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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2017 9:53:17 GMT -8
They arrived to the stone bridge that led to the dark and imposing Castle Loxnighton and hopped off the broom, Winnie taking it into her hand. She turned to the little girl. "Let's fix you up a little," Winnie said to her and began to use her broom to brush off any cloudlings that clung to Roseanne Fletcher She then looked at her clothes. "Oh, that won't do." Winnie snapped her fingers, and they instantly turned black. "Now, come along. You'll be late for class," Winnie told Roseanne, turning on her heel and walking quickly to a castle that looked as if it might have at one time belonged to someone named Vlad the Impaler or Vasili the Gouger or something of as equally terrible reputation. "Well? Come, come!" Winnie said, clapping her hands as they moved toward the drawbridge and it creeeeeaked down to the yawning darkness of the castle. The blonde necromancer witch breezed easily in, and called out in a song-song voice. "Yoohoo! I'm back! I've good news about Wendy, and I've brought another acolyyyyyte!" Winnie gestured for Roseanne to hurry up, impatient with the way the girl was no doubt staring at the foul and threatening exterior of the castle.
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Roseanne Fletcher
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Post by Roseanne Fletcher on Aug 30, 2017 11:14:38 GMT -8
Roseanne hopped off the broom, eyes wide with fright. The flight had been her first time off the ground, and had been quite an experience. While it had been exhilarating, she'd found herself clinging on for dear life lest she fall. She gave Winnie a shaky glance, then gasped as her clothes suddenly turned black. It was definitely quite a change from her usual pale pastels, although she had to admit that it suited her. However, she didn't have much time to admire them before Winnie headed off again. That woman was always going somewhere else and doing something new, Roseanne decided. Certainly a far cry from her mother.
"Class? W-what do you mean class? Is the class in there?"
She stared at the imposing castle, wondering if she'd been deceived. All the stories she'd been told of witches kidnapping children suddenly came back to her, and she shivered nervously. Still, there wasn't much else for her to do besides follow the bouncy blonde woman, so follow she did.
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Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Sept 1, 2017 9:41:02 GMT -8
Fenrir had been seeking out the witch coven for a couple months, and had finally narrowed down their location. After his disastrous trip to Sakand, he had once more felt lost, and, much as he hated it, had decided to seek the advice of witches.
He moved through the woods around the Castle carefully, making very little sound as he kept on the lookout for any thing approaching, but the gates were just ahead, and so far nothing had bothered him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 15:29:39 GMT -8
Roseanne and Winnie made it inside, of course, but Fenrir Skargard and Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake would not be so lucky. As soon as the strangers began to step upon the bridge that led to the place, ghostly ghouls rose up from the stones, screaming at such high pitches that humans and dogs alike would wince and fall back. The sky darkened, blackened, and clouds roiled. The ghouls looked terrifying, their red eyes blazing as they looked at the-- "INTRUDERRSSSS!!!" they screamed. "INTRUDERRRSSS!! GO AWAYYYYY! STAY AWAAAAYYY!!!" They screached, roiling and slithering among each other in their acid-green smoke... ... yet they didn't come closer to Fenrir and Riley and Cheesecake. Hm.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 15:47:51 GMT -8
The castle looked cold and commandeering. Indeed, the foyer that @winnie and Roseanne Fletcher walked into was completely uninviting. Were those bones in that corner? But with a sudden gust of a smell of flowers and something sweet and a swirl of glitter, one of the most beautiful women that Roseanne had likely ever seen stood in the foyer. She wore a gown of deep, deep pink, that glittered as she moved, and a wide hat just like Winnie's -- except it was pink as well. Floating lights of red, green, and blue bobbed around her. " Winnifred, please," the woman said, her violet eyes blinking at Winnie's bold behavior. " We can hear you, darling. Inside voice!" She chimed. And then she turned to look at Roseanne, her golden hair shining as if it really was gold. She smiled, and her smile filled Roseanne with the warmth of cookies and milk, Christmas morning, cozy socks, and hot cocoa on rainy days. " Hello dear. I am Wyllonia. You a--?" Her question was cut off when she heard the banshees going off on the drawbridge to the castle. A brow arched on her face, and with all the grace of a Disney Princess, she drifted toward a dreary window. From their side, it looked like Fenrir Skargard and Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake were simply stopped on the bridge by nothing. " Have you brought men home, Winnie? You know how the girls feel about men," Wyllonia gently scolded Winnie.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 16:08:42 GMT -8
Before Winnie could begin to speak about Roseanne, the waif-like girl that she was, the howling banshees began to raise the alarm. Winnie moved to another window and rose up on the tip-toes of her high-heeled boots to see Fenrir Skargard and Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on the drawbridge. "Of course I didn't bring them," Winnie said. "The idiots must have figured out how to get up here." She stepped down and seemed to brush off her little black dress and then tilt her flower-rimmed witch's hat just so on her head. Ingehard the Rabbit bounced toward her boots. "Shall I deal with them, Wyllonia?" Winnie asked. "It's been such a long time since I've added any toads to my collection," Winnie said wistfully. She glanced at Roseanne. "Have you ever had toad frosting on a toad cake? Mm, if you haven't, you will. It's delicious, I assure you."
