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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 1, 2009 13:33:26 GMT -5
Roxy followed the children, her tail wagging and her mood overall the best in the room, apparently not understanding the seriousness of the situation. The black and white collie dog had a generally optimistic demeanor it seemed, which was like most dogs, really. Everything was fine and good, you know... unless someone yelled at you or hit you or something. She let loose a little bark as she trotted around the group, her instincts leading her to the act of herding the little group, even though it wasn't necessary in the slightest.
Einin followed Elandil suit, "You do realize... that despite your anger, the judicial system could likely find a better punishment for him, because I personally do feel that imprisonment is much crueller than death." he pointed out, though obviously not thinking his words were going to cause any changes in the woman's demeanor which was rather... unproffessional and childish. Such a loss of controll was something to be frowned upon, even with the surrounding circumstances.
Gavin stood looking out the window where Promethius had fallen, he seemed to have survive the fall which seemed to close the deal for him and he jumped from the ledge, falling, falling, falling till he made a painful impact with the water, which shocked him at first till he came to his senses, swimming to the shore with a bit more speed than Promethius had since he himself wasn't weighted down with robes. "How could you have done such a thing?" her growled, the question more rhetorical than anything. It was obvious that he was furious, even a bit disbelieving if it wasn't for how everything added up so perfectly to this having to be the truth. Promethius had done it and he would be punished. The man, Gavin was simply blessedly reserved and calm when it came to his anger- he had learned long ago that when one's temper soared unchecked, often it was the people you cared dearly about who were made to suffer for your misdoings. He himself guessed that it would be maybe ten minutes before Elandil reached where he and Promethius were and he glared at the disgusting man with dark eyes.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 3, 2009 0:01:23 GMT -5
“Oh I quite agree” she said evilly as she walked down the lawn toward the lake. “Death would be too kind and he would enjoy the solitude of a prison cell. You will soon learn why bards where never messed with even though we had few offensive abilities.” The tension was slowly leaving her body, her anger replaced with cold controlled hatred and determination. The power that was surrounding her concentrated, giving itself off less but becoming stronger. She flashed an evil grin as she saw how pathetic the man she used to call her husband looked. He finally realized how out of his league he was. She was surprised this didn’t come when her own son beat him up. “Get up you sniveling prat.” she snarled at him. “And look me in the eye.” Prometheus tried to do this but could not hold the powerful gaze for more than a second before he had to look away. Rhyme and Alina stayed by the door holding Sam as they watched their mother with awe. They never saw her use her full bardic powers before. The most she ever did was small things to affect the weather or to help the plants and animals of the forest they lived in. Now they were going to see a darker side of the bards. What they bards could give to a creature they could also take away. “Listen well Prometheus and take one last look at our children if you wish. For after this you will never be near them again. If not I then soon they will be old enough to beat you, Rhyme already has.” Her voice left nothing to be changed. It was a cold statement of fact. She knew exactly what she was doing. The poem had written itself in her mind as she walked down the stairs. It was as if something higher up had written it for her. What horrid knowledge that I had slowly begot Will not remain hidden from the masses' thought And to cause your shoulders to hang with shame Over those deeds you are known to have wrought So shall every soul know your act to your name.
But do not think that this decree is through For it is a curse that comes as a terrible two One part for each daughter that you have abused, A separate scourge for will be given unto you And so two cursing incantations must be used.
Knowledge you seek and knowledge I give A burden of knowledge as long as you live Revealed to you from every being you do find A single fact singled out through a magical sieve What it is they think of you within their mind.
And here given to you is your special tailored curse Bound to body and mind through this verse Not to be forgotten and not to be cast off But to follow you till your corpse be in a hearse And your coffin lay down in an earthen trough. As she spoke all the sound around them vanished. The world hushed not a thing could be heard but her voice, not the tweet of birds, or the rustle of the winds. From the windows students stared down at the large use of power of a time long since lost. Sam hugged her face into the back of Rhyme’s coat as she continued to try and block out the sights and sounds around her. At the end of the poem the sound came rushing back. Prometheus stood there dazed, with a low ringing sound in his ears. He stared at the people waiting for something more to happen.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 3, 2009 8:28:28 GMT -5
Einin stood a small distance away and Roxy trotted up to his side, moving her head to meet his fingertips to prompt a scratch behind her ears. A quiet expression on his face as he watched the curse be cast on the man. 'Well then, let's see how the wretched little thing copes.' he thought to himself quietly. He silently crossed his arms over his chest and the border shepherd looked up with dismay at the loss of a comforting hand, a small whine coming from it's throat as it sat there, lifting her paws and shuffling them about nervously. "So...?" He asked, looking towards the silent man in the dripping robes. He didn't necessarily expect much, but this dumb fool stupidly oggling the bard was actually letting him down. He at least expected some kind of imprudent, awkward little speech from him, or some ranting of some percieved injustice acted against him though honestly there was only justice in the situation and justice did seem to be cruel and vicious at times.
Quietly walking towards the shore, Gavin didn't lend his glance to Elandil, nor to the man who stared dumbly. He directed his gaze to the ground, shaking his head as he held one hand over his flute quietly. It was a subconscious gesture, the tossing of curses around and those who are casting the curses being so viciously angered. He brought his gaze to Elandil, "He has no further purpose here, and so we are done with him?" he asked, "There's no use in spoiling good company with dregs such as this." he motioned towards Promethius. Someone could possibly be grievously hurt if the woman remained here in such an angered state as she was.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 4, 2009 14:02:27 GMT -5
“Yes,” she said softly as she turned and began to walk back to the school. As she walked she tried to push the thought of Prometheus from her mind to find peace again. “I will play a song of reversing to put the cafeteria back in sorts. It is too much to ask the staff of Twilight Moon to clean up that mess.”
Even through it all she had kept her considering nature. It was her ability to make the children feel so loved they didn’t need their dad’s love as much as other children that kept them together. As she walked toward the school the tension slowly left her body. Her anger was slowly turning into depression for doing what she had to do. Looking back she would never enjoy what she did but would always agree that it had to be done.
As she passed Rhyme and Sam and Alina she took Sam’s hand and got her off of Rhyme’s back. Giving her kind smile and leading her by the hand back into the school.
“Its okay my dear” she whispered softly to Sam as they walked and Sam’s tears began to slow as did her muttering.
Prometheus clasps his hands over his ears as the voices or thoughts of the people around him flooded his mind. It hurt terribly his ego to hear over 500 students and over 100 teachers saying how horrible he was and how they hated his guts. He crumpled to his knees and could not move, in total shock from the sensory overload. He was never a really good mage so he had issues with the smallest bit of extra energy. All the energy from the peoples thought was more then enough to put him into an overload state.
“Make it stop, please make it stop” he croaked in pain as he rocked back and forth on the ground.
Rhyme rolled his eyes at this and at Gavin’s words to that Prometheus should leave made a circular gesture with his hand and then a sweeping one. At the circular gesture a sphere of ribbons surrounded his father and then began to roll with the sweeping gesture. The orb rolled down the softly decreasing grade and into the thickets of the forest. It would carry him deep into the forest before falling apart. It should be enough to let him recollect himself. That or he would get eaten by the forest animals, Rhyme didn’t really care which happened. After that was done he and Alina followed their mother back into the school, not as depressed as their mother but not exactly happy either.
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