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Post by gatsoldier on Feb 3, 2008 1:11:04 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!"[/glow]
Gat watched intently as Darko fell to the ground. Gat started to laugh again. His laughter caused him to lose concentration on the boy before him. In fact Gat did not notice that Darko had aquired his wand back until there was an explosion and debris from a shelving unit.
"Why you....." Gat started to raise his wand on Darko when another spell collided with the ceiling above him. Gat dived for cover. Large stones exploded from the wall. One of which fell on his left shoulder and completely broke his left arm. Other explosions seemed to go off around the wall as well, but none came as close to the hit on his shoulder. It was pure luck that he wasn't any more injured. Then, a bright light. Gat was completely exposed. He could not let this boy know that he was the elemental master of water. If he knew then the light fighters would eventually know. Gat stood up, which was a difficult task considering his wand was in his right hand and his left was broken. But he managed it. He observed the boy on the ground. 'Passed out aye?' Gat thought to himself. Gat pocketed his wand. He would have healed himself if he had any idea how without his potions on hand. Gat picked up Alessandro Darko's wand. He snapped it in his hand before throwing at him and kicking him in the side in anger. Gat drew his wand out of his pocket again and aimed it at his victim.
"Oblivio......." Gat was about to remove Alessandro's memory of him when he heard another explosion in the distance that was not in the torturing room. Gat scowled. Mordred had obviously forgotten to close the rift........
(Cue next person or thing in plot....lol.)
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Feb 29, 2008 0:53:56 GMT -5
(ooc: so I was bored waiting....)
Alessandro drifted off into a blackened unconscious state, completely at the mercy of anyone who wished to do him harm. He began to dream shortly after passing out, a very scattered, distorted, and fragmented dreamscape began to set itself up in his mind.
He found himself standing on a familiar cedar wood veranda. Glancing down, he noticed he was dressed for school, however, something was off about his uniform. The color of each piece of clothing he was wearing was the darkest shade of black he had ever seen. Usually one could identify who belonged to which house due to the house colors represented on the tie, and lining of the cloak, but he was representing absolutely no color at all, but black. Looking back up, he gazed off into the distance at a large stone castle that seemed to be a fortnight away, separated by the darkest looking woods he had ever seen. The trees almost looked black if it weren’t for the subtle hint of dark green remaining on the trees and plant-life.
Something was compelling him to go forward into the forest, a small voice in the back of his mind seemed to have been calling out to him. As if he was being guided by some unseen force, he stepped forward off of the veranda and began to walk along the winding path that led from his house straight into a rather large, and darkened forest. As he trudged on through the thick bramble and plant-life, he went deeper and deeper into the woods, beginning to find himself wary of his current situation. He patted his sleeves in search of his wand, but found that he was wandless. Wandless in a strange dark forest, wearing strange black robes that resembled his school uniform. Something was off here.
A slight sensation of pressure distracted him from the whereabouts of his wand. The feeling of something light, and delicate landing on the top of his head alerted him as he reached up to pluck the foreign object off of his head. As he brought what felt like a flower down into view, he noticed that it was a jasmine flower. At that very moment, several more jasmine flowers began to fall all around him, covering the forest floor in a blanket of flowers. The smell of the flowers sparked some sense of familiarity in him as he furrowed his brow. He knew the scent, but couldn't place where he had smelled it before. Suddenly, something odd began to happen to the flowers. They began to appear as if they were burning, with out flame, as the edges turned brown and then became ashes completely. He looked down at the floor around him as the ashes began to float back up into the canopy, where the jasmine flowers had rained down from.
Alessandro thought he had caught a glimpse of someone he knew off in the distance, but the ash flying up in front of him obscured his sight. He called out to her, but she did not heed his calls and disappeared off into the distance. He took off through the ashes, dirtying his clothes as he passed through them. He ran quickly through the forest and to his confusion, after only a minute or so of running, he emerged on the other side of the forest, now standing in front of a large, Gothic looking castle. He made his way up to the large door at the front entry and went inside.
As he wandered through the castle he found himself in the library. Well, he guessed it was the library because books were floating everywhere as if someone had cast a floating charm on the entire room. The stacks were empty, not a book on them. He moved further into the room to find a girl with grey eyes and blond hair, and scars covering her arms, sitting in the air along with several books creating a sort of tornado around her. She had a book in her hands that he couldn’t quite read the title. This was not the girl he saw in the forest, but inquired if she had seen someone come by here. She responded that she had not seen anyone come through except for him. Pondering for a moment, she put up a free hand and the books flying around her immediately stopped. She handed him the book she was reading and told him that he may find answers in there.
The book was called The Maleficum Obcscurus.
He looked at the book questionably and opened it without a second thought. In an instant, the entire room was plunged in darkness and he found himself standing alone in silence. He called out, but no sound had escaped his lips. He was just about to call out again before a rushing sound was heard and off in the distance a light shone. Rapidly a sun-lit meadow flew at him, eliminating the darkness and he was standing there in the tall grass, peacefully swaying with the wind as a black stallion galloped by. It stopped and looked at him for a moment, kicking at the ground and whinnying slightly, tossing its beautiful mane with spirit. Alessandro went a couple of steps forward with an outstretched hand, but before he could touch the stallion, it exploded into a white fire. The horse reared up on its hind legs and neighed loudly, but it didn’t seem to be in pain as it was burning. When its front legs returned to the ground, it bucked once and then galloped off into the distance, dazzling Alessandro with fiery beauty.
