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@LuckyBlackCat D: I'm sorry to hear that! That's totally fine, health comes first. Just post when you're feeling better!
@LuckyBlackCat Yep! Leisy needs a fairy-type xD
Mistletoe listened to Kenza's description with some amount of revulsion; the crack didn't sound safe, being surrounded on four sides by spiderwebs, and she didn't much like the idea of having to brush past spiderwebs to get out. With any luck, she'd get stuck and end up the next meal for the eight-legged insects. Perhaps that was their fascination with the large carcass?
"I don't like it," Mistletoe admitted, looking between the two other hunters. "It doesn't sound safe, and then there's the matter of the 'tame' gargoyle. What are the chances that it will keep still as the humans it's watching escape?"
"The carcass is quite close to the crack I saw, but spiders aren't exactly known for their sight either," Kenza said in response to Derrick. "Haven't you ever tried teasing spiders? They rely on the vibrations passed along the webbing, and the crack was out of the way of the main webs."
At Mistletoe's comment, Kenza paused, eyes flicking to the seemingly-inanimate statue in the middle of the room. "So you think that thing's sitting there, watching us because it finds us amusing?" she asked quietly. The hunter rolled the possibility around in her head, silent. Was that why the Wolfwing kidnapped them?
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"I don't like it," Mistletoe admitted, looking between the two other hunters. "It doesn't sound safe, and then there's the matter of the 'tame' gargoyle. What are the chances that it will keep still as the humans it's watching escape?"
"The carcass is quite close to the crack I saw, but spiders aren't exactly known for their sight either," Kenza said in response to Derrick. "Haven't you ever tried teasing spiders? They rely on the vibrations passed along the webbing, and the crack was out of the way of the main webs."
At Mistletoe's comment, Kenza paused, eyes flicking to the seemingly-inanimate statue in the middle of the room. "So you think that thing's sitting there, watching us because it finds us amusing?" she asked quietly. The hunter rolled the possibility around in her head, silent. Was that why the Wolfwing kidnapped them?
@hekazu@lord of evil
@hekazu How big is the crack in the webs? Like are we talking human-sized, basketball-sized, or?
Leisy Takigawa
— Feyhollow —“Florence, are you alright?” Leisy asked, crouching down to the girl’s level. “Don’t push yourself. Getting injured would be the worst thing you could do right now.”
Covered in sweat and panting yet still fierce with determination, Florence looked desperate and despaired but clinging onto her determination to find her Pokemon. Leisy admired the girl’s determination, hoping that she could be just as strong in her own times of despair. A loud peal from Bidein prompted Leisy to look up, and she spotted a familiar dark shape jetting over.
“Devinco!” she called, relief flooding her voice.
As the Pokemon neared, however, Leisy took in the rock-type’s unscathed shell with a mixture of happiness and sadness; her Pokemon had managed to escape unharmed despite pursuing the Poke-knappers, but he’d also failed to bring back Florence’s Chikorita. It wasn’t her Pupitar’s fault — Leisy knew that — but she also knew that it was now her job to convince everyone that the group needed rest. They’d pushed too far, and any more strenuous activity would probably result in one of them collapsing.
“We need rest,” Leisy said, looking over at Ella. Her own knees trembled, and her head was woozy with prolonged reliance on adrenaline rush-induced energy. “Florence, we’re in no shape to start any Pokemon battles at this point, much less win them, and Devinco couldn’t bring down the escaped trainer.” The black-haired girl paused, watching her fallen friend carefull to see how she was taking the information. “We… We should get some rest and stock up for the coming battle. I—I hate to say this, but Vernie wouldn’t want you chasing after her in your state. She’d want you safe, rested, and able after you win her back, not broken and half-dead.”
@luckyblackcat
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Delmare Montague
7:22 PM, September 1st | Hogwarts, Great Hall
Delmare looked over the plentiful plates with a peculiar blankness of someone used to pampered dinner settings. Sure the lamb chops and pot pies looked nice, but they were certainly a step down from the cured Eastern Norwegian hams and enchanted mushrooms she often had at home.
“You not eating or something?” the girl next to her asked, a noodle dangling from her mouth as she spoke, wiggling with every movement. Delmare suppressed a shudder, fixing a smile on her face.
