Nott Castle and Estates

[Professor Tahiri]

❤❤ T A M A R A♛R A D C L I F F E

HOGWARTS GRADUATE
￤￤ if you're going through hell, keep on going
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Tamara spotted Xenos looked at her and smirked inwardly when she saw that the platinum haired boy was heading towards her with his twin. She had not met the boy but she had heard from her father about the sudden reappearance of the twin. Dante trailed unhappily behind them, which gave Tamara cause for a smirk. When Xenos and Xerxes drew up in front of her, she gave Ronyo a little push with a silent spell, putting him slightly behind her. She smiled politely, putting on her sweetest face. Xenos asked her if they'd ever been introduced. "Actually, we haven't. That summer I was really deep into my research when you came calling. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Tamara Radcliffe." Xerxes smiled and kissed her hand and, surprisingly, Tamara felt a little flush rise to her cheeks. Then Xenos indicated Dante and introduced him as Xenos' love. What? she thought to herself surprised, but not all too shocked. She smiled the sweetest smile she could muster.Dante was so uncomfortable with this situation that Tamara had to relish in his discomfort. "Hello again Dante," she said, then answered the boy's question. "Oh, yes, table over there has refreshments," she said, indicating a table on the other side of the hall. Turning her attention back to the da Vinci twins, she said, "It's a lovely party, isn't it? It's too bad I didn't have a date for the party," she spotted her brother with his girlfriend and let out an earnest sigh, "but it looks like my brother found his."

{Tamara actually was never introduced to Xerxes. >.>}  

[Professor Tahiri]

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Despite it all, I do this job for my children Tamara and William

☯Gwyndolyn turned when she heard her son approached with a beautiful raven haired girl. She elbowed her husband, who was busy stuffing food into his mouth. Arthur looked up and nodded to his son as the two approached. Gwen spoke first after her son introduced them. "Hello, I'm Gwendolyn, but you can just call me Gwen." Arthur, meanwhile, drew a napkin and wiped his hands off, then offered one for a shake. "I'm Arthur, Will's father. Pleasure to meet you, Ms.?"☯

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[Dolphina Oceanus]

Shannon O'Malley
Hogwarts Alumni: Gryffindor
Owner: Flourish and Blotts

While Cathryn exited the building to go looking for her father and friend, Shannon scanned the room looking for any familiar faces. She spotted a man who she thought she recognized. Blonde, tall, handsome, and blue eyed... Could it be...? Shannon walked a bit closer trying to see who it could be. Oh, screw this. "Arthur Radcliffe? Is that you?" Shannon called to the man, wondering if it could possibly be him, a fellow Gryffindor of the same year, and one of her best friends. She hoped it was him. They hadn't seen each other in years, not since Shannon's wedding. She wondered if he remembered her at all. After all, their Hogwarts days were long behind them.

-Zany-

Age: 42 | Relationship Status: Married | Injuries/Illnesses: None

 

[Professor Tahiri]

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Ｈｅａｄ Ａｕｒｏｒ Ｍｉｎｉｓｔｒｙ Ｏｆ Ｍａｇｉｃ
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Despite it all, I do this job for my children Tamara and William

☯Arthur turned his head when he heard a familiar voice say his name and scanned the woman who was speaking. She had red hair and unmistakable blue eyes. He definitely recognized her. "Shannon?" he asked, sure of himself. A wide smile graced his face and he nodded approvingly. "You remember my wife Gwendolyn? Ravenclaw, dreadful at potions," he said with a chuckle, the old Arthur Radcliffe shining through his older, gruff exterior.☯

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[Dolphina Oceanus]

Shannon O'Malley
Hogwarts Alumni: Gryffindor
Owner: Flourish and Blotts

Briefly ignoring the question, and her maturity, Shannon stepped up and quickly hugged Arthur. Then she addressed the question, "Why, of course I remember Gwendolyn! Both you and I married Ravenclaws!" Turning to Gwen, she also gave her a hug. "How are the two of you? Do you have kids at Hogwarts?" Shannon's eyes flickered over a young man and woman, wondering who they might be. She was sure that if they were acquaintances of the Radcliffes, she would be introduced to them. Arthur and Gwen were two of the nicest people one could ever meet.

