Thayr

Hogwarts: The New Professors

Prof Kennedy, Miles

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Location: Great Hall, Hogwarts
Mentions: @MrSkimobile @World Traveler @Varshanka @Eviledd1984 @Herald

“One would think Professor McGonagall would finally be anointed with the title of headmaster at some point, yet and keep it…”

“One would think Ms McGonagall as retired by this point. I know witches live for an age and a half but she’s dealt with more than enough for her fair share. If she appears I'll feel sorry for her.” Miles considered again as he paused mid pickup of a chicken thigh, keeping the pause a good bit past his thought for dramatic effect. Just a little. “Besides, of all the phrases I'd put to Ms McGonagall, would ‘new’ or ‘energetic’ or ‘fresh perspective’ be there? She was a stabilizing force for the school, not necessarily a revolutionizing one. Not that it was at all a bad thing.”

Of course, then Alvis spoke up and Kennedy’s eyes flickered over, continuing to put more chicken into the tupperware container. By this point he…how many was it? Seven thighs, two wings? The container was about the size of his hand, but magic was all sorts of useful considering the dark-colored plastic. Eh, if Lickspittle didn't want all of it Kennedy was sure he'd be able to polish off the rest. Nevertheless, amid his own musings, Kennedy listened to the seer.

“Curious. I haven’t gotten any hints about that at the Aurors, but then again, we are known for keeping secrets. So who else, then? I think if Mr. Potter himself would even only have been a candidate, the rumours would’ve been out of control, even if we did put out a wholesale ban on owls. Still, it does all seem to be somewhat politically motivated, does it not, what with the restructuring coming from the Ministry? One of the Ministers themselves? I doubt we’re important enough for the Prime, but I could see muggle and wizard relations improving if that were the case. So, one of the Weasleys?”

Oh god, politicians in schools. Kennedy hadn't considered that sort of possibility and it genuinely irked him. Outwardly, he frowned at the thing with but half his mouth, though of course he wasn't altogether concerned with that. No, Kennedy was instead thinking of how absolutely bad of an idea it was. School administrators normally sat between a teacher and an administrator, the best of them knowing more about the needs of the teachers and students than the desires of the government, and those generally came from just being former teachers themselves. Politicians were removed from that sort of world, instead concerned with their votes and their polin. A Ministry man would be concerned with how the Ministry felt, not with how the teachers and students felt. Even though there were good ones among that group, Kennedy didn't altogether trust the Ministry to pick a good one. It’d all be shit.

“I think what’s most interesting is that there hasn’t been any reliable news or leaks about it at all, to be honest. One of the Unspeakables then, perhaps? But then how would we ever know? Puzzling, puzzling.”

Well, there was a point. No news or leaks at all…well, it might mean that the thing was thus undecided and that an interim Headmaster would lead. It might mean that the Ministry themselves didn’t know, were using some sort of independent process to choose. Surely that wouldn’t be like the Ministry, they did love their control, but then again, looking about…none of the teachers, generally, were Ministry picks either. Things had generally changed, Hogwarts would be generally changed, and the Headmaster might be another radical in the pot or their anchor to reality. Really, Kennedy thought, it could go either way.

“I wouldn’t want to ponder on possibilities and happenstance, nor would I want to read the minds of any member of the Ministry. I would hope it is a Ravenclaw to become Headmaster, maybe then some mild form of Decorum and stability could be attained, especially in the points department. Less favoritism and more formulae, Professor Cho Chang for instance.”

“Though I wouldn’t mind if certain members of the Gryffindor House were put in Charge. They were after all a Witch of the ages at Hogwarts, best ever from what I’ve heard.”

Well, that deserves something. Kennedy did hate that sort of reasoning, even if he did temper it with the fact that clearly Tygath wasn’t as worldly as he or Antonio was. Nevertheless, the Potion Master’s tone became sharp, clear, instructive. “Houses? Of all the things, are you sure? Houses don't mean much, it's what they valued at ten. Merlin was a Slytherin, and I'm sure he was as loving of knowledge as any Ravenclaw. Bravery can couple with selfishness, or selectivity, just as knowledge and information couple with greed or bigotry. People are people.”

“I heard a rumour that the new headmaster was a former Deatheater. But were forgiven for their crimes by the ministry. Maybe he betrayed the Deatheaters to save his skin and go to Azkaban.”

