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DaniDiNardo · 09-24-2020, 12:20 AM

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Originally Posted by astrocat

Ashley had a MAJOR mood swing. She went from maliciously happy to maliciously angry in about .2 seconds. But they were allowed to fight dummies? Good. No way was she going to hurt a classmate. But she was definitely going to hurt something. Just a dummy, she reminded herself. It's not real. It won't really die. That was a strength of Ashley's. Separation of reality and fiction. Rest assured in a real situation she would have stayed there for who knows how long. "I'll take a dummy." She was going to rip its head off. Possibly literally. Or strangle it. Ha Ha, she thought to herself. I'm not compromising my morals. Loophole. The headmaster might be asking her to beat up a dummy, but that did not mean she would in any way, shape, or form would she fight ruthlessly for real. She wondered if the headmaster was evil. In D&D he certainly would be. She didn't care what anybody said about who the headmaster had used to be. She had only seen cruel headmaster, and she was sure that he would stay like that. If this were muggle school, he could be fired by now. Ashley was glad there were dummies. What she was planning to do would put a real person in the hospital. On the other hand, with this school, it was probably her ending up in the hospital.

Another dummy came forth from the narrow passageway. Like the first, it merely stood before the girl, silent and expressionless.

It waited in the sludge and grime.

Your move.

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

If Aboli had been in a good mood, she might have laughed, actually. Instead, she simply nodded to Trent that she understood. A little bleeding never hurt anyone, right? And Trent wouldn't let any of them die - and even if he DID, she could escape this plane and return to the beyond. She always JOKED she would become a ghost.

Get ready, Trent. If Aboli Song died, she was going to come right back to Hogwarts as a GHOST.

Death did not frighten HER!

Again, nor did injury. The dummy, however, was just STARING at her, but did it count as staring if it wasn't really looking? It was a dummy. She didn't want to make the first move, but she thought it might stand there all day if she let it. So...she lunged forward suddenly then hopped back, as if to trick it, and attempted to goad it that way.

The dummy kept watching, not fooled by fake out tactics. They were charmed a particular way; they would react to contact.

If Song wanted a fight, she would have to bring it.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Yeah, Bernie had a brother, and yeah, she was always bragging about how he picked on her and made her tough and told her what DMs were on Twitter and yada yada. But truth be told? When they'd fought as kids, all they'd really done was wrestle a little, occassionally slap each other, and then call it a day and/or get the fight broken up by Dad. She'd NEVER fought her little sister, or any girl really, and was kind of feeling confused by these directions.

Plus, fighting dirty? It didn't seem the Gryffindor way. Bernie stared down at the muck, feeling glum and confused by Trent's direction. "I don't understaaaaand," she mumble-whined. "Sir. You're a Gryffindor. You're the HEAD Gryffindor. Gryffindors don't fight dirty. We have chivalry and stuff." Remember when whats-her-name had pushed Bernie into the pit during the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin day last year? Trent had awarded Bernie the points because THAT was fighting dirty.

Sniff sniff. She stared glumly at the Headmaster. "Godric Gryffindor didn't fight dirty." Bernie oughta know. He only challenged everyone in the castle, Trent included, to a duel like five times a day that year.

JUST SAYING. She crossed her arms and kicked at the muck, obviously pouting.

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Originally Posted by Fireheart

They were supposed to physically fight another classmate. In a pile of muck. Wihle Trent watched. The whole thing seemed absolutely ludicrous. Avalon half-expected to wake up from this nightmare, but the putrid odor of the dungeon reminded her that it wasn't a dream at all.

Well, if Trent was expecting her to actually fight another classmate, he had another thing coming for him. There was no way that was happening. She had never had a real fight with anyone in her life, and today was not going to be her first. "I'll have a dummy, too," she said coolly, hiking her robes up to her knees and tying them in a knot behind her legs. Didn't need anything weighing her down for this.

It took everything in him not to roll his eyes at the dramatics of this one. Honestly, his instructions were simple. There was no need for this.

"Get to work, or you'll sleep here." And that was all he'd say on that. She'd better hurry, lest she get stuck with a ~~demon~~ dummy.

Ew ew ew ew ew.

This couldn't be happening. Why did it feel like something was moving in this muck?? Ew ew ew ew ew!! Emm wanted to scream and pitch a fit, but Bernie's watered down protest was enough for her to see this was non-negotiable.

Her shoulders sunk. The girl was many things, but she was not a fighter. Her cousin had told her stories about the dummies, making them out of the question but what was a little girl to do when everyone was much bigger? Kizzy was an option but there was NO WAY she could hit her. It wasn't possible.

But Bernie.

Emmerson sidled closer, tugging on her sleeve when she was right up next to her. "Fight me?" She may or may not have been counting on all that "chivalry" the girl just mentioned, to let her win.

This one would've been here before to see the dummies in action in past lessons. To see her willingly taking on one was a sight but the dummy did move forward.

