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Alternative Adventures of Sabrina

Name: Kara Fernlock
Age: 18
Race: half-mortal
Familiar: A female bloodhound named Echo
Religion: Church of the Night, willingly
How do you know Sabrina: her mother is close friends with her aunts

Echoes of the past (private)

An interesting assumption. It could've been hacked, but Moll knew that was not the case. Its unresponsiveness was due to completely different causes.
She extended a tentative hand when the stranger assaulted her bot, cringing a bit at the sounds that accompanied each new hit.
Uh... She started when the stranger suddenly turned around, as though someone had called out to him. She blinked nervously when asked where she came from and let out a laugh that was somewhere between nervous and self-assured, making a conscious effort not to cover her left eye.

Where she came from, bionic fittings were no new thing at all and she now realised she was very good at making mistakes due to being too reckless.

I didn't... She began sheepishly: Say where I was coming from.
She cleared her throat before she continued, as though trying to regain her composure: You seem a little pale. Maybe you need to see a doctor or something.

Echoes of the past (private)

With a click, the safety protocol was deactivated and she could finally put a face to the intruder's presence and voice. He did not seem threatening, which was good - but rather curious, a sentiment that was proven by his inspection of Travelbot.
The fact that he was not able to recognise one of the most common AIs to her knowledge, proved that the machine had been successful in transporting her - somewhere in the past, at the very least, though she would try to be careful about finding out exactly when. At the very least, it was a place that recognised AI without freaking out or calling it witchcraft, so perhaps, for now, she was in no immediate danger of being burned alive.

It's uh...It's something of a travel companion. Or should be. It doesn't quite work properly. Yet. Moll said, making use of her bot's current unresponsive nature.

Echoes of the past (private)

Are you kidding me, bot?!

Moll slapped her hands against the sides of the unresponsive bot, ready to give it a nice shake when she heard a familiar hiss. The door to the machine had opened. All colour rushed from her cheeks, leaving her even paler than before and she hugged Travelbot close to her chest. Luckily for her, they no longer made flight assistant bots clunky as before and they now came with a slick, customisable design and the added benefit of hovering.Also, they were portable.

Moll's Travelbot was modelled after the ancient 1990s TVs, albeit smaller in size. It was a thick, white screen sporting a solid blue display to give the bot the possibility of emoting and robotic arms attached to the sides of the case. She had built the shell herself when she was younger after her grandfather had told her about their ancestors and life as it was long before 3010 (or his version of it, really, for who could know anymore what that had been like?) - a story that realistically should not have taken as long as it had, but which she enjoyed thoroughly nonetheless.

While her bot had been shunned for what some considered stylistic flaws, others seemed to applaud her disposition for the old and dilapidated, not all sarcastically. Her own family argued that she wouldn't have been as invested in time travelling, had it not been for her affection towards all things ancient.

Did you hear that? She tried, and where there was no answer, she frowned: Of course you didn't register that. You are being a major b-hole right now, Tbot.
Gulping as some of the implications started to dawn on her - if she had indeed traveled in time and someone had just stumbled across her chute, there was no telling what the consequences would be and with a malfunctioning time machine, she could be in greater trouble than she could even comprehend.
[b]H-hello? You, you really shouldn't be in here...[b] She called as she passed from the narrow engine room into the cockpit. She noticed the door was open, which confirmed her fears as she involuntarily gripped her bot partner tighter.
[b]I was, in fact, on my way out. Away. Away from here.[b] She continued with a nervous laugh as she approached the controls and rapidly inserted a series of commands. The door hissed shut almost immediately after and Moll drew in a deep breath.
It would take the system about thirty seconds - or less - to find you. And trust me when I say this - but it does not take kindly to intruders. If you're here - show yourself now. Before things get ugly.

Moll said, doing the best tough act she was capable of, though still clutching to Travelbot for dear life.

Echoes of the past (private)

My name is Moll Lantieri and I helped invent the first working time machine. Or rather, the first predictable time machine.

Error. Coordinates cannot be reset.
Error. You do not have clearance to access the control panel at this time. Please contact...

Truthfully. That is what I thought. In fact, it is the only reason why I would ever offer to test this thing. That and...I am not actually a scientist. I have yet to graduate. And this, well, this was the only way I could get this close to such a monumental project. You understand, don't you?

The bot's screen blinked as it hovered apathetically in front of the time machine tester. It caused the female to roll her eyes in frustration and let out an exasperated groan.
Don't you dare judge me.
The bot seemed uninterested in making a reply.
Not chatty all of a sudden, I see, so how about you do what you were programmed to do and help me fix this thing up, eh?

Moll opened the door to the small travelling cabin and stepped outside onto perfectly soft ground. Her eyes darted downwards and she fought to hold back a gasp. Grass. Grass extended as far as the eye could see and trees seemingly sprouted out of everywhere. On their own, no artificial support whatsoever.
Uhm. Okay, this seems...strange. Travelbot, where exactly are we?
The bot in question remained as quiet as before which prompted Moll to slap it on the side before she realised that all and any information the bot would be capable of accessing would have to be re-routed as, if the machine had proven to have transported them back in time, it would have zero access to the Wire.

So without further ado, she got to work, as ignorant as any person who had never had to check her surroundings before to ensure her safety, past the occasional hazmat bin.

