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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 - Free Period
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| 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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| Topic Started: May 3 2012, 03:58:50 PM (458 Views) | |
| Brock Baker | May 3 2012, 03:58:50 PM Post #1 |
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With an angrily scribbled T, Baker marked the last piece of parchment left on one side of his table, this one claiming Expelliarmus to be a tickling hex, for a change, and deposited it on a towering pile at the opposite end, sighing in exasperation as he did so. The man brought his arms behind his back and stretched thoroughly, glancing at a small mantel clock above his ledgestone fireplace. A vocal groan left his lips upon realizing he'd been sitting on the same antique chair continuously for the pas four hours. What had possessed him to ever think teaching wouldn't involve as much of office rotting as being a Head of MLE had? Maybe he should consider taking it easy with his homework assignments instead. A price he had to pay for not strictly following the given curriculum, only so the kids had a chance of passing all their exams. While contemplating whether to go for a jog, which was quickly dismissed for the chilly air at this hour and a fact the he wouldn't be able to see the tip of his nose outside, he heard a sudden loud racketing noise behind his back. There was no doubt from where it came from. His massive office desk and the chair were conveniently situated by a side of the room which shared a wall with his Transfiguration colleague. He didn't even need to eavesdrop to realize how thin that wall between their two offices was. Brock chuckled and stood up, loosening his tie. Why did he even wear the damn thing in there? "You know, with you around, it's beyond me why Hogwarts wasn't in an urgent need of reconstruction even before the Knight attack," he spoke loudly enough for her to hear. Walking over to a nearby cabinet, he opened its mahogany doors, extracting a half-empty bottle of firewhiskey along with an appropriate glass. Brock pushed the cabined closed again and returned to his table, pouring himself a shot of the honey-coloured liquid. He still had no idea who presented him with such a thoughtful gift upon his arrival, or whether the previous occupant of this office accidently left it behind, but since it proved not to be poisoned Brock didn't need to probe the horse's mouth. The Auror dropped down on the chair again, kicking his feet up next to the stack of graded parchments. "I'm bored," he announced conversationally, undoing the top few buttons on his black shirt and smirking, "what are you doing in there?" It was nothing unusual for Brock to get bored easily, but he couldn't find anything interesting to do at the moment. Except maybe for his favourite pastime of bugging Scarecrow. |
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| Brock Baker | May 3 2012, 06:59:48 PM Post #2 |
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An abrupt thumping sound could have signalled that she'd either thrown something, or herself, at the wall behind him, which prompted Brock to a triumphant grin. It was a shame he couldn't provoke her visually as well, but this would do. In fact, Hiccups was a rather amusing neighbour to have around even without his interventions. Although he only spent the bare minimum of his time in the office, when having to correct students' works, Brock had caught a few intriguing sounds from the adjacent room. One time, he swore he could have even heard her sing, that was before she must have heard him enter his office. Who knew the stuttering woman was capable of producing something nice? Though, he wasn't entirely certain it hadn't just been some trick on her part - which would have been even more laughable. It was expected Scarecrow wouldn't catch the bait so easily, and Brock was thinking of some new ways to make it more interesting. As it turned out, he happened to come up with something that would make the bait nearly impossible to ignore. So, as she started to speak, Baker unsheathed his wand and let its tip trail along the wall with a few precise movements and several whispered words. He hadn't used the spell in years but judging from Scare's increased volume, it seemed to work. It was only then that the whole weight of her response sunk in. "Oh, I could certainly think of something," Brock begun, his low voice flowing through the wall as clearly as if it was no more than air, "but I'd hate to make you blush, Professor." Why hadn't he thought about the spell earlier? Combined with Sonorus, it could have frightened the wits out of her. But, it was not too late to abuse it. Brock leant back into his chair, swirling his drink around the glass a couple of times before downing the bitter contents in one gulp and welcoming its pleasant burn in his throat. "Come on, Scare," he voiced while pouring himself another one, "bet you need a break, so let's do something. Just don't give me any strip games because, although I'm sure you especially love those, I'm way too shy to let the creepy walls stare at my goods." He tried to sound serious as he spoke, but the smile plastered across his lips was making it a tad difficult. (OOC: edited, and hopefully uncrappified the ending a bit. ^^) Edited by Beth Snape, May 4 2012, 05:03:30 AM.