-Zany-

Age: 42 | Relationship Status: Married | Injuries/Illnesses: None

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

William Dante Nott the Third

Eyes of golden reflections mirrored the stance and posture of those iconic faces, each a tribute to their ancestry, with flaming eyes of gold and dark masses of auburn tresses. Each had stared down upon them, their million eyes a witness to the oddity unfurling, like gentle petals of rose, because any wrong turn, any faulty step could mean a demise that only one truly adhered too. Harbored at sea, each branch was as thick as the last, golden plates fastened upon silken threads, a life history inscribed. Tay stood in silence, fingers matted amidst the dusty matted fur of the aged English Bullmastiff at his heels, and despite the constant knead of attention grazing those sensitive points behind his ears, it wouldn’t quell the low and guttural growl that resonated deep within the beast’s throat. But, Tay paid it no mind. When, at last, the silence shifted away subserviently, and he was met with the proposed question, he had barely tossed a look over his shoulder at the girl, before his eyes trailed upwards to meet the tapestry one last time. Heads of royalty shone out among the rest, proud and resilient, each the Duke of Wales beforehand until finally, his eyes came across one individual.

”Her..” Tay pointed out, his free hand extended above his head to barely graze the image with his forefinger. ”My great grandmother.” The golden script of Evangeline Faith Nott sparkled under his touch, and although he had never had the chance to meet the woman before her untimely death, her ghost still haunts the one conclave hidden sanctuary he often frequents.

The breath that left him dispersed the weight on his shoulders, and suddenly, he felt nothing. The light, airy presence of something serene was a distant notion to endure, as was the titillating tale brought forth by the shallowest recesses of his mind. He felt, oddly empty. The troubles of his life discarded for a time, and, nothing but the openness was with him, and he reveled in it, admiring and relishing in the embrace of the comfort, that, nothing he need do need be perfect. Tay, deciding to invoke himself farther in this, and yet, unaware of where this newfound ease had come from, had decided to enjoy this to himself. ”The best books are in that bookcase,” Tay’s light, venomous voice spurred forward abruptly, a gesture was made, brandishing his personal favorite collection before spinning on his heel. ”C’mon Knight, let’s go.”

But Tay had never noticed that the canine hadn’t followed him. The disappearing footsteps of the young Slytherin carried him down the corridor towards the door, where he sent one casual glance over his shoulder and noticed the defensive stance Old Knight had taken. The canine hadn’t moved an inch, however, and instead, trained steely blue eyes on the girl, which, hadn’t sat well with the beast. He watched her every notion as she carried herself towards the bookcase, noting each text of historical development, nature, and magic, of classical arts like Othello, and mind-warping tome of ’The War of the Worlds.’

Only enough time was given for a quick inspection, gaze across the familiar authors and titles before that guttural growl evolved into something much fiercer. A moment later, and the near five foot tall Mastiff bounded across the stone and wooden floors, robust padded paws forcing weight down upon Phinelia knocking her to the ground, where he stood over her, bare fangs snarling under two hundred pounds of muscle.

”KNIGHT! HEEL!” Tay decreed authoritatively, admonishing the few traits he had inherited from his father as he darted across the corridor and seized his canine by the collar, every muscle and tendon tore against Old Knight’s force, barely keeping those snapping jaws away from Phinelia’s whitewashed features.

That was when he noticed the familiar molten eyes, the painted red lips, skin white as snow. ”Von Ichval.” He growled, the surprise interlaced with woven rage as he fought to keep a hold on the snaring dog. ”What are you doing here,

“No- Where’s my book?!” His threat awash with panic and dismay as he narrowed his eyes to yellow slits.

”...Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let go of this collar.”

