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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 11:56:16 GMT -5
{ that's truuuue and with hand-picking, cicuta could decide based on what she can offer the students in return for their loyalty like "hey if you help me out, i'll make sure you pass all your classes! you don't even have to show up!" or "you can do whatever you want and never worry about detention again" }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 12, 2017 11:58:11 GMT -5
( tbh Rhyne would probably be chill with that at first )
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 12, 2017 11:59:28 GMT -5
( cicuTA YOU CANNOT BRIBE THE STUDENTS! )
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 12, 2017 12:00:16 GMT -5
(Yoo hoo! And i agree that Cicuta handpicking students for her cause would be better and then offer incentives in return for their loyalty!
edit: Cicuta can and will bribe the students!)
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Post by shades on Oct 12, 2017 12:06:43 GMT -5
[ oh you know. senior year of college. what sucks is trying to pass all advance courses, study for the GRE, and then take the GRE with expectation to pass, all the while remaining a positive student on campus (lol @ GPA this semester). anyways, i've been down in a funk and i'm honestly considering going to grad school for library information sciences?? so i wanna write again and i'm not sure what to write sooooo. here i am. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 12:18:10 GMT -5
{ cicuta can do whatever she wants! she'll bribe students all she wants! okay, so who's characters would be down for joining the wardens?
well, you know there's always a place for you here if you want, shades! i could make up a new character slot and then there's the incubus and succubus which are kind of exclusive rn }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 12, 2017 12:23:11 GMT -5
( me )
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Post by shades on Oct 12, 2017 12:25:12 GMT -5
[ you know, joining a roleplay is exactly what I need. I have no idea what character to use/if I wish to create one. However, if you make a spot/tell me to take a spot, I will find a character that fits! ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 12:31:07 GMT -5
{ hmmm. well, there's always the Incubus which might be a good fit for Mitchie but I was kind of picturing him and the Succubus as artistic types, the definition of muggle contraband, the type of people that sell amortentia in their spare time for the heck of it
personally i was thinking of taking the Succubus because dramaaaaa! but if you don't like that, I could add something new? }
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Post by shades on Oct 12, 2017 12:39:49 GMT -5
[ Incubus would definitely be Mitchie if I had to pick an old character. I also have been thinking of a character based on this kid I see on campus who pushes open double doors with a dramatic flare and I crack up every time (he's my campus hero) and saunters down the skybridge. I wrote an ambiguous paragraph about him doing that to procrastinate studying, it was great. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 12:56:43 GMT -5
{ alright, well i'm going to open up the Incubus for any takers in an hour or so you can have it if you want and use mitchie or make a new character
i'm still debating whether or not to use phoebe or you can wait and i'll make up a new slot in which case you could have that role and the Incubus, but you seem a little busy to handle two characters }
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 12, 2017 14:52:15 GMT -5
[ ah, this all sounds really fun! i think the bribing would work quite well for loyalty and such. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 15:24:12 GMT -5
{ okay! so if you guys want your character to be a part of cicuta's special task force just let me know! hmmm what else is there to discuss??? }
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 15:32:49 GMT -5
{ since serv is the one rping cicuta i can't answer fully BUT for the most part, cicuta is putting a lockdown on the students because she suspects some of them might be helping absolon abernathy somehow her overall goal (and the reason the ministry appointed her) is to create a stronger divide between the muggle world and the wizarding world }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 12, 2017 15:33:57 GMT -5
( I dunno Cicuta's demeanor, but she could- for some reason- be working with Absolon. Why? I ' unno. Just an idea.
Or not. But putting the school on high defense would definitely solidify your cover. )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 15:44:26 GMT -5
{ that's true, that's true }
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 15:56:45 GMT -5
{ oooh that's a good idea!
oh no Robin </3 i'm sorry to hear that. i hope everything works out! }
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 16:09:29 GMT -5
{ okay, i've got the starter done i'll post it in a sec }
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 12, 2017 16:16:07 GMT -5
Idk if Aviva should be a professor Or an auror that's really ticked off w abby))
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 16:19:16 GMT -5
{ auror! auror! auror! }
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 12, 2017 16:20:31 GMT -5
(auror! auror! an auror could be way more conflict!)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 16:24:11 GMT -5
Wide, black night hunkered over the wood. Moonless and starless. A shape hunched low in the snarled hands of a brambles, breathing fine white clouds into the bottomless shadows. Night crawled thick over the figures skin, forgiving dark that painted him as part of the landscape. His lungs ached and cramps had knotted in his thighs.
The shadows shifted. Blacker against black.
The figure stayed low, stayed hidden. Another shadow emerged, splitting off from the first. And another and another. The trees swarmed with them, seethed with them. Soundless, they glided through gnarled and twisted trunks.
