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Kaiden Devarron sighed at the large, pink owl-like creature he had brought out into the valley with him as he carefully stripped away the layers of threading and tape he had used to keep it in the folded position while the bird recovered from an unfortunate crash into a very solid object. When he had gotten the message from Hogsmeade about some inane twittering sound driving nearby people bonkers, he had known exactly what kind of creature he was dealing with.
A fwooper was an exotic creature, often kept as pets by wizards and witches with a taste for pretty colors and only slightly dangerous side effects. It's musical tone was known to infect people with madness, with the insanity growing worse the longer the person was exposed to it. As such, all fwoopers that were legally traded through legitimate channels were supposed to be enchanted with a silencing charm, which had to be renewed every month. Sadly not everyone followed the rules, and when the creatures inevitably got loose, it quickly could become everyone else's problem.
And so he had apparated as close as he could reliably get to Hogsmeade, and like Odysseus of old, rolled up some beeswax into his ears to keep the noise from afflicting his brain. He found the hurt creature trying to flutter it's way out of a barrel of water, it's feathers too soaked to carry it to safety and one wing bent in an awkward direction. Over the course of the last week or so, he had reinforced the silencing charm that had faded around the creature, but would often play rainforest bird songs near the area in which he kept it for it's recovery.
And now the day had come to set it free.
For this he had traveled pretty deep into Hogwarts Valley, having spotted the signs of a fwooper den in the area. With a bit more preparation time, he had brought along a pair of silencing headphones, and was already listening to a selection by some muggle band called Dragon...something. He removed the last of the taping, stepping back and letting the fwooper stand on its own, testing it's freshly mended wing. Kai pulled his wand from a sling across the small of his back and pointed it towards the fwooper.
"Surgito," he said, though he couldn't hear his own voice. A swell of magical energy poured out of the fwooper, his silencing charm tearing apart under the effects of the dispelling charm.
It looked back at him curiously, twittered something that probably halfway between an insult and a thank you, and then took flight.
Kai watched it disappear into the trees, chuckling to himself at the bird's antics over the past few days. He shrugged, another story he could tell his parents the next time he visited. He had already collected a few feathers of the creature that had fallen off while it was under his care.
"You're back in your world... time for me to go back to mine," he muttered to no one in particular. Picking up the remains of the wing taping and the harness that had limited the creature's ability to fly away from him, he began the long walk to the castle to meet his fellow professors. Hopefully he could find an excuse to slip away after this walk to Hogsmeade, but there was only one way to find out.
A fwooper was an exotic creature, often kept as pets by wizards and witches with a taste for pretty colors and only slightly dangerous side effects. It's musical tone was known to infect people with madness, with the insanity growing worse the longer the person was exposed to it. As such, all fwoopers that were legally traded through legitimate channels were supposed to be enchanted with a silencing charm, which had to be renewed every month. Sadly not everyone followed the rules, and when the creatures inevitably got loose, it quickly could become everyone else's problem.
And so he had apparated as close as he could reliably get to Hogsmeade, and like Odysseus of old, rolled up some beeswax into his ears to keep the noise from afflicting his brain. He found the hurt creature trying to flutter it's way out of a barrel of water, it's feathers too soaked to carry it to safety and one wing bent in an awkward direction. Over the course of the last week or so, he had reinforced the silencing charm that had faded around the creature, but would often play rainforest bird songs near the area in which he kept it for it's recovery.
And now the day had come to set it free.
For this he had traveled pretty deep into Hogwarts Valley, having spotted the signs of a fwooper den in the area. With a bit more preparation time, he had brought along a pair of silencing headphones, and was already listening to a selection by some muggle band called Dragon...something. He removed the last of the taping, stepping back and letting the fwooper stand on its own, testing it's freshly mended wing. Kai pulled his wand from a sling across the small of his back and pointed it towards the fwooper.
"Surgito," he said, though he couldn't hear his own voice. A swell of magical energy poured out of the fwooper, his silencing charm tearing apart under the effects of the dispelling charm.
It looked back at him curiously, twittered something that probably halfway between an insult and a thank you, and then took flight.
Kai watched it disappear into the trees, chuckling to himself at the bird's antics over the past few days. He shrugged, another story he could tell his parents the next time he visited. He had already collected a few feathers of the creature that had fallen off while it was under his care.
"You're back in your world... time for me to go back to mine," he muttered to no one in particular. Picking up the remains of the wing taping and the harness that had limited the creature's ability to fly away from him, he began the long walk to the castle to meet his fellow professors. Hopefully he could find an excuse to slip away after this walk to Hogsmeade, but there was only one way to find out.
