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Post by Bastion Davis on Jul 10, 2009 18:31:35 GMT -5
"Ugh, dammit!" a rough voice groaned as the bottom fell out. Rain soon covered every available surface like dust on an old photograph. And the sudden downpour, though the overcast, heavy grey sky warned of its approach, was ticking a certain young werewolf off. Throwing his arms over his head and soaking his arms, Bastion made for the nearest dry area, which happened to be the welcoming Three Broomsticks pub.
He shook himself dry upon entrance in a very dog-like fashion, the rapid movement migrating from his legs to the tips of his hair. A low, disturbed growl vibrated his voice box, making a few elderly wizards look up at him in surprise. The growl and his disheveled, tired appearance made the light go off, and their gapes turned into disdainful sneers. Good for them. Old gits.
The young man made his way to a secluded spot in the back of the pub and dragged a seat out, ignoring the scraping sound. He sat down and hunched over the table, staring at a little trifold advertisement sitting in the center. He hastily waved off the waitress heading his way, whose warm smile turned haughty. But Bastion couldn't help it. He was drowning in his own stench. Living as a part-canine freak-of-nature gave him pretty heightened sesnses, including that of smell. Unfortunately, it gave him a pungent odor when he got wet as well. Hence, the sour mood on a sweet man.
His hand self-consciously flew to the discolored patch hidden under the collar of his denim jacket. His fingers ran across it as he silently cursed the being that caused him to suffer through this state. He groaned and let his head fall to the table top, his forehead smacking against it with a heavy thud. But, luckily, it went ignored.
He sat there, trying not to gag when he heard the pub door open and close. His nose twitched and his head turned, disturbed by the smell...
ooc; dun dun duuuuuuuun~
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Post by incubus on Jul 10, 2009 18:59:08 GMT -5
Autumn walked slowly down the streets, his eyes half dazed, he liked rain, rain was cool. He closed his eyes and looked up into the sky, it looked like he was praying to god or merlin or.. whatever...
He touched the tips of his hair, hating the wet feeling he walked into The Three Broom sticks for a snack ,a drink and to dry off. He walked in running hid fingers through his hair, he was a regular customer here, probably because of the chocolate smoothie suprise (which the suprise was the alcohol). He waved the the chef and sat down in a empty table his back facing an equally soaked man.
He sneezed and cast a drying charm on himself and a warming charm on his clothes. He was nice and cozy and which meant a happy Incuvampire. A waitress he didn't know walked up to him and said "Wait may I get you?" In a shy drawl, Autumn rolled his eyes and said "The Usual, I don't care if you don't know what it is, personally." The happy mood was gone. He wanted Chocolate!
He was out in the rain searching for a certain plant that grows only in the rain to harvest and bring back to Hogwarts. He alas did not find it, He felt drained from all the magic he used today, and sleepy, he really shouldn't use magic so much, but... it wasn't as though he could warm himself up manually, he cursed himself for being turned a vampire, He laid a hand gently on the unbeating heart, and sighed. He was a Incubus with no heart.. and was a total romantic, life tutored him, no?
He didn't have the smell of a werewolf and did not sense the wolf or smell him, he turned and said "Horribly wet out there, isn't it?" In conversation taking out his scarf and laying it on the table. He pulled his hair out of the small ponytail he used for work letting it fan out just about his chest bone and covering his neck.
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Post by windy on Jul 10, 2009 19:43:35 GMT -5
Ugh. It was raining, and Alexander was soaked from head to toe, and she was angry. Obviously. As much as she wanted to scream, she didn't. She dug through her bag to find a few chocolate bonbons, and she popped in her mouth. Quickly, she stuffed them back into her back, wary incase someone'd tackle her for it. Oh whatever. She had her wand in her sleeve, so that helped. She walked torwards the nearest awning, and sat on a barrel, that was half wet, since it was partially unprotected from the rain. Atleast it helped. Mascara trailed down her cheeks, in a black stream, she had found that out when she rubbed her eye, and saw a black smudge on the side of her hand. She didn't wipe it off; she was too lazy. Through the corner of her eye, she caught sight of someone who looked very much like a proffesor. It was. Alex didn't care.[ No muse. D:}
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Post by Bastion Davis on Jul 11, 2009 14:15:54 GMT -5
He jumped, sending the trifold flying into the air and landing neatly on the floor. Still he was ignored by the other pub patrons. Of course. They would see it as a potential bar-side brawl. Nothing unusual, just really uncalled for. But it wasn't a brawl that sent Bastion jumping. Not yet, anyway. A vampire touched him! It was his encounter with Evangeline all over again. Memories of war and bloodshed thundered back into his mind with the speed and fury of charging horses.
