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Post by Copper on Jun 17, 2015 1:26:58 GMT
Shakily, he nodded. "I'll keep my hands in my ears. You go on ahead."
Elsewhere....
Jack took the strange boy's hand. It was a new crowd of new faces. And these people couldn't exactly judge him very deeply-- not while they were all dressed up as wizards and had very strange pets. This did a bit to calm his anxiety, enough so that he was able to think sensibly. "We have to get out of here! Let's go!"
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Post by Silaluk on Jun 17, 2015 1:37:48 GMT
"Okay..." Vincent put a hand on Ricardo's arm as they walked, his breathing becoming easier as La Llorona's sobs eventually faded into the distance.
Philip's mouth grew dryer the longer he stood there, his heartbeat speeding up. Suddenly, there was a flash. Or, at least there seemed to be one. The shadowy figures now stood out in high-relief. There was a boy, dressed like the members of the crowd, and... Was that...Jack?
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Post by Copper on Jun 17, 2015 2:29:20 GMT
"So it's not the end of the weird stuff, then," Ricardo sighed as the ghostly cries finally faded to silence. "I wonder what'll attack us next."
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Post by Silaluk on Jun 17, 2015 2:40:19 GMT
Vincent shrugged. "Who knows? I just hope that whatever it is takes it's time coming after us. I'm exhausted." He looked over at Ricardo worriedly. "Hey, by the way, are you hurt at all? I did have to tackle you and hold you down on the ground."
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Post by Copper on Jun 17, 2015 2:50:06 GMT
"I feel fine. Kind of fuzzy, but... fine." Ricardo looked up at the sky, which was tinted in fiery shades of orange and red. "It'll be nightfall. We need to find a place to sleep."
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Post by Silaluk on Jun 17, 2015 3:04:43 GMT
"Yeah... At this point, I don't even care about comfort. Hey, how about there?" Vincent pointed to the base of a moderately-sized oak. Its roots poked above the surface like rolling ocean waves, dark and earthy. He stumbled over to it, practically collapsing into the protected crook where two of the roots met at the winding trunk.
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Jack! Philip stumbled towards him, overcome with relief. On second thought, however, he stopped short of his goal. What if this Jack was just an illusion? Just a part of this nightmare? The silence was deafening. The wooden boards of the stage creaked ever so gently, as if the nymph that had once inhabited the tree was bestowing upon him a whispered curse. The sound was a soft clamor, a mezzo forte, compared to everything else. To reach out and touch Jack's shoulder would be a crash of thunder.
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Post by Rain on Jun 18, 2015 21:15:04 GMT
Thea shook with anger and fear as she peered into the hole her flurry of spells had created, and found that her mother was nowhere.
The witch felt a chill down her spine as the color began to leach from the sky, then the ground. The world was grey and unraveling at the edges. Was this what ordinarily happened to casters with dead familiars? It would certainly explain a lot.
A fast-moving curtain of grey swooped along the edges of her vision. As she whirled around, she found herself surrounded on all sides by endless blank walls.
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Post by Dawnmist on Jun 18, 2015 21:44:28 GMT
Rita was awoken by a loud slapping noise. Her eyes opened immediately. Seconds later, the noise was accompanied by a sharp stinging sensation in the left side of her face. A dark figure hovered over her, formless and faceless except for a pair of dark eyes, which glinted at her. They did not blink. She cried out as a second slap followed, this time on the right of her face.
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Post by Copper on Jun 19, 2015 8:11:25 GMT
"That's fine," Ricardo murmured. "I'll take first watch."
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Jack turned around, catching side of the other Shapley figure that had been with them on the stage. It was definitely Philip, but something seemed to be... Wrong.
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Post by Silaluk on Jun 19, 2015 11:17:14 GMT
"Are you sure?" Vincent asked carefully. "At least come over here so you won't be freezing."
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Philip stopped and stared at Jack, wide-eyed. He felt like he couldn't breathe, as if some giant monster was gripping his chest. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was something wrong?
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Post by Copper on Jun 20, 2015 7:23:10 GMT
"Alright." Ricardo scooted closer to Vincent. "You'd better get some rest. It might be a long day tomorrow."
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Long moments passed before Jack found his voice, momentarily forgettjngn about the other boy. "...Philip?"
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Post by Silaluk on Jun 20, 2015 12:55:22 GMT
"Yeah, okay..." Vincent murmured. He moved closer to Ricardo so that he could snuggle up against his side, resting his head on the Gryffindor's shoulder. "Wake me up when it's my turn to keep watch," he mumbled.