He began to walk for a moment and oddly enough found himself next to a lake, with a large willow tree, although they were most definitely not there a moment ago. A young girl was sitting under the tree with a basket of mice that she was transfiguring into apples as she read a book that was upside-down. She smiled up at him with her perfect white teeth and warm smile. Alessandro felt safe and happy right then as he gazed upon the face of this girl. His happiness was short-lived as a silver snake with emerald green eyes slithered from around the tree. It quickly assumed the human form of a boy that looked strikingly familiar to Alessandro but couldn’t quite put his finger on his identity. He helped the girl up from her sitting position and pulled her into an embrace and they began to kiss. Alessandro felt hot as anger boiled inside of him, and in a matter of moments, he felt his world shatter around him into jagged shards of anger as he set the two aflame without blinking. Turning he stepped onto a fractured piece of his dreamscape and began to walk away from the burning lovers, not wanting to endure any more of the punishment for their betrayal.
As he climbed the fragmented and fractured pieces of his dream, unknowing that it was in fact just a dream, he found himself climbing upon a large mountain where he found a sad looking, blond haired boy dressed in blue. He sat there at the edge of a cliff. He seemed saddened by the loss of something or someone. Alessandro sat down next to him and put an hand on his shoulder as if the two were good friends and were sharing in the loss together. To his surprise, the blond haired boy pushed himself off of the cliff, plunging himself into the abyss below. Alessandro, in shock, stood up quickly and cried out to the boy, but again, no sound would come out of his mouth. Feeling a dark presence behind him, he turned to find a rather disturbing image leering at him. It was himself, but a rather dark version of himself. His skin was pallid and waxy, the eyes were completely vacant as they were a solid black, glinting in the sunset. There were scratches all over his face, giving him a rather scary appearance, his torn up Ravenclaw robes suggesting that there had been some big struggle, and that Alessandro had failed, or, this OTHER Alessandro had failed. The darker version of himself sneered at him with disgust and with one swift motion, drew up his arm and knocked Alessandro over the edge, only to fall far from grace and into the abyss below.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 11, 2008 19:58:42 GMT -5
Two days ago Keaira and Zane had stumbled upon one, Kerridon Paradox, who was near the very edge of death when they had found him. It was upon that day that Keaira had learned a plot in which her dear Alessandro would be kidnapped, tortured, and ultimately killed in three days time. Naturally such information had left her in a stew of emotional turmoil. Things being as such Keaira's mind instantly went to work, putting together a rescue mission, in which she would save her sweet Alessandro from the clutches of their enemy or die trying. When it was time to get ready for what might happen, she slipped into the best outfit she had for fighting. It was generally the same outfit she played with her fire devil sticks in, and she knew it would keep her a bit more protected than if she were to were just regular clothes. The black dress laced up both the sides as well as having buttons that ran down the right breast. The skirt was split well up to her waist, and separated in to four distinct panels. The dress was designed to flow and allow free movement, and Keaira knew from experience that it did just that. Underneath the dress she wore a pair of long black leather pants, and a long sleeved black shirt. As a precaution Keaira had taken the time to carefully wrap her minutely injured shoulder. The Mage knew she had been hurt, and if she ran in to any troubles it was better to keep her arm a bit more protected than to leave it open. The outfit was good for a battle, but Keaira knew it would draw the suspicions of those around them. To avoid that problem, Keaira had taken the opportunity to throw on one of her heavier cloaks, so that her choice of clothing would be covered by the not uncommon winter cloak. Joining her ensemble she had her ever present book bag, several of it common contents were contained inside of it. Her potions kit was stocked with minor healing, rejuvination, and cheering potions, as well as a few surprises if they ran in to trouble. Keaira's wand was firmly strapped to her right wrist, if she needed it she could use it even while holding her bow. Her quiver filled with arrows, her bow, and a spare string were also in her magically expanded book bag. With her potions kit, bow and arrows, and wand with her Keaira felt that there was little more she would be able to bring that would help them if they needed it. All that was left was to grab Zane and head out. Zane's elemental powers were strong enough, and D'rorah had already started his sword training. With his training, Zane's skills would be very useful. When in the shadow realm, it was always better to have your emotional anchor. Although, Keaira wasn't sure how well he would handle holding her emotions and memories, but it would have to work. She had spent one of the two days working with Zane, practicing so when the time came, he would not simply be thrust in to a fight or die situation with no idea what to expect. There seemed to be a few issues when Zane was holding her memories and emotions, but he would still be able to function. That aside, the plan basically consisted of the two of them intercepting Mordred, and Alessandro before they arrived in the shadow realm, so they could fight on their own terms. However, even the best laid plans have a tendency to fail. With the limited knowledge that the pair had, finding Alessandro and Mordred before they reached the shadow realm was both highly important and extremely difficult. So the task fell to Keaira; she knew how to find him, and was confident enough in her ability to locate him mentally. It was in feigned conversation that Keaira and Zane had traveled through the snow while Keaira reached out mentally to try and locate Alessandro. They talked about classes, and prefect duties mostly as they walked, trying to remain inconspicuous while Keaira searched. The closer they got to the gates of the castle the easier it was to pick out the dim signal that was Alessandro Orion Darko. A smile crept in to her features as she drew closer to his mind, about to reach in and warn him of the danger that was about to occur. However, something was wrong, Alessandro was not the same as she had remembered. The smile slipped from her features