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I will consume your soul
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Zeppelin pirate!!
....hmmm, no, no, doesn't quire work as well on paperforum as it did in my head.
....hmmm, no, no, doesn't quire work as well on paperforum as it did in my head.
The man who had attacked him dashed at Thufir from the smoke, slamming into his armored torso. Thufir was knocked back, but was able to grab his attacker and teleported up, well above the London skyline. The burst of energy that Thufir emitted when he appeared was enough to burn the hood which was covering his attacker's face, and he was shocked to see it was a woman with unnaturally blue eyes and a blonde buzzcut.
“Who are you?” he demanded of the woman as she struggled, but found herself unable to escape now that Thufir had a proper grip on her arm.
“We are the Children of the Light. You are to come with me.”
“You do not appear to be in a position to dictate what I am to do.”
“I have permission to kill you if you resist.”
“This is not the time to make threats.”
She struggled again, striking Thufir's arm with enough force to cause a small crack appear in the armor, but it healed almost as quickly as it appeared. She lashed out at him again, and Thufir threw her into the ground and the impact formed a crater. Thufir teleport to the bottom of the crater, again teleported to the bottom, letting off another burst of energy, which caused several burns to appear across her now exposed face. He put his foot on her chest and slowly began to push down as her eyes bulged out of her face.
“Join us! You don't need to hide from...them!” she said, the last word coated in venom.
“Those with power will abuse it. I can only imagine the terror you will bring upon the world.”
“You defend this scum?”
“I defend these lives because they are unable to do it themselves.”
“Pathetic,” the pale woman said, and she spat on his foot.
Thufir pushed his foot further into her chest.
“Do not anger me.”
That was when Thufir saw a gleam in her eye, and saw the hand on the other side of her body from him was reaching for something in one of the folds of her robe. Not giving her the chance to pull whatever trick she was attempting, Thufir pushed his foot through her chest and blood poured out of her nose and mouth as she gurgled. He teleported above the city and then across it to the very outskirts where he could be alone.
These Children of the Light had sent someone so young and untested against him. They either didn't know how powerful he was, or she had been a sacrificial lamb. It was troubling to be attacked in broad daylight. He had never heard of these Children of the Light before. He wished that he had maintained more contact with his fellow ascended; maybe they would be able to provide information. He had to find out more about what these Children of the Light were.
“Who are you?” he demanded of the woman as she struggled, but found herself unable to escape now that Thufir had a proper grip on her arm.
“We are the Children of the Light. You are to come with me.”
“You do not appear to be in a position to dictate what I am to do.”
“I have permission to kill you if you resist.”
“This is not the time to make threats.”
She struggled again, striking Thufir's arm with enough force to cause a small crack appear in the armor, but it healed almost as quickly as it appeared. She lashed out at him again, and Thufir threw her into the ground and the impact formed a crater. Thufir teleport to the bottom of the crater, again teleported to the bottom, letting off another burst of energy, which caused several burns to appear across her now exposed face. He put his foot on her chest and slowly began to push down as her eyes bulged out of her face.
“Join us! You don't need to hide from...them!” she said, the last word coated in venom.
“Those with power will abuse it. I can only imagine the terror you will bring upon the world.”
“You defend this scum?”
“I defend these lives because they are unable to do it themselves.”
“Pathetic,” the pale woman said, and she spat on his foot.
Thufir pushed his foot further into her chest.
“Do not anger me.”
That was when Thufir saw a gleam in her eye, and saw the hand on the other side of her body from him was reaching for something in one of the folds of her robe. Not giving her the chance to pull whatever trick she was attempting, Thufir pushed his foot through her chest and blood poured out of her nose and mouth as she gurgled. He teleported above the city and then across it to the very outskirts where he could be alone.