But losing his head was the last thing he needed to do in front of people. He took a mental and physical breath, slowing his rapidly racing thoughts. It seemed to works. His mind slowed to a crawl, and he was finally able to think straight. His shoulders slumped casually as he replied "Mhm" before bending to pick the trifold up, running a shaking hand through his hair as he did so. He must look like a loon. Last time he'd go to Hogsmeade without company. Last time he'd go anywhere without company. Honestly, a vampire out in public. Things had most certainly changed for the worst since Potter died. And if you don't keep your wits about you and keep spazzing out, you'll be next, griped that little voice in the back of his head that called itself a conscious.
His hand gripped the pathetic paper of the advertisement like it was an iron rod being surged by lightning. The paper ripped and crinkled under his grasp, but he took no notice, just focused on keeping his breathing even and steady, on sitting backup and letting go of the trifold without his hand shaking like he had palsy. Much harder than one would think.
After accomplishing his task, he finally waved a waitress over and ordered a firewhiskey. The wild, desperate look on his face sent her away in a hurry. But alcohol was the only thing that could settle Bastion's hamster wheel of a mind. And a lot of it. She came hurrying back, slamming his drink on the table before making another hasty retreat. He grabbed his drink and took a quick swig. It did the trick. He senses were numbed, almost to the point that the vampire's scent was lost. And it was all he needed. His sanity had finally returned.
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Post by incubus on Jul 11, 2009 14:41:21 GMT -5
Autumn sighed as the door opened and one of his students came in, just what he needed. He heard a clatter and noises of distress and quickened breath "Are you alright?" He muttered to the werewolf reaching out to lay a pale hand on his fore head "you do feel hot." He said nibbling his lip. He heard the others' breathing calm and he reached down to pick something up. It was a piece of paper of sorts not that he cared to look any closer as he ripped it up an crumpled it. "Serious, are you ok, I could help you to your home if you like?" The other thought, he seemed to be showing a lot of kindness but he was always a wimp for people who seem sick.
The Waitress, a new one it seemed, some one he sort of knew, cassy or victoria or something... "Hello Red.' She said placing a large class of the Chocolate smoothie in front of him and said "Tom also made ya' this" She said placing a small bowl of chocolate and some pastries. Autumn grinned charmingly and said "thanks dear, tell tom I'll repay him." He winked causing her to blush and shooed her off. 'women so easy to control.. an so stupid.' he thought and shook his head sighing.
He drank some of his smoothie, since it takes a LOT of alchol to get a vampire drunk he didn't even feel dizzy. ripped a piece of the pastry off and dipped it in the chocolate giving off a small noise of please at the taste. He cooed and turned to the other man and said "I'm Autumn Shard, Professor of Hogwarts, what's yours?" A small human looking grin, his fangs not even noticeable from his other teeth.
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Post by windy on Jul 11, 2009 15:23:39 GMT -5
Alexander sat down, at an empty table. One of the blonde waitresses had come up to her, and asked what she could get her"Nothing." Alex had said, resting her chin on her palm. Her elbow was on the table, she didn't care if it was rude or not. She listened to Professor Shard talk to another man, she didn't care anyway. She was in a bad mood. So bad she wanted to slap anyone who talked to her real hard. But she was civilized enough not to do it. As long as they didn't annoy her. What also made her angry was the fact that she honestly hated the smell of alchohol. And, it irritated her to the point that it put her in a bad mood. And just because of that, she wanted no part of anything. No interaction. Partially no interaction because she just didn't feel like talking. Because most of the time, the peope she talked to weren't worth talking to at all. Mostly because they were annoying, and she didn't give a rat's behind about them. That was unimportant though. She let out a sigh. It was a little difficult to think, since there were too many people talking at one time. It made her mind try to go with the flow, but she didn't want to think about the crap they were talking about. Maybe if it was something very interesting, she'd want to listen to it. Alex thought about something funny that had happened very recently, but soon, she had came to the decision that it was boring. Alex had popped another piece of chocolate into her mouth, and swallowed it. It was delicious. She blinked her blue eyes. |
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Post by Bastion Davis on Jul 11, 2009 16:07:19 GMT -5
"Fine," he said, taking another swallow. Though his words were calm, they were also an octave or two higher than they should've been. But the man didn't know that. His head seared at the other man's icy touch but the alcohol had kicked his sense of smell. And it had also numbed his memory. To him, the freezing skin touching him was just that of an ordinary man. He waved his hand as the man asked again. "M fine." Yeah, take him home. Lead him straight to the Order. Not gonna happen.