as she held her mental contact back. For a short while she only listened to the surface thoughts that were played across Alessandro's mind, allowing her to remain unnoticed while Mordred played his game. Pretending to be the kind teacher that was here to pick him up, and instead all the while being the monster that he was leading him to a horrible trap. The more she listened the more she felt her hatred for the creature that was parading about grow. Listening from a distance was no longer an option once the pair had begun to move. It didn't take long for Keaira to decide that it was time to follow them, the biggest problem being getting to where they were to begin with. Keaira and Zane traveled silently along the wall that separated Hogwarts from Hogsmede. There was not a single location where they could scale the wall. The further they traveled along the wall the closer it came to the forest. Alert for a sudden attack the pair moved slowly but purposefully towards the forest. Eventually the wall between Hogswarts, and Hogsmede would end, and they could move towards the hills. Kerridon had mentioned a portal in the hills of Hogsmede, and that was where they were headed. It didn't take long before the pair arrived, following behind what were the foot steps of Mordred and Alessandro. The gate that they approached seemed so normal,aside from its lack of attachment, and had Keaira not been a shadow warrior she would have believed it to be as such. Except the closer she got to the gate the colder it seemed to become, and the more Keaira could sense the Shadows on the other side. Mordred had done a pretty good job of closing the gate once more, but nothing is ever prefect, and there had been just enough of a gap left for Keaira and Zane to make their way in to the shadow realm, only minuets behind Mordred and Alessandro. As she stepped through the portal Keaira couldn't help but shiver. The castle was a cold as ever, lifeless, and foreboding, it pierced Keaira to her soul. Glancing around quickly Keaira tried to determine which direction Mord would have taken Alessandro. Her observations however were not needed, no more than minuet after stepping through the gate did a scream pierce her ears, coming from down the hallway. It was Alessandro she was certain. Nodding towards Zane Keaira pulled out her bow and quiver, and began heading down the hall. An explosion rocket off the wall a few feet from where Keaira was running. It was a bit of a surprise, when it occurred, and she nearly lost her balance as it hit the few feet in front of her. But now was not the time to play games. With out losing momentum Keaira turned, and screamed, "Incendo" in the direction that the spell seemed to come from. She didn't stop to see if it hit, but only kept running. If it was a wraith or a shadow it would still be after her, any wizard however, might find things a bit harder to do while set on fire. "Lets Go Zane, He's got to be this way."She said the words mentally, as she began separating her memories and emotions from herself, pushing them in to Zane's mind and freeing her own. If there were shadows to deal with there would be a need for her to be free of distractions. As her memories fades, she began to pull stronger on the chants that had become a part of her. If she needed them, they were there. outfit - www.ravenswoodleather.com/Dresses/Images/Saberist%20Dress/saberist6.gif
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Post by gatsoldier on Mar 12, 2008 22:14:45 GMT -5
Gat immediately willed the water to go against the door and seal it with ice. Gat aimed his wand at his victim in front of him. "Stupefy" He cast. If he was caught in his position with a broken arm he was done for. Then he pocketed his wand. It was another one of his annoying weaknesses. He can't cast a stupid levitation charm with any skill whatsoever. He grabbed Darko's wrist and dragged him to the closet where a second rift had been opened by the Shadow Mage. (ooc: I'm not sure where the rift is so lets go with that. ) He dragged his victim as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast considering the circumstances. There was pain pulsing through his left arm with each step. Gat heard the door creaking and then slam open. The ice around it was shattered into tiny pieces all around the room. Gat was just about through the rift behind him when someone saw him, someone that he recognized from the school of Hogwarts. He could almost feel the anger and hatred pulsing through her as she looked at him and his captive. Gat dragged Darko through the rift and was gone. He ended up in..............
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Post by Mordred Kade on Mar 13, 2008 4:50:53 GMT -5
((OoC: Gat, be careful about god-moding and watch the length))
Leaving the Ravenclaw to his fate beyond the door, Mordred took a moment to listen and found the satisfying sounds of Alessandro calling out, causing a sliver of a smirk to rise onto his otherwise cold features. Turning on his heel, he began back through the labyrinth of corridors and found his way easily, his movements as purposeful as if he’d walked this path many times before.
Shadows suddenly surrounding him, his eyes flickered suspiciously about and followed the trail back behind him, turning on the spot and trudging back through the corridors through which he had just travelled. Their presence seeping through him, he ignored it and pushed on, his wand instantly in his hand and spells on the tip of his tongue. His eyes narrowed, Mordred continued through the stark, depressing hallways with his jaw set and his mind racing. Perhaps, though he detested to admit it, his closing of the portal had not been succinct enough; quick enough or good enough.
Dreading the concept of telling Dark Phoenix he had allowed intruders to follow him as he kidnapped the currently less-than-intelligent young Darko boy, especially since anyone brave enough to wander through that gateway when it emanated such dread normally associated with the Shadow Realm was likely to be someone who knew exactly what lay behind it, someone who knew what they were doing.
Moving swiftly, his cloak billowing around him, it was less than a minute after he had been stopped in his tracks that he saw a black shadow streak past the passageway ahead. Tensing, ready, his wand flicked up and produced a dreadful explosion in the wall where Keaira would have been in mere moments. Scowling, his eyes widened as the unexpected return spell shot towards him and, taking him largely unprotected, his exposed hand set fire under the influence of the spell. Yowling in shock and pain, a jet of water quickly streamed from the tip of his wand and onto the burning hand, dousing the flames and leaving behind scarred, disgusting flesh.
