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| Magical Theory - Day 4, Period 2.; Emotions. | |
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| Charles Tortal | Oct 15 2008, 06:15:37 PM Post #1 |
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Charles sat at his desk with papers piled on his desk. His appearance had be reinstated and he was all but relaxed. Knowing that the students would be coming in soon, his mind needed to be cleared, especially with the reappearance of the headmistress back at the school. She would be curious and suspicious, he knew, since Edgar McDonald was under the control of Imperious. She wasn't a push over in her old age, but she was still nothing in comparison compared to himself. Already written on the board were the lesson plans. Charles was suspiciously on time and on top of things today; the mirror edge of his normal self. Today marks the beginning of a new type of lesson. It involves some sort of psychology to be influenced, but even this simplistic ideal from Muggle reference contains so much power. Magic, seeming to be a living thing itself, is affected by the controller. As seen in the duel of Jerkinson vs. O'Malley in 1749, Jerkinson was calm and collected, while O'Malley was emotional and obstinate. O'Malley won dramatically due to his rageful unleashment of curses, yet Jerkinson put up an unbelievable amount of defense from his ability to stay calm under pressure. Emotions can effect everything and anything that we put our minds to. Elemental controllers rely on specific feelings to connect with Magic in different ways, and spells and incantations are always stronger depending on what classification the spell is under and what you're feeling as you're casting it. Defensive spells react to positive emotions - happiness, calmness, etc. Transfigurable spells reacts to your imagination - the better you are at it, the more creative you are. Curses and spells that cause pain react to "negative" emotions - anger, sadness, pain, etc. You may duel with these in mind, or you may use the practice dummies with curses. Use the enchanted mirror near the entrance to conjure a reflection depending on your emotional want. Say what emotion you want to feel and it will conjure up an image to contour to it. Approach me with any questions. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 15 2008, 11:58:32 PM Post #2 |
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Kiki pulled Justin through the door to the Magical Concepts classroom. She walked, grasping his hand tightly to the back of class on the Hufflepuff Side and slid into one of the double desks. Professor Tortal gave her the creeps, so she aimed to be as far in the back as possible. Kiki pulled out her inkwell and parchment. She put her yellow quill in her inkwell and tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. |
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| Justin Brooks | Oct 16 2008, 12:11:01 AM Post #3 |
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Justin watched Professor Tortal with a sharp eye as he sat down. There was something about the man that made him so..eerie. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he looked over at Katriane and whispered quietly. "Just..pay attention and he won't do anything. If he does..I'll deal with him.." |
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| Julianne Johns | Oct 16 2008, 04:44:24 AM Post #4 |
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Jay walked into class and noticed she was the only Ravenclaw there. wow she thought am I actually early for my least favourite class? What's next? Completing homework? completely shocked at herself, she found a desk at the back of the classroom and looked up at the board. could he have made this lesson any more boring?she thought. Jay pulled out her notebook and starting doodling. This was going to be a long lesson. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 16 2008, 04:23:21 PM Post #5 |
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Cameron sat on the opposite side of Kiki and listened to the professor. The class seemed midly interesting, much better then history of magic. Cam also enjoyed the company of the even-tempered and smart Ravenclaws. The shananigans of the Slytherins made him quite ready for a nap. Cam marked down some main points of the Professor's opening statements. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Oct 16 2008, 05:45:29 PM Post #6 |
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Tristan stepped through the door and took a seat in the middle of the room. He had never specifically spoken to any of the Hufflepuffs except Kiki but she was sitting too far in the back for his liking. Knowing Professor Tortal he would be more likely to target those who were so obviously uncomfortable. Jotting down a few notes he extracted his wand from its holster and decided he'd have a go at one of the practice mannequins. And yet a question occurred to him, "Professor, wouldn't it be quite difficult to go from emotionally high to calm and relaxed quite quickly? Is it more likely that you need to decide before hand how your going to puesue the battle?" |
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| Charles Tortal | Oct 16 2008, 06:05:27 PM Post #7 |