I only got one, the rest are theoretical at this point >.>
Posted! Please let me know if I need to rewrite, I havent done group combat in... a long time. Not sure of the rules here.
Can't say I didn't warn ya, Val thought to himself as the Wild charged. He ducked as the dust cloud enveloped them all, moving a piece of the scarf around his neck up to cover his mouth and nose as he held his breath. The first few moments of the dust were always the worst... and the best for those who know how to exploit it.
He drew his combat knife, moving carefully through the dust and keeping his breath light and even.
“Don't shoot! Ya wanna hit each other?! Get out of the dust cloud, we're killing that Wild and finding those Umbra brats!”
Val began to stalk along the ground in the direction of the shouting, watching the dust stir as the bears tried to make sense of their surroundings. Hearing the click of a boot heel on the ground just a few feet away, Val swept in low and hard, lashing out with his knife and slicing through the back of the man's knees where there was little to no armor. As the leg folded from lack of support, Val snapped the butt of his pistol into the man's wrist, keeping the pistol pointed away from him as he rolled on top of the man and the knife flashed once more, piercing through his neck and severing the arteries. He held the handle of the knife against the man's mouth, stifling his dying gasps as Val listened, prying the pistol from man's grasp and checking it's magazine out of habit before readying the weapon.
“We ain't gonna kill ya, Val, we just playin’! Help us recapture them and you'll get your share!”
Always did talk too much Vinny, Val though, putting three rounds with practiced precision in the direction of the voice. He began moving again an instant after the rounds were discharged, fully expecting a return barrage of firepower. But he was alone as far as he was concerned. That meant they had to watch where their bullets flew. Him, not so much.
He stalked through the dust, doing what he could to disable any bears he found while trying his best to stay away from the Wild. He figured he had maybe another minute or two before the dust settled enough that he would have to find some cover. If he stumbled across any of the Umbra that didn't try to kill him immediately, he'd hold a finger to his lips for silence, then throw a wink their way to indicate that at least for now, he had as much to lose if the bears won out as they did. They could always talk payment afterwards.
He drew his combat knife, moving carefully through the dust and keeping his breath light and even.
“Don't shoot! Ya wanna hit each other?! Get out of the dust cloud, we're killing that Wild and finding those Umbra brats!”
Val began to stalk along the ground in the direction of the shouting, watching the dust stir as the bears tried to make sense of their surroundings. Hearing the click of a boot heel on the ground just a few feet away, Val swept in low and hard, lashing out with his knife and slicing through the back of the man's knees where there was little to no armor. As the leg folded from lack of support, Val snapped the butt of his pistol into the man's wrist, keeping the pistol pointed away from him as he rolled on top of the man and the knife flashed once more, piercing through his neck and severing the arteries. He held the handle of the knife against the man's mouth, stifling his dying gasps as Val listened, prying the pistol from man's grasp and checking it's magazine out of habit before readying the weapon.
“We ain't gonna kill ya, Val, we just playin’! Help us recapture them and you'll get your share!”
Always did talk too much Vinny, Val though, putting three rounds with practiced precision in the direction of the voice. He began moving again an instant after the rounds were discharged, fully expecting a return barrage of firepower. But he was alone as far as he was concerned. That meant they had to watch where their bullets flew. Him, not so much.
He stalked through the dust, doing what he could to disable any bears he found while trying his best to stay away from the Wild. He figured he had maybe another minute or two before the dust settled enough that he would have to find some cover. If he stumbled across any of the Umbra that didn't try to kill him immediately, he'd hold a finger to his lips for silence, then throw a wink their way to indicate that at least for now, he had as much to lose if the bears won out as they did. They could always talk payment afterwards.
Kaiden "Kai" Devarron
Age: 28
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Professor of: Care of Magical Creatures
Biography: Born to a squib father and a witch mother, Kaiden was raised on a cattle farm in Ireland that played host to a small assortment of magical creatures that his mother had 'rescued' over the years, recovering creatures from the path of muggle expansion and helping keep many on a leash that would otherwise cause trouble in the area. Although Kaiden developed his magic at a normal age, he was enraptured by the way his father managed to interact with these creatures despite having no ability to use magic himself. Such actions were still dangerous, but it taught him the lesson that not every problem needed magic to solve it.
After receiving his letter for Hogwarts, he attended the school only during the times when it was actually in session, always returning to the farm in between semesters. He was an average student in most fields, displaying a bit of a talent in herbology and potions making, but his true passion and creativity were reserved for magical creatures. During his time at Hogwarts he submitted, and was denied, over thirty requests for an alternate type of pet, with the most common reason being cited as 'too dangerous to be permitted on the grounds'.
