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Date: January 16th, 2013
Today's Forecast: The air is reminiscent of spring. The snow, turning slowly into a fine carpet of slush, is slowly disappearing after a decidedly warm spell. |
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It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Supper/Quidditch Practice
Happening now: Supper Azkaban Trip is now out of time. Feel free to continue all plots as planned. Feel free to finish all plots out of time. |
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| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
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| Hellius Surla | Apr 2 2009, 12:29:20 AM Post #21 |
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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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Hellius, by this point, had completely neglected to remember Emma. He was so wrapped up in kissing Tinsley --the girl he despised-- instead of preserving his lips and his body for his own girlfriend. He paid it no mind, feeling nothing but lust as he let his hand drop to her leg, peeling up the bottom of her skirt with his fingers and trailing up her thigh until he reached the frills on her underwear. Oh, here we go. Deja vu. Tinsley Carmicheal: the expert at doing it in random, awkward places. ....Whoops. It slipped. Oh, really? Hellius thought, smirking. Absolutely kinky. As he was pushed off of Tinsley, Hellius opened his eyes and smirked up at her. His eyes appeared hungry, longing for more... ...or less, in this case. She rolled on top of him, still managing to keep their bodies far enough apart for Hellius' arms to fit between them. As Tinsley started to kiss at his neck, Hellius began to tug lightly at the bottom of the locks of her hair near the buttons of her blouse. Play it safe. Hah. You won't mind if I do this, then. He smirked, ripping open Tinsley's blouse, buttons flying in every so direction. Well, Hellius, here's what it's like to play with the big girls. Big girls? Hah. Bitch, we're about to give a whole new meaning to 'keep your enemies closer'. Edited by Hellius Surla, Apr 2 2009, 12:30:32 AM.
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 2 2009, 02:13:19 PM Post #22 |
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It's cute that everyone thinks they can be a queen, but remember who came FIRST.
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I like the way you think, thought Tinsley, her lips curving into a devious smile. That old Tinsley flair seemed to be returning to her, fast, as color flushed her cheeks. Tinsley liked feeling that she was dominant in something. Yes, sure, she had no control over her life, or what it had subsequently become throughout the past year, but she could control the way Hellius felt about her - she was so good at manipulating. And the proof was right in front of her eyes. Or underneath her, actually. Tinsley didn't notice that her favorite blouse had just been ripped apart, pearl buttons flying across the room like common rocks until a flying button promptly smacked her in the forehead as it ricocheted. ..That was expensive. Whatever. You better make up for it. Tinsley's smirk widened dangerously. |
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| Azariah Amaranth | Apr 2 2009, 02:36:14 PM Post #23 |
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He would; believe me, he would. However, Tinsley Carmicheal, Hellius Surla, there are matters I wish to discuss with you. The world around the two faded, but their physical bodies remained in the same place, continuing to do what they were doing before Azariah appeared in their subconscious. Being pulled away from their physical bodies, Hellius' and Tinsley's subconsciouses appeared within the same interrogation chamber which the dark lord was being held. Tinsley remained on top of Hellius on the ground as the world around them changed into the chamber like a mirage. Azariah was chained to the wall, his mouth covered by a muzzle. "Good evening," he greeted, his voice muffled. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 2 2009, 02:45:12 PM Post #24 |
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Tinsley had convinced herself that the other voice she heard was not a threat to her. All she wanted to do was just be with Hellius. There was no one wishing to discuss anything with her. Nothing at all. Calm down, Tins, it's just your imagination - He's going to think I'm crazy. Embarrassed, she frowned slightly, pulling her lips away from Hellius' to finally say something - "Good evening," Tinsley's eyes widened. They weren't in the unused classroom anymore. Panicking, she rolled off of Hellius jumped to her feet, her eyes unable to stop looking at Azariah - chained to the wall. Tinsley pinched herself and then squeezed her eyes shut. She turned to Hellius. "Did you do this?" Tinsley's wide eyes glanced between the two nervously. ...Oh, God. |
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| Azariah Amaranth | Apr 2 2009, 03:10:20 PM Post #25 |
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I am technically a God, yes, but there is no true god, my dear. The chains wrapped around Azariah's arms melted like butter and the muzzle around his mouth fell off like disintegrating bread. He had changed into a suit from the time he was captured, taking it off the corpse of a Auror that punched him in the cheek, and the blood was still stained upon the cloth to prove it. The lights within the chamber, which had been blinding before, dimmed to the brightness of a school plasma bulb. "It appears that you two have discovered something which I wished to remain a secret. Nonetheless, you know. And I'm assuming that you want answers." Hellius pushed himself from the floor while keeping his weight off his left leg. He brushed at his clothes, readjusting his jacket and stroking his hand down his hair. He looked at the dark lord with a great deal of respect. He had known him from his childhood and he didn't even realize it, but all the respect he had flowed back like a flash flood. "Ask away." Popping his neck, Hellius flicked his tongue around in his mouth, wishing that the dark lord hadn't interfered with the session he was having with Tinsley. He tilted his head to the side. "How were you able to get into our lives and how didn't we know about any of this before? It seems rather weird that we were raised around you, yet we didn't know jack shit about the Knights of Walpurgis." |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 2 2009, 03:33:02 PM Post #26 |