These Children of the Light had sent someone so young and untested against him. They either didn't know how powerful he was, or she had been a sacrificial lamb. It was troubling to be attacked in broad daylight. He had never heard of these Children of the Light before. He wished that he had maintained more contact with his fellow ascended; maybe they would be able to provide information. He had to find out more about what these Children of the Light were.
Thank God Hector was as big as a brick house, because he was just about as clumsy and slow as one too. He had tripped up the very first step in the castle, and Lonan had to hang off of Zelda to surreptitiously grab her ass keep himself from falling over. But put him on a broomstick, and he was one of the most agile people around. Lonan compared the two states of Hector to a werewolf that needed a Quidditch pitch and broomstick to activate it's powers.
“You're stalker,” Zelda said as she pointed ahead of her to a head of pale purple hair dipping behind one of the wide pillars in the entryway. “starting early this year.”
“Jealous?”
Zelda didn't answer him, but quickened her pace and disappeared into the throng of students crowding into the Great Hall.
“Touched a nerve,” Hector said, adjusting his robs.
“HIGHTOWER!”
“I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE ANYTHING YET, FILCH! RELAX!”
The ancient looking man shambled up to him, poking him in the chest with a bony finger.
“Your brothers were--”
“ 'Shining examples of discipline, order and respect for authority, and in all my years, I've never seen such a bad apple fall so far from the tree.', yeah, yeah, I get it Filch. This is only the fourth time we've had this talk.”
From somewhere up ahead there was a loud bang, followed by several smaller bangs and then what sounded like a very large vessel of some liquid being spilled on something else, followed finally by a mixture of shrill screams and a devilish cackling.
“PEEEEEEEEEVES!” the old man bellowed as he turned with an unnatural speed and shambled off deeper into the castle, totally abandoning his quest to reform Lonan with bony finger pokes to the chest.
He didn't know why, but as he and Hector walked past the pillar that Lovegood was hiding behind, Lonan turned and smiled at her.
“You're stalker,” Zelda said as she pointed ahead of her to a head of pale purple hair dipping behind one of the wide pillars in the entryway. “starting early this year.”
“Jealous?”
Zelda didn't answer him, but quickened her pace and disappeared into the throng of students crowding into the Great Hall.
“Touched a nerve,” Hector said, adjusting his robs.
“HIGHTOWER!”
“I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE ANYTHING YET, FILCH! RELAX!”
The ancient looking man shambled up to him, poking him in the chest with a bony finger.
“Your brothers were--”
“ 'Shining examples of discipline, order and respect for authority, and in all my years, I've never seen such a bad apple fall so far from the tree.', yeah, yeah, I get it Filch. This is only the fourth time we've had this talk.”
From somewhere up ahead there was a loud bang, followed by several smaller bangs and then what sounded like a very large vessel of some liquid being spilled on something else, followed finally by a mixture of shrill screams and a devilish cackling.
“PEEEEEEEEEVES!” the old man bellowed as he turned with an unnatural speed and shambled off deeper into the castle, totally abandoning his quest to reform Lonan with bony finger pokes to the chest.
He didn't know why, but as he and Hector walked past the pillar that Lovegood was hiding behind, Lonan turned and smiled at her.
I think for Quidditch the players could collab on titanpad for one comprehensive post instead of a bunch of little ones, and then smarty could randomize the outcome.
Okay, so I went to that Titanpad site because I was curious. And it looks really useful and all, but I couldn't help but notice how the endorsement for the page (at least on the version it displayed for me) is "Everyone loves it!" and it is attributed to 'Anonymous, Internet'. While I'm sure someone probably said that exact sequence of words in relation to that site at least once, it sounds hilariously fake and I laughed out loud.
Feyd heard tin man shouting behind him, but he didn't dare to look back because A) Looking back is how you always got caught and B) He wasn't sure flying in general was that great an idea, let alone looking somewhere else while flying. Which brought up the interesting notion that he had no idea how to land without hurting himself even more. He at least had the movement thing down to an acceptable level. He was treating it just like sledding down a hill, shifting his weight in the direction he wanted to go and hoping for the best. It had worked pretty well so far.