Aside from a fairly profitable business as a cattle farmer after taking over the operations from his father, Kaiden has been living the quiet life, not seeing much of a reason to go beyond the farm property save for twice a year when he meets up with a group of his friends from his graduating years at the school. Despite this seeming self-imposed isolation, Kaiden's scores and experience with magical creatures makes him a solid choice for the new professor of Care of Magical Creatures.
Favorite Hogwarts Memory: During his sixth year at Hogwarts, the class was to study a Kappa that had been brought in for the class and was supposedly kept docile by a potion. However, after a prank pulled by a classmate, the Kappa became irritated and attempted to drown the classmate that had earned its ire. Due to the proximity with the creature, the instructor was unable to get a clear shot with a stunning charm until Kaiden approached the creature with a cucumber sandwich he had apparently brought for lunch that day. The kappa let go of the student, allowing the situation to de-escalate and both student and creature were escorted from the class without further incident.
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Kaiden "Kai" Devarron
Age: 28
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Professor of: Care of Magical Creatures
Biography: Born to a squib father and a witch mother, Kaiden was raised on a cattle farm in Ireland that played host to a small assortment of magical creatures that his mother had 'rescued' over the years, recovering creatures from the path of muggle expansion and helping keep many on a leash that would otherwise cause trouble in the area. Although Kaiden developed his magic at a normal age, he was enraptured by the way his father managed to interact with these creatures despite having no ability to use magic himself. Such actions were still dangerous, but it taught him the lesson that not every problem needed magic to solve it.
After receiving his letter for Hogwarts, he attended the school only during the times when it was actually in session, always returning to the farm in between semesters. He was an average student in most fields, displaying a bit of a talent in herbology and potions making, but his true passion and creativity were reserved for magical creatures. During his time at Hogwarts he submitted, and was denied, over thirty requests for an alternate type of pet, with the most common reason being cited as 'too dangerous to be permitted on the grounds'.
Aside from a fairly profitable business as a cattle farmer after taking over the operations from his father, Kaiden has been living the quiet life, not seeing much of a reason to go beyond the farm property save for twice a year when he meets up with a group of his friends from his graduating years at the school. Despite this seeming self-imposed isolation, Kaiden's scores and experience with magical creatures makes him a solid choice for the new professor of Care of Magical Creatures.
Favorite Hogwarts Memory: During his sixth year at Hogwarts, the class was to study a Kappa that had been brought in for the class and was supposedly kept docile by a potion. However, after a prank pulled by a classmate, the Kappa became irritated and attempted to drown the classmate that had earned its ire. Due to the proximity with the creature, the instructor was unable to get a clear shot with a stunning charm until Kaiden approached the creature with a cucumber sandwich he had apparently brought for lunch that day. The kappa let go of the student, allowing the situation to de-escalate and both student and creature were escorted from the class without further incident.
Kaiden "Kai" Devarron
Age: 28
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Professor of: Care of Magical Creatures
Biography: Born to a squib father and a witch mother, Kaiden was raised on a cattle farm in Ireland that played host to a small assortment of magical creatures that his mother had 'rescued' over the years, recovering creatures from the path of muggle expansion and helping keep many on a leash that would otherwise cause trouble in the area. Although Kaiden developed his magic at a normal age, he was enraptured by the way his father managed to interact with these creatures despite having no ability to use magic himself. Such actions were still dangerous, but it taught him the lesson that not every problem needed magic to solve it.
After receiving his letter for Hogwarts, he attended the school only during the times when it was actually in session, always returning to the farm in between semesters. He was an average student in most fields, displaying a bit of a talent in herbology and potions making, but his true passion and creativity were reserved for magical creatures. During his time at Hogwarts he submitted, and was denied, over thirty requests for an alternate type of pet, with the most common reason being cited as 'too dangerous to be permitted on the grounds'.
Aside from a fairly profitable business as a cattle farmer after taking over the operations from his father, Kaiden has been living the quiet life, not seeing much of a reason to go beyond the farm property save for twice a year when he meets up with a group of his friends from his graduating years at the school. Despite this seeming self-imposed isolation, Kaiden's scores and experience with magical creatures makes him a solid choice for the new professor of Care of Magical Creatures.