He stared at the waitress as she and the blonde man exchanged words, and she walked away. As she did, he turned and downed the rest of his firewhiskey in a heavy gulp. His hand ran across the length of his mouth, wiping the excess moisture away. He mug dropped back onto the polished table surface, droplets of foam flying, made a small circle on its rim, and was still. Yet another waitress, a pretty redhead with grey eyes, appeared to refill it. Bastion nodded thanks, and she was gone.
He looked up at Autumn from his hunched position. "Bastion. Bastion Davis. Freelance." he replied. The man was rather lax but he wasn't stupid enough to tell some stranger what he really did for a living, taking out Death Eaters, turning into a freak with fur on the full moon, busting up vampires. That was the kind of thing that got you killed in this current time setting. His eyes raked the inside of the pub and landed on a pretty girl, about student age. She smelled like chocolate but had a sour look about her. Best to steer clear.
His eyes returned to a closer range, flitting over the teacher next to him and resting on the trifold, mangled and very unofficial-looking after his recent spazz attack. He flicked his wand at it, murmered, "Reparo,", and the trifold straightened again, good as new. He gave a sort of sad smile. It seemed that nowadays, the only curses he'd cast were those that killed. To use such a simple charm was elementary. But amusing all the same
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Post by incubus on Jul 11, 2009 18:38:10 GMT -5
Autumn was about to ask you sure but decided only to nod, he yawned and cracked his jaw, he rarely had any sleep of late. He gave a cooing noise as he yawn breathing in deeply and turned to the other man, his blood smelled rather sour and it wa sonly his emotionless mask thaqt kept his from scrunching his nose. He smelt like alchol and chocolate, which was nice sorta... He scratched his neck and said "Bastion, simple name." Eating more of his own chocolate he said "Freelance aye? must be nice, those little buggers I have to teach annoy me more than half the time I wanna feed 'em to the devil snares." He mumbled.
"Did you go to Hogwarts?" He asked his brain telling him something was wrong about this man, for what he did not know besides that he had bad blood. To much thoughts of blood, stop it! he ordered himself to think of herbology, potions, and chocolate, not this man 'special' smell.
"What'cha doing out in the rain this 'lovely' afternoon." he drawled sarcastically, thinking, ah, not a victom though maybe a nice lover, he's warm which is always a nice change and he's tan. The Incubus licked his lips at the thought, though it looked like he was savoring his meal.
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Post by Bastion Davis on Jul 13, 2009 17:43:38 GMT -5
"Naturally. Dropped out after my fourth year. Got in to much trouble." It was half the truth. Getting in what trouble was what got him sent to that retched forest in the first place. And ultimately made him leave the school. Yet he still got the education he desperately need. His mom had seen to that before she tried to blow him up. The rest of the semi-truth, the lie, came easily as they always did. In this time, lying was surviving. And surviving meant another day full of lies.
He took another huge gulp of firewhiskey, tilting his head back and letting the searing warmth finish agitating his throat before responding. "Well, I was going to stop by Scrivenshaft's for a few things, maybe the apothecary to update my potion kit, then stop by Honeydukes. Then it started raining." His long-winded reply ended o a sour note, perturbed by the his thwarted plans. "And what about you, Autumn? What's a Herbology professor doing out in the middle of such a wonderful downpour?" he asked, resting the back of his head on his hand, his elbow propped up on his table. Making casual conversation was something he hadn't done in quite awhile, and surely his skills were rusty. But living with the same people, only leaving that abandoned hospital when it deemed important didn't promote social activity.
