand.
"May I? Please?"
Asking with genuine humility was uncomfortably for Zee, but he felt it necessary considering the significance of the particular blade. Accepting the sword and taking a few steps away from the others, he knelt down once more in the grass and laid it before him. Concentrating on the sword, he tried to reorient the metal. It shifted and straightened, but seemed altogether unstable, reverting back to it's bent shape as he released it from his power. Frowning, Zee simply straightened the blade and swept his cloak from his shoulders, rolling the sword in the thick fabric before lifting it and standing. He would have to try again later when he could access the room of elemental metal. Turning back to the others, Zee's frown persisted.
"I will restore it, but I can't do it here."
((Totally godmodded Dee. Let me know if she wouldn't have given up the blade. Also I wanted to point out, 'he tried to reorient the metal.' Get it? Cuz it's from Japan, the Orient. Re-orient . . . whatever, I thought it was funny.))
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Jul 30, 2008 20:36:44 GMT -5
In that moment, Bryan ignored most of the physical world as his mind focused on D'rorah, somewhat thrown when he noticed another presence in her mind -- Zane's. However, Bryan pushed past that and focused on the task at hand. D'rorah's thoughts entering his mind, instructing him to do as he had done after they had first joined. Bryan wasn't aware if he did it physically or if it was a mentally thought action, but he inclined his head. Turning his attention from the situation, at least enough to focus on the task, Bryan reached with his mind and gathered her emotions to send back to her.
This time, the action was less taxing and when her last emotion was recovered, Bryan was able to recede from her mind with ease, with no head ache that had followed the last time he had done this. He shook his head for a moment, still not quite used to mental connections and working with them. As the physical world returned back to his forward focus, Bryan watched as D'rorah and Zane parted, unperturbed by the two's proximity but more relieved that D'rorah was once again whole. He gave a slight wave and weak smile to Zane as the other boy greeted him.
His gaze looked at the twisted sword as D'rorah brought the attention it before it shifted to the girl herself when she addressed him. Once more he gave her a weak smile and inclined his head. Got here as soon as I could... he thought to her, not quite trusting to voice it in front of the strange girl, she returning to his focus when his attention had returned to the physical world. Bryan didn't want to think about the fact if he had been a few minutes late, aware that Zane had been trying to help the Shadow Warrior but unknowing how that had worked, or would have worked if he had not shown up, in his ignorance.
His expression returned neutral as his attention turned to Zane as the Slytherin picked up the sword and walked some distance away and knelt, trying to work with the sword with his elemental magic. As the Slytherin worked on the sword, Bryan absent mindedly rubbed at his arm as in his hurry had not grabbed his cloak, so he stood on his school uniform. However, aside from the unconscious movement he did not seem to pay the winter chill any mind, his blood still warm from the run to the forest and the adrenaline that had been pumping through his veins in those moments.
His hands moved into the pockets of his slacks as Zane stood up with the sword wrapped in his cloak, returning to the three of them. His eyes for the moment, flickered to the forest, still surprised that such things were happening in the world. He had lived an ignorant life in regards to all this, never looking too far past his sketch book to notice it seemed. However, Bryan was far from disbelieving it all since D'rorah had first told him all about it. His eyes strayed from the forest when the next person spoke.
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Post by Silren Chalis on Jul 30, 2008 21:41:55 GMT -5
Sitting on the cold earth was more comfortable than Silren imagined it would have been but all comforting thoughts immediately left at seeing the Gryffindor boy succeed in his goal of bringing D’rorah back. Still she remained there waiting to see what would happen next and was slightly shocked when the Ravenclaw prefect spewed bitter words in her face. Anger rushed through her and she was on her feet before she realized it; no one was allowed to speak to her that way! Before she could control her tongue, a snarling counter rushed out, “Perhaps, a prefect should take more responsibility in their adorned title and ensure that the true dangers in this forest were made perfectly clear to everyone; especially new students! Perhaps then you would not be dealing with younger incompetents or fools. How was I to know that these abnormal monsters lurked so closely to the open air; surely not by your example of casually walking within their sights!”
She completely ignored the inquiry of her condition knowing that the girl could care less. Having released all her frustrations of the entire evening in her small tirade, Silren looked away from D’rorah and smoothed her dress with her left hand, leaving the right to continue holding the wand that shed soft light. She then decided that she should be the one to suggest that they leave; that way it would seem even less likely that she had drawn them all to this place. With a regained calm and controlled voice while looking towards Zane she spoke, “Now that we are all well, we should leave this place to a safer one. Shall we?”
However, it seemed that the lightfighters still found more important topics than their safety. Waiting, the perfect image of an agitated person trying their best to maintain control, Silren watched as they conversed over an issue that could have been done inside the castle. Though she had to admit that she was intrigued by Zane’s desire to fix the blade; not that she thought it odd but that she thought it remarkable that he had the skill to repair the weapon. Disappointment won over when she saw that he could not finish the task.
After an amount of time passed she finally realized that her occlumency had fallen during the fight; quickly she raised the protective shield over her mind. Silently cursing herself, Silren went back through the scene in her memory trying to remember what she had thought. She scolded herself after realizing that there were a plethora of instances in which she revealed her intentions in one way or another. Playing back the scene she found another odd tidbit; does the newest boy know any words other than the two lightfighters names? She mentally chuckled at the idea of a lightfighter that could not speak. Another thought approached her mind as she pondered the Gryffindor boy’s arrival; the wind had calmed immensely. “He must be the elemental master of wind,” she thought. Still, she needed more proof than her mere instincts.
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