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The Canadian grinned and embraced Jack tightly, even lifting him a bit up off of the stage. He knew this was likely just a trick created by this dream, or whatever it was he was in. Jack would probably turn into some sort of demon any second now, but Philip allowed himself this small piece of happiness and relief. He'd found a teammate, a friend, someone he knew.
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Post by Copper on Jun 22, 2015 20:17:36 GMT
Ricardo felt heat rise to his face, and he nodded before shakily curling his arm around Vincent. "Uh... Sweet dreams."
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Jack wriggled a bit in Philip's arms. "Hey. Phil. Philip. I'm glad to see you too, but we need to get out of here. This kid, too. I think he's frozen in shock."
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Post by Copper on Jun 22, 2015 20:24:08 GMT
Nicolas could feel himself sitting in a classroom seat. Judging by the draft and the smell of old, wet stone, it had to have been the Potions room, but that was the last thing on his mind. The tight pressure of his binder was gone, replaced instead by something... Different. More of a cage, if that was even possible. But the strange punch and sting of the bra, which were like an icy hand closing over his heart, paled in comparison to the sound of the Professor's voice from the front of the room. Her words seemed to echo with a dreadful finality, repeating a name that he had tried to forget for years.
"Alessandra, I asked you a question. Alessandra, answer me."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jun 22, 2015 20:35:49 GMT
Tessa could feel her limbs cramping up in the icy water, and flailed them helplessly to keep her head above the surface. The sharp tang of salt hit her senses, making her eyes tear up and the back of her throat close in protest. She cried out. But the ocean stretched endlessly all around her, and there wasn't a hint of any land nearby. No help.
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Post by Silaluk on Jun 22, 2015 20:44:54 GMT
"You too..." he replied tiredly, the response automatic even though he knew Ricardo was staying awake to keep watch. He dozed off a minute or so later, lulled to sleep by Ricardo's warmth and the rhythm of the Gryffindor's breathing.
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Philip's grin wilted as he pulled away just enough to look at Jack's face. His smile faded completely after a moment and, gaze downcast, he put Jack down. Philip took a couple steps back after that, only nodding.
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Post by Copper on Jun 22, 2015 21:07:13 GMT
Elizabeth was suspended over the water, just above Tessa's head. She was semi-transparent and pearly, shimmering silver splashes lined her cloak-- blood that was not her own. The ghost of a doomed timeline stared down at her sister in silence.
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Ricardo shifted with a sigh, leaning his head over Vincent's. What were they now? Wherever they were was hardly a place to think about feelings, really-- the last time they had almost spoken about it, La Llorona nearly killed them.
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Jack stared at his reaction, sudden guilt slapping him in the face. He reached out for Philip's shoulder, almost throwing himself out of balance. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! I just... We can talk later, when we're out of here. And I, uh, have a shirt on. I'll get some pen and pencil and we can try to figure this all out. Just... Ugh, where'd my cane roll off to..."
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Post by Silaluk on Jun 22, 2015 21:35:56 GMT
"Ricardo..." The name was followed by incoherent, sleepy mumbling. Vincent stirred slightly and his head slipped from Ricardo's shoulder, leaving it lolled over as he slowly sank, sleep preventing him from being able to stay upright.
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Philip felt embarrassed heat rise to his face and shook his head quickly. On the bright side, this was probably the real Jack, but at the same time, he'd slipped up, let his emotions show. He glanced up at Jack's mention of a shirt and noticed for the first time that the other boy's chest was indeed bare, exposing the heavy scars. Philip looked away quickly, eyes scanning the stage for the missing cane.
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Post by Copper on Jun 22, 2015 21:41:57 GMT
Carefully, Ricardo shifted Vincent's head to rest on his lap, feeling a pleasant sort of thrill rush through his stomach at the sound of his name.
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Jack looked away, ears bright red as he realized that Philip had seen the scarring. Mumbling something about finding a shirt, he limped over to the side of the stage, leaning on a wall for balance. Oddly enough, the crowd had completely disappeared, leaving the auditorium empty.
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Post by Silaluk on Jun 22, 2015 22:02:08 GMT
After a while, Vincent shivered, curling up into the fetal position. His expression became seemingly frustrated, or maybe it was one of worry. "No..." he said softly. "Don't..."
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Philip eventually found Jack's cane, or at least something that could replace it for now. It looked like a prop from an old play that had been forgotten behind the curtain when everything had been cleaned up after the last show. He hurried back over to where Jack was, holding out the cane to him.
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