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Location: Grand Library with Old Knight
Injuries: None
Mood: Escalating
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

 

[Pale Mist]

phinelia von ichval



pre-thrid year - ravenclaw
hermes
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“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson


wearing: formal summer dress

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Phi looked up to the woman Tay pointed to with his extending gesture. The woman, fresh like a flower in her painted portrait, looked down upon her too and Phi could see her eyes of piercing gold. This interaction was so completely odd; Phi had chose to disguise herself more in the hopes of not coming off too conspicuous as well as not having eyes following her as easily. Never did she think her altered hair and forced voice would bring her to such a situation.
Neither did she ever think William Dante Nott the Third to be one capable of opening up, much less doing it as he was now. Phi watched him with a curiously warm stare from the corner of her eye. It almost seemed as though the short, golden-eyed boy standing not ten feet from her was one she had never met before; a stronger. Not the menacing boy in the loyalty of the very force threatening her school and possibly more, not the boy who had cursed and injured her violently and not the boy she had grown to hate.
It almost seemed as though they could be friends.

She forced her eyes from him just as the heartbeat-length thought ran its course and instead focused on the woman again. Panning out onto the entire sight of the history painted above the floor. Sprawled on lengths of wall and stone and wood. Her molten eyes fell momentarily on those of a pair that had haunted her for the length of a year; Alfons Flint. His own dark, flashing eyes seemed horrifyingly similar to her own, a realization that made her sick with curiosity and dread. Tay had mentioned his having a wife, not here labeled. Phi mauled over the thought of what sort of wife he would have. What sort of person would be either so dreadful or so opposing to the Nott's ideals that she would not be marked on the extending line of family.
Phi wondered what she could look like.
In those passing moments of thought, her ears only managed to decipher a few spoken words from William Nott as he began to depart the library, hoping to leave her to her own actions. Blinked and noticing his having left her long side, she wandered to the books he mentioned. Eyes quickly finding titles she knew well and held close. To her surprise, the collection presented here seemed very personalized. It was not organized in anyway apart from alphabetically, and each title had a similarity to the next. They were chosen by preference, he noted, and she wondered if they were Tay's preference. They were her's.
Her index finger reached out to catch the edge of one of the books to slide it out, and just as it made contact with the worn binding, so did her body with the spinning velocity of being attacked. Her body hit hard against the cold floor and she lay sprawled, gasping in surprise and spiking pain. The weight of the large, old dog crushed her chest cavity and let out all her breath. Vicious jaws snapped in front of her face, mere centimeters from, and Phi lay transfixed in the most twisted terror. She gasped again, her entire life's energy ready to escape her with just one bit to the neck or further crushing over her heart. But then it was lifted.
Her eyes had been blinded by the primitive fear of losing her life, having it ripped from her by those strong jaws and teeth, and she had not seen or heard Tay return and pull the beast from her.
What she did hear was her disguise losing its purpose at the venom of his tone.
Phinelia blinked back tears that had unintentionally formed at the corners of her eyes and stared hard at the Nott boy, standing over her with the coldest of gold glared and a hand holding back the weapon of her death. Phi glared back, a look that would have had the same force of a thousand suns and a thousand tundras as Tay's held if it had not been for their previous exchange. In that anger she harbored for him and her dislike, now lay a curiosity and an almost pity.
She realized, as she lay completely defenseless, that there was more to this boy that he feared he could never disclosed. That he could never share and never have discovered. He had a heart, a soul, and he was desperately afraid someone might see it. Someone might see him as anything less or more than a monster.
Phi rose slowly and silently, eyes glaring and action stiff from the impact and pain, but a grace still in them nonetheless. Standing on her strong legs, she straightened out her dress and looked coolly upon the Nott boy, her one hand finally revealing the wand she had been holding in it since the beginning. Silence kept constantly as her eyes of fire dared him to let the beast go. And dared him to again leave himself open to her, a hope flashing that he would if she would.

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[Essy ze Ninja]

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

William Dante Nott the Third

Like fireworks, bedazzling and mystifying, the mortified chaos spun out of control, wrenched this way and that, until suddenly, both beings were lost, staring into the threat of their own disposal. The tides have turned, and that poisonous sea had swept him in, spewed him out, until he was swept into the undertow, spiraling out of control. His mind raced, and he no longer felt the simple deviations of tranquility, nor the bliss of open consciousness, and for once, hadn’t been heavily weighed down upon with the might of the world behind his back. Wavering strength built in his forearm until trembling was all he could do to hold back the intangible force distributed by the weight of the beast beside him. And, had it not been for the countless summers spent on Mt. Blanc in the Alps, diligently training for his fencing competitions where less oxygen meant more strength, he was sure he would have lost his hold.