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Post by incubus on Jul 13, 2009 18:30:12 GMT -5
"trouble? must be somethin' bad to get you to be kicked out..." Autumn pondered turning all the way around stradling the back of the chair, palm on his chin. "would you like some chocolate?" he asked pointing a thumb at his bowl of chocolate. He looked at the girl, Alex something or another, Slytherin, Autumn felt only a bit of kindness for her sending a drying charm her way. The girl didn't care for Herbology he knew from her work. He turned his attention to other man, He could sense the thought sof the other getting depressed and said "Galleon for your thoughts?" The corner of his mouth lifting to a small smile.
"Well I, my dear freelance, was searching for a flower, though no luck by what I am doing here. I needed the plant for a class though I guess I'm not usuing it, classes are so much harder to prepare than be in." He sighed running a hand through his hair "If you ever wanna be a teacher,don't." He advised not knowing that the other couldn't even if he wasnted two. "Voldemort as of late has been laying down the laws like never before, it's giving me a headache..." He growled lowley, He wasn't a particular fan of the dark lord, though he followed him undervorders of his sire, who he still did not know the name of.
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Post by windy on Jul 14, 2009 9:47:16 GMT -5
Alex was... dry? She had pulled her robe'shood over her hair, as if she was going to leave. She wasn't going to leave, but she just didn't want to be noticed. It was irritating. But then, Alexander planned to leave later, so she could go out to the quidditch pitch and practice. She was good anyway, but there was room for improvement. Not only that, but she had a Firebolt. It was maybe the fastest broom there could ever be. Alexander listened to Autumn and the other man's conversation, but she appeared to be focusing on something else. the only few words she could hear through the noise, was "...it's giving me a headache." The girl knew he said something before, but what? It was probably something important, but she knew she shouldn't eavesdrop. It was probably about Snape. Ali didn't think there was anything wrong with Snape. Unless he poked his large nose into other's businesses. She understood. She was bored. Alex wanted to leave, but she was trying to weed out some important information. Maybe for when she had to stand up for herself, or someone. It didn't matter. She also had to go to class, so that would be a hindrace. Oh well.
[[Yeah, I have like.. not alot of muse.]
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Post by Bastion Davis on Jul 14, 2009 16:20:20 GMT -5
The werewolf stared out the grimy windows of the pub with as glazed over look on his molten brown eyes. Like crystallized Pepsi. They took on their liquid look once more as he was startled out of his daydream by the man he was supposed to be carrying on a conversation with. Yeah, social skills were definitely screwed up. He shook his head in response to the teacher's gesture. Chocolate was the last thing he needed on top of firewhiskey. "Maybe later," he said in a quieter voice, striving not to seem like a git. His ADD kicked in, causing his thoughts to lapse. It ended yet again with him jumping as the blonde man spoke again. And Bastion couldn't suppress a laugh. If he actually had a Galleon for every time he heard that, he wouldn't be sitting in a cheap pub wearing a tattered robe and clothing.
He opened his mouth to suggest a floral location before his words morphed into a laugh at Autumn's warning. He'd never aspired to be a teacher. Possibly a Quidditch captain, but even those little fantasies never made it out of his mind. His laugh and cheery mood were swept away by one word. "Voldemort." His blood froze over. Even with two rounds of firewhiskey, the name alone overwhelmed his mind with fear. But he controlled that fear, that nagging, gripping terror, long enough to listen to the man finish speaking. The small growl at the end made him wonder. Maybe all of the Dark' Lord's followers were getting fed up with him. That could lead to and all-out rebellion of the wizarding world.
But he decided to play dumb. The more convincing his little façade, the more information he could get without risking his life. Besides, he thought, ordering another firewhiskey, no one's gonna take an alcoholic seriously. He raised his third mug in a toast, guzzled it down, and asked in a casual tone, "What kind of laws would those be?"
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Post by incubus on Jul 14, 2009 16:56:31 GMT -5
(I have noticed, and I cannot help since you gave me nothing to go off)
Autumn rubbed his forehead as though fending off a headache, he must be the only professor agitated at the dark lord, even if only for a moment, it's hard to be a herbology professor AND teach dark arts, plants aren't normally dark.. i mean.. their plants...
