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Hmm interesting. I'm gonna get a closer look when I'm home from work and see if got time to write up and play a character.

Pokemon Colosseum: The Light Extinguished

Claude was not the last to arrive. Just as Sean had greeted him, two more trainers approached. A boy and a girl about the same age as the rest of them. While the boy was more upfront, she seemed to hold back. Praxis and Carna, huh? He caught the Kalos accent on their voices. However, they didn't share the soft pampered tone his mother's business associates from the region all seemed to have. Interesting. He glanced at Bliss, but the Furfrou's dyed fur was holding the Aipom's attention. "Don't even think about it," Claude murmured. Bliss's grin widened.

Their group walked into the lab, and Claude and Bliss found themselves unable to keep their eyes on just one thing. Claude had never been in a lab before, and he felt quite out of his element. But it was interesting. There were machines and gadgets of various shapes and sizes along with a bunch of other strange things, and he couldn't help but wonder what their purpose could be. Still, the curiosity for why he and the others had been called here was stronger.

"So what-" he began to ask the man leading them, when someone else's question interrupted his own. Claude turned to find that the bookish girl from earlier was raving about some rock. As expected from the Furfrou, she also had the Kalos accent. A grin crossed his face, as the girl's unbridled excitement just seemed funny for some reason. The sight of the the lab aide picking his books off the floor and scowling in the girl's direction just made the entire scene for him, however and in moments he was laughing.

He managed to calm himself, though his eyes were left slightly watery and some color had rushed to his face. This was where he usually apologized and clarified he was laughing with someone and not at them, but in this case he really was laughing at her. Instead he just shrugged with an amused smile. "If that was geeking out a little, I'd love to see what you call geeking out a lot."

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

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

@Eyeris

That was the plan, but also he wouldn't leave without knowing Caelum coughandChandlercoughcough is safe. He won't exactly run in and save her. "We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid" and all that, but I don't think he can exactly leave. Hmm we'll see how it plays out I guess.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

I was honestly considering having him lead the rest of the students back to the castle. As much as he wants to help, he's all too aware there's nothing he can personally do. Poor guy.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

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

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Nolan was been somewhat by himself when it went to hell. While Caelum had seemed distracted, he didn't really feel like talking to any of the rest of the group. He was still a bit bitter. He had been one of the most distant from the attack when it happened, picking a full patch of the silver flower he'd found when the voices began to cry out. He turned just as a ball of light rose into the air, illuminating the scene. What was going on?

He ran back to the group of students, most of who were huddling around uselessly. He noticed Caelum was nowhere to be seen. A few students did manage to prevent Roze from falling as she was pushed back into the group. "What's going on?" he asked. "And have you seen Caelum?"

The flashing lights kept going and there were screams from still more of the students who had ventured farther into the forest than the rest. The muffled calling of curses he could hear from within told him there were other wizards in there, and it was clear this was not something the teachers were prepared for. He looked up at the huge light then back at the castle. Did anyone up there know what was going on? He thought of sprinting back to the castle for help but that would take too long.

In that moment he saw Cassandra fall and the magnitude of the danger they were in really hit him. He raised his wand, but then slowly put it back down. The stubborn thing hadn't so much as made sparks following that first day in the shop when it'd put on an impressive display. He gave a frustrated sigh then looked around at the group of students standing around uselessly. Wouldn't they all be better off just heading back to the castle? There was nothing they could do here. Was the best thing to do really running away?

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

I will post tonight...

Edit: ugh it'll have to be tomorrow.

Pokemon Colosseum: The Light Extinguished

Claude walked up to the lab, a sigh of relief escaping his lips at having finally reached it. The previous day's journey from Gateon Port had started off badly and not gotten any better.

"Trainer, your presence has been requested at the Pokemon HQ lab in Orre. I, professor Birek have made a discovery that could be amazing news to both Pokemon and their trainers. I ask that when you arrive at the lab you wait for the others who have been invited. Speak of this to no one except the others when they arrive. Have a safe journey."

The arrival of the message could not have been timed any better. Life at home had become increasingly unbearable and Claude had been contemplating heading out on his own for quite a while. Sure, they said Orre was less forgiving to young trainers than a place like Johto, but it had to be better than being stuck in Gateon Port.

The same day the message had arrived was also the morning of the biggest argument his parents had had yet. With that, Claude had announced he would be leaving. He took a short time to pack up his things, and a slightly longer time to tell his parents that he was headed out. The long, hot, uncomfortable bus ride had done nothing to improve his mood, though Bliss did her best to help.

But now here he stood before the lab his loyal Aipom at his side. There were certainly worse places for this new chapter of his life to begin. As he approached the lab he saw that a few others had arrived ahead of him.

He looked around at the three, a boy and girl sitting together. Another girl reading by herself. They really didn't seem to be much. What was that, an honest-to-god dyed Furfrou? In Orre? Where had the professor found these guys. Then again he couldn't say much, he wasn't much of a battler himself. But surely Professor Birek knew of his other successes. "Guess I can't judge just yet," he thought. Maybe they'd surprise him. Either way, the girls weren't bad to look at anyway.