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| Brock Baker | May 4 2012, 07:25:42 PM Post #3 |
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From the single sudden sound and following prolonged silence, Brock deduced Scare must have been analyzing the situation. In fact, he could almost hear the wheels in her Ravenclaw brain turning. Or, he could have scared her to death - that was also a possibility. But before he made up his mind to go check on her, the woman spoke up. It was gratifying to find out she didn't recognize the spell, although he was aware that pushing his luck with it would probably lead to her looking it up, along with the counter-charm, in the library. Her accusation was, on the other hand, strangely discomforting. "Yes, especially that snoring and sailor mouth is simply irresistible," he retorted enthusiastically, despite not having actually heard her snore, "but I wouldn't need magic for that. Maybe you could help me though... The other day I overheard the most curious noises from your room - don't worry, not those kinds of noises, though I wouldn't mind them either. No, it sounded more like, I don't know, singing?" In an afterthought, he should have asked her about the mysterious sounds face to face, when it would be much easier for him to read her. Not that it was always an easy task in the first place. Brock couldn't help but chuckle at her own unexpectedly bold remark. It was quite admirable of her to willingly march into a fight with his admittedly wicked tongue. "Trust me, it would cost you more than a couple of drinks to get me out of my pants," Brock quipped back, "though, I'd be willing to sacrifice the shirt, if you do the same." How did it happen that ninety percent of their discussions always headed for the gutter? Or probably just his mind. By now the man was glad for having come up with the spell. Was she even aware of her inexplicable loss of stutter? Although he was ready to come up with a theatrical pout, Brock swiftly decided it would be rather pointless in their situation. "Oh, come on, it's a terrible name, you should be grateful," he stated supportively. "My Scarecrow Hiccups is much more fitting than your Halogen Licks." Baker was, of course, aware that wasn't her real name either, but how did one even pronounce it? Her parents must have either hated her or been twice as crazy, if that was even possible. "But if you win a game against me, I'll promise to call you whatever you want for a week," Brock challenged, despite not even knowing what that game could be. He could already feel whatever resolve Scare might have had crumbling, and her next words pretty much sealed the deal. "Aren't you supposed to be imaginative in Transfig?" he asked teasingly. Letting his finger slide around the rim of his glass absentmindedly, Brock took a moment to think. He much preferred Muggle games so chess would have been a possibility, but he didn't have a board around, which was rather fortunate for him as he'd never been much good in it anyways. Cards were dismissed as well, since he doubted Hiccups had any, though he'd make sure to rectify that after his next visit to Hogsmeade. That only left something simple, but not tic-tac-toe simple. "Hah," Brock exclaimed suddenly, "please, tell me you know Battleship?" Edited by Brock Baker, May 4 2012, 07:39:42 PM.
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| Brock Baker | May 6 2012, 12:46:31 PM Post #4 |
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Brock smiled at Hiccups' little laugh and leaned back into his chair, folding his arms behind his head. "Damn, don't think I'll ever forgive myself," he lamented about his missed opportunity. But with her following response, she began to sound a little ruffled. "Testy," he commented while kicking off his shoes. "Fine, I will reluctantly admit that hearing you sing is much less annoying than hearing you stammer or do anything else... Well, anything else I've heard you do so far," Brock replied, hiding his compliment well. And in case she decided to be overly pleased by it, his mouth refused to let it end there. "Would I learn something interesting by using the charm on your bedroom?" Of course he didn't know where her bedroom actually was, and doubted he'd hear anything but her real snoring, but she had done a decent job of surprising him lately. And he did tend to voice the first thing on his mind. With Scarecrow, that tiny speech-filtering part of his brain always seemed to run only at its half capacity - at best. The whiskey glass in Brock's hand stalled halfway to his lips. "Do share with the class, Professor," he responded with utmost curiosity, "what would it take?" If she started talking dirty to him, Brock was positive his mind would explode; but that would be a good death, considering his alternatives. Perhaps he was a wee bit quick with his judgement of the impossible. There was a husky groan and a loud clang as the glass met with the table. Then a short silence when Brock rubbed the bridge of his nose, smirking to himself. "Do you really want a misplaced window in your office?" he threatened lightly. How he'd explain there was a hole in their shared wall he had no idea, but if she pushed him enough, Brock would be willing to find out. Right now, he couldn't imagine-- he couldn't believe she would walk around her office nude. Not a metal image he would forget anytime