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"Meditation is the main factor that allows you to control your emotions. As I said in the previous lesson, it is an important study that should be able to give you a better connection to magic and would allow you to focus the spells in a better, more powerful way," Charles responded to Mr. Nightshade, resting his hands behind his head. "The best duelers decide on what sort of tactic they should be using throughout the entire duel to make sure that they are better positioned for their patterns. O'Malley was somewhat of a... questionable duelist as his position was relentless and out of the ordinary." Charles sighed and looked at the students in the back of the room. He released a slight chuckle of annoyance. He kept his eyes on the sleepers in the back and continued. "Spells still work fine with any sort of emotional position, but to make them more powerful and effective, a certain kind of emotion is supposed to go with it." Standing up, he folded his hands behind his back. He glared at those who weren't paying attention. "And with practice," he boomed to the back. "Maybe you won't get completely obliterated during duels or self defense!" Flashing a look at Mr. Nightshade, he made a quick apologetic face to make sure that he knew that he wasn't yelling at him before returning his gaze to the other students. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Oct 16 2008, 06:18:09 PM Post #8 |
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Tristan watched on with a mildly bemused and curious face, his head tilted slightly to the side as if watching an interesting exhibit at the zoo; was the Professor actually being nice to him? The man scared the hell out of him just from being around and yet here he was making apologetic faces at him. Perhaps he values and appreciates those that make an effort to learn what he is offering, he chided himself. Though very unusual, there was no doubt that Professor Tortal's class was one of the most fascinating and, in all likelihood, useful ones he was taking. He got out of his seat and positioned himself near a mannequin, where he began to think on all the hurtful and painful memories he could remember from his time at Hogwarts. Most seemed to involve Julian in some way. |
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| Arthwen Eruwaedhiel Clover | Oct 16 2008, 06:41:14 PM Post #9 |
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Arthwen entered the classroom and took a seat. She read the board but had no idea what it meant or how to ask for a clearer understanding. |
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| Sheena Ryan | Oct 17 2008, 09:53:23 AM Post #10 |
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Sheena entered the classroom and took a seat next to Tristan. She had never spoken to him before, but at least she had someone else from her House. She heard Professor Tortal talk about controlling your emotions in a duel, but she had absolutely no idea on how to do that. The curriculum here looked to be a lot tougher than the one in her old school. Taking out her quill and parchment, she wrote down all the stuff he had said. |
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| Alise de Chagny | Oct 17 2008, 01:07:34 PM Post #11 |
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Alise walked calmly through the corridors, but sped up when she realized she was late. Rushing through all the students, she avoided several catastrophes and sighed in relief when she saw the "Magical Concepts" classroom. Walking in, she believed she saw three other Ravenclaws, but she couldn't be sure...as a transfer directly from Beauxbatons, she didn't know very many people yet. Taking a seat near the professor, she took out parchment and copied down everything from the board. She had to keep her hands and mind busy or she'd begin to sleep or daydream. One of the downsides of having a clever mind... After she had finished, she realized only one boy had gotten up and begun to participate. With an inaudible sigh of annoyance, she went forward to the mirror and held her wand in her hand. Without speaking to the professor, she immediately began. "Confidence." She figured this could be used for defensive spells, so she watched as the mirror configured an image to correspond. Thinking that she had done this correctly, but determined to not make a fool of herself on the first day, she looked over her shoulder at the professor. He seemed older, stern and intelligent. Just her kind of man. She was odd in that way, and she had a feeling he wouldn't like her. She would never be scared of any frighten tactics he might use, as she was naively fearless...except when it came to snakes. Trying to remember the teacher's name, she put her finger on it and spoke in her smooth but low voice. "Professor Tortal, am I doing this correctly?" As a Ravenclaw, she had no qualms speaking up in class and asking for help if she needed it. Her thirst for knowledge overrode most pride, so her turquoise eyes met his evenly and waited for a reply. |
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| Sheena Ryan | Oct 17 2008, 03:21:18 PM Post #12 |
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Sheena noticed that the others in her class were getting up and practicing, so she stood up. Going in front of a mirror, she said the emotion she wanted it to portray. "Happiness." She hoped she was doing it right, and if not, she could always ask the professor. |
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| Hellius Surla | Oct 17 2008, 07:12:00 PM Post #13 |
If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification.