Eat the rich

Che'thla was not native to Westeros. The continent, its folk and their habits were all very new to her. She had hoped that upon setting foot in Westeros she would be met with an undeniable sense of relief, acknowledgement, perhaps memories of old. She had hoped the continent would make her feel as though she had entered a second home. It was not so. She felt nothing and was actually rather distressed at the twitching nervousness with which the inhabitants they had come across thus far seemed to move. It was as though it was instilled in their minds that they should be ever-vigilant, like rabbits in a meadow. They had a tendency to distrust and to look behind them as though they expected trouble to jump out at them from behind every corner.

"Hm..." Che'thla's companion let out thoughtfully. The woman noticed a cloudy expression taking over the man as a crease formed between his white eyebrows.
"Not what you expected?" Che'thla, who had been pushing towards a visit to Westeros forever now, was worried that upon returning home she would have nothing good to speak of, no dragon to deliver, in spite of repeated reported sightings.
"Perhaps they were wrong." The man said, referring to the high leader's sources, the ones that Che'thla had enthusiastically received and chose to verify.
"Unlikely." The woman replied, shaking her head. "If there is even the smallest chance that there are dragons here, flying at will, we must know for sure. It could change everything. For us and for the dragons."
"We should check in somewhere. My back cannot take another night in the open."
"And I could use a bath." Che'thla added jokingly, the tips of her fingers gently touching the head of a small winged reptile underneath her cape as they made their way through Meereen, in search of a place to spend the night.

Eat the rich

I'm thinking we start with a character sheet, eh?



Name
Che'thla

Gender
Female

Age
22 y.o

Occupation
Dragon specialist

Magical ability
Minor fire manipulation

Personality
Che'thla is a very elusive individual who prefers solitude as company and would only trade her peace and quiet for the presence of a dragon. She is passionate and dedicated, and has a gift for dragon interaction. In spite of her preference for withdrawal, Che'thla is known for her impetuousness and determination which is why she is rapidly advancing through her people's ranks, currently aiming at becoming the leader's adviser. She is very instinctive, a trait nurtured by her experience with dragons and more open-minded than the vast fear-mongering majority that makes up her tribe.

History
Che'thla belongs to a disgraced and now nameless House that has been erased from history, but that at some point had assisted the Targaryens with dragon psychology and training. When the divide between the two occured, the ones who had been stripped of their rights and name grabbed a stash of dragon eggs and fled the seven kingdoms taking refuge in Essos and chose to live in secrecy, tending to the remaining dragons as they helplessly awaited for the inevitable death of those left scattered across the territory that was once their home.
Che'thla's tribe is referred to as the Barbarians of Essos and they are regarded as undesirables. Their history and the existence of dragons, however remain a safe secret even among the more seasoned intellectuals of the continent. Che'thla's ambition, however, is to rebuild honour for her family on the fruitful history they had created before the occurrence of the Divide as well as ensure a safer and freer existence for dragons everywhere.

Back to Hogwarts

What is your full name?
"Almveig Taar" she replies promptly.

How do you look? (You find this a strange question but decide to answer it anyway)

"Half-human, half-horse, what's it look like to you?" She half-snapped before letting out a frustrated sigh. "Guess you could say I'm blonde-haired, green-eyed, kinda rough looking, but otherwise I suppose <fit as a fiddle> fits the purpose just fine and it's easily noticeable." She adds, tossing her hair gently with a giggle.

Describe your personality. Be honest, I will be able to tell if you lie to me.
"I'm a no nonsense kind of gal, which makes me wonder why I'm here having this random chat with you. I guess it comes with being a little self-involved. Don't get me wrong, I can be plenty self-critical, but a bit of confidence doesn't hurt, now does it? I don't much care for company, so whatever it is you've got to say, you'd better spit out fast."

What house are you in? Do you feel you belong in this house?
"Slitherin." A smirk. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

How is your O.W.L. and/or N.E.W.T. progress going? In other words, which classes do you specialize in?
"You pullin' my leg? I passed my O.W.L with flying colours! Well...I scored outstandingly on my Divination and History of magic exams, boring huh? I exceeded expectations in Potions, Astronomy and Ancient Runes. The others were well, uh...acceptable." She ends with a grimace. "As for my N.E.W.T, let's just say I'm planning on changing a few things about that 'acceptability' issue."

Do you play in Quidditch?
"Seriously? And how exactly would I fly on a broom?" She asks in response with an irritated flick of her tail. "No, of course not."

What does your Patronus look like?
"An stallion, go figure."

Do you have a pet that stays with you?
"My ferret, Nigel."

What are your most used spells?
"Langlock. Scourgify - don't give me that look, if the spell can do my bidding for me, why the heck not? And hey, Incendio's one of the classics, wouldn't you say so?"

Avatar: Mists of time

o: oh, the mystery! I'm not giving away details yet. :D

Avatar: Mists of time

So, I want to clarify some things with respects to my last post. BendCorp, funded by Kaito and Jirou who will become increasingly active throughout the story. As shown, they have been working on manufacturing an Avatar, which hints at them having an interest in helping the people who are losing hope and in lending a helping hand towards fixing some of the things that are off in the United Republic of Nations as well as addressing the biggest issue yet: the Avatar. As for the person Kaito introduces as "The New Avatar", the post shows a masked person, bending three elements in a row while hooked up to the BendCorp invention. This Avatar figure is not an NPC and will not make another appearance until 'the right time'. Whether this figure turns out to be the Avatar or something else remains to be seen.

I hope this'll make things spicier from here on out. Happy posting, everyone!