His lungs burned with held breath. The figure’s body rippled and shifted, appearing like the disturbed surface of a once-calm pond. Where once a man had crouched, now a small golden dragon coiled. The changed remained undetected by his pursuers, but he could hold this form for only so long before it became painful. Three years of wallowing in grime and horror, there was no price he wouldn't pay to keep the fickle freedom he'd reaped.
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NOTORIOUS TERRORISTESCAPES AZKABAN Black ink eyes stared back into ink-black eyes. His father's mugshot swallowed the front page of the Daily Prophet, all cool defiance and composure. The apathy of those eyes was like a stone in Beau's throat. He almost wanted to crumple the paper into ball and toss into onto the tracks for the train to eat. Reading the headline was bad enough, but Beau forced himself to press on into the lengthy blocks of texts sprawled like wings on either side of his father's portrait.
Absolon Abernathy, 45, was discovered missing from his cell in Azkaban on the night of August 31st. The wizarding world is currently reeling from the disappearance and many are left scrambling for answers. The Minister of Magic assures the public that "[Abernathy] will be found in no time". Any information concerning Abernathy should be reported immediately. If spotted, contact local authorities at once. We urge that you do not use magic against this man. Do not attempt to apprehend him alone. “You shouldn’t be reading that.” Beau folded the Daily Prophet in half as Algernon cut into his thoughts. Tucking the newspaper under his arm, he cast a bang-fringed glare his brother’s way, “And you shouldn’t read over people’s shoulders. It’s rude.” Algernon was no taller than Beau, but his presence felt enormous. The elder brother of sixteen minutes. The golden boy. Everyone’s favorite.
“Leave him be, Al! We’re the sons of a rebel, remember? We can do whatever we want!” Ambrose was quick to join in. He threw his arm around Beau’s shoulder with enough force to nearly send the young man face-first into the platform. Irritated, Beau tried to shrug him off while Algernon’s mouth tightened into a line, “He’s not a rebel. And this is nothing to joke about, Ambrose. We have to be careful, people already suspect we have something to do with… Our father’s escape.”
Ambrose lifted an eyebrow, but conceded, “Fine. We won’t make a scene. Not like we were going to anyway, dad.”
Finally free of Ambrose's grip, Beau turned on the technically eldest of their trio. “Why are you even here? You graduated last year, I thought you were going to study in Japan.” The young man’s gaze was scathing and neutral at the same time, still deciding how he should feel about the subject.
Algernon merely shrugged, Beau’s glare beading off him like water off a duck's back. “I got a low mark in history of magic and I plan to remedy that this year.” Beau swallowed the urge to roll his eyes━ it felt like an ember sliding down his throat. Of course.
“You know you won’t stop being dad’s favorite because of one low grade. What was it? An E? Exceeds Expectations?”
Algernon turned on him then, hurt flashing in his eyes. It was Beau’s first time seeing his brother look anything but unruffled, “You think I’m dad’s favorite?” Was that a twinge of confusion in his voice?
This time, he did roll his eyes. Figures, the genius who skipped a grade couldn’t imagine being anyone’s favorite anything. Unless it was favorite person to hate. He quickened his pace, leaving his brother to find someone else to bother. The Gryffindor boy climbed aboard the bright scarlet train, newspaper tucked firmly beneath his arm and luggage wheeling behind him. Students crammed the aisles of the train, calling out to friends and grabbing whatever compartments were available (a number that was shrinking by the second).
Loathe to be stuffed into a small space with others, Beau chose an empty compartment closer to the back of the train car. He mulled over the thought of bespelling the door to lock, but the existence of the alohomora charm was enough to shut that idea down.
He reclined in his seat and pulled out the newspaper once more. It was only one of many iterations━ Abernathy Free! Dark Wizard Escapes Azkaban! ━all proclaiming the same thing: Absolon Abernathy was somewhere that wasn't a prison cell and nobody knew where. Dark eyes slid over the page once, twice, always settling on the image of his father. If his dad was really free, then where was he? He certainly hadn’t dropped by the Abernathy estate for a quick visit. Not that Beau would have wanted him to. Or mom. Three years in Azkaban must have changed him. Maybe he forgot he had a family.
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 12, 2017 16:25:09 GMT -5
Auror it is!
we could do side plots! A major confrontation! Drama! This will be fun lol))
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 12, 2017 16:30:58 GMT -5
"Where once a man had crouched, now a small golden dragon coiled." AAAABBBY!!)
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 12, 2017 16:48:39 GMT -5
[ i was just kind of curious. what would everyone patronus be? or does anybody have that kind of idea yet? ]
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