A million scenarios became strewn together as he stood there, shock still, a frozen static state encumbered the two into a shroud of silence, where, one wrong move could mean the end.

He had, of course, weighed his options in his mind, and, though he may have had the thousand eyes beside him as witness, no true auror or hit wizard would believe a tapestry to be too curt to lie. And so, he was met with this, and it undoubtedly had crossed his mind that, a disheveled woman fleeing from the library would make for horrible publicity. His lips tightened into a thin line, separating fiction from fact. ”We both know what will happen…” Tay’s meandering voice resonated under a low growl.

”I’m going to leave now… and the next time I see you…

“It better be with my book, or I swear it on my mother’s grave. I will kill you.” No qualm, no pause, no hesitance, Tay might as well have shot her in the heart with the threat of his lull. Unyielding, a promise he would be damned to keep. Those narrowing yellow eyes glinted past heavy lidded slits as his muscles tore into the deft weight of his canine, hauling the best to one side, away from Phi, and casting one long look over his shoulder before hurrying off, escorting Old Knight away and shutting the door to the library leaving Phinelia to her thoughts.

After all, Tay had promised that he would be freed from his duties, and ready to attend to those entrusted unto him by Roi Antiguo. And, if anything could be said, it was that William Dante Nott the Third was never late.

And even now, he held up to that as he sauntered down the corridor and traversed across wings until he had finally found the body of Woil Noinnei, encompassing the spirit of Roi, the one who had promised him more than any amount of wealth could. Power, and respect.

It was with that in mind that he had bent his knee, drifted down to the ground with his head bent, an arm propped on that knee to hold his balance as he waited for the next discretion. He, not needing to glance around, was in the familiarity of his own bedroom, simple, donning on a dresser, bookcase, desk, and bed, and lacking in any personal memento, seemingly, as if nobody even slept there. The room was always tidy, never a thread out of place, and, even since he had been born, it lacked any personality, any definition or childish antiquities. The room simply was, just as Tay, simply lives.

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Location: Tay's bedroom
Injuries: None
Mood: Escalating
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

 

[Commander Aran]

Roi was pissed, there was no way around it. He was very angry and very disappointed with the servant that now stood before him. His tone even reflected the anger and rage in Roi's spiritual mind as he swiftly moved up to Tay and stared down at him. Woil's face donning the very anger that Roi was feeling, "William Dante Nott... the Third. Answer me this, how many ******** times have you failed while under my command?" He asked, his tone was sharp as daggers, every word piercing the boys emotions like needles through skin and veins.

He was so angry that Woil's eyes were no longer blue but pure, poisonous green. His true eyes, something that he never had shown before. He never gave the boy the chance to answer as he simply said with an even more sinister voice then ever before, "Three times William, three damn times, and I will not stand for these failures, sadly, you are too valuable of a resource to kill. So, I intend to do something more." He said, as he moved Woil's body around the room and turning off and snuffing out any possible light.

In the darkness, in the very center of the room a light began to glow, the jewels on the black box were glowing as if they had fires within their rocky cores. They formed the crystal eye, the eye of Roi's clan back in the old days.

 

[Professor Tahiri]

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Ｈｅａｄ Ａｕｒｏｒ Ｍｉｎｉｓｔｒｙ Ｏｆ Ｍａｇｉｃ
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Despite it all, I do this job for my children Tamara and William

☯Arthur returned his former Housemate's hug and smiled widely. It was Gwen that answered her question, however. "We have three, well, two, actually. This here," she said, indicating William standing with them, "is my son William. He's a Sixth year now. My daughter Tamara is here somewhere. She just graduated this year. And our adopted daughter is off in the mainland touring with her band." Arthur nodded at the perfect answer his wife delivered. Arthur scanned the crowd looking for one person in particular, however William Nott II's brother was not present. Arthur had been hoping that Remington would show up so he could gather intelligence on him.☯

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[Firefly_Wanderer]

"Pleasure is all mine. Pardon my brother he seems to be failing at his so called Ravenclaw status. I thought you remembered everything?" Xerxes teased softly after straightening back up. "No that would be my friend Zamir. Nice try though." Xenos replied with a smile. Xerxes rolled his eyes at his brother's response before shrugging. Now was not the time to bring up silly personal retorts. That meant he would have to get him later...hopefully later that very night. The dark haired da Vinci for a moment was confused at the too sweet smile on Tamara's face and Dante's obvious annoyance. Bad history? Oh wait that's right Gryffindor and Slytherin...man Hogwarts was weird.