“God, were that the case we would be Durmstrang,” muttered Kennedy, shaking his head at the prospect. It was even worse than the Ministry man that the other teacher had said. Not only would the man be cruel enough to exist as a Deatheater, but pliable enough to become a turncoat. Of course, turning coat at those people was incredibly brave after a fashion, but it’d still involved one becoming a Deatheater in the first place. A butcher did not suddenly wipe the stain from their soul by turning themselves in, after all.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Boston & Jane Dyer
12 March 14
Shattered Steel Headquarters

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"The AWACS will be remaining overhead for directing and aiding our operations and those of any other friendlies in the area. It won't be going forward to carry out the recon mission. But yes; I did have an eye on your two aircraft for that particular part of the operation. Obviously, we'll adjust accordingly once we're on station. But it seems like the most obvious choice, given both airplanes' particular features. We do have options though, given the aircraft we have at our disposal in the squadron.”

Boston nodded with some semblance of understanding. Yeah, they’d be the loitering one, probably with most hardpoints dedicated to drop tanks, sensors, and a handful of AIMs, and considering how big of a radar signature there’d be he expected they’d be the bait, too. The other aircraft could be a silent shooter, sure, and that gave him some comfort, but if they were using that plane for observation too…yeah, they wouldn’t be silent. He swallowed, continuing to listen to the Lt Col. The other bits and pieces were interesting, and good to know - especially the point about the weather - but was generally things to be expected. Boston was somewhat surprised by the fact that the transports would be taking off first, all things considered. If they got hit, there’d be a bad time and a half.

Jane sighed, long and deep. Yeah, the weather would be hell on their flight paths and even potentially on their radar picture. She knew they’d be taking pods, both for sensors and a jammer, but radar ducting would be a pain. Likewise, the woman was less excited about the prospects for flying patrol paths. Freight Train was fast and heavy, the turns would be annoying, and any patrol path could eventually be predicted by an enemy. Given enough time, the raiders could put together a good enough picture to fire on them even beyond their normal radar ranges, and with the potential hazards of the weather that could be more of a problem than normal. She leaned over a little, talking low.

“We’ll need an 184 and some buddies, y’know.”

He turned his head slightly, cocking his head back. An ECM pod and Little Buddies, ALE-50 towed decoys, that’s what she meant. “Probably, yeah. And some other stuff. We’ll see what they make us take and plan from there, though. Not the normal type of strike mission, I think.”

“Well, yeah. It’s Malta. Med’s always not been normal.”

“I hate it too, hun.”

"That goes for the rest of you, too. Be on the flight line at thirteen-hundred. Grab some chow, pack your gear, and I'll see you there. Dismissed!"

He stayed leaned over, seated while the others left. “I’ll order delivery on the way there, you want Mickey D's or Panda?”

“Panda. Definitely Panda.”

“I’ll pay.”

“Yeah, yeah. What’s today? They have what…tenders and fries for lunch at the mess?”

“Hamsters. It’s hamster day.”

“They have em burnt again, I’ll fight that cook for his job.”

“Then I’ll have an idiot in my plane. I know you’d win.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Warhammer 40K: His Angels of Death

WARHAMMER 40,000
HIS ANGELS OF DEATH

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> INITIATE ASTROPATHIC RELAY
> INITIATE PSALM OF DELIVERANCE

> BY HIS HOLY WORK WE SHALL SPEAK HIS TRUTHS
> BY HIS BLESSED HAND WE SHALL GIVE WHAT IS REQUIRED

> ASTROPATHIC RELAY ONLINE
> SIGNAL STRENGTH: STRONG
> SILENCE PSALM OF DELIVERANCE
> RECEIVING SYSTEM REPORT
> SYSTEM REPORT RECEIVED
> ORBITAL STATION TERGATUS I REPORTS FOLLOWING STATUS…

> ONE SUPERMASSIVE BIOMASS IN ORBIT OF TERGATUS MAGNA
> -ERROR- BIOMASS ENTITIES IN VICINITY OF SUPERMASSIVE BIOMASS
> -ERROR- BIOMASS ENTITIES ENGAGING ASTRA MILITARUM DEFENSES
> ORBITAL DEFENSE STATIONS THREE, FIVE, SEVEN, EIGHT OFFLINE
> ORBITAL DEFENSE STATIONS ONE, TWO DEGRADED
> BATTLEFLEET TRECENTIS REPORTS FOLLOWING STATUS…

> TWO BATTLESHIP GRADE DESTROYED
> SEVEN CRUISER GRADE DESTROYED
> THIRTY ESCORT GRADE DESTROYED
> FIFTY PERCENT OF ALL WARSHIPS REMAINING DEGRADED

> BATTLEFLEET TRECENTIS REMAINS IN CONTACT WITH XENOS FORCES

> ORBITAL STATION RAMOS REPORTS FOLLOWING STATUS…

> RUITEGIER ASSETS REMAIN UN ENGAGED
> RUITEGIER DEFENSE FORCES DECLARED PRIORITY EXTREMIS
> NO DETACHMENT FOR TERGATUS MAGNA DEFENSE AUTHORIZED