He figured maybe if he could slow himself down, he would drift to the ground. It was a noble theory, but Feyd wasn't even really sure if he could slow himself down. As far as he knew, this whole flying thing was binary. He either was flying or he wasn't. He gradually tried to lessen the amount of energy he was pushing down and out of his hands and was relieved when he felt the wind around him quiet down without him plummeting to the pavement. He didn't really want to look down to see how high he was, but he hadn't been needing to dodge any buildings which probably wasn't good.
He tried to rock himself through the air and was pleased to find that this slowed him down as well. He began to gently lower himself down and was pleased to find that he was mostly away from the busy sections of the city. He lowered himself down among some old, abandoned buildings and fell the last several feet, but landed upright. The jolt of landing caused his ribs to throb and he had a bit of trouble breathing. He went down on one knee and tried to push the pain out of his head, to refocus on what needed done. He heard someone yell at him. He looked up and saw he was being approached by four very large people dressed in worker's clothes.
“You can't be here,” a bald white man with a full beard shouted at him. “This is private property.”
“Fuck off,” Feyd said, “I'll be out of here in a few minutes just...gimme a sec.”
“Maybe you don't hear so good,” someone behind the first person to speak said.
Feyd sighed. He could smell that they were about to try and rob him. He had a sixth sense about such things.
“Really, guys? We're really going to do this cliche bullshit now? Well, I don't have any money. And as you can see, my shoes are really fucked up.”
They stepped forward, two of them cracking their knuckles for dramatic effect. Feyd laughed at them, ignoring the pain that shot through his body and caused black spots to float into his vision and then burst. Feyd was tired, in a lot of pain and wasn't in any sort of mood for this bullshit. He formed an orb in each hand, giving them each a large tail for maximum effect.
“Run,” was all he said before he threw them down between them, creating a wall of fire several feet high. He heard the commotion of scared people running, and didn't even care that he had blatantly used his powers in front of normal people.
What were they gonna say? 'This huge bald dude fell from the sky, made fire with his hands and then made a wall.'? That was some Syfy channel bullshit, no one would believe them. Now that he was safely landed, Feyd needed new clothes. He cursed that he didn't Terminator 2 those motherfuckers and started walking among the abandoned buildings towards the outline of the city.
He figured maybe if he could slow himself down, he would drift to the ground. It was a noble theory, but Feyd wasn't even really sure if he could slow himself down. As far as he knew, this whole flying thing was binary. He either was flying or he wasn't. He gradually tried to lessen the amount of energy he was pushing down and out of his hands and was relieved when he felt the wind around him quiet down without him plummeting to the pavement. He didn't really want to look down to see how high he was, but he hadn't been needing to dodge any buildings which probably wasn't good.
He tried to rock himself through the air and was pleased to find that this slowed him down as well. He began to gently lower himself down and was pleased to find that he was mostly away from the busy sections of the city. He lowered himself down among some old, abandoned buildings and fell the last several feet, but landed upright. The jolt of landing caused his ribs to throb and he had a bit of trouble breathing. He went down on one knee and tried to push the pain out of his head, to refocus on what needed done. He heard someone yell at him. He looked up and saw he was being approached by four very large people dressed in worker's clothes.
“You can't be here,” a bald white man with a full beard shouted at him. “This is private property.”
“Fuck off,” Feyd said, “I'll be out of here in a few minutes just...gimme a sec.”
“Maybe you don't hear so good,” someone behind the first person to speak said.
Feyd sighed. He could smell that they were about to try and rob him. He had a sixth sense about such things.
“Really, guys? We're really going to do this cliche bullshit now? Well, I don't have any money. And as you can see, my shoes are really fucked up.”
