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nexmosnonlucror[There is a rather ungainly thud as a figure lands, hard, on the ground. Pale trembling fingers sink into the soil to push the boy -- no more than sixteen -- onto his hands and knees. He is breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering his handsome face -- but that glint in his eyes shows a tremendous amount of life.
Thin lips purse together as the boy lifts his head, black hair falling into his eyes as he forces himself to look around his surroundings. One hand is curled around a thin piece of wood -- thirteen inches long, made of yew, to those that are truly paying attention -- and the boy pushes himself back to sit on his heels, laying the wand in the palm of his hand, dark eyes fixated upon it as he whispers:]
Point Me.
[The wand does not move. There is the slightest twitch in his cheek as the teenager hisses it again:]
Point --
[But from behind the teenager, there is a louder hiss -- a snarl, actually -- and Tom Marvolo Riddle twists his body around to stare at quite the large rabbit, which is baring his teeth towards the teenager in question. His eyes narrow and he raises his wand quickly, flicking it slightly with his right wrist.
But, again, nothing happens.
Tom's grip tightens on his wand and, this time, he adds the incantation, and with each spell, his voice becomes more and more of a feral snarl.]
Relashio! Stupefy! Impedimenta!
[The rabbit lunges. Tom instinctively lashes out with a hand, slamming his wand against the side of the animal, before diving for a rock -- which he brings squarely down upon the skull, killing the creature instantly.
The movements have Tom gasping for breath, though, and a pale hand presses against his chest, and he hisses:]
What did they do to me? Where is it, where is my --
[And his body convulses as he doubles over, arms finding his midsection as he retches.]
Thin lips purse together as the boy lifts his head, black hair falling into his eyes as he forces himself to look around his surroundings. One hand is curled around a thin piece of wood -- thirteen inches long, made of yew, to those that are truly paying attention -- and the boy pushes himself back to sit on his heels, laying the wand in the palm of his hand, dark eyes fixated upon it as he whispers:]
Point Me.
[The wand does not move. There is the slightest twitch in his cheek as the teenager hisses it again:]
Point --
[But from behind the teenager, there is a louder hiss -- a snarl, actually -- and Tom Marvolo Riddle twists his body around to stare at quite the large rabbit, which is baring his teeth towards the teenager in question. His eyes narrow and he raises his wand quickly, flicking it slightly with his right wrist.
But, again, nothing happens.
Tom's grip tightens on his wand and, this time, he adds the incantation, and with each spell, his voice becomes more and more of a feral snarl.]
Relashio! Stupefy! Impedimenta!
[The rabbit lunges. Tom instinctively lashes out with a hand, slamming his wand against the side of the animal, before diving for a rock -- which he brings squarely down upon the skull, killing the creature instantly.
The movements have Tom gasping for breath, though, and a pale hand presses against his chest, and he hisses:]
What did they do to me? Where is it, where is my --
[And his body convulses as he doubles over, arms finding his midsection as he retches.]
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:36 pm (UTC)It's just that they won't get home. At least, that's what I believe. [Everyone's told him so, he hasn't seen evidence otherwise, and he has no reason to doubt it.]
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:40 pm (UTC)Ion. Let me come with you, okay?
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Date: 2011-07-20 11:08 pm (UTC)And by the way, you're welcome to come stay with us! Everyone said it was alright.
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Date: 2011-07-20 11:37 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-07-20 11:39 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-07-20 11:46 pm (UTC)They do need to get there quickly, but it's better to be cautious on the way.]
Ion!
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Date: 2011-07-20 11:50 pm (UTC)Negi! Hello. Thank you for coming.
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Date: 2011-07-20 11:56 pm (UTC)[Even without his magic, he still has that staff strapped to his back, sticking up a good foot and a half over Negi's head.]
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Date: 2011-07-21 12:03 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-07-21 12:09 am (UTC)At least this event hasn't taken away my kenpou or my sword skills, if we run into something.
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Date: 2011-07-21 12:12 am (UTC)You're really amazing, Negi. You can do so much.
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Date: 2011-07-21 12:14 am (UTC)Oh, n-no, I'm nothing special... I know plenty of people that are much more powerful than I am.
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Date: 2011-07-21 12:18 am (UTC)But what matters is how you use your strength, and that you know you have room to grow.
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Date: 2011-07-21 12:31 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-07-21 12:45 am (UTC)[Offline] OH HELLO HALF DEAD EVIL LORD HERE.
Date: 2011-07-21 12:53 am (UTC)Damn it --
[It's a hiss as he tries, once more, in vain, to levitate a rock. Nothing.]
[Offline] HEY DUDE SUP SORRY WE CAN'T HEAL YOU OR ANYTHING
From:[Offline] HI THERE EVIL OVERLORD WANT SOME DERP?
From:[Offline] oh god he is going to want to kill himself in like four seconds
From:[Offline] IT'S NOT THAT BAD, TOM, COME ON
From:[Offline] Imagine living here now Tom...
From:[Offline] He will kill himself and he is afraid of dying. 8|
From:[Offline] God Tom why so emo
From:[Offline] Life is precious Tom =(
From:[Offline] CRAAAAAAAAWLING IN MY SKIIIIIIIN
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