Anger surging within him, his steps carried him forwards at a fast rate and, murmuring several protective spells as he ran, he followed the trail left behind by the Shadow Warrior of Metal and her Elemental Master. Chasing with a new vengeance, a small voice told him to be cautious of falling into another trap. It was doubtful, considering the obvious reasoning for the pair being here and that Gat had a tendency to save his own hide whenever he could and run, but still they had already proven a fool of him once today and he did not intend for it to happen again.
Spying her descending the corridor ahead, Bishop alongside, he continued to run as he sent a stunning spell her way. With his luck, disarming them would only allow them a chance to use their specialised powers against him.
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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 Mar 13, 2008 13:26:40 GMT -5
The cold and the hopelessness he was prepared for. Keaira had spent some time coaching Zee on the effects of the Shadow Realm and so he was not caught completely off guard as his belief in Wysteria's survival began to slip away as soon as they entered. He simply had to keep telling himself that he would believe again as soon as he left this place. Zee's outfit was unnecessarily extravagant Three days had been more than enough time for him to think up a decent ensemble, despite being distracted by planning and training. Resembling archaic dueling garb, his legs were covered by slim fitting leather pants, mostly black with the front panel of the left leg bright red, while over his torso he wore a black satin shirt beneath a long leather jerkin, similarly a mixture of black and red leather. The clasps on this outer garment were of course metal and on his belt was a pouch holding several steel ball bearings. Zee was unsure if there would be metallic substances for him to use in the Shadow Realm, and even if there were it would likely be best to avoid contact with it. Strapped to the back of his belt were twin kukris, long curved daggers with the sharpened blade on the inside of the curve. With a slight shiver, Zee followed Keaira as they began their search. He too heard the scream and understood quite well what it entailed. With a grimace he wondered how many tortured Ravenclaws he would find lying at his feet before this war was done. One of the kukris appeared in his left hand in response to Keaira drawing her bow, his right hand occupied by three of the small metal orbs he was carrying, ready to fling them out and alter their shape as needed. A sharp exhalation escaped his lips as the explosion hit, spinning quickly to see where it had come from. Keaira was quicker, launching her spell before he had even noted Mordred's presence. Witnessing his hand catch fire brought a grim smile to Zee's face, then he was away, racing after Keaira as she barreled toward her lost love. Once his longer legs had him about caught up with her, he hazarded a glance back to see how their pursuit was coming along, and it was a very good thing that he did. Mordred's wand was pointing their way, a shimmering bolt of energy already blasting from its tip. Just as he'd practiced, Zee let fly one of the small pieces of metal in his hand, flattening it in the air into an ultra thin disc about a foot in diameter. The spell slammed into the metal barrier, crumpling it but still effectively halted. Zee wanted to turn and confront the man, or whatever Mordred Kade had become. He wanted to make someone pay for taking Wysteria and he didn't care who, so long as it was Dark Phoenix's minion. This was not an attack though; this was a rescue mission. As he began to absorb Keaira's emotions and memories, Zee felt a strong desire for Alessandro's safety wash over him. That would be far easier to achieve without Mordred pursuing them, so rather than fight, Zee grabbed a fistful of metal from his pouch and flung it before him. Each little sphere immediately began attaching itself to the walls, floor, or ceiling, expanding out to form a solid metal wall filling the entire corridor, though with a huge gap in the center rapidly closing. " Keep going! Jump through!" That being all the explanation he knew Keaira would need, he followed her through the opening as it continued to shrink, sealing completely with a heavy clang not three feet behind him. Perhaps it would hold Mordred at bay; perhaps it would merely slow him. Either way, they needed to get Alessandro and get out of their quickly. jerkin - www.ravenswoodleather.com/Jerkins/Images/Huntsman%20Jerkin/Huntsman1med.jpgkukris - i153.photobucket.com/albums/s216/phyreblade_blog/Weapons/Mutant%20Kukri/MutantKukri_200px.jpg
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 13, 2008 22:22:51 GMT -5
Knowing that the mission was to retrieve Alessandro and get out as quickly as they could, Keaira did not pause to look back after her spell was fired. Focused on getting her hands on the person that was harming her dear Alessandro, it was only due to Zane's actions that the spell that was sent her way did not hit her. Thankful that he was with her she pressed forward.
Mordred was still chasing them, she knew it, if they stayed to fight him Keaira understood that they might find themselves out classed, out spelled, and in a short while, outnumbered. Luckily Zane had already thought of a way to by them some more time. Keaira watched as the metal was sent out in front of them, and then as the wall forming. She would have to hand it to him, Zane had thought of some really useful things to do. Hearing his command she instantly listened. in a situation like this one, hesitation might just lead to death. Almost instantly after the two of them had passed through the opening, the metal wall behind then solidified completely, leaving them alone in the hallway with a set of giant oak doors ahead of them.
Keaira was not in the mood for stopping, and opening such big, heavy looking doors. So, with her wand attached to her arm, she aimed it at the doors. "Bombarda, Sectumsemper, Diffindo, confringo!" With as many spells as she cast toward the door, Keaira knew that said door had little chance of staying in its place. As the final spell made contact with the door, a look of triumph crossed Keaira's features as she witnessed the door blast outward, sending ice shards scattering about the room. With a few hurried steps forward Keaira was in the room, her eyes drawn immediately toward the figure that was nearly through the rift opened in a closet.
