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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:23 pm
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So in the end I will be -- what I will be No loyal friend Was ever there for me Now we say -- goodbye We say -- you didn't try.
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Mотнєґ || Fоґмёя Gґуffїиdоґ || Їп$aпё
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She stepped out onto the stage, graceful and deadly in her movements. This... this was the moment. She had waited patiently for the nod, the go ahead, and now... Now was her time. Throwing her hood back, she smiled and bowed to the audience, her smile mocking them. These were the same stock of people he had come from, and they deserved to die. Like the worthless scum they were. Condescendingly, she rose from her bow and gestured, feeling that it was best to open this act with a single verse.
"Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love."
As she ended, she thrust out with her wandhand, the deadly implement in hand as she spoke the killing curse. Screams ripped through the cast as the man fell, dead. She then gestured to another, another curse upon her lips, and drove another to her knees as pain ripped through her. Some tried to advance, and so Megan directed her attention to them instead, firing several curses at once and watching as those dropped dead next. She continued on, as the panicking cast was suddenly trying to flee. But they wouldn't flee far. Not with all of the exits sealed against that.
════════════════════════ Location: Shaftesbury Theatre State: Of, way off OOC: And so it begins...
These tears you cry Have come too late Take back the lies The hurt, the blame! And you will weep When you face the end alone You are lost! You can never go home
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 2:29 pm
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Regret ☂ Owens Insane Dark Wizard
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ Ah. An expression of horror, of confusion, that was a face Regret wished he could forever preserve in every way possible. It had to be burned into his memory. What power, he possessed, to render someone to the brink of despair, then show them a gentle smile that could give them a sparkle of hope. Then, crush it all in one fell swoop of the wand. Their eyes would be filled with disbelief that they died before they truly died. Haha. Who knew that a smile could both soothe the soul as well as mercilessly rip it apart.
Regret laughed a maniacal chuckle as he stood in front of the main theater door. The room was perfectly still with corpses strewn about, and in Regret's mind, this was just the calm before the storm. The filthy muggles would soon figure out what was wrong. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the dark wizard said as he walked past rows of the old, grungy little seats. "We hope that you enjoyed the show and that you may leave here with the intention on returning for our future plays." Regret implied as though people could escape. "That is, if the Shaftesbury Theater still stands at the end of this," Regret hissed with a devilish smile.
The man pointed his wand to the sky and slowly rotated his wist in a circular motion. From the tip of his wand fire leaked into the air, growing larger and fiercer after each rotation. Regret snapped his wrist downward and the fiery haze escaped its path and randomly spread into the room. Windows, exits, chairs, balconies, and people were set ablaze. And soon, the theater would be engulfed in hellfire. Regret only laughed.
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ℰndure through the pain, to be rewarded with a gain.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 3:24 pm
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The devil's knocking at your door Caught in the eye of a dead man's lie Show your life with your head held high Now you're on your knees With your head hung low Big man tells you where to go Tell 'em it's good Tell 'em okay Don't do a goddamn thing they say
𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third 𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni
[Summer 2024]
The apparation thundered violent, shook the glass in their window panes as a shrouded figure sliced through the fabric of time and space. His robe hung loose, his hood had barely hidden the deft, sharp features and gold piercing eyes. Behind the rows and rows of seats, beneath the balcony, he waited. Upon the stage, the dance had begun. The spiral of green rays birthed death into the theatre, and he waited for the stragglers to come running for the exits that were already sealed. ”Incendio, incendio, ignus flagellum,” he decreed with the swift swipes of his wand.
The clothing of the muggles combusted and caught fire. The screams bellowed in deafening, blood curling screams. The fiery mass fell and rolled, catching others along with him. He whipped his arm back, careful not to lose his balance as he slashed his wand in a parry from left to right. The fiery whip sliced into the open air, splitting incisions in flesh and making the crowd scream and rear backwards, vying for another exit, for any escape. He wavered, held his free hand open in his palm and summoned his cane to his hands. He had hoped not to need it, not here. But he had no choice. The flames were rising higher, but he kept them contained to the bottom floor.
He should have worn a mask, he knew it. Should have hidden his features in his robes, but these were muggles. And he just didn’t care anymore. They were nothing to him. They were maggots. Leeching off the world that should have been theirs by right! ”Avada kedavra!” The flames of his whip extinguished, and the rapid fire burst of poisoned green spun out and dealt a quick death, much less mess this way.
╔══════════════╗ Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 189 ♜ Age: 20 Shaftesbury Theatre Demonized. ╚══════════════╝
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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