He used his nails to get dirt out of the other ones phasing into his own world just like his company. "Are you laughing at me dear sir?" He said with a small smile though it was wasn't much over the raised eyebrow. He noticed the other male was quite the beaut despite the shaggy clothes.
He noticed the werewolf pale and said "Are you quite alright, you look a little shaken?" He whispered confused at the other male's sickening look. The Vampire could smell fear, one of the sadder things of being a vampire,and he said "What's wrong?" Stronger and persistent this time. He had taken a liking to this strange man he just met, though at least he knew the other's name. 'If only I was my father's son instead of my mothers..' he thought to himself mentally shaking his head, he fell so easily into liking or even loving some, he hated it so.
"You really shouldn't drink so much, it would leave you in a stupor, I'd have to bring you back to my home, or find yours, and watch over to then administer a hang-over potion so you don't kill yourself to get rid of a god awful headache!" He said pleasantly with a small smirk, crossing his hands over the back of his chair his hand laying on his own interlocked hands. He had recently 'consumed' for both of his heritage so he felt no hunger towards the other, though he was so his type he did not need it and wouldn't ask of it.
"Bite more students, though I wouldn't an would NEVER do such a horrid thing, since it happened to me I should let you know." He said shaking his head with a frown "And bring dark arts into anything, which is hard with Herbology since most is for healing or medical potions, so I have to cross breed a plant which is hard in ITSELF." he sighed rubbing his eyes gently at the thought.
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Post by windy on Jul 14, 2009 17:22:37 GMT -5
[ooc- I was bored.]
One of the lanterns flickered out in the pub. Alex instinctivly pulled out her wand. "Lumos." the head of the wand lit up, and illuminated her while table, along with her face. She pushed it away, so it was no longer illuminated her face, but just the table. Suddenly the door slammed open, and a man, who maybe no one knew, was in the doorway. It seemed that he was pointing his wand at her. She gasped. Alex had stood up, with her wand in hand, and she walked torwards the man. She punched him in the stomach, and shoved him aside, leaving, and ignoring his cries of pain. Alexander was outraged. He deserved to be punched in the stomach for threatening to attack her. She walked in the direction of Hogwarts, so she could report being threatened to attack by someone. It was probably someone searching for a bad guy. Probably not. It didn't matter, she could deal with this on her own. Just to be sure, she whispered Point me. That was probably one of the most usefull spells, that weren't curses, or unforgivable. No matter. She wouldn't use one of those curses. Unless she was cruel, and was planning to spend a life time in Azkaban. Ugh. Why was she even thinking about this? [[alex is out!]]
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Post by Bastion Davis on Jul 14, 2009 19:53:27 GMT -5
"I'm fine," he replied shaking off the blonde's concern. Had his fear been that obvious? He must be getting drunk. He continued shrugging off the man's help, saying "I'm fine" over and over, each time with a sharper edge to his voice. His mind was screaming Stop being so freaking persistent! but his voice was only slightly more aggressive than firm. He knew the professor was just being helpful--it was in most professors' natures--but it was getting under the werewolf's skin, simply because it was nothing short of a novelty. After his mother tried to kill him, it was nearly impossible for anyone to look at him without sneering, let alone show him any kindness.
And now he was starting to sound like a mother, warning Bastion against his compulsive drinking. "I'm good for at least another three rounds. I'm a professional," he replied, chuckling at his own bravado. He pulled out his wand, waved it in an intricate figure eight pattern, then pressed the tip to his temple. As if a gust of aire had swept through his mind, his glazed thoughts became sharp and focused for the most part. He was still a little hazy, but that could easily be accommodated.
He twitched as the professor spoke of biting students. Pfft, what did he care, they were all the brats of dark wizards and witches. But if they were all sired as vampires, that would be one more pain for him to put up with. He listened rather blankly as the professor started talking about how difficult his job was becoming. "I was decent in Herbology," he admitted, "Mind, the professor was Professor Sprout, and she was creepy. I still remember most of her classes, though the most dangerous thing I ever encountered was her potted Devil's Snare. I sorta lost my affinity for it after that." His eyes traveled down to his wrist and lower arm, once covered in black and blue bruises. But that was long gone.
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