They stepped forward, two of them cracking their knuckles for dramatic effect. Feyd laughed at them, ignoring the pain that shot through his body and caused black spots to float into his vision and then burst. Feyd was tired, in a lot of pain and wasn't in any sort of mood for this bullshit. He formed an orb in each hand, giving them each a large tail for maximum effect.
“Run,” was all he said before he threw them down between them, creating a wall of fire several feet high. He heard the commotion of scared people running, and didn't even care that he had blatantly used his powers in front of normal people.
What were they gonna say? 'This huge bald dude fell from the sky, made fire with his hands and then made a wall.'? That was some Syfy channel bullshit, no one would believe them. Now that he was safely landed, Feyd needed new clothes. He cursed that he didn't Terminator 2 those motherfuckers and started walking among the abandoned buildings towards the outline of the city.
Lonan hopped into one of the carts pulled by the ghastly thestrals and leaned back. He usually liked to ponder how people would react if they could see the thestrals that pulled the carts. He remembered his first time seeing them as he stepped off the train for his second year. He refused to go near the carts until his brother explained to him that they only looked scary. He wondered why no one else was afraid of the creatures until he learned that not everyone could see them. Lonan wondered what had made him so lucky, but when he asked his parents about why he could see them, well, he had actually asked them who he watched die, they deflected his question, quickly changing the subject to his brother passing all his NEWTs with flying colors. He had let it go after that.
He leaned back into the empty cart he had nabbed and put his feet up on the seat across from him until someone kicked him in the knee.
“You son of a--” Lonan started before he opened his eyes and saw it was Zelda, looking down on him.
“You were saying?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip.
“Nothing,” Lonan said, pulling his feet down.
He liked Nicholas and ( ), but he always got a strange vibe from them. They were too concerned with status and power, and all Lonan really wanted was to find the perfect balance between having as much fun as possible and not getting expelled.
Hector lumbered up behind Zelda and Hector's girlfriend, whatever the hell her name was, climbed in after him.
“What'd you do all summer?” Zelda asked, not knowing any better.
“I practiced.”
“And?”
“Practiced some more.”
“...Wow.”
They made small talk about what they did during the summer as they were pulled towards the castle, with Lonan interrupting everyone else just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating someone walking up to the castle alone.
“It's Lovegood. What do you expect?” Hector asked him.
“Fair enough,” Lonan said with a shrug.
He leaned back into the empty cart he had nabbed and put his feet up on the seat across from him until someone kicked him in the knee.
“You son of a--” Lonan started before he opened his eyes and saw it was Zelda, looking down on him.
“You were saying?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip.
“Nothing,” Lonan said, pulling his feet down.
He liked Nicholas and ( ), but he always got a strange vibe from them. They were too concerned with status and power, and all Lonan really wanted was to find the perfect balance between having as much fun as possible and not getting expelled.
Hector lumbered up behind Zelda and Hector's girlfriend, whatever the hell her name was, climbed in after him.
“What'd you do all summer?” Zelda asked, not knowing any better.
“I practiced.”
“And?”
“Practiced some more.”
“...Wow.”
They made small talk about what they did during the summer as they were pulled towards the castle, with Lonan interrupting everyone else just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating someone walking up to the castle alone.
“It's Lovegood. What do you expect?” Hector asked him.
“Fair enough,” Lonan said with a shrug.
Solomon felt the rock spires slamming into him and turned to face his new attacker as several more shards of rock hit him. He wasn't about to give up now that he had attracted two of them. The blue creature was strong enough to battle him, but this new one was throwing things, which he took to mean she wasn't as strong. He rushed towards her, feeling the impact of the spikes, but ignoring the damage that she was causing. He felt himself slowing down from taking so much damage, hoping that they would finally be the ones to end him. Soon, he wasn't able to weather anymore of the spikes and slowed to a crawl, maniacally laughing as he made one last effort to reach his target before collapsing and becoming still.
This is all I could see in my head as I read the description of the grays. I'd do either, but my vote remains with the Magical Girl RP.
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