02-26-2024, 09:24 PM
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Puffskein
Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Houston, Texas
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Hope Archard Ravenclaw Fifth Year | Quote:
Originally Posted by Helios Sunrider "I don't want you to feel like a third wheel. There's power in the number three." Damian drew a triangle in the air with a finger as he said this. "Bringing disparate opposites together as a stronger whole!" ... Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl "I will NOT be sitting this one out," he retorted hotly, though he did jot down Damian's quip (as it WAS a good one). Davie then quickly stuffed his notebook into an interior pocket of his jacket and began rolling up his sleeves....
"Once more with the door...." He intoned, wand out now and at the ready. "Lead the way, Jane." Jane was taken aback for a moment by Damian's comment. Yes, the reconciling and combining of the three key elements was at the heart of Alchemy; she should have seen that herself. And Mr. Truebridge appeared to understand the gravity of the undertaking and to be ready. Really, she couldn't say why she was behaving so waspishly today, unusual for her, except that she so very much wanted this to go right, wanted not to lose her creation yet again. "Thank you, Mr. Truebridge, we'd be glad of your help. I'm sorry if stress has made me a little abrupt today. And quite frankly, we're not quite sure what's in there, except that it seems to be the result of a rogue interaction between a cursed object and a sensitive alchemical experiment. So...be prepared for anything!" Quote:
Originally Posted by Helios Sunrider Looking back one last time before entering, he pointed a thumb over his shoulder towards the doorway that appeared like a gaping maw ready to swallow them whole. A journey into mystery. "Once more unto the breach?" Jane crossed the threshhold right on Damian's heels and stood just inside for a minute, waiting for Truebridge to join them, at which point she was going to close the door so as not to let any other rogue magic escape. It was bad enough that they'd let it get to this point within the Death Chamber. As she stood in the dim light of the Chamber, she could hear, in addition to the rustling of the tattered curtains that hung over the gateway down on the central dias, some sort of movement coming from the other side of the top level, over behind the temporary laboratory that had been set up for her there some while ago. It was a sort of moist, sucking movement, like a giant slug was moving slowly along the floor. |
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