soon. Hiccups' defence of her name was answered with a low snicker from Brock. "If you say so, Scare." She could pretty much forget to ever hear her name from him now. Was he so cruel as to teach his little nickname to her students? Absolutely. Though, it would be wiser to keep that card up his sleeve for now, just in case. "How very generous of you..." Brock commented when she came up with her own bet, "How is Shredder, by the way? Human flesh still his favourite?" He was getting at the time the rat had sunk its teeth into Scarecrow's finger earlier that month. As he later discovered, the boy who was supposed to be Shredder's owner actually mixed him up with another rat. Brock couldn't say he was disappointed with this development. But no, he would not take a rat under his care. Then what would his bet be? At least a dozen of utterly wrong ideas suddenly sprung to his mind, littering it completely. It took some hard effort to dispose of those and then it turned out it would be most rewarding to grasp onto his previous idea. "All right, then if I win, you will have to call me anything I want for the next week," he stated, but because he'd already thought about how to avoid it earlier, Brock had a few additional conditions. "But you will have to say it at least two times a day in public." It wouldn't do if she locked herself up in the office for a week to wait it out. For once, Brock ignored her weak retort, already deep in thought, but he could find another time to argue about it. Since she offered no protests about the game itself, he started looking around for his quill. "Well then, grab some parchment, map your war zone and rally your fleet, General." As he said that, with a playful ring to his voice, Brock took the top parchment from his graded homework pile and begun drawing a grid on its blank side. He could always burn it afterwards, since its evil deserved no less. Or just erase the game and humiliate the kid later in class. "Prepare to go down, Hiccumoto." |
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| Brock Baker | May 7 2012, 02:25:16 PM Post #5 |
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Scare's comment brought forth another smirk, chaperoned by a roll of his eyes. Since Brock lacked view of the smug woman, he aimed his sarcastic 'yeah, sure ya betacha' look at the dividing barrier between them. Much to his dismay, he couldn't count on his countenance to eradicate the claim, but the Auror wasn't discouraged easily. "I'd need an encore to verify that," Brock replied thoughtfully, "maybe a little teaser of your full repertoire?" The price of his compliment was probably higher than she was willing to cough up, unless she was satisfied with its earlier poor substitution. Not that there was much improvement is Brock's finest flattery. Since he was gradually getting better at keeping his calm around this new version of Hiccups, scarcely, his brain recognized the convenience of her pass and imitated her earlier tone, "Was that an invitation, honey?" Brock belted down his second shot of firewhiskey, bracing himself for her reply. If he wasn't busy analyzing how much of her teasing was truthful, he would have recognized that his drinking and daring Hiccups shouldn't go together. Now she was just confusing him, to the point where he almost forgot what they had been talking about. Brock laughed as the ridiculousness of it dawned on him. "Seriously, Scare? Do you really believe I'd make any effort whatsoever to find out what people think about me?" If it had been her toplessness at stake, that, on the other hand, Brock wouldn't mind spilling some sweat over. But still, a very bad idea. By the time she finished her statement, the man's forehead pressed forcefully against his desktop, unwittingly mimicking Hiccups' previous act. She was right about him going straight for what he wanted, but acting on a whim was not always smart. The balance between those two elements was already precarious, and yet she kept subtracting weight from his sanity scale and shamelessly tossed it over to the one owned by his longing. But why was it suddenly so difficult for Brock to restore the equilibrium himself? Right, it was just fun, that's all. Did Scare even realize what she was doing to him? She should have tried to be a guy, only to see just how comfortable was sitting in rather constricting pants. Luckily, Brock was able to endure a lot. "Aren't you secretly working in the Blooming Rose? Or operating a sex line?" he managed a jest at last. He'd certainly need to visit somewhere if he were to survive this year without going stir crazy. Scarecrow, the seductive temptress? Apparently, he already was pretty much bonkers. Brock grinned at her joke. Back in their student years, he had never suspected the mess of a girl could have a sense of humour. And almost as he thought she wouldn't ask... "Clever?" he chuckled, "Babe, you have no idea about the subtle art of nicknaming, have you?" He spoke with pride, crossing over to his chest of drawers and grabbing the first pair of sweats and t-shirt that came under his hand. "I was originally gonna go with Splinter, you know, they having the same stunning eyes... But I'd probably end up offending the rat's villainy and who knows when its bloodlust strikes again? Better you than me." As he unveiled the secret behind the rat's moniker, Brock changed into his spare, and much more