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OOC: After speaking the feeling, your mind will go into a short vision sequence which should help you achieve the specified emotion. Detailed visions will receive housepoints. |
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| Sheena Ryan | Oct 17 2008, 09:25:51 PM Post #14 |
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As soon as Sheena spoke her emotion, she began to see a series of visions. First she saw herself at age 6, celebrating with her team when they won their first ever football game. The girl in the picture was screaming at the top of her lungs and patting her teammates on the back. Then the picture changed to reveal a family of five standing around a birthday cake. The girl blowing the candles out looked pretty much the same at 11 that she did at 5, with the notable exception that her breasts were starting to develop. A few minutes later, an owl flew into the kitchen and delivered a letter to the birthday girl. The last vision appearing in the picture was one that had occured last spring. It took place in a huge stadium with 15 people up in the air on broomsticks, and tons more in the bleachers. The same girl that was blowing out her birthday cake 2 years earlier was on a broomstick, holding what looked to be a Quaffle and shooting it towards the other team's hoop. As it went in, another teenager on her team held up what looked to be a Snitch. The team was on the ground and their Seeker was holding up a shiny cup. The visions then disappeared, and Sheena felt happiness radiating from every fiber in her body. |
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| Alise de Chagny | Oct 17 2008, 11:28:31 PM Post #15 |
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Alise was waiting for an answer when all of the sudden her mind began playing a movie similar to a dream. The visions flashed before her eyes and she stumbled a bit in surprise as the memory played out on the mirror for everyone to see. She was standing in a large room with a piano on one side and a harp next to it. In front of the two elaborate instruments were a few dozen chairs filled with a variety of well-dressed men and women. They were all talking excitedly in French. It could almost be seen as a who's who of French nobility, and they were all waiting for the main event. Eventually, a small girl of about eight years old emerged from a side door. Her strawberry blonde curls were arranged in an ethereal halo around her small head and her little shoes echoed softly on the marble floor. Her dress was a light blue taffeta material with gold thread embroidering each pleat. Her face was delicate and pretty with a small rosebud mouth and bright turquoise eyes. She beamed at all the audience and a collective "Aww!" went up through the crowd. An older man blushed a little at his supposedly aristocratic daughter's impolite behavior, but his wife smiled broadly and winked at her little girl. The girl walked to the center of the room and made sure that her petite form was visible to all present and then cleared her throat dramatically before beginning a beautiful rendition of Mozart's aria for the "Queen of the Night" from the "Magic Flute." Although it was written for a woman over 30 years the girl's senior, she hit the notes perfectly and executed each trill with ease. Her eerie voice pierced the stunned silence of the room and everyone gasped. When she was finished, she smiled in relief at her mother and ran to her in excitement. The rest of the crowd stood and began to applaud loudly. Margrete de Chagny scooped up her little Alise with tears of pride in her eyes and spoke quietly to her. "Du did en praktfull oppgaven , meg liten prinsessen." The little girl blushed and answered. "Takk, takk skal du ha." The older man came over and took the small girl from her mother's arms and smiled down at her as well. "Oui, vous étions merveilleux." "Merci, papa." The family shed tears of joy and happiness while all the guests congratulated the small girl on her triumph. It was one of the best days of her life, and she felt like she was on top of the world. She felt like she could do anything. When Alise came back from the flashback, she smiled and felt a surge of confidence. Wow...that really does work. She thought as she looked at the mirror. Realizing that the rest of the class had seen her entire memory, she blushed and backed away to let another person go. ((OOC: Is that what you wanted? I was a bit confused...)) |
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| Emma Gray | Oct 18 2008, 08:18:01 AM Post #16 |
be fearless; // EM: THE .GIF QUEEN!
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Emma walked in, spotted Tristan, and immediately walked over to him positioned by a mannequin. She tried to remind herself that this may have been better than staying in the library, but she wasn't so sure now. Professor Tortal always gave her an uneasy feeling in her stomach, and today was no different. She smiled at Tristan halfheartedly and whispered, "Bon jour, mon ami," before glancing up at the board. Emotions. This should be... ...Horrible. "Emotional want?" she glanced at Tristan. "Does winning the next Quidditch match count?" She grinned and shrugged, walking over to the mirror. Emma saw a girl stepping away, flushed from excitement. Is this mirror really that great? Em sighed...I guess I'll find out. What do I want? More than anything... Em bit her lip, trying to think and concentrate. What do I want?...I want...Violetta Sparks to shut up? I want...a family. But is that an emotion? I want...to be apathetic. That's the lack of emotion. Oh, my gosh. I'm so going to fail. Emma blinked into the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. And then it clicked. "Peace. I