> CONFIRM ALL TRANSMISSIONS ACCURACY
> ACCURACY CONFIRMED. THE OMNISSIAH PROVIDES
> ASTRA MILITARUM ASSETS INBOUND. ASTARTES ASSETS INBOUND
> MISSION DECLARATION…

> DESTROY OR DISABLE SUPERMASSIVE BIOMASS SIGNATURE
> DESTROY ALL XENOS INFECTIONS PRESENT IN SYSTEM

> ADDITIONAL INFORMATION…

> TERGATUS MAGNA RESEARCH FACILITIES CANNOT FALL
> RUITEGIER RESEARCH FACILITIES CANNOT FALL
> IF THREATENED, NO DESTRUCTION AUTHORIZED
> IF THREATENED, EVACUATION OF RESEARCH MATERIAL AUTHORIZED
> BE ADVISED: LONG RANGE ASTROPATHIC TRANSMISSION IMPOSSIBLE AT THIS TIME

> THE OMNISSIAH PROTECTS. THE OMNISSIAH PROVIDES
> TRANSMISSION END

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Gulf Marchers III Company
Strike Cruiser Rulior Braeces Tagates
Karia System Mandeville Point

Gellar fields rending and screaming, the hull groaning, the armored shutters of the bridge vibrating, the Fleetmaster felt all become still once more. It was like passing through a veil, a cold and clammy shower, to become real again after so long in the dreaming sea of warp-space. The helmsman gave a barking report, hoarse Low Gothic mixed with the high, staccato tones of astrological Techna-Linguis, as the armored shutters drew away to reveal the Karia system.

Warp Jump successful, he had said. The Fleetmaster, stood as he was at the command station, was neither pleased nor displeased. The warp jump was a fact of reality, of life, of his station and of his command. It had to be done often and with care, lest the whole of the action be made impossible and the duty of the Chapter made to heretical sluggishness. His face was impassive behind his Heresy-era helm, his armored gauntlet lax against the railing. It simply was. Fleetmaster Amocis had performed the act hundreds of times previous, and would do so hundreds of times again if the Emperor willed it. Reports flowed over his displays from the ship and from the fleet, personnel and equipment and ship statuses, and at that the Fleetmaster did allow himself a portion of satisfaction. They had not lost much.

Before him, though, the distance of the Karia system stretched far. Above that fifth world of the system, above that hive world of Tergatus Magna, he could visually see the threat that they had hunted before. It measured but sixty kilometers in length, curved slightly with long spines and sensory devices Amocis had heard referred to as similar to that of crustaceans. Hard chitin covered much, while vents protruded here and there. They boiled out black-fly swarms, masses that wept acidic concoctions freely in their wake, all while the Fleetmaster could see the Battlefleet Trecentis at a distance, attempting to fire into the creature.

He did not know what it was. All he knew was that it had killed a world before and required its own death.

“Launch sensor probes. Maintain course and speed.”

Warhammer 40K: His Angels of Death

--The Sons of the Harvest--

@Ruiner

Accepted. Let the foes of the Imperium know their scythes.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Poland’s the real King. We got english use for magister degrees for those nervous of just proving their english-doesnt-mean-brittish. You think your paganic empire is English? Bachelor discretion, right?

@Srpv

What are you babbling on about?

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Doofus.

@Srpv

Indeed.

Now get this; if I said that pretense about you then the pretense about Letter Be is just more sporadic.

@Srpv

To what pretense are you referring to?

That symbol psyched you up or down ITSELF. Now whose English are you wanting?

@Srpv

The King's English, preferably. Colonial is, I suppose, vaguely acceptable.

Are you OK? Do you need to take a break from the internet? Maybe go for a walk. Contemplate life. Come back wanting to write and not be a nuisance.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

I like to type like other people need to think english as bigots, what of it? You tellin me you’re oriental? Face the facts there portugal nobility theres just two ways to rp with use of english: Hunter or amnesiac. There is no elite.

@Srpv

That's a fucking wild jump and a half.

@Thayr ah your not Letter Be. Then for you its said pretensely: I can read it back to me because I thought it.

@Srpv

Congratulations on your perceptive capabilities - after the fact of course.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

I thought only I would know. Look Letter Bee leave Chronic be mang. Chronic is cheef of ooc with or without a shirt because of my Turok mohawk.

@Srpv

Is this supposed to be English.