Reconititon dawned upon her instantly. Those intense green eyes the slightly scared face, Gat Solider, the boy she had grown to loath in the short time she had known him, was pulling her beloved Alessandro in to a rift that would take him away once more. Hatred oozed through her being, as she realized that it was Gat that had been torturing Alessandro. Shoving any other thought aside Keaira turned her attention to the boy who was disappearing through a rift.
A wicked grin crossed her face as she headed purposely through the rift, unaware of where it would take her. If there was any point in which she was most susceptible to the darkness with in her, it was now, when she had nothing on her mind except revenge. Charging through the portal, it took a moment for her to adjust when she reached the other side. She stumbled for a second, before she regained her balance. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness she was spewed out into. After a moment of looking about it dawned upon Keaira that they were now in a graveyard. But not any graveyard, it was one she had been to before. Stepping lightly on the frozen Irish soil, Keaira moved away from where the rift had left her. There was no need to be found unready, when her query started looking for her once again. Reaching out mentally Keaira kept alert for any sudden thoughts that would alert her to Gat's movements with time to react. She had a bad feeling about being in a grave yard, but couldn't quite place why.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 14, 2008 1:51:14 GMT -5
He was falling. Well, it felt like he was falling. If he was or not, that was in the air, he was surrounded by blackness, but nothing solid beneath him, so he felt as if he was falling, doomed to plummet into the recesses of darkness forever. Suddenly everything shifted violently. He felt his body jerk and the blackness around him scratched itself away to reveal a lavish scenario of some sort of countryside, and he was now standing on a balcony, in the night sky, and he was not alone. He turned to see who was there with him, and it was a girl, about his age, but her identity was somewhat unattainable, as she was wearing a beautiful blue dress and an intricately woven, silver wire mask. The most attracting feature to her was, however, her magically fluttering, fairy-esque wings to match. She was saying something to him, but he found that he was unable to hear anything. He was ripped out of his slumber and cruelly thrown into the harsh reality he had escaped by passing out. His stomach turned and he vomited on something indistinguishable to him at the moment. The smell of his environment had changed, now it was a more earthen, old smell, almost like he was outside, as opposed to the cold, dank, stone castle smell from earlier. His energy was severely low and his entire body shook as he pushed himself up so he could look and see exactly where he was. His legs were searing with pain, the impulses his nerve endings in his legs were sending to his brain were definitely received and he struggled to not scream. His eyes opened and his vision was blurry. Blinking a couple more times it focused slightly as he looked down and realized what he had been laying on. A grave stone. He was now in a cemetery somewhere, and was slightly confused. Wasn't he just in a castle somewhere? He knew better though. Having transported through a portal in the woods into some back entrance to Hogwarts. my ass... He thought as he continued to look around. Large, archaic tombstones stood against the night sky, mausoleums stood off in the near-distance, and flat grave stones riddled the cemetery ground, like the one he was laying on. To his severe dismay, a horrible sight was seen a couple feet away from him. It was a small object, in the shape of a broken twig. It was his wand, apparently snapped. Anger flowed through him as he remembered that this was the second wand he had gotten, his parents weren't too thrilled that he broke his first, but he was much happier with the quality of his second. Shaking those thoughts off, he came back to his more important situation. It appeared that his captor and assailant had abandoned him for the time being. He used this to his advantage and tried to hoist himself up, but the pain in his legs quickly amplified, causing him to cry out, but it was a short lived cry, as he muffled his sound quickly, growling painfully. He rolled over and reached out a hand to fumble for his snapped wand, he didn't care if it was broken, it was his, and he wanted it. He held it in front of his face as he lay there momentarily, examining it. There was no fixing it as it was completely snapped, each half dangling by the demiguise hair that had been a worthy core for him, earning him high marks in transfiguration. He pocketed the broken wand within his tattered robes and rolled onto his stomach. One....two...three.... He counted down mentally and on three, he pushed himself up and onto his feet, only to become overwhelmed by an extreme amount of pain. He thrust himself forward as quickly as possible, and threw his weight onto a large, statuesque, epitaph. The angelic form was somewhat shielding, and he used it to support himself, as well as hide himself from view. Whoever had brought him there, obviously had plans of killing him. Clutching onto the fortified statue, he began to turn himself, so that he could lay against the wings and look out and around him, to watch for his captor. As he was turning, he heard voices in the distance, and the sound of commotion. An ominous and dark familiarity overwhelmed him, like some twisted Deja Vu , as he felt like he had been there before.
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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 Mar 16, 2008 23:26:37 GMT -5
Skidding to a brief halt just outside the room, Zee shielded his face with one arm as the final impact of Keaira's undeniably effective if somewhat less than subtle spellwork blew the doors clean off their hinges, leaving scattered, twisted bits of wood littering the floor beyond, along with a great deal of ice shards which could mean only one probability. The Elemental Master of Water was there, and he was not pleased at the notion of them coming through the door. Stepping in behind Keaira to see what he could see, Zee noticed merely the last trailing foot vanish within the rift. Just as he started to telepathically ask Keaira what she wanted to do now, she started forward. Zee's eyes widened slightly at the recklessness of his counterpart, but in truth he realized there really was no other option. It would be amazingly simple for a trap to have been set on the other side, but what else could they do? Stay there? Zee knew Alessandro was through that rift though he had not himself seen the boy dragged through. Keaira had however, and his mind's eye could see it clearly. Shrugging helplessly at the strong possibility of imminent death on the other side, Zee followed his Shadow Warrior through the closet.
