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Post by loekie on Feb 20, 2009 11:16:57 GMT 1
((Awsome! don't worry about it!))
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Post by mysteriousxrose on Mar 13, 2009 23:20:21 GMT 1
Evie looked at the rug, stoking a finger against it. It might’ve been a soft rug at one time. Maybe. Possibly. Oh, she was asking her a question now. Azkaban? Evie sighed for the millionth time in one night. She was way in over her head. What was she doing? Exposing all of the wizarding world like this. She must be nuts. But then again, there was no one else to help her. She might as well be sent to hell fully instead of partially. “Azkaban is the wizard’s prison,†she said, “It used to be bad until….†she trailed off for a minute. She didn’t have to explain about Voldemort did she? That was going a little too far into things she thought. “Anyway, this bad guy released everyone and the dementors helped,†Evie nodded to herself. There a quick and uncomplicated explanation, right? Nothing too badly revealing. She hoped.
Evie’s eyes widened. From the descriptions this girl had just described Voldemort perfectly. “How do you know about Voldemort?†she whispered. This was getting very complicated. “This doesn’t make sense,†she mused, standing up. She began to pace, not a normal habit. This girl was a muggle wasn’t she? She didn’t show any signs of knowing fully about the wizarding world. Or maybe it was some serial killer that wanted to kill all magic and was just playing with her. No.. that was just being paranoid, she told herself although she didn’t believe it. She ran a hand through her hair.
“I’m fine,†she said waving away the concern. There was much more important issues going on right now. But she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. Telling her about Voldemort meant telling her about basically the whole history of wizards. But not telling her left her at a disadvantage because obviously this girl knew something about vampires. So… where did that leave her?
Then she remembered something, why hadn’t she been asking any questions? She’d had a whole investigation for an hour or something. Now it was her turn to ask the questions.
“What are you?†asked Evie sharply. She stopped pacing and turned around quickly, crossing her arms under her chest. She had the right to know anyway. She had just given out half of her secrets, it was Malou’s time to be uncomfortable.
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Post by loekie on Mar 13, 2009 23:57:57 GMT 1
Malou frowned. A wizardian prison? Everyone let out? some bad guy? That was just great. Like the normal vampires and demons weren’t enough, she’d have to deal with fucked up wizards? Just her luck…
She cringed inwardly. She should have just kept her mouth shut, it was too late now and soon the question came. She tilted her head “I… had a dream…” she eventually explained as the other started pacing. Then she turned around the blonde slayer sighed. Okay so the other girl had a right to know, hadn’t she? She sighed deeply before finally starting to explain.
“I… I’m the slayer..” she started “In every generations there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires, demons and other forces of darkness” she droned. She’d heard it quiet often really. Her watcher had said it often enough. She remembered when she’d come home from tennis-practise around 7 pm. This old guy had stopped her as she was heading home. He’d told her he’d wanted a word, and, even though her parents had taught her never ever to talk to strangers, something had told her this was important. The 12 year old had stopped and listened. He had taken her to the local graveyard where she had first learned of her ‘calling’. From then on it had been a struggle to find ways of sneaking out every night to do her job. She didn’t have time for her friends anymore and it had been ever so hard for the still very young girl. She was a quick study though and had soon grown up and did what needed to be done.
Then one night a few months ago she come home, completely worn out after a busy night to find the drained carcasses of her parents on the floor. She had swallowed, rushed to the phone and made the needed arrangements while consoling her siblings. She had made sure they could stay together with the help of her watcher. She had tried to take over the role of housewife, mother and father, but found that that was just impossible with everything else she had going on. the blonde had found it impossible. She sighed as she turned back to the problem at hand “now, who’s this Voldemort and where can I find him?” she questioned. It seemed like a job that called for some major muscle and she’d at least try and destroy him if he turned out to, indeed, be ‘bad’. She turned to the girl “look, I know you’re probably freaked out and whatnot with everything that has just happened, but honestly, I don’t have time for that. The time I waste, people are getting killed” she added hoping it would be slightly encouraging. Malou just wouldn’t allow people to getting killed on her watch. Not anymore. She knew her parents death had been her fault. She should have been there. My god, what a slayer she was. Couldn’t even protect the people around her. She shook this of though. It didn’t matter anymore. They were dead.. buried .. over and done with. Or so the teen let herself to believe….
She turned to the other girl again “I saw the guy in a, what they call, slayer-dream” she sighed “which usually never means anything good” she sighed “they are prophetic dreams” she then explained the other question, closing her eyes for a second.
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