loose-fitting, clothes and returned to his desk. Now he could, hopefully, utilize his brain properly. It was a shame walls couldn't interpret a 'duh' expression. "'Course we are," Brock smirked, "unless you have something else in mind?" The change of clothes obviously didn't help with his thought process. "Come on, where would be the fun in that? I promise it would be quite harmless," he said encouragingly, knowing the word 'quite' was interpretable in many ways. "I could always bet you to ask Blackwood out... or give me a lap dance," he added without much thought. Brock was positive Blackwood was more likely to kill her, if only with his stare, than accept the proposal, and a lap dance was one of the mildest ideas which had occurred to him earlier. No less wrong, though, as he couldn't see how it would not lead to... Focus! Swiftly finishing both of his scrawled grids and building his flotilla, Brock went over the combat rules with his adversary, before she provided him with a clever improvement. He doubted he'd believe her if she won, but her accusation made him fake a horrified gasp. "Me? Cheating?! You wound me." Despite his outrage, Brock duplicated the map of his occupied seas and went over to the door, settling his hand on the handle when he heard Hiccups slide hers under the door. "Aren't you going to make sure mine is there as well?" he said with a growing smirk, "What's the matter, are you afraid of something?" Letting go of the door, Brock turned to his cabinet, took out another glass and proceeded to favour it with a healthy shot of his vintage firewhiskey. He then opened his office door, and without stepping over the threshold, levitated the glass to his neighbour's door, leaving it hover in the air. "Something for the courage," said Brock to his wall brightly, and let his own filled grid descend to the corridor's floor. A moment later, the Auror sat back on his chair, pouring another drink to himself. "Scarecrows first," he announced, not actually trying to be a gentleman but rather being overly confident in his upcoming victory. |
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| Brock Baker | May 7 2012, 11:12:48 PM Post #6 |
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Nicely? He was already asking nicely. Brock scoffed lightly. "Ungrateful woman," he muttered with a shake of his head and mild humour in his voice. Still, he doubted she would comply even if he dropped to his knees and said the magic word, which was not going to happen. At least not the latter. Ouch. She really nursed a grudge against his ego, didn't she? Brock might have very well remembered Scare's every single reaction to his inexcusable invasions of her personal space, but she should have known better than to make any such claim. Because he was just the man who was willing to come inches away from crossing a line just to prove her wrong. "All right," Brock said plainly, "if you say so." His tone suggested he didn't entirely believe her, and would hopefully strike her with how easily he seemed to give up. We'll see about that. It was still somewhat rare to hear Hiccups truly laugh, even if it was only to mock him - actually, that was quite abnormal on itself. "Well, obviously, you're not people," Brock replied matter-of-factly, he took a sharp breath to say something purely mean for a change, but them the most curious thing happened. He paused. Considering what she'd put him through tonight, that was more than remarkable. He even changed his mind since he didn't want to risk scaring the bold Scarecrow away just yet. "The Scarecrow's responses tend to be highly entertaining at times," he finished later, the amusement returning. He did manage to leave out words like 'inept', 'stammering' and 'hopeless', which had nearly left his lips earlier. Brock was glad he managed to kick the habit for once, because although there had been times, not so long ago, when he would have though the words were her apt characterization, Hiccups had managed to disprove those rooted opinions that day, if not in the months before. Brock grinned at Scare's response to his rash spew of nonsense. Actually, no novelty in his case. "I know! I'm such an empathic guy," he agreed readily, with excessive enthusiasm. She seemed to become rather fond of her little pet name for him. Did she know he truly didn't mind? Well, Brock wouldn't be the one to tell her, it was way too fun just to hear her say it. "Would you be willing to bet about that?" he challenged slyly. Hopefully, she wouldn't suggest a demonstration, since he was slowly becoming comfortable, or perhaps careless, enough around her to accept. If it wasn't for his sheer determination... well, he wouldn't be sitting in this office anymore. And she wouldn't be sitting either. Ambling back to his desk, Brock snapped his fingers approvingly, "Precisely. Takes years to master." He was having a hard time trying to keep a straight face - or rather his voice. Scare's knowledge of TMNT was rewarded with an unseen lift of his eyebrows. Brock sometimes forgot she was Muggleborn as well, but to know cartoons and comics? "Oh, we have a fan, then?" he asked curiously before answering, "And I wasn't aware you knew my middle name." This time, Brock omitted a theatrical look of disappointment at her painful rejection. "Crap," he bewailed, but brightened up shortly, "some other time, then." Fortunately, she wasn't crazy enough