Having come through with a trace of caution, Zee easily kept from crashing into Keaira as he was deposited behind her in the cemetery. A quick glance around immediately brought to mind one of the famous stories of Harry Potter. At the end of the Triwizard Tournament the famous boy was ported to a cemetery where Voldemort waited for him. With a grimace Zee hoped this would not prove a similar story. If memory served, Harry's traveling companion was killed shortly after being ported. Now that he no longer believed Wysteria lost to him forever, he had little desire to be unforgivably cursed to death.
Moving quietly to follow Keaira once more, Zee was slightly alarmed at the severity of the loathing he was feeling from her. Was she not supposed to be separating herself from her emotions? Quick stepping up to her, Zee put his lips very close to her ear so he could whisper nearly noiselessly and still be heard. Perhaps it was foolish to risk speaking aloud given their mental connection, but given the regularity with which she now heard his mental voice, Zee thought his mind alone may not be able to reach her through the turmoil she was experiencing.
"Keaira, be careful. Darko is weak right now. If you're too emotional you may hurt him in your thirst for Soldier's blood. Give me your hatred along with your other emotions. They will not serve you now."
Even as he spoke Zee's eyes constantly moved, scanning the area for any sign of motion. After a few seconds, he remembered that nifty little spell he'd invented and whispered the invocation, his vision in the dark improving tenfold.
"Atra Visum."
((The original desc I'd given for the spell. "The atrum charm ("atra visum" being the incantation) gave him the ability to see in the dark as plainly as he could in light, though the color scheme was a bit skewed. This however gave him the ability to differentiate between areas of darkness and light. It was very confusing at first, but Zee had grown accustomed to it."))
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Post by Mordred Kade on Mar 17, 2008 21:29:29 GMT -5
His upper lip curling back angrily as he saw the solid wall of metal forming before him, he knew that he would not be able to fit through. His mind running quickly over his inventory of spells, he shot the Defodio Curse toward it and found it had no impact whatsoever. Stopping to take his breath and think over this slight problem furthermore, he also attempted to blast it aside once more. Not bothering to stop and mumble about the problem, he instead reverted to muttering “duro” and “deprimo” in quick succession, the metal instantly turning to stone and then being easily cut through; the wall soon shattered and fell away before the now running Mordred.
Pushing on through the corridor, Keaira and Zane were both long gone through the door ahead; the door he knew to have contained both Gat and Alessandro behind it. The brief satisfaction of earlier quite deteriorated, he knew there was still a chance of not losing one captive, but gaining two more, and he would do everything in his power to at least ensure they kept one of the students.
Proceeding somewhat more carefully through the door, he found there was no need. Everyone was gone and he followed them through after casting a few more protective spells around himself. Landing face-first on the somewhat damp ground beneath himself, he quickly jumped to his feet and cast his suspicious eyes around what appeared to be a graveyard. How could that idiot have brought them into such open ground… Narrowing his eyes at Gat’s choice of location to fight, he knew that they would have had a better chance with Gat holding them off in that room and Mordred pursuing them from behind, sandwiched inbetween. Now it was to be an all-out battle, face-to-face.
Searching frantically for the pair of Metal commanders that had sought their friend, the Master of Fire, he easily found the readily armed Keaira standing a few metres away, as well as Zane standing beside her. “Atrum funis,” he shouted, his wand directed quickly toward the pair. Intending to capture them both within the dark length of rope he had just created around the pair of them, his eyes searched instantly for Alessandro as he waited for the spell to take effect and bind them. Almost as an afterthought, albeit it a very quick one, he attempted to disarm the both of them.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 20, 2008 6:55:19 GMT -5
Her foot steps crunched lightly on the ground as she walked a familiar path around several gravestones. A tree at the bottom of a small hill was only a few dozen feet away. Next to the tree, built into the hill itself was a mausoleum. The white marble building stood before them, two pillars framing a black door. Words in Latin were etched below the peak of the building, 'Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur'. Just above them, a stone carving of an angel, her head resting on her arms, hair cascading, covering her face. The angel wept for those lost, her eyes never seeing, never offering any solace, or comfort to those that needed it. A wrought iron fence guarded the entrance to the mausoleum, it was never locked, and did not really keep anything with in its gate, but merely gave one a feeling that the deceased that were housed within were protected.
Keaira had been to that location more than once during her life, including the time she had watched as her grandfather was placed with in the walls of the building. She knew that if one entered the black doors a large room would await you, four benches adorned the room, one for each wall. Each wall, with the exception of the entrance was adorned with 30 plaques, 5 rows, each with 6 plaques, each plaque 24 inches long by 18 inches tall. The wall that held the entrance held instead, 22 inch squares, each one covered with glass, a small mounted metal plate at the top of each glass covered chubby. Five high on either side of the door, and one above the door in the center, nearly each one housing a ceramic container, holding what was left of a loved one. Many of the plaques held unreadable names and dates, with a short sentence for each person. Some of them however, were much newer. The names that adorned them, and the words that had been written still freshly carved in the stone, some, as fresh as the memory of their placement there. The 10x10x10 building that was build in to the ground itself could hold as many as 101 interred family members, as Keaira thought about that, she realized that one day, possibly even today, she may be joining them.
As she moved ever closer to the building that housed the deceased in her family she let some of her anger slip away, as she thought back to the last time she had passed though those black doors. The summer before last, she had gone to visit him, the two year anniversary of his death. She had found that it was much harder to look upon the plaque that signified her grandfather on the second year than it had been at the end of the first. It had truly sunk in that there was no going back, and that she would have to move on during that visit. She had left a single white rose on the bench facing her grandfathers grave, and had left. This was the first time since than she had stepped foot in to this graveyard. Such were the trick of the Mage, to bring you to the place where you are most likely to let your emotions rule you, and thus be easy prey.