Xenos on the other hand had spotted a young boy standing a bit behind the blonde lioness. He smiled a little at the boy curious as to who he was. "Tamara? I believe you have a shadow." Xenos commented lightly. "Hello young man, I'm Xenos da Vinci. Do you know Tamara?" He asked after introducing himself. Xerxes reached out and wrapped an arm around his twins shoulders. "Don't worry just because he said Dante is his love doesn't mean he doesn't like chicks any more. He's still a normal guy no need to be-" A muffled yelp left the dark haired teen as a sharp elbow met his side. Blue met miffed crimson and all Xerxes could do was grin. Revenge successful.

"Please excuse him I think he left his brain at home." Xerxes managed to dodge his brother's attack this time chuckling the whole time. Regardless of the violent move the albino was still smiling. No one could get to you like a sibling did and twins were the master of it. "Anyway, how has graduated life been treating you Tamara? Feel weird yet?" Xerxes asked leaning back on his brother. Xenos on the other hand was a bit worried with Dante's sharp shift in mood. Sure he knew that he and Tamara didn't get along but he had hoped for the sake of the night they would put that aside. Tamara had at least pretended to not care. This just further pushed the albino into his suspicion that all was not right with his love. They needed to talk and do so soon.


One has wit beyond measure One has ambition beyond belief
Together they are a troublesome duo, for wit and ambition are a powerful duo

 

[MysticHoneyRose]

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Dante bowed politely to Tamara in response. While his face was downcast it held nothing but disgust for being here. He had only come because of Xenos. He wanted to be with him as much as possible. Even if it meant being around such people. "Thank you" he said after he rose back to a standing possession, a semi polite smile on his face. "You seem to be having a wonderful chat Xenos, you'll know where to find me" he said to his love before turning and walking to the table Tamara had indicated. Getting himself a drink he found himself a nice corner with no one in it and planted himself there. His emerald Green eyes scanning the room and the people in it.

This was exactly like those parties so long ago. A crowded room with people he didn't even know. Most of them he could either barely tolerate or had dislike for all together. His eyes narrowed as they scanned across the increasingly busy room. Why did he agree to come here. Why did he have to let that lovely albino control his every being. Just one look at him and he couldn't say no. Especially since he wouldn't be seeing him for a year. But Xenos was having a pleasant conversation. Why did he need to interrupt. Not like he was here or anything. Lifting the drink to his lips he took a few more sips and turned his gaze to the floor.

One thing that was bothering the Slytherin was why he was getting so angry. Yes, he knew why, but the feeling kept growing in him. One idea could simply be anxiety issues towards parties due to past experience. That seemed the most logical explanation. This train of thought cause a small, gentle smile. It seems he has been with Xenos a lot longer than he thought if his mind was thinking in such a manner. To pass the long time he had ahead of him he decided to dwell on thoughts of Xenos. It was one of the few things that would keep him happy during this torture.

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[Professor Tahiri]

❤❤ T A M A R A♛R A D C L I F F E

HOGWARTS GRADUATE
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Tamara maintained her too sweet smile until Dante disappeared. Then she showed an actual smile. Xenos caught sight of Ronyo and engaged him in conversation. Stepping in for him, she said, "That's Ronyo. He's going to be a third year. He's fashioning himself as my apprentice," she said with a smirk, referencing his private lessons with her. She found herself giggling when Xerxes fooled around with his brother. A smirk continued to grace her face. When Xerxes asked if graduated life was feeling any different, she shrugged. "Eh, not really. I mean, I'm kinda sad to not be going back to Hogwarts, but I still have Dark wizards after me all the time," she said, smirking. Despite the joking tone, she wasn't lying. About two weeks ago, she had been ambushed by dark wizard Aldanis Varren in an alleyway off of Diagon Alley. The resulting duel destroyed two Muggle buildings and left both wizard and witch injured. Tamara could tell that Xenos was dying to go talk to Dante. She was still a little surprised that they were together, but she dismissed that. "Ronyo, she said, turning to look at her friend, "you should go find Phi. She's been gone a while. Meanwhile, Xerxes, would you like to dance?"  