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Fenrir Skargard
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Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Sept 22, 2017 18:44:01 GMT -8
"Fuck off." The irate wolf says to both Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake and the ghasts. The screaming was an irritant that caused his ears to flatten, but the runes on his blade and armor glowed intensely as he strode forward, heedless of the ethereal ghasts. Ice followed him as he walked, and cold air could be seen wafting off of the metal parts of his armor. "I wish to see the witches who reside here" he states, not really addressing the ghasts, but whoever conjured them.
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Roseanne Fletcher
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Post by Roseanne Fletcher on Sept 25, 2017 7:44:07 GMT -8
Roseanne beamed at the witch in pink. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all! After all, her mother had always told her that ugly people were the source of the world's problems. Clearly, this witch couldn't be evil, she was beautiful and sparkly and pink.
"I...I'm Roseanne. Winnie just brought me here, I don't know why...but I've never had a toad cake before. My mother didn't like toads, or cakes...so they weren't allowed in the house. I don't know what she liked, to be honest. Not very much, as far as I know. Are you going to turn them into toads? Can I see? I've never seen anyone get turned into anything before."
She looked around the witch in pink, but saw a disappointing lack of cute animals. Turning her attention back to Ingehard, she bent down and gently patted the bunny on the head.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 20:25:56 GMT -8
Wyllonia smiled a beautiful smile at Roseanne Fletcher and reached out to pay her gently on the shoulder. "In just a moment, darling," she said in her princess voice, casting a look at @winnie. "I have to deal with something just now, but Winnie will take great care of you." She turned to make her way when she saw the gathering of witches that were beginning to crowd up the hallways and the corridors and the stairwells as they took a peek to see Fenrir Skargard outside. Wyllonia clapped her hands. "Girls! No goggling. Back to your studies. Winnifred, please show Roseanne to her robes and hat and all the essentials," the glittering blonde witch said before she took up her volumnious skirts in hand and she twirled-- -- only to reappear where the ghast had once been on the gangway toward Castle Loxnighton. She was utterly feminine, not a bit about Wyllonia hard or rough. She turned her gentle face to the wolfman, the ghast disappearing altogether. "I'm most apologetic that you've traveled all this way, but you see, we don't want you here so I politely ask you to leave." Wyllonia smiled a beautiful smile. "If you'd like, I can bless you with food and water on your journey back down the mountain." And she just expected him to follow orders.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 20:46:01 GMT -8
Winnie blinked her round blue eyes at @wyllonia and put a hand to her chest. "Me?" she questioned, as Ingeharde twitched its nose. Roseanne was almost ignored -- she'd have to get used to that sensation if she insisted on speaking as much and as often as she did. The girls that were curious about Fenrir Skargard still watched from the windows, but Winnie took Roseanne Fletcher's hand and began to lead her toward one of the stairways. "Up, up, up! Out of my way! Back to your classes, lovelies!" Winnie ushered in her sing-song voice, blonde curls bouncing around her face. As soon as Roseanne came to the second floor, the "vibe" of Castle Loxnighton became instantly inviting. The curiosity of Fenrir melted away to the curiosity of the waif of a girl that was Roseanne. "What's her name? I mean, what's her true name? How old is she? What is her talent? Where did you find her? Has she got a familiar yet? Has she been paired with a broom? Where is her grimoire?" The questions came from all directions as girls aged from six to sixteen swirled about Roseanne and Winnie. "Ladies!" Winnie called, one hand still holding Roseanne's firmly in the inviting corridor that was all maple wood and carpet and warmly glowing sconces on the walls. "Let me get her settled in first, and then you can ask her all the questions you want!" she said. They retreated into a room with a pentagram at the center and a different colored candle at each point. Winnie placed Roseanne at the center. "Now then, choose your talent!" she said and stepped back out of the circle, Ingeharde hopping beside her booties and twitching her nose at Roseanne. The girl was given absolutely no other information, and Winnie waited outside the circle for Roseanne to do something!