Even with that revelation it was not until Zane's words were whispered in to her ear that she nodded in agreement, and began honestly separating herself from her emotions. If she allowed herself to fall to the Mage's trap than it would only mean disaster, for herself, Zane, and Alessandro. Keaira closed her eyes, and breathed, filling her lungs deeply with air, and then let it all go. Her anger melted out of her, her sadness, and fear left. Her memories slowly began categorizing themselves with in her own mental folders, and then were locked away with in Zane. As she lifted her memories and emotions out of her, she held on to her memories of Alessandro, and her feelings for him, until the last second, allowing them to linger with in the hollow shell that she had become.
Knowing that it was for the best made giving up her past, and her present easier. If Mordred came at them, perhaps she could use the chanting she had been taught to cause him immense pain, even if it wouldn't kill him. She was a bit sketchy on that detail, because he was a wraith with in a human body, Keaira was not sure if the same things would take him down. However, if it came down to it, she would have to try.
As they crept along, searching for Alessandro and Gat, Keaira kept her mind clear off emotions, focusing on her sight, and her steps. It was because of her focus that she heard the spell that Mordred fired, mere seconds before it reached them. Knowing that there was little time to react, Keaira pushed Zane to the side, knocking him away from the spell. She knew that she would be more effective if one of them were to be bound. The ropes hit her with a good amount of force, slamming her arms, to her side, and bringing her to her knees. As they wrapped themselves around her body, she cried out, but not in pain, but to chant. If he was susceptible to the power of the chants, Mordred would be in a bit of pain with in a few moments. If not, there was still hope. As Mordred's disarming curse hit Keaira she felt her arm, jerk a little, but that was it. Her wand was still strapped to her arm, a plan that had worked out quite nicely particularly now. Bound as she was, she knew that any spell she cast, would likely hit her, however, if that was what it took. She would do it.
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Post by gatsoldier on Mar 20, 2008 15:56:11 GMT -5
Gat was finding it EXTREMELY difficult to drag his unconscious captive. And worse yet, he was completely and utterly defenseless. Rage coursed through his body, but he ignored it. His concentration was at the moment completely focused on hiding Darko away so he could regain his strength. His arm was sending pulses of pain through his shoulder. Then Gat saw what looked like a statue of an angel , a simple hiding place, but also an effective place to defend himself. He attempted to pull Darko the length of the distance to the statue ahead. He couldn't even shield his mind, as he learned a while back that Keaira was a telepath. He was truly completely vulnerable. He pulled Darko to a sitting position hidden behind this statue. He raised his wand on Darko. 'This is IT!' He thought to himself. He withdrew his wand and aimed it at the chest of Alessandro Darko.
"Avada......" He did not finish the curse as he heard foot prints nearby. Fury shot through his mind, and he could not fight in such a weakened state.
[glow=red,2,300]"Atrum funis"[/glow]
Gat irrationally freaked out. It sounded very close, as if they were only a meter away. Gat dived out firing stupify spells from behind the statue and ran for the nearby trees. He did not check to see what he hit before he ran and without knowing it had fired a perfectly straight shot aimed at the chest of..........the formerly known Mordred Kade. Gat ran through the trees until he had gotten a good distance away. Then he called hiss house-elf to his side. With a "pop" Ghastly was there beside him. With another "pop" he disappeared into the darkness of the night.
(ooc: Better?)
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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 Mar 20, 2008 17:34:09 GMT -5
Once more Zee appreciated the little perks of his connection with Keaira, glimpsing her intent less than a second before her felt her desperate shove. It was enough though and he moved with the force, rolling to the side and placing an ancient stone obelisk between himself and Mordred. Had he been taken completely by surprise he likely would have ended up sprawled in the dirt, or perhaps have met the obelisk face first. Zee was . . . relatively athletic all things considered, but his mind was far more agile than his body.
As he rose back to his feet, Zee struggled for a moment with all the memories and emotions he had just absorbed, working to keep them separate from his own and forcing them into a deep recess of his mind where even he would not have ready access. It took him several heartbeats before he was fully aware of his surroundings again, and at the point he found himself flung to the ground again, this time of his own will, as numerous stunning spells cascaded through the area. Again Zee found himself disapproving of Gat's lack of subtlety. Looking up in time to see the other Elemental Master disappear into a thicker copse of trees, Zee pushed himself up in order to pursue.
Before two steps had been taken however, Zee winced and turned back. Retrieving Darko may have their objective, but he couldn't leave Keaira at Mordred's mercy. Rushing back to her side, Zee deftly sliced the ropes off her with the kukri he still held, having been pushed aside of Mordred's disarming charm. The blade was unbelievably sharp and cut cleanly through the magical bonds, yet Zee's command over his element allowed him to keep the metal from so much as scratching Keaira's pale skin, or even damaging her apparel. Virtually screaming into her mind to go after Gat and save Darko, Zee set himself squarely between his Shadow Warrior and the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
While Zee wasn't entirely sure what Mordred was, his understanding was that all the humanity was gone, the man he'd once been effectively dead. This freed Zee of any compunctions he had of utterly destroying the being before him. Despite Zee's atrocious acts, he had never killed a human. In his study of the dark arts and horcruxes, he'd come to understand how each human life taken damaged the killer's soul. Something about that disturbed him and so he'd carefully avoided taking his parents' lives despite the inconvenience of keeping them imperiused. Now though, since Mordred was no longer human . . . Zee aimed his finger straight for the "man's" chest and muttered the curse, the green light shooting forth.