[Essy ze Ninja]

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

William Dante Nott the Third

No notion had been made as Tay knelt to the ground, head hung, and auburn tresses shielding the roar of golden fire brought to life in his eyes. His thoughts reeled, pouring over the countless hours he had spent, plotting, scheming, and demising. Those sunken hollow eyes shone the truth of his doubts, reflected the passion of this chaos as the images of every failure had been burnt into his mind. Whether thwarted by professors, or students alike, the fruition had come to none, and even now, he couldn’t be sure if his last endowment had succeeded. He could only assume as much, considering he hadn’t caught wisp of the lion, Colton, and had heard the spark of rumors that Jane had fled Phinelia and Ronyo. Even so, Tay couldn’t bring himself to voice the question that was on everybody’s mind.

Darkness overtook him, blanketed the vicinity with twisted purpose, until, he became numb. Stark frozen skeletal grasps stole his throat, clamped with a vice grip, a static shock coursing through. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see. He felt the eyes on him, all of them. The wondrous curiosity, the awe, from all of their faces, he could feel it burning into his brain. And then he gasped, choked, struggling to maintain his position on one knee, resisting the urge to dig his fingernails into his heart and wrench out the cursed organ. Every beating second pumped blood from his veins to his heart, intermingling with the darkest touch of magic burst to life by the glowing jewels encrusted.

And then he saw the eye.

Its dim brightness lulled into his mind, seeped past clenched eyelids, until it was the only thing he could see. His body grew tense, and wretched, twitching and wrenching muscles and tendons together, and a weight, it grew and grew, drowning him under the fire until his very being became snuffed out. Emotions fell cold, hit the ground with a glacier thud and dispersed, like melting water.

And then darkness had come for him, all that was left was the vessel, and even it, crumpled down to the ground lifeless.

But, somewhere inside, William Dante Nott the Third resided, swimming in the vast empty darkness of unconsciousness.

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Location: Tay's bedroom
Injuries: Unconscious
Mood: Escalating
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

 

[Commander Aran]

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

Roi Antiguo
The King of Old

Roi opened his new eyes. The room was still dark, cold, just like it was back when he was inside the center gem. William's body was twitching because Roi was still trying to gain control of this body. Luckily the boy was knocked unconscious, or else this would have been much harder, like with Woil. But still, unlike Woil, this boy was at such a high risk of possession anyways, with anger issues, and a constant pushing away of his friends.

Roi managed to calm the twitching down, although there were slight twitches ever minute or so. So he slowly rose the boy's small body up to its knees and after a few minutes, when the twitching grew to about two minutes apart, he slowly stood the boy up. He moved around, falling to the side once and gripping the wall. The difference in size was horrendous, something he was obviously not going to like. He clicked on the light in the bedroom and looked around, he saw Woil's body lying unconscious on the floor, the black box sitting in the center of the room, and...

He moved closer to the mirror he was staring at, there was Tay. He smiled as he stood in front of the mirror, Tay's body and image smiling back. He couldn't help but laugh sinisterly at the fact that he did manage to switch hosts. He remained staring at the picture as he adjusted Tay's tuxedo, cleaning himself up from what had happened.

He slowly began to access the memories of Tay, things he'd needed to know when pretending to be the boy. All of his actions in certain occasions. He was also taking into account any memories he'd be able to use to subdue the child's spirit from rising up again. "Well William, I'm glad to see you've accepted your new job, as my new body." He said with Tay's on voice and he laughed sinisterly, shaking the boys head and moving towards the door.

He opened the door and moved out of Tay's bedroom, and using the boy's memories, began to make his way back to the ball.

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Location: Leaving Tay's bedroom.
Injuries: None.
Mood: Ecstatic.
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William Dante Nott the Third

..even heroes know when to be scared.