“No, just in the middle of deciding what to try first,” she said, demonstrating a cursory glance of all the plates in her immediate vicinity. “There’s just… So many choices.”
The noodle-dangler didn’t seem convinced, but she continued stuffing her face nonetheless, the very special noodle going up and vanishing into her mouth at last. Silently sighing in relief, Delmare figured that she might as well eat something and not starve. I’m sure it can't be that bad, she thought, frowning as she spooned a slab of shepard’s pie into her plate. I mean they aren’t allowed to poison students right?
After poking around the gravy soup of carrots, shredded pork, and peas for a moment, Delmare finally brought a hesitant spoonful to her mouth, finding that it tasted… Not bad, she realized with some surprise. Not bad at all.
“You act like you’ve never eaten outside of home before,” the girl from before commented, hitting a little too close to home for Delmare’s liking. She covered this up by pasting on the same polite smile from earlier, to which the girl snorted lightly and continued eating, apparently finding the sheltered brunette a little too so for her liking.
Well, good riddance too, Delmare thought with a restrained huff, spooning more gravy goodness into her mouth. She was ruining the mood.
Looking around, Delmare found that everyone in the hall was busy eating now, so she reached over and scooped some more food into her plate. As she ate, she looked over at her new housemates again, this time paying more attention to the individuals. The first years around her were quickly breaking up into what looked like pre-formed cliques, either fringe-based or blood-based. Since different years sat at different tables, contact between the tables was few and far between, although some second years did call a few praises and tips in the first years’ direction.
“Aiken Yamada is the cute one over there,” one of Delmare female housemates was saying, a few other young witches — assumably purebloods, based off the snobbish finery of their robes and adornments — listening intently to the speaker. “Quidditch-wise, he’s our house’s best bet.”
Delmare followed the girls’ line of sight to a black-haired boy who was laughing with his friends, hands waving animatedly as he told his story. His audience listened, rapt, as the boy finished what seemed like a tale involving a broomstick and a fall.
The girls beside Delmare shrieked excitedly, barely muting themselves enough to avoid drawing too much attention. They failed partially, though — Aiken’s group looked over curiously, and Delmare made eye contact with the boy in question. He flashed Delmare a smile — small and sweet, tinged with amusement — and Delmare felt her heart flutter.
Quickly looking down at her plate, Delmare waited, absorbing the feeling of — what was it? It was inexplicable, light but a bit heavy as well. Was this what they were so excited about? Delmare wondered, looking over at the girls beside her again and finding that they had dissolved into giggles.
“Don’t tell me you’re joining that group,” the snide girl from before said, interrupting Delmare’s thoughts. “Or… is it that you like ‘Aiken’ too?”
Delmare looked over, eyes wide in alarm. The girl beside her grinned, brown eyes flashing.
“You do, don’t you?” she asked, her grin growing wider. Delmare quickly waved her hands in front of the other girl’s face, trying to silence her.
“Shh!” Delmare said imploringly. Her tablemate merely grinned victoriously.
“But you do, don’t you?”
“No I don’t,” Delmare denied, shaking her head vigorously. “I don’t even know him.”
“But you want to,” her table mate said, wiggling her eyebrows, and Delmare tried to hush her again. “Okay, okay, fine. Don’t admit it.”
“I don’t like him, okay?” Delmare said again, almost believing that saying it again would make a difference. The grinning girl shrugged, and Delmare exhaled a sigh before fixing her gaze on the girl again. “I’m Delmare — Delmare Montague. What’s your name?”
“Calista Fontanne,” the girl supplied, grin dimming down to an amused smile. “I’ll keep you in mind if I ever get to talk to ‘Aiken.’”
“No,” Delmare said, shaking her head vigorously. Seeing Calista grin through her further denial, Delmare figured that she’d give up for now — with some last words. “I don’t like him, so please don’t tell anyone.”
“Denial is the only enemy of love,” Calista said. “But fine. You owe me a favor then.”
Delmare nodded grudgingly, hating that she had to “owe” the girl for something so trivial. Still, Calista had promised her cooperation — albeit conditionally — so Delmare relented and cleaned off her plate quickly. Just as she was spooning the last of her pot pie into her mouth, the headmaster’s voice rang out, adjourning dinner.
“First years, report to your house head. All other years are to report to their rooms before curfew. Dismissed.”
