Eyeris

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

[Iratze]

The images Armarion sent her swam through her consciousness. She had no idea such things had happened, it must have been very long ago... Who's secrets were these? Brontes? The Sun and Mooon? What did it all mean...

She dare not let go of Armarion's hand as he held it. She swayed and swelled with emotions, so many feelings overwhelmed her like the high of a drug. In her old form, as the messenger, she felt very little when she felt things she could watch them come and go with a passive acknowledgment. Now she was tossed about by her emotions like a leaf in a storm.

"Look not to Amos." Iratze was cross that Armarion was still paying more attention to his brother than herself. Amos flew into the killing fields... the city below... "You do not need to ask him, or anyone else, for anything at all. If it is hell you want, we will take it, we will overcome the curse of Brontes and find our way there I swear it. You are stronger and wiser than the old forgotten gods that you have shown us, and stronger now that you are without constraint, stronger now that you are with me..."

Iratze had never wanted anything for herself, not before, she had been relatively satisfied to be the messenger before all this happened. That is why she was one of the only gods who did not go mad at one point or another after the fall. She accepted her entrapment placidly. It wasn't until now that she thought differently, after Brontes had returned, after Amare had left her, Armarion rejected her, and Amos corrupted her... Now that the way of change had opened up to her she could never go back...

Her ambitions were different from Amos and Armarion. She didn't want to take over the underworld, or heaven, or earth, or any of that. She was equally selfish as they. She would give as much as then to get what she wanted. She was greedy. Her want burned in her so hot she thought she might combust.

In the past she was the messenger of all gods, she belonged to everyone, their objects. What she wanted was her freedom first, which Amos had granted her. Second she wanted... Someone to belong to her for a change... Armarion...

She grabbed him and pulled him toward her, much like she had in the dark alley when they had shared their first kiss. It had been a secret kiss... Now they stood above the city in full view for all to see, no secrets or constraints, no sides in a war to choose between, nothing to stop them, nothing between them, their time had come.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

I'm also having a crazy week! Sooooon!

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

Sorry for posting delay, rough week. Tomorrow!

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

I'll have a post up soon.

2 days isn't quite dead. Especially seeing as the ooc is active.

Is there a plan out contingency plan? Should we discuss?

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

That's an idea! Totally do whatever you think is a good idea! :D

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Aww geez, 24 days between posts?! Sorry guys. Even this post wasn't quite what I wanted it to be.

@Prints Avoid

It was good ^_^. I can imagine Nolan bitterly picking flowers, then, 'WTF-mate!'

We will post soon to move things along :D

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

Armarion arrived, and spoke words that pierced the heart of the rainbow: "What is this ugly sight I see, why do I see you Iratze standing with this disgusting beast that should be banished to the eternal darkness that consumes all and traps even the most mighty of the gods!"

"How quickly you turn against me now that I have taken a form that suits myself and not you or your pantheon..." She boiled with anger. Had he not said he loved her? It had meant nothing before, as he would never act upon it, and it meant less now that she displeased him. Now that she was ugly...

Iratze did not need to speak. She did not need to be the messenger. Amos spoke for her:

"Iratze has finally embraced who she was meant to be all along. Free from restrictions of her former self, she is now..free."

As much as Armarion hated his brother, calling him vile unpleasant things, disowning him... Amos still held sway over Armarion's heart. This proved true as Armarion changed before their very eyes.

"Armarion..." She floated toward him in the air, her wingspan wide and shimmering. "You have caused me great anguish... Yet, now you have changed your form, have you changed your ways or your heart? Your brother has freed me of my karma and now I can choose... Would you discard your own karma? For you have always had the power to do so but perhaps not the desire until now..."

She held out her hand toward him. "Will you join us and indulge in what you have denied yourself? Will you acquire all that has been held back from you by your parents, by Brontes, by coincidence and design... Beautiful Dark Armarion..." Her tone was smooth and affectionate, but sizzled on the consonants, bitterness on the edges. She extended her hand further waiting for his answer. "What does your dark-self desire above all?"

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Charlie Weasley heard Richard and drew his wand. He was near the head of the group still, and dashed forward on long limber legs to shield a small penguin-like student who had wandered aimlessly ahead of the group. He brushed her aside, countering the curse, he thought he saw a cloaked figure in the forest... Charlie yelled 'Stupefy!' with his wand outstretched to the enemy in the dark... Were these some older students playing a prank? Charlie thought of the train-car incident... The pranks this year seemed to lean the side of extremism. He would attempt to stun these attackers and determine if they were students or outsiders interfering in Hogwarts business...

Charlie Weasly defended Hogwarts once before, he would gladly do so again if called upon to do so.

Moirah shrieked, nearly struck by a glowing red glob of magic. Charlie knocked her out of the way just in the nick of time... But he also toppled her straight over and she rolled off the path and into the briers. She wriggled and whimpered as the thorns bit through her robes and into her skin. She watched Charlie and a strange wizard begin to duel...

Cassandra turned about as the trouble came upon them. She brought her wand arm up and her lips began to move, but before any words came forth she was struck in he shoulder and she crumpled to the ground. Red blood bloomed from her shoulder and the stain spread down her sleeve. She didn't' move for awhile...

Caelum was blinded by the lights and deafened by the noise. She dropped all the little silver flowers that she held in surprise, then crouched against the tree by self preservative instinct. She was still well off the path collecting flowers where Roze had spotted them... Or had she seen something else? It seemed so.

She wanted to dash back to the group, but hesitated. She saw the crossfire of spells in the air and was afraid of being hit. 'Do they know where I am?' She wondered if in the chaos they would forget her and run away...

Then she felt something grip her ankle, she gasped looking down. At first she thought it was the silver flowers that were the culprit. For they rose up from the earth toward her, the flowerbed undulating angrily. Yet, it was the roots of the tree beneath. The spell-animated root grabbed her ankle, then wrist, then began to drag her away from the path away from the school group and into the dark forest.

"R-RICHA--!" She called the first name that came to her mind, the new teacher. Then felt a spell hit the back of her head, her mouth suddenly felt like it was... was... full of something like peanut butter that tasted foul. She was unable to call for help. She had one free hand left, she clawed at the ground ripping up dirt and silver-flours as she was dragged away.

More roots might threaten to grab the ankles and toes of any students to far on the outskirts... The attackers, for the moment, stayed beyond the tree line...

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

"Come along now, you wouldn't want to fall behind from the group. The forest is dangerous, especially at this time of day." Cassandra had called out, looking on as Dan cast a light spell. "Not bad for day one." She smiled. She meant to urge the group along when he students seemed to spot the flower in question. "That was quick." She would stand back and let the students inspect and collect these specimens then move them along through the wood. There was not likely enough there to provide all the students with their samples.

Caelum, as observant as she was, did not notice anything amiss. She looked up from the fistful of silver blossoms and in the direction of Richard Notting, the transfiguration teacher. Caelum hoped he would be impressed with her find... Well... It was really Roze that had found the flower... Yet, perhaps since Caelum was the first to pick it... Richard would be impressed...

She didn't notice what lay behind the patch of flowers lurking between the shadows in the forest...

Torn Across the Rift

After that I'd be willing to do a time-skip or something if you guys are finding boredom to be an issue for your inspiration.