"Avada Kedavra."
Honestly he somewhat doubted the curse would have any effect, but if he could end this fight quickly and painlessly, he certainly would. Remembering how his patronus had had some effect on the Shadows in the forest, Zee promptly summoned that as well, the silver shark materializing and circling his protectively, though he was equally unsure how effective that would be against a Shadow inside a human body. He had not called it forth in some time, not since he'd been told of Wysteria's death. Now though that he believed her to still be alive somewhere . . .
Kukri in his left hand, right hand pointed and ready to spout off more spells, Zee gritted his teeth in preparation of whatever was to come.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 20, 2008 20:15:03 GMT -5
Words spewed forth fervently as she chanted, hoping that it would affect Mordred negatively, but prepared that it would not. Her voice rose in a soft chorus speaking each word, and flowing them together. It really was a gift, the way she worked her song to breathe out of her body, and in to the ears of those around her. It was lucky for her that the spell had brought her to her knees, as she watched and felt several stunning spells fly over her head off in to the night. Her voice did not faultier as the spells shot over her head, nor as she felt her bonds cut free, and the command echo across her mind. Zane was right, Alessandro would need one of the to help him, and Keaira was the best equipped to find him.
Abandoning her bow that had been dropped when the ropes had wrapped themselves around her, Keaira took off running in the direction that the stunning spells had been cast. It had made the most sense to her that if Mordred was the direction in which the precisely aimed ropes were cast, than Gat, and by association, Alessandro were in the direction that the sporadic array of stunning spells had been carelessly sent. Keaira pushed her mind out of it boundaries, and felt for any presence with in the graveyard that was human. As she came to a semi clearing she saw a flash of light ahead as something popped in to existence, knowing that it was Gat's escape plan. Quickly checking to ensure that Alessandro was not with Gat, she let the first spell that came to mind head toward Gat and his elf. Her chanting died, and she quickly replaced the words with those of a blasting charm aimed toward the wooded area that she knew held Gat and his house elf but not her beloved Alessandro.
Willing the spell to find its target Keaira turned her attention back to searching. It took her only a moment to locate the faded, and pained consciousness that was Alessandro Orion Darko. Taking off in that direction she rounded a small corner and saw the angelic statue that he was using to keep his balance. A smile would have crept in to her face as she saw the boy she had come to rescue was still alive, and even better, was awake, and attempting to move, however, with her emotions separated she simply stared ahead, focused on the task at hand. Rushing forward Keaira wished that she knew more healing spells, and didn't have to rely so much on potions. Slowing down as she get closer to where he was perched, she mentally reached out to him.
"Alessandro, It's Keaira, are you alright, We've brought things to help you. Can you travel, or will you need healing?"
The words were projected mentally to prevent them from being heard, as of now, Mordred was probably busy with Zane, and if the fates were on their side, Zane, and Keaira would be able to survive the night, and make it back to Hogwarts with Alessandro, and with both their lives. First thing first though, they needed to find a way to incapacitate Mordred, so they would have a moment to think about how they would get back to the school.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Mar 20, 2008 20:25:23 GMT -5
Crying out in triumph as Keaira fell to her knees, he searched frantically for the Elemental Master she had previously shoved aside. Not managing to find him, his eyes narrowed and he flicked them back to O’Connell. Scowling in her direction, his raised wand flicked slightly as he began the incantation and, completely unexpectedly, he saw a Stunning Spell heading straight for his chest. His eyes widened, he saw it land directly in the centre of his sternum and bounce off again. Thankful for the added protection he had laid upon himself previously, he screamed Gat’s name angrily, for who else could it have been, and directed his attention right back to the attempted heroes.
Finding a now unbound Keaira and Zane standing before her, he heard a loud pop and knew that he was fighting this battle alone. Not that Soldier was ever much help… But he added to the numbers, in any case. In the instant that a flash of green light reached his eyes, he automatically fell to the ground and rolled aside, his reflexes honed for just such a purpose. While the demon within would endure through the Killing Curse, the body it held would not and such a thing would just be inconvenient.
Rising to his feet as quickly as possible, it was mid-way through standing as his wand pointed to Bishop and slashed through the air. His chances against two Elemental Masters, albeit one unconscious one, and a Shadow Warrior were not great, but he was determined to leave some marks so that they realised it was not advisable to enter foreign territory and take something they had so surreptitiously stolen in the first place.
His face drawn into a nasty scowl, he felt the presence of a patronus nearby and knew the castor to be either Keaira or Zane; the Alessandro boy would be far too weak to do such a thing, and Mordred couldn’t even be sure that the Ravenclaw was conscious, wherever he was. Seeing the bright light of what appeared some very large fish, he directed his now more steady wand arm toward the wizard or witch it encircled and slashed heavily once more. In quick succession, the demon within began to twitch angrily at what could only have been chanting. Anger swirling for the Shadow Warrior, the only one able to do such a thing, he sent a furious spell with a flicking of his wand her way. “Incendia profusum!” he screamed, a stream of fire instantly flowing from his wand and toward her. Shifting his wand around, the stream bathed the entire graveyard in light and continued on toward the Master of Metal. Two birds with one stone, he could only hope.
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