Favorite Hogwarts Memory: During his sixth year at Hogwarts, the class was to study a Kappa that had been brought in for the class and was supposedly kept docile by a potion. However, after a prank pulled by a classmate, the Kappa became irritated and attempted to drown the classmate that had earned its ire. Due to the proximity with the creature, the instructor was unable to get a clear shot with a stunning charm until Kaiden approached the creature with a cucumber sandwich he had apparently brought for lunch that day. The kappa let go of the student, allowing the situation to de-escalate and both student and creature were escorted from the class without further incident.
I'll throw some interest in here.
Aiming for the Magical Beasts job, though if you guys want to hang on to Hagrid(which I do support), I can either double or just play an alternate course instructor.
Aiming for the Magical Beasts job, though if you guys want to hang on to Hagrid(which I do support), I can either double or just play an alternate course instructor.
Val watched events unfold, his finger slowly sliding over the trigger of his rifle. This was escalating too fast for his taste. Already the bears were redeploying to face the incoming Wild. More power to them, as far as Val was concerned. If they managed to down the Wild, then maybe he could pick off a few of the survivors. If he was real lucky he might be able to walk away with everything-
“Whoever you are, we don't take kindly to sneaky little thieves! Exit the building and come face us, or I'm blowing up the building you're in until there's nothing left!”
"Dust me," Val muttered, swinging his scope back towards Vin. Instinctively, he started to carefully control his breath, bracing himself against the blow out window frame to help steady his shot. Instead of Vin's ugly mug, his scope sighted in on the woman he had seen exit the pod. His sight slid over her eyes, and he hesitated, recognizing the fear or at least surprise in her eyes. At this angle, with the velocity of his rifle, a human shield wouldn't mean much unless both targets were wearing body armor.... but just because she might be Umbra was not reason enough to risk her life, even if it meant possibly wounding the old bear himself. His finger slid off the trigger, cursing himself for a fool. "Wilds-damned Dusting coward bear."
"Easy Bears, just a scav looking for scraps. Nothing worth blowing up a building over," Val called out, "definitely not while you've got that Wild lurking over your shoulder."
"I'm coming out!," Val shouted, stowing the rifle and sliding down through a hole in the floor to the ground level. He kept his hands wide at hip level, showing that he wasn't currently holding a weapon, but still keeping them near enough to draw his sidearm and knife if things escalated. Not that it would mean much against so many soldiers, but he'd never been the type to consider going down quietly.
"Vinny, always a pleasure," Val said, tilting his head towards the man, "your boys look a bit nervous today... need a hand with that Wild? I'll take an even share this time since I'm already here... you know that's a damn good deal."
"Then again, maybe your tastes are running a little less moral than the last time I saw you," he added, risking a glance at the captives from the pod. Of course, Val calling Vin a little less than moral was definitely a case of the pot calling the kettle.
"Welcome to the Dust, Ma'am," Val said, tilting his head again towards VV.
“Whoever you are, we don't take kindly to sneaky little thieves! Exit the building and come face us, or I'm blowing up the building you're in until there's nothing left!”
"Dust me," Val muttered, swinging his scope back towards Vin. Instinctively, he started to carefully control his breath, bracing himself against the blow out window frame to help steady his shot. Instead of Vin's ugly mug, his scope sighted in on the woman he had seen exit the pod. His sight slid over her eyes, and he hesitated, recognizing the fear or at least surprise in her eyes. At this angle, with the velocity of his rifle, a human shield wouldn't mean much unless both targets were wearing body armor.... but just because she might be Umbra was not reason enough to risk her life, even if it meant possibly wounding the old bear himself. His finger slid off the trigger, cursing himself for a fool. "Wilds-damned Dusting coward bear."
"Easy Bears, just a scav looking for scraps. Nothing worth blowing up a building over," Val called out, "definitely not while you've got that Wild lurking over your shoulder."
"I'm coming out!," Val shouted, stowing the rifle and sliding down through a hole in the floor to the ground level. He kept his hands wide at hip level, showing that he wasn't currently holding a weapon, but still keeping them near enough to draw his sidearm and knife if things escalated. Not that it would mean much against so many soldiers, but he'd never been the type to consider going down quietly.
"Vinny, always a pleasure," Val said, tilting his head towards the man, "your boys look a bit nervous today... need a hand with that Wild? I'll take an even share this time since I'm already here... you know that's a damn good deal."
"Then again, maybe your tastes are running a little less moral than the last time I saw you," he added, risking a glance at the captives from the pod. Of course, Val calling Vin a little less than moral was definitely a case of the pot calling the kettle.
"Welcome to the Dust, Ma'am," Val said, tilting his head again towards VV.
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Hi, are you still interested in a potential Abyssal Connection?
Always. What's a little more trauma on top of this poor disaster of a person? Lol
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