#thread: open starter

[n8-shaw]

who: open starter where: the gym or something when: week before classes start (last week of august) 

“My advisor said that as a junior, being undecided isn’t really recommended, but...fuck that, I couldn’t pretend to give a fuck about engineering,” Nate said to his buddy he was working out with as he lifted the weights with a quiet grunt for one last rep, dropping them to the bench in front of him after he did so, catching the eyes of someone in the mirror who was watching them. “Can I help you?” he said in sharp tone, making it clear that he didn’t mean the question as he turned his head to give them a stony glare face to face. 

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Where: Vellichor Books, Muggle London Present: Cassidy & ??? (Open)

As the bell above the shop door chimed, Cassidy closed her book. It was one of those old romance novels - the ones where the sensual image of the half-undressed man and the beautiful lady looked like they were painted. She was still considering the cover as the customer approached the front desk. “Don’t you think all men should walk around dressed like this? I just think the world would be a happier place if more people had their tits out on a daily basis.” She turned the book cover so they could see, looking up at them as she awaited their response. 

[jehannandancer]

» i said brrr

non-mission task board: By mid-winter, the students at the academy are getting restless from being cooped inside for so long. The remaining faculty have decided to spice up the monotony by employing a few of the students to help them chip blocks of ice out of the pond. But there’s a twist: one participant will stand in the middle of the pond and work toward the outer edges while their partner works on the outside. Plan your blocks strategically so that the ice doesn’t give out and your partner plunges into frigid water. Didn’t expect a trust-building exercise, did you? [Grants Authority +1] 

As someone that grew up in the desert, the cold of winter is both a welcomed changed and a nuisance. She’s so used to the freedom of movement from her usual garbs, but if she does so now, especially when outside, she’d turn into a popsicle.

“Are you quite alright over there?” Tethys calls out to her partner in middle of the pond, hoping they’re not too careless. They’ve been at it for a while, and she’s safely by the edges, even she feels nervous as she chips through the ice. “Perhaps it’s time for a short break, would you like to--”

It was faint, but she definitely heard it, a crack of a whip in the near distance. She grows wary and takes a quick look around, searching for the source but falls short, too late to notice the cracks that have formed all around the pond. They were so small, but with enough cracks, the whole thing crumbles, and Tethys watches in horror as her partners soon falls from where they’re standing. 

She drops what she’s carrying and makes a run for it, hoping to reach them in time and assist, only to hear that sound again, only this time, it was much louder, nearer... And as she took another step forward, Tethys feels the ground beneath her fall, foot plunging down first, followed by the rest of her as she’s immediately greeted by the freezing waters. “--!!”

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Where: One of the bars, your choice Present: Cassidy & ??? (Open)

It wasn’t like Cassidy had a gaggle of drinking buddies, but there was usually some group of acquaintances she could join. It was easier to bum a drink off of a bunch of drunks. Tonight would be on hard mode then. Donning her most confident smirk, she slid into the nearest seat opposite a lone patron. “Congratulations, it’s your lucky night. You get to buy a very interesting girl a drink.”

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Location: Gringotts Bank Present: Kimiko & ??? (Open)

Kimiko hummed in thought as her gaze followed the high arches of Gringotts’ ceiling. If you pushed aside the desks and threw some lights in key locations, it could be a killer venue. She wondered if the goblins ever rented the space out. She wondered if she could convince them. As she turned to leave, she noticed she’d been joined in her little corner by another curious party. “I’m not casing the joint, I promise. I’m trying to imagine the acoustics. Do you think I’d get kicked out if I yelled to test them?”

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Location: Any supply shop in Diagon Alley Present: Clifford and ??? (Open)

Any experienced Herbologist could warn you about the difficulty of tending to Devil’s Snare. Firstly, they were rare as hell. They weren’t just your mom’s potted daisies, available on every street corner. Buying a snipping required a fair bit of administration. Secondly, they were, of course, incredibly deadly. If they latched on to a victim who wasn’t well-educated in their weaknesses, it was an immediate death sentence. Finally, they were damn difficult to maintain. Not only did their growth stop in sunlight, but they withered in hot temperatures. And then you had to take their sentience into account.

Recent studies had shown that Devil’s Snare had enough of a mind to rival that of a Mandrake - though they were less obvious in their outward signs of this. During their initial maturation, they required something firm to latch onto to help with the development of their creepers. A trellis, or even a simple rod would do. Nothing organic. It could not be stressed enough how important it was to not touch Devil’s Snare before it latched.

Clifford smiled politely at a passing customer as he stood waiting for the shop clerk to come back with his request. The Devil’s Snare currently latched to his right forearm was happy, its pot nestled in a sling bag over his shoulder, and its vines hidden from the sun by the sling he’d wrapped around his arm. Keeping his arm still was tricky - and it made communication a real bitch. Without being able to gesture with his hands while he spoke, he lost an element of clarity from his side. The clerk barely seemed to understand his impediment, and he partly wondered if the clerk had just wandered off without any real idea of what he said. It was frustrating to say the least.

[jehannandancer]

» an early morning encounter

During one of the missions outside of the monastery that Tethys volunteered to assist, the Jehannan dancer finds herself awake too early into the morning. The sun hasn’t risen yet, and most people were still asleep. Save for those that kept watch, she assumes, eyes adjusting after freshly waking up.

She feels rested enough and couldn’t find it in herself to go back to sleep... They should be departing after breakfast, and from then on, another arduous journey on horseback. It will be some time until she can stretch her legs freely and move about.

And it is with that reason that she feels now was the perfect time to ‘exercise’. Enjoy the freedom while it lasts before she’s forced to stay in one position for a long period of time.

She exits her tent and finds a quiet spot in the camp. It wasn’t too hard-- most were still asleep. Once she does, she begins, foot arched and heel touching the ground, an arm extended above as if reaching for the dark skies.

It starts off slow, but eventually, she kicks off.  

She never tires of this feeling, no matter how many times she does feels it. Her braid whips around her waist, bracelets letting out a slight jingle, as she moves along the music in her head, a clear rhythm followed, her feat continuously moving. Every time her body twists, and for each time her heel strikes a different part of the ground, Tethys is filled with elation, enjoying herself in her self-indulgent performance.

It felt like such a short moment, but even so, sweat starts trickling down her neck, her routine nearing its end. After a single twist, she leaps from the ground, only to land on her left foot. Quickly, she raises her right leg upward, balance now solely on her left left as she attempts a vertical split. She arches her back and bends her right knee, toes almost touching the back of her head.

She locks her breath in her chest, not a single sign of trembling in sight as she stays in her pose for a good few seconds.