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"Because, he's like a snake," interjected Tinsley indignantly. She tilted her head to the side and popped out her hip, planting her hand on it as she placed all of her weight on her right leg, glancing at Azariah. She was terrified of him, and what he could do - in essence, the unknown. But he had kept her around for a reason. He had let her in on his...little secrets for a reason. He wasn't going to kill her. And that, alone, was enough incentive for Tinsley to not burst into panicked tears at the sight of him. She paused, holding her breath. "That was the point, wasn't it? Our families must have been involved, Surla," she mumbled. Her pale face seemed to drain of any of its color, or at least what little it had left. "And - and Alphonse de Ponte du Lac is one, too," she said suddenly, without thinking. "In the forest. I saw his face. He killed my mother. But..." Why? The ripped shirt draped over her thin frame slipped from her shoulders slightly, and her mother's locket touched her bare skin. It felt freezing - unnaturally so. Tinsley winced and let out a small whimper of startled pain. "Sorry," she mumbled. |
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| Azariah Amaranth | Apr 2 2009, 04:21:41 PM Post #27 |
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"She dishonored our society, Miss Carmicheal. She betrayed the Knights of Walpurgis," Azariah sighed and leaned against the wall, tapping the tips of his fingers against the stone behind him. "A long time ago, I founded the Knights of Walpurgis with assistance from the long extinct Barthalemule family, the Surla family, the Gray family, and the Carmicheal family. At least one person from each family at one point had betrayed the family, leading to the death of Joanna Burbey, Cora Madison, and Elodie Chevalier. All three, brought into their respected families out of marriage, and then slaughtered when they failed to preserve the history." "And so Tinsley is involved in with this bullshit as much as I am?" "She knows her place. She knows what she's to do," Azariah retorted. "But I don't," Hellius sneered, crossing his arms. "So what--" "Is your place within my plan? I think that you know already, Mr. Surla," Azariah hissed, "It's all inside of you." Hellius paused, looking at the dark lord with questionable understanding. He tried to search his words, but before he could, there was a voice that rang through the room. "Literally inside of you, boy." |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 2 2009, 04:41:48 PM Post #28 |
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Tinsley's eyes narrowed, listening to Azariah's voice intently, hanging on the words. The words resonated within her. Cora Madison. Tinsley grabbed the locket around her neck and squeezed it tightly in her palm. The surface of the gold was startling to the touch, but Tinsley didn't let go. She couldn't. Lowering her eyes and glancing at Hellius, her wide eyes betrayed what her words would not. Tinsley was scared, and surprised. Emma's mother and my mother and...we've been connected, all of this time. "Literally inside of you, boy." Tinsley's lips twitched nervously, and she ran her fingers through her long hair. Images flooded through her mind - running, hysterical, through the forest, abandoning Veronique. All of the...shadows...Tinsley's whole body shuddered. They were just children. "I know my place," said Tinsley suddenly, shattering the eerie silence. She glanced at Hellius, her knowing gaze obvious. Now he knew why she had crawled into a ball, hysterical, begging for solace. She was following in the footsteps of her mother. More than she even knew. "I won't end up like my mother," vowed Tinsley, her voice hoarse, and strained. It was almost like she didn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, but she had to. She had nothing else to believe in but the thin string of hope Azariah was dangling in front of her. A way out. A way to power. To get what you want in life, sometimes you have to sacrifice. And in Tinsley's case, she'd just have to sacrifice - well, everything. |
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| Hellius Surla | Apr 2 2009, 05:21:43 PM Post #29 |
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"And yet you took what she had immediately after she died. You're becoming your mother little by little, Tinsley Carmicheal," Azariah hissed. Hellius looked at Tinsley, examining her face, then dropping his eyes down to her exposed bra (spending several moments there) before trailing down to her skirt, and finally her shoes. He had spent a lot of time just looking at the picture that held Azariah and their families, spending as much time examining everyone that he could. Cora Carmicheal still fresh in his mind, Hellius took the sight of Tinsley and then compared it to Cora, noting a significant amount of similarities. Pinning his eyes back on the dark lord, Hellius was surprised as everything started to fade away. The dark lord was pulled back onto the wall and the chains wrapped around his arms, following by the muzzle around his mouth. The light broke out, blinding him, and then he felt as if everything was rewinding as he was thrown back onto the floor and dragged back to where he was laying. As Hellius' eyes readjusted, he found himself under Tinsley again with his hands on her body and his lips against hers. He raised his eyebrows. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 2 2009, 05:32:06 PM Post #30 |