want peace." Em's bottom lip trembled slightly as she stared back into her reflection, her blue eyes wide. "Peace. Solace. Relief. Calm." Physically, Em knew she was in the classroom, but mentally, she had been completely overwhelmed by a sudden burst of energy. She could feel the tips of her fingers shaking as her eyes widened - Swaying palm trees, a gentle hand rubbing her forehead soothingly. She was lying on a beach in France, her bare back against the soft sand like a velvet blanket around her tanning skin, the sun glowing and bathing her in light. She inhaled, and exhaled, the scent of the ocean filling her lungs. She exhaled once more, her chest rising and falling like the tide that was washing up against her ankles every so often. She was unsure of who was rubbing her forehead so softly and lovingly, but the familiar scent of Chanel perfume and cigarettes filled her with calm. Regardless of what kind of person her mother was, that scent would always remind her of...love. Someone was singing softly. Em closed her eyes for a moment, yet then couldn't help but wonder...Where am I? She rose, turning to see who was rubbing her forehead. Em's concentration broke, and the images faded, leaving Em staring back at her shocked reflection. Yet now, she felt...calm. Her hands were still shaking as she blinked for a moment, her mind unsure of what to do. She glanced back at Tristan and bit her lip. ...Did I do it right? She smiled and walked towards a mannequin as well. Dueling would have been much better before I calmed myself. She could envision Violetta perfectly in the mannequin. But that was pointless now. Emma inhaled very deeply, and then exhaled. Calm duelers can defend themselves properly, and not overreact in situations. So I should keep that in mind next time someone tries to hint I'm inadequate as a witch...if only the Unforgivable curses weren't so unforgivable. |
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| Jennifer Brooks | Oct 18 2008, 04:07:01 PM Post #17 |
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Jenny stepped into the classroom and without looking at anyone, immediately sank into the chair nearest to the door. She exhaled a deep, refreshing sigh and just as she did, a chill ran down her spine. If one were to glance at Jenny, all they would probably ever see was an aloof, gaunt, and lethargic girl. That was what Jamie had seen, just a while ago when they had their little chat. Jamie had thought she had seen right through Jenny when the only thing she had seen was another cover. She had merely seen another fake side of Jenny. To Jamie – and perhaps even the rest of the world – it was a new side of Jenny they hadn't ever seen before. Maybe they thought it was the real Jenny, but that wasn't the truth. In fact, that was just a lie, same as Jenny's entire life. They don't know who I really am, Jenny thought viciously. They may think they do, but they don't. The "new me" they saw back there…That's not even close to the real me… Jenny chuckled contently to herself. Everyone around her probably thought she was crazy to be laughing at nothing, but it wasn't even like Jenny cared. She didn't care anymore. And, the truth was, she was now beginning to think she had never really cared. She had simply been forced to care. There was a difference; a big difference. Jenny looked up at the board and ran a hand through her hair. It seemed to have gotten blonder than it had previously been, if that were possible. I really should take Jamie's idea and dye it black…Just to get a laugh out of it… Jenny giggled softly at her own thoughts. Perhaps she really was going crazy… Jenny glanced up at the board and blinked. "Say what emotion you want to feel and it will conjure up an image to contour to it." Jenny snorted. Oh, if only it was that easy… She sighed and dragged herself to the unoccupied mirror near the entrance. Say what emotion you want to feel…But that's the thing – I don't want to feel. I want every part of me to be numb – my brain, my heart, my soul, my mind...I hate emotions. They get in the way of life. Jenny sighed and she could have sworn her breath was white, even though it wasn't the least bit chilly in the classroom. She stared into the mirror, her own ice blue eyes staring back at her. Her once porcelain face looked skeletal and … hollow, as if the porcelain had suddenly cracked into a million pieces. I have cracked into a million pieces…And the only piece left is the ugliest, cruelest, vilest one. Automatically, Jenny raised her hand and felt her right cheek. Jenny rubbed her hand against the warm and soft skin. It gave her a strong feeling of warmth and power. What's the closest thing to actually not feeling? To not caring? To not loving? I don't want to be able to feel any empathy at all. All I want to feel is…nothing. Is that even possible? Jenny bit her bottom lip and glanced around the classroom. She could tell that all of her classmates had chosen a happy emotion, something that made them feel calm or confident. She didn't want that; if anything, she wanted the exact opposite of that. Happiness never lasted long and Jenny knew that. She didn't want to get her hopes up; she wanted to feel something everlasting. Something that would give her a feeling of satisfaction, but not really… And then, it hit her. Suddenly, Jenny knew what she wanted to feel. "Vengefulness. I want to feel vengeful. No remorse, no sorrow, no happiness even. Just…Vengefulness." Jenny held her breath and slowly opened her eyes, not even remembering when she had closed them. For a moment, all she could see was her own blue eyes, wide and rounded. And then, in the course of a second, it all changed completely and all that was left was… A room. All that was left was a dark and empty room. There were no windows, no