“Bye-bye, Delmare,” Calista said, sweeping her robes off her seat and skipping ahead. “It was nice meeting you.”
What a nice person, Delmare thought sarcastically, rising to join the stream of first years as well. Can’t she just accept that I’m telling the truth?
@ToadRopes Totally understand! Honestly, not much has happened. I think @silver fox might be busy irl as well, since there's been no post on their end. So, less for you to catch up on :)
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Maneuvering herself around the web was a simple enough task for Mistletoe, whose livelihood depended on her being silent as she waited for the perfect moment to loose an arrow. The only difficulty was picking out exactly where the spiderwebs ended; in the darkness, the translucent thread was — smaller quantities — almost invisible. Mistletoe nearly stepped into loose webbing multiple times, since she was trying to keep as far as possible from the center of the room. The creature may seem neutral, but that was only at the moment; what did its arrival mean? Did the Wolfwing notice that its prisoners had gone missing?
The webbing arced towards the middle of the room in a thick, opaque wall that threatened to never let go once it'd caught a struggling creature in its grasps. Mistletoe held her breath as she followed the webbing around the bend, but she needn't have; the gargoyle in the middle of the room didn't budge from its spot on the bookshelf, instead remaining as still as the lifeless material it was carved of.
Soon enough, Mistletoe spotted Derrick, and the boy, her, moving over to meet her. "She must still be on the other side of the room," Mistletoe whispered in response to his question. The third hunter was probably too cautious to attempt to move, so something would have to be done to indicate to Kenza that movement was allowed. "Kenza!" Mistletoe called through the room, voice raised well above a whisper now, which served to echo her voice through the skittering of the multitude of small spiders.
A whisper through the shelves alerted Kenza to the presence of her teammates, but not to their exact location. The dusty rows of books served to distort the sound, and Kenza had only a general direction as to where the other hunters were — near the door.
Mistletoe met up with Derrick, she realized. She looked behind her, memorizing the location and details of the gap in the web before moving quickly in the other hunters' direction. The statue, since it hadn't yet budged, was assumably only interested in watching the hunters.
Is it here to make sure we don't escape? Kenza wondered as her fellow hunters came into view. Did the warden send it, or perhaps the Wolfwing?
Upon arriving, Kenza explained what she'd seen of the light through the webs — a possible escape route that laid tantalizingly out of reach now that she'd headed away from it. Leaving alone had crossed her mind — she could burst out, alerting the spiders and rendering the exit unusuable — but there had been no guarantee that she'd make it. "Should we try it?" Kenza asked, eyes flicking to the gargoyle.
@hekazu@lord of evil
The webbing arced towards the middle of the room in a thick, opaque wall that threatened to never let go once it'd caught a struggling creature in its grasps. Mistletoe held her breath as she followed the webbing around the bend, but she needn't have; the gargoyle in the middle of the room didn't budge from its spot on the bookshelf, instead remaining as still as the lifeless material it was carved of.
Soon enough, Mistletoe spotted Derrick, and the boy, her, moving over to meet her. "She must still be on the other side of the room," Mistletoe whispered in response to his question. The third hunter was probably too cautious to attempt to move, so something would have to be done to indicate to Kenza that movement was allowed. "Kenza!" Mistletoe called through the room, voice raised well above a whisper now, which served to echo her voice through the skittering of the multitude of small spiders.
A whisper through the shelves alerted Kenza to the presence of her teammates, but not to their exact location. The dusty rows of books served to distort the sound, and Kenza had only a general direction as to where the other hunters were — near the door.
Mistletoe met up with Derrick, she realized. She looked behind her, memorizing the location and details of the gap in the web before moving quickly in the other hunters' direction. The statue, since it hadn't yet budged, was assumably only interested in watching the hunters.
Is it here to make sure we don't escape? Kenza wondered as her fellow hunters came into view. Did the warden send it, or perhaps the Wolfwing?
Upon arriving, Kenza explained what she'd seen of the light through the webs — a possible escape route that laid tantalizingly out of reach now that she'd headed away from it. Leaving alone had crossed her mind — she could burst out, alerting the spiders and rendering the exit unusuable — but there had been no guarantee that she'd make it. "Should we try it?" Kenza asked, eyes flicking to the gargoyle.
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