Hogwarts: The New Professors

Prof Kennedy, Miles

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Location: Great Hall, Hogwarts
Mentions: @MrSkimobile @World Traveler @Varshanka @Eviledd1984 @Herald

Kennedy chuckled a bit more at the dog's name, shaking his head a little at the antics and questions and all that. Sure, her dog was absolutely massive, but…he almost felt like Lickspittle would always have that even chance. Cats were funny like that. He took a few more bites of chicken, thinking it over for a moment. Eyes scanned over the spread that was before him, even as the offhand remarks by Antonio dallied through the air.

Bar hopping and drinking, this that and the other. Kennedy swallowed at the thought and the issue; sure, enjoy the things in life, but he knew that if students picked up on the little habits here and there there would be no end to the jokes and issues and foolishness among them. Drinking while tellings students to not drink wasn’t a great idea, as a general rule, and the same went with smoking. ”At least disperse the damn smell, Antonio,” he replied, shaking his head at the man’s strange time. Sure, Miles had stuck around with folks for a long, long time, but he knew enough to keep that sort of crowd separate from the somewhat fragile, somewhat volatile group of wizarding students. He was almost sure the two groups wouldn't mix well.

Kaiden's own alcoholic profferings were lost though amid the squealing and excitement of Ms Tygath. An owl swooped it, which frankly he was almost concerned would be taken down by the great big dog among them, dropped off a box for the woma. A dragon's scale, clean enough for all accounts, and for the woman a grand addition to her collection as she acted more student than teacher. The words washed over Kennedy as he looked on, continuing to eat his chicken. In some ways, dragons were quite fascinating, but they weren't the entirety of the world for the man nor were they altogether appetizing for him to put his efforts to helping. Dragons were by and large mean-spirited creatures with more than enough adoring fans to try and keep them going. Of course, then Kaiden recognized the book and the woman…Kennedy had no idea she'd published, but smiled on just a little nonetheless. It was interesting watching them all go about it.

As another teacher joined them, who seemed content to sit on the sidelines and observe, Liam made a curious question. Kennedy chewed it over a little before answering, all while producing a tupperware container from his pocket for some bits and pieces of food.

”An Auror running Hogwarts would be as bad as Durmstrang. I'd say she was speaking true, you don't make cops into school principals. That said, I really have no idea. The theme between us all of new blood makes it a little hard to guess.”

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Boston & Jane Dyer
12 March 14
Shattered Steel Headquarters

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They watched with mild amusement as one pilot decided to light a cigar after throwing up, seeming to have speed-eaten half a dozen donuts, before that same pilot was lit the hell up from front to back by the CO. It turned a smile to Boston’s face at it, at the whole of it, just because of how absurd the whole thing had become and how absolutely stupid the pilot seemed to be for doing it. If anything, he expected the man to have been hungover or still drunk to do such things, and that somehow seemed better than if he’d done it sober even if being drunk at a briefing was so very, very dumb on its own. Jane just let out a long, long sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose with closed eyes. Yeah, positive thoughts. Positive thoughts.

Then Valentine got through the briefing, Jane producing from her pocket a notepad and pencil like magic. She jotted things down as they came, notes here and there, key points of the briefing itself along with a personal note to check the goddamn tablet. They never checked the tablet, it seemed like, between the fact that the battery always seemed to die too quickly and the charger never seemed to properly work, but jesus they really did need to check that stupid tablet. Leaning back, she turned to Boston briefly, nudging him with her elbow while tapping on the note. He nodded sagely. Yup, they needed to check that thing.

Maltese convoys being caught by unknown parties, destroyed here and there…Boston narrowed his eyes at it. Why they were doing that…that was the big question. It wasn’t to steal it, blowing things up with missiles and cannons generally destroyed it, so clearly it was to apply pressure on Malta to either abandon itself - impossible, really -, to seek help from elsewhere, or to simply starve away and die. That’d cut down the potential culprits pretty well, and Boston could dismiss the Lt Col’s idea that the Libyans or Tunisians would be able to take advantage of that issue. Sure, they were maybe staging out from there, but certainly that’d be mercenaries working for some other group. Who could fund the whole issue while being able to actually take advantage of it realistically…there were a few groups, but really only a few. The plan itself was pretty solid, though.

Then one of the younger pilots piped-up, and Boston’s mouth went wry at the idea. A certain nation east of Ukraine, jesus just say Russia. He scratched at his neck idly, swallowing before speaking-up in response to the guy seated further on up, looking directly at him.

“Thirteen hundred today, clearly not good enough to halt the raids, good enough to keep whoever is pulling this nonsense from actually attacking Malta itself, god knows but it’s an International Airport, and an AWACS from Italy.”

Turning his head back to the Lt Col, Boston continued, “Am I to understand Freight Train and Stingray will be performing your reconnaissance operations along with the AWACS, sir?”