He straightened out his shirt a bit and brushed some dust off. First impressions and all that. Striding forward he stood in front of the stairs, facing them. Bliss took this opportunity to scurry up his back and sit on his shoulder.

"How's it goin'? I'm Claude. I'm assuming you all got a message from Birek?"

Salem Witches' Institute [Harry Potter]

Dorado Schmitz

"Doradooo!"

The voice cut through his thoughts, interrupting the surreal nonsense of his dreams. It sounds familiar but not quite right. It was someone forcing a deep voice into a higher pitch?

"Dorado! We need you, golden boy! Come show us what terrible people we all are!"

Dor groaned, recognizing Evan's voice at last. It was too early. He should not need to get up right now. No, he actually didn't need to get up right now. "Go away Evan... I've got one day of sleeping in left and I don't wanna waste it." Without opening his eyes, he turned away from the voice, pulling a blanket over his head. He heard a low chuckle and mutter. The next thing he knew, there was bright flash and a pop. His blankets flew across the small room, and he was thrown to the floor. The blinds rocketed upwards and Dor was left on the floor, facing the ceiling with sunlight streaming in through the window onto his face. He groaned once more as Evan burst into laughter, wand gripped in one hand, his other hand clutching his stomach. His guffaws were interrupted by a loud belch, which only made him resume laughing even more forcefully.

Dor sighed, then rubbed his eyes as he stood up off the floor. "You better hope-" Dor's own speech was interrupted by a burp of his own, which of course set Evan off again. He had a tendency to have overly long and exaggerated fits of laughter. Dor couldn't help but laugh himself. "Damn, how much of that stuff did we have?" The previous day had marked the pickup of the final returning member of Good's Quidditch team, and so they had put together a Quidditch pong tournament. A combination of the Muggle game of beer pong and Quidditch, it was immensely complicated and a lot of fun. Of course all members of the Quidditch team were respectful, well-behaving, rule-abiding students, and even if they did manage to get any beer they'd never make it available to the younger members of the team. Instead, they used a non-alcoholic but fun substitute chosen by the previous year's winner. It had made for an uproarious night. Of course they'd had so much of that unholy combination that Dor expected the effects to linger most of the day.

Evan was a friend of Dor's in Good and his teammate. Short and stocky, the seventh year made for an excellent Beater. He was a Muggleborn wizard, but had grasped American wizard culture faster than anyone else Dor had ever met. The two had instantly hit it off when Evan helped Dor find a classroom in his first year, finding they had many common interests. When Dor got on the Quidditch team it only solidified their friendship.

"Anyway, we just picked up Florida," Evan said once they had both stopped laughing. "Tomb's already getting filled up... There'll probably be food soon. It's the last day and night with our own rooms. Don't let it go to waaaste." He sang with a knowing smile. The boy gave a him a wink then slipped out the door, presumably headed down to the tomb.

Dor was left in his room, and in the sudden quiet he could make out the sounds of the Pegerine and the people in it. He could vaguely make out the muffled voices of Mercury and Pluto coming out of a speaker a few rooms over. He stretched his arms once more. Despite his earlier protests, now that he was awake he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep if he tried. A small burp escaped his lips as he got up and shuffled into the bathroom.

A short time later, Dor made his way down the stairs. He wore a pair of jean and a light button up shirt. Rather than deal with the mess that was his hair he'd put on his lucky hat, bearing the logo of the Tucson Dust Devils. He couldn't deny his hair could use a trim, much like his father had said. Still, after having cut nearly all of it off at the beginning of the summer, it was nice to have it back.

Dor strolled into the room and made his way to the bar, waving and nodding at various acquaintances. Strangely, Evan was nowhere to be found. Probably up to one of his tricks... Dor didn't talk to anyone for too long as he was honestly just trying to get something at the bar that might mitigate the burping. He explained his situation to the bartender. She rolled her eyes and turned around to pour him some tea out of what looked like a red thermos muttering about stupid kids and their games. Thanking her, Dor turned on his stool to face the room. He took a sip of the drink and found it sickeningly sweet. His attention was drawn to the trio of girls also at the bar next to him. It seemed Cassandre was upset about something so he did his best to awkwardly ignore the group while he finished his drink.

Unfortunately, as he'd learned over the years, it was nearly impossible to ignore Cassandre. So naturally, he kept glancing over at the three Tituba girls. He had just finished his drink and handed the cup to the bartender when it seemed they'd put aside personal issues.

"Well I'm glad to see the three of you made it back safely this year," he said, leaning over across the empty bar stools between them. "I hope that means another year of tunes that move the body and lyrics that leave the teachers speechless." A small laugh escaped his lips. "Should be a fun year, huh?" he asked as he moved one seat closer. Leaning that far was pretty uncomfortable. Looking at Echo, he added, "Especially when Good takes the Quidditch Cup."

Salem Witches' Institute [Harry Potter]

Got my post written up. Just needs a few touches. Ready to pass out as I type though so expect it tomorrow :)