If it was a proper fight she wanted, it was a proper fight she'd get.

09-24-2020, 12:20 AM	#31 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat Ashley had a MAJOR mood swing. She went from maliciously happy to maliciously angry in about .2 seconds. But they were allowed to fight dummies? Good. No way was she going to hurt a classmate. But she was definitely going to hurt something. Just a dummy, she reminded herself. It's not real. It won't really die. That was a strength of Ashley's. Separation of reality and fiction. Rest assured in a real situation she would have stayed there for who knows how long. "I'll take a dummy." She was going to rip its head off. Possibly literally. Or strangle it. Ha Ha, she thought to herself. I'm not compromising my morals. Loophole. The headmaster might be asking her to beat up a dummy, but that did not mean she would in any way, shape, or form would she fight ruthlessly for real. She wondered if the headmaster was evil. In D&D he certainly would be. She didn't care what anybody said about who the headmaster had used to be. She had only seen cruel headmaster, and she was sure that he would stay like that. If this were muggle school, he could be fired by now. Ashley was glad there were dummies. What she was planning to do would put a real person in the hospital. On the other hand, with this school, it was probably her ending up in the hospital. Another dummy came forth from the narrow passageway. Like the first, it merely stood before the girl, silent and expressionless. It waited in the sludge and grime. Your move. Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz If Aboli had been in a good mood, she might have laughed, actually. Instead, she simply nodded to Trent that she understood. A little bleeding never hurt anyone, right? And Trent wouldn't let any of them die - and even if he DID, she could escape this plane and return to the beyond. She always JOKED she would become a ghost. Get ready, Trent. If Aboli Song died, she was going to come right back to Hogwarts as a GHOST. Death did not frighten HER! Again, nor did injury. The dummy, however, was just STARING at her, but did it count as staring if it wasn't really looking? It was a dummy. She didn't want to make the first move, but she thought it might stand there all day if she let it. So...she lunged forward suddenly then hopped back, as if to trick it, and attempted to goad it that way. The dummy kept watching, not fooled by fake out tactics. They were charmed a particular way; they would react to contact. If Song wanted a fight, she would have to bring it. Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Yeah, Bernie had a brother, and yeah, she was always bragging about how he picked on her and made her tough and told her what DMs were on Twitter and yada yada. But truth be told? When they'd fought as kids, all they'd really done was wrestle a little, occassionally slap each other, and then call it a day and/or get the fight broken up by Dad. She'd NEVER fought her little sister, or any girl really, and was kind of feeling confused by these directions. Plus, fighting dirty? It didn't seem the Gryffindor way. Bernie stared down at the muck, feeling glum and confused by Trent's direction. "I don't understaaaaand," she mumble-whined. "Sir. You're a Gryffindor. You're the HEAD Gryffindor. Gryffindors don't fight dirty. We have chivalry and stuff." Remember when whats-her-name had pushed Bernie into the pit during the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin day last year? Trent had awarded Bernie the points because THAT was fighting dirty. Sniff sniff. She stared glumly at the Headmaster. "Godric Gryffindor didn't fight dirty." Bernie oughta know. He only challenged everyone in the castle, Trent included, to a duel like five times a day that year. JUST SAYING. She crossed her arms and kicked at the muck, obviously pouting. Quote: Originally Posted by Fireheart They were supposed to physically fight another classmate. In a pile of muck. Wihle Trent watched. The whole thing seemed absolutely ludicrous. Avalon half-expected to wake up from this nightmare, but the putrid odor of the dungeon reminded her that it wasn't a dream at all. Well, if Trent was expecting her to actually fight another classmate, he had another thing coming for him. There was no way that was happening. She had never had a real fight with anyone in her life, and today was not going to be her first. "I'll have a dummy, too," she said coolly, hiking her robes up to her knees and tying them in a knot behind her legs. Didn't need anything weighing her down for this. It took everything in him not to roll his eyes at the dramatics of this one. Honestly, his instructions were simple. There was no need for this. "Get to work, or you'll sleep here." And that was all he'd say on that. She'd better hurry, lest she get stuck with a ~~demon~~ dummy. Ew ew ew ew ew. This couldn't be happening. Why did it feel like something was moving in this muck?? Ew ew ew ew ew!! Emm wanted to scream and pitch a fit, but Bernie's watered down protest was enough for her to see this was non-negotiable. Her shoulders sunk. The girl was many things, but she was not a fighter. Her cousin had told her stories about the dummies, making them out of the question but what was a little girl to do when everyone was much bigger? Kizzy was an option but there was NO WAY she could hit her. It wasn't possible. But Bernie. Emmerson sidled closer, tugging on her sleeve when she was right up next to her. "Fight me?" She may or may not have been counting on all that "chivalry" the girl just mentioned, to let her win. This one would've been here before to see the dummies in action in past lessons. To see her willingly taking on one was a sight but the dummy did move forward. If it was a proper fight she wanted, it was a proper fight she'd get. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.