light sources, no exits and no entrances. The silhouette of a person was seen standing in the middle of the room. And then, suddenly, bam! A ray of sunlight – or maybe it was just light in general – appeared out of nowhere. Where does light really come from, anyways? The silhouette was now fully visible and appeared to be a girl. She had long, dark curls the cascaded down her body. Her eyes were gray and devious, yet she looked along and abandoned. She looked simply like an old, black and white photograph. One might have said that all of her color had been drained out of her long ago, but that wasn't true. It was more like she had never even had any color. She had always been like this, for her entire life…If she had even had a life. At first glance, it looked like she was alone in the room, but she wasn't. There were people lying on the floor around her. Five dead people, in fact. Slaughtered people who's throats had been slit, who's hearts had been ripped out. They were draped in blood and it wasn't possible to identify who they were as all that could be seen was red, red, and more red. Red blood. And then there was the girl. She didn't look the slightest bit upset by the people sprawled out before her. But then again, she didn't look happy either… And that was when Jenny finally snapped back to reality. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a couple of times, staring back at her horrid expression. What had she seen? Dead people, was that it? No, it wasn't it. Those people had been murdered, and murdered quite gruesomely for that matter. It was evident that the girl had killed them. But who were those people? Jenny sighed, her mind tangled in a heap of confusion. Why didn't she feel any more ruthless? Why didn't she feel vengeful? Jenny shook her head, not caring that everyone else in the room had seen the mirror's frightening images, and headed back to her desk. Well, that was a big waste of time… she thought bitterly, now beginning to regret ever even coming to class. And then it hit her, like a bolt of lightning. That girl she had seen hadn't been some random person...It had been her. Jennifer Brooks. Jenny. She had seen herself, her own reflection, but in a different way. She had seen herself as the person she wanted to be. Does this mean...I want to become a murderer? Jenny asked herself, horrified by this sudden realization. She licked her lips apprehensively, yet now she felt something different. She actually felt rancorous now, as if a new power had overtaken her whole body. She felt like she was no longer in control of what she felt...And, strangely enough, she liked it... She liked feeling vengeful. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Oct 18 2008, 07:31:29 PM Post #18 |
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OOC - I was considering using 'arousal' as an emotion for a laugh...maybe later. Can you imagine the visions? BIC - Tristan grinned in welcome towards Emma and another Ravenclaw girl who had joined him. His mind has settled on anger as he figured it would be the most obvious to see the results when utilized. "Anger." The mirror shimmered and his mind grew red with rage. Tristan was watching Julian attack He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named back in their first year, laughing as he tortured the boy. Tristan felt an overwhelming anger rise up inside his stomach as he launched himself at the Slytherin. The images melted into another memory of Professor Sneckenberg giving him detention and taking 50 points off of him despite him having done nothing wrong. In true teenage form he was standing there wishing hateful pain upon the Professor for treating him so unfairly. Again his mind shifted to show again Julian Kahn parading about the Great Hall with Addie in tow. He remembered seeing red as his nemesis placed his disgusting hands all over her figure, the look on her face clearly repulsed. He had wanted nothing more than to strike him down. A pattern was clearly forming in his head, with Julian featuring in a number of other images, each one of them causing him unfathomable anger and hatred. If ever he intended to use the two emotions to assist his spellcasting then Julian Kahn was definitely the person to focus on. His body now coursing with the angry memories he took up his wand with a frustrated swipe, stabbing it towards the mannequin with venom, "Flugorsempra!!!" He could not even recall reading the spell but the word had just come to him, perhaps from just being in this room. As he spoke the spell, lightning burst from his wand tip and struck his target, causing it to burst into flames. And yet as he continued to focus on his anger the lighting continued to electrocute, the streams getting more and more out of control. OOC - I'm thinking maybe Tristan has gotten a little too emersed in his emotions and hasn't realised he needs to stop. Maybe someone else want to be hit or intervene? |
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| Sheena Ryan | Oct 18 2008, 07:53:09 PM Post #19 |
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Sheena was bsuy practicing with her own dummy when she felt something like a bolt of lightning hit her. She screamed in agonizing pain and dropped down on the floor. Without her noticing, her robes started to burn as they were hit by a stray flame. She just hoped Professor Tortal would notice that one of his students was hurt and rush to her aid. This was so not the way she wanted to start off in a new school. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Oct 18 2008, 09:20:28 PM Post #20 |
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OOC - Was thinking something a little more dramatic ie Tortal intervenes or someone gets hurt. |
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