to accept the proposal, if only to get under his skin. A sense of self-preservation kicked in, perhaps? That still didn't change the fact that he would have a bucket of ice ready the next time she was drugged enough to play games with him. Brock refused to regret not waiting for her in the corridor. No, there was another plan already forming in his mind. "Yeah, that would be way too traumatizing for the both of us," he countered in kind. Another first of the night was to find out Hiccups was not an abstainer. A drinking contest next time? Or... maybe not. He'd have to re-evaluate that thought the morning, as it was difficult to trust his brain at the time. Brock raised his glass to an empty room. "To keeping our sailors in the boats, and the wet sides down," Brock announced solemnly, before downing the drink and slamming the empty glass on his desk. Since he counted three already, it had to be his last one until after he was done with Scarecrow. As it turned out, Hiccups was a fairly good sport and their battle neared its end briskly. At first, their forces were even but, whether it was for Brock's tactical approach or pure luck, the Auror took the lead and soon proceeded to decimate his opponent's entire fleet. He laughed at her acceptance of defeat before returning to his role of a General Baker once more. He congratulated his seamen at a job well done and gave them a few months off, then named one of his frigates after himself to celebrate the victory. "General Hiccumoto, I expect a formal capitulation delivered to my office by dawn," he demanded gruffly, but suddenly the switch went off and Brock's normal voice re-emerged, "it was a pleasure kicking your arse." It was a relief he wouldn't have to take over Shredder, and the thought of Scare calling him by his chosen nickname, which he hadn't revealed yet, printed a grin on his lips. He'd even almost forgotten his condemnable scheme during the game. "Well, Scare," Brock commenced, pushing away from his desk, "I believe it's time to discuss our little arrangement. And you can compare my charts." The man snatched his main grid and walked to the doors with, "meet you out there." He halted by the door, contemplating an option of backing out. But his stubborness didn't allow it to actually be an option. Possibly as a result of the additional liquid courage, not that he'd ever lacked his own, Brock smirked and pulled his shirt over his head and down his arms. He tossed it haphazardly on his chair, and waited for his prey to appear. Not even if you were the last man on Earth? Right... Edited by Brock Baker, May 9 2012, 04:49:23 AM.
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| Brock Baker | May 9 2012, 05:16:51 AM Post #7 |
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Brock shrugged nonchalantly at Hiccups' query, "makes things interesting." It was really as simple as that. And the man liked to win. To him, it was even more addictive than conventional gambling, because with this kind of bets he was free to invent his own prizes. As for his latest bet, it would be aimed to prove how easily would her resolve crumble under his careful administration; victory being be enough of a reward on itself. But he wasn't going to tell her, of course - he would be showing her instead. "You'll see one day," he stated cryptically, "don't worry your messy little head." "And the magic was gone," Brock narrated, letting out a wistful sigh. In fact, he wasn't much of an avid fan himself. As a boy, he used to borrow the issues from his older brother now and then, but stopped after being ratted out a few times. Apparently, his parents keenly classified it as stealing and threw it into the same stack with his other misbehaviours. He emitted a brisk chuckle at her elegant snort, "close enough." Brock was under the impression she would let the idea of a lap dance go, by now. Wrong. "Trust me, I'm a lot of things right now but bent wouldn't be one of them," he retorted acutely, shifting in his chair. Scare could take it as she liked, but if their previous conversation tonight was of any indication, their thoughts evidently travelled on the same train. It took a while, during which Brock squinted his eyes at the wall in mild confusion, before Hiccups' problem with the word hit him. A roll of his eyes was enough of a response. Perhaps he could relate these gestures in words next time: 'Her witless observation was answered with a roll of his eyes.' But she would likely best him in those with the amount of literature burned into her lonely brain. "Quit interrupting my role-play, Hiccups," he responded with mock annoyance. Although he wasn't one to parade his shirtless self without a good reason, this was one of the exceptions. Brock took a deep breath, going over the strategy once more. A simple hesitation could send his resolve flying out of the window in a matter of seconds. And nobody touched Brock Baker's self control unless he allowed it. Except for the times when he'd been attacked, with a concussion, slapped and saved by a certain provocatively dressed weirdo, all in the space of half an hour. When sufficiently hyped up, the Auror entered the dimly lit corridor to find Hiccups already peaking out of her office. Was this just his imagination or did she seem... tipsy? Well, all the better for him, then. Her comment, and the fact that she even managed one, spilled a grin across his