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"And yet you took what she had immediately after she died. You're becoming your mother little by little, Tinsley Carmicheal," Tinsley's eyes began to sting, and she felt a hot, unfamiliar pressure in the bridge of her nose. Tinsley rarely ever cried, but when she did, it was heart wrenching. She wasn't the sort of girl that wailed, which was strange for someone who spent so much time complaining. She cried softly, her tears rolling down her cheeks like tiny raindrops, lingering on her long, dark eyelashes like snowflakes. Everything about her seemed to fade.. But it wasn't just her. Everything was fading. Beyond a blinding light, Tinsley tried to see, but everything was shifting and changing before her until she felt something yank her back roughly, like time was being rewound. Her eyes snapped open. She was on top of Hellius - like...nothing happened. A tear fell from her eyes and landed on Hellius' cheek. She wiped it away gently and rolled off of him, drawing her robes around her tightly, frowning at the pearls that were sprinkled on the floor. "What on earth was that?" she hissed, her cheeks flushed. Tinsley turned her back from Hellius and strode to the other side of the room, staring at the wall. She shuddered, wrapping her arms around her body. "Well, there you go. You aren't the only one making friends in high places, Surla." She arched an eyebrow and turned around again, her hands falling limply at her sides. "I suppose you'll want to keep this all a secret, then." |
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| Hellius Surla | Apr 2 2009, 06:02:46 PM Post #31 |
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As Tinsley rolled off of Hellius, he sat up, shaking his hair out of his eyes. He was surprised again by the dark lord, but there were still so many questions. He was able to talk telepathically with Tinsley Carmicheal as they were making out, but he was unable to raise the answer from the dark lord when he pulled them into the vision. He also wondered where they were taken, blatantly ignoring the reason behind the blood all over the suit that Azariah was wearing, and more so focussed on what he was telling them. He was confused as to what Flauros said, but then turned his attention back to the present. "I suppose you'll want to keep this all a secret, then." Looking back to Tinsley, Hellius licked his lips. "Not like you or I have a choice in the matter, Queen Bee," he paused and started at her exposed body again. "Unless, of course, you want your reputation in the shitter." Pushing himself to his feet, Hellius walked (limping slightly now) over to Tinsley, placed his hands on her hips, and pressed his body against hers, driving her slowly back towards the wall. "I'll tell you what," he continued, "I want to do this again. I had... a hell of a good time, and I need a girl that can keep up with... me." Hellius pressed her against the wall, running his right hand up to Tinsley's face. Stroking her hair out of her face, he placed his hand on her cheek. "So, we continue to do these... adventures on a normal basis. I'll be satisfied, and from what I heard in your mind, you'll be satisfied. Hmm?" He kissed her softly on the lips before pulling away again. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 2 2009, 06:13:20 PM Post #32 |
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Tinsley rolled her eyes, narrowing them until they were mere slits. "I'm not going to be some girl that you can just call up whenever you're feeling lonely." Tinsley snorted, pressing her hand against Hellius' chest. He stroked her hair, and kissed her on the lips, and when she opened her eyes again, her expression was considerably softened, though she still felt indignant. She pushed him away from her with a little bit of force, and then whirled around, both of her hands on her hips. "Hey, I'll tell you what, Hell boy." Tinsley arched an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling as though she was plotting something. "You work for me. If you want me so bad, you're going to have to work a little harder." She snapped her fingers, and smirked suggestively. "What a tangled web we weave," she sighed, flicking her wand, and reattaching the buttons to her blouse sloppily enough so she could at least pull something together. Tinsley watched Hellius quietly for a brief moment before waltzing over to him. She pressed her body against his, and ran her fingers through his hair, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "Tell Emma I said hi." Tinsley flicked his cheek with her fingers and, smirking, left the unused classroom with a bounce in her step. Halfway down the hall, as things started to sink in, and guilt began to overwhelm her, her steps began to increasingly become harder and harder to take. Don't you want to share the guilt? |
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| Hellius Surla | Apr 2 2009, 08:51:20 PM Post #33 |
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Hellius looked at Tinsley with lust filled eyes, imagining all the possible things that he wanted to do with her just at that very second. He just let her do her thing, examining her open shirt and the succulent breasts that lay just below her black bra. Tinsley was a new challenge to Hellius; fresh meat that liked to run. Emma was a nice girl, and the thoughts of his girlfriend came back to his mind for the first time in that past hour. Comparing them, he half-listened to Tinsley, paying more attention to her body than her mouth. Licking his lips, Hellius watched as she turned away from him and walked in the other direction, almost drooling over himself. "You know I love it when you walk away!" He called after her, the teasing lust digging away at him. As she left the room, Hellius sighed in content. He figured that getting out of the room would be necessary at this point to help escort the first years to the common room. Sniffing, smirking internally, Hellius grabbed his cane and held it steadily before leaving the room. Edited by Hellius Surla, Apr 2 2009, 08:52:17 PM.
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