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Roseanne Fletcher
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Post by Roseanne Fletcher on Oct 31, 2017 7:39:10 GMT -8
Roseanne's head spun around on a swivel as she tried to take in all the sights and sounds of the castle. Were all these girls witches-in-training? Some of them were younger than she was, and the others weren't much older. Perhaps she'd be able to fit in here after all! The bombardment of questions was a bit overwhelming, and she was glad when Winnie said that she would get settled in. Perhaps she'd be given a broom, and some robes, and maybe even a bunny rabbit...but a moment later, she found herself in the middle of the pentagram, with no instructions of any kind. What was she supposed to do here? Was she supposed to know how to choose her talent? What did that even mean? Perhaps there was some mistake, maybe this school was for girls who already knew a little bit of magic. She didn't know anything...but then what? Did she have to admit that she didn't know any magic? They'd send her home to Aunt Roxanne, who didn't want her...or even worse, her mother, who wanted her even less. Roseanne shuffled her feet nervously, wringing her hands and sniffling.
"I...I don't know what you want me to do...how do I choose a talent? What is this? I've never...actually done any magic before, please don't throw me out..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 15:32:28 GMT -8
Winnie blinked her round blue eyes at Roseanne Fletcher's uncomfortableness. " You've never used magic before?" she asked in her soft, feminine lilt, surprise heavy in her tone. " Well! Hm. It... Hm." She was, for the moment, stumped for words. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at Ingeharde, who'se nose twitched right back up at her. How to explain magic? Winnie had never known a moment without it! " Well, you just.... " Wendy blinked and stared at Roseanne, who stood in the middle of the pentagram in the velvet-draped room as candles continued to flicker, patiently waiting for either one of the witches to do something.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 15:53:40 GMT -8
A sudden voice came from the side, where a door was "hidden" in the shadows and velvet.
"what are you doing." It was dead pan, and muffled, as the voice spoke from behind a long-beaked masked. There was a girl with a flat witch's hat standing there, dressed all in black with no skin showing but for her neck and her hands. Her long hair was as black as the rest of her outfit and in a single braid that hung like a noose over one shoulder.
It was hard to tell if she was staring at Roseanne, but it felt like it!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 15:55:51 GMT -8
Winnie screamed! and Ingeharde simultaneously poo'd a little pebble and turned a different color in shock at Wilma's sudden appearance. In typical Southern Bell fashion, Winnie's hand flew up to her chest.
"Oh, Wilma! You know I hate it when you sneak up on me," she said with a pout as cute as any doll's, her hands propping once again at her hips.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 15:57:02 GMT -8
Wilma stared at Winnie now (from behind her mask.)
"i knocked three times. no one answered. so i came in."
She barely even moved but for that turn of her head, swinging the long nose of the plague mask in Winnie's direction rather than Roseanne's.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 15:58:51 GMT -8
Winnie scoffed. Scoffed! And she gave a little toss of her head so her golden curls bounced around her pretty little shoulders. Ingeharde tried to subtly nudge the little pebble of poo away, using a bunny foot to hide it under the shadows of a nearby table that stored an assortment of books and jars and papers.
"No, you didn't. You spooked in like you always do. It's so very rude, Wilma. Does Wyllonia know that you still do that, hmmmmm?" Winnie asked in her pretty princess voice.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 16:00:04 GMT -8
A beat. Two. And then Wilma's beak-nosed plague mask turned back to Roseanne Fletcher so the scrawny-looking new girl could feel the weight of the creepy witch's stare from behind the netting of the mask's eyes. " who's she."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 16:03:26 GMT -8
Winnie swept forward, entering the circle with its five-star pentacle in order to put an arm around Roseanne Fletcher's shoulders. She smiled brightly at Wilma, because Winnie seemed to do everything brightly. At the very least, emotionally. " This is Roseanne! I took her from that city down in the plains -- you know the one -- Isra? Mm, she's a poor orphan girl with a family who absolutely hates her, poor thing. So I brought her here to learn how to be a witch, because she's very interested in being a witch, aren't you, darling?" Winnie asked Roseanne. The question was apparently rhetorical because Winnie breezed on. " So of course, we're in here to try and discover Roseanne's talent, but I'm not sure how to get her to use her magic. Perhaps she has none? How did you find your talent, Wilma? I found mine so very very long ago, and really it's a traumatizing story -- what with bringing my Nan-nan back from the dead, but--" She laughed and batted a hand in the air. "I can tell that story later."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 16:06:21 GMT -8
Another beat.
Another again.
"don't mind winnie. she's always been stupid." Wilma said, and stepped forward. She was taller that Roseanne, but it was made apparently that she was only so because the black-haired girl wore platform boots that laced up her shins.
"think about what makes you happiest, whatever it is. close your eyes. concentrate on it. and your talent will be revealed."
It was easy-enough advice! Better than what Roseanne had gotten so far from Winnie, which was odd because although Winnie appeared older and Wilma seemed very young (for all her 'grave' appearance), it seemed Wilma had better maturity.
Or at least better guidance.
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