face. "Too hot," he explained simply, choosing his words well, "and I figured you deserved a consolation prize." It was disconcerting how much his body appreciated seeing the woman in flesh after their shameless dialogue, despite there not being much to see. Brushing all that away, Brock picked up the copy of his grid and brought both over to Scare as a proof of his rightful victory, before tucking them behind his waistband. As she offered the glass back, Brock, instead of taking it, accioed the bottle from his office and poured her a refill. She might need it later. He pouted in partially faked disappointment at her claim. Would it be too much to add this to his scheme? Well, he wasn't drunk enough yet to disagree. Any unforeseen changes in plans had a decent chance of blowing everything up in one's face. "As much as I'd love to accept this challenge, I think I'll leave it for another time," he replied, clearly in a joke. Or was it? With another flick of his wand, he sent the firewhiskey back to his office. "Now to my reward," Brock stepped closer, propping one hand against the doorframe above Scare's head. His eyes took a languorous stroll down her body. The clothes she wore might have been rather plain, but he didn't seem to mind at his vantage point. "All right... Sexy," he murmured as, without warning, his fingers wrapped themselves around her upper arms, thumbs engaging in a subtle massage of her shoulders through the thin fabric. Bringing his towering form even closer, Brock leaned in and pressed his lips against her cheek gently, a gesture fairly innocent if he wasn't willing to take it one step further. His lips parted and, nimbly, his tongue darted out to taste her skin, his eyelids succumbing to their unendurable weight. Reminding himself of his actual goal, Brock's hold on her arms intensified as his mouth trailed a wet path up her jaw line. His nose nuzzled a spot just below her ear, the scent of her soft skin and hair making his mind hazy, and his throat rumbled with a groan he refused to set free. This was his designated stop, so, grasping at the last strings of his willpower, Brock pulled away. It was hard to look casual when his blood pumped deafeningly in his ears and migrated south from his brain, but he was determined to hide his struggle. Knowing full well he only had little time to spare, the man let his fingers flick her nose softly as a reminder, and withdrew towards his office, his carnal stare the only revelation of how he felt. "That's what you'll call me," he announced, a lop-sided smirk in tow. With that, he turned and disappeared into his office. Once the door shut behind him, Brock's fingers dug almost painfully into his scalp. As he walked over to his desk, he brushed all the neat piles of parchment to the floor and laid his back against its cool lacquered top. He had been in need of a cold shower for over an hour, it didn't hurt if Scare found herself similarly frustrated. But why? Why did he always need to prove himself right? It was plain suicidal. |
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| Brock Baker | May 10 2012, 04:11:41 PM Post #8 |
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Well, that had been something, Brock mused as he folded his arms beneath his head and lifted his feet upon the desktop. He'd handled the situation as he wanted to and proved to himself he was still in control. No, he would never admit that at one moment he'd almost lost it. But there was a tiny nagging feeling at the back of his mind, questioning whether such means had really been necessary. He hadn't really crossed the line, had he? She literally asked for it with her suggestive remarks. Hiccups would surely laugh about in the morning - at least he would. But if Brock were to ask himself whether he regretted anything that had been said or happened that night, the answer would be a resounding 'no'. Which was somewhat... disturbing. Brock was about to take care of his problem when a slam of a door gained his attention. The following sound of shattering glass a couple of feet from his head had him wincing slightly. He had completely forgotten about the charm, and was silently grateful for Scare's refreshment of his memory before he would have had enough time to unwittingly achieve the final destruction of her sanity and shatter the carefully constructed illusion of his insensibleness. Her string of expletives plastered a grin across his lips. At last, the man stood up and walked over to the wall, casually leaning against it. "Yep, and you love me for it," Brock replied flippantly. He had no doubt Hiccups' current disposition could scare away most men, which on itself was rather impressive for the stuttering woman, but he wouldn't be cowed while mocking a Hungarian Horntail if the opportunity arose. While it had occurred to him not restoring the wall's insulating properties could drive Scare crazy, Brock wouldn't want it to backlash him either, say she changed her mind and decided to pay him a visit. His mouth was seconds away from suggesting that before he mustered enough sense to shake his head and finally let go. Almost. "Sweet dreams, Scare," Brock stressed cheerfully, before extracting his wand to perform a counter charm. It would be a small wonder if he managed to get some shuteye at all. Edited by Brock Baker, May 10 2012, 04:38:21 PM.
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