What if these characters met?
- This topic has 246 replies, 7 voices, and was last updated 3 years, 8 months ago by .
-
Posts
-
I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!! Hagrid is one of the best characters ever!
Also, yeah, I agree on the two-day hiatus. Wingiby? What do you think?
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
YES I know he can be the absolute sweetest!!
What I know in my head and what I believe in my heart are two entirely different things.
I’m so sorry to leave you hanging!!! Please excuse my extreme lack of participation! And @kylie-wingfeather , I think a two-day hiatus sounds totally fine! Also, @everybody, I might join back on after that hiatus; I’ll have to see. I’ve been a bit busy lately, so it all depends. Anyway, TTFN!
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.HAPPY EASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hallelujah! He is Risen!
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
He is Risen indeed!
_________________________________________________________________________________________
An enormous man and his equally large dog (someone please correct me if I’m wrong about Fang’s size) stepped into the room.
Rupert tensed as his eyes fell on the man’s towering form, and stepped to the side quickly.
He was enormous.
Bigger than anyone Rupe had ever seen, though Gilgamesh (along with a couple of other transmortals) was a close second.
Rupert wasn’t scared of the transmortals. They were powerful, true, but they were also bound by the treaties of the Order — that is, they had been — and risked Burial if they attacked Order members outright a minimum of three times, or broke their treaties.
Not that that had ever really stopped Gilgamesh.
Rupert could still remember that day when the huge transmortal had (SPOILER WARNING FOR THOSE NOT YET PAST PAGES 163 – 172 OF BOOK 2) nearly murdered Cyrus and Antigone.
Gilgamesh had blown up the Water Cube where the two Journeymen had been swimming, and had chased them into the Polygon after they’d survived. Nolan had held him off long enough for Rupert to arrive. Rupe had shot Gil in the head through his ear.
The bullet had only stunned him. (SPOILERS OVER)
Rupert let his left hand drift discreetly toward one of his revolvers.
Ahsoka shot him a look, clearly noticing, then strode up to the huge man. “Hello Hagrid,” she said to him. “Find anything useful?”
“Well, I ‘ave found some things, but I’m not real sure how useful you’ll find ’em,” said the big man — no, said Hagrid. He reached inside his coat, and produced a small collection of antique toys as Rupe tried to identify his thick accent. “I found ’em in some sort o’ old nursery, just sittin’ around gatherin’ dust, lookin’ all sad an’ lonely, so I thought I’d jus’ bring a few back here, see if any o’ you could find any fun in them.” He passed them out to the kids, who accepted them readily.
Leeli leaned on her crutch as she took one of the cloth dolls in her hands. “They’re so pretty!” she exclaimed, then, smiling wide, threw her arms around Hagrid’s leg as she whispered, “Thank you.”
“Aw, no need t’ thank me, they’s just some ol’ toys,” Hagrid said to the girl, looking a bit sheepish.
Rupert remained silent, watching the two.
He took his hand away from his revolver, and crossed his arms.
At least Hagrid, whoever he was, wasn’t hurting the kids.
But Rupert still didn’t trust him.
Not yet.
He couldn’t.
To risk it simply wasn’t an option.
But then again, there were two transmortals that Rupe trusted. Arachne and Nikales. Snake boy and spider girl.
And Hagrid might not even be a transmortal.
Rupert caught Hagrid’s eyes, and made sure that the big man saw the strength therein, the blood of ancient heroes that ran through his veins.
For the kids’ sake, Rupert would give Hagrid a chance.
He would wait, and he would keep an open mind, and he would see what there was to be seen.
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
@winter_rose @kylie-wingfeather @wingiby-iggiby
*raises eyebrow* Hello? You guys here?
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
Sorry!! I was the last one to write a section before you, so I thought I’d let someone else go, so it sort of cycled evenly between us?? Anyway, I can get something up first thing tomorrow if no one else needs to…
What I know in my head and what I believe in my heart are two entirely different things.
Ahh! Sorry y’all, I’ve been kinda busy, and I just… forgot, I guess. I’ll try to write something tomorrow!
~Kylie
*wanders off to scold herself for not writing sooner*
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
“I’m hungry,” Kalmar announced.
“You’re always hungry,” Janner said.
“I’m hungry too,” Ron said. “So is Harry.”
Harry looked up, puzzled. “I am?” Ron nudged Harry emphatically with his elbow.
“Yeah. You are.” Harry shrugged.
“All right. I’m hungry,” he said.
“Boys,” Hermione muttered, rolling her eyes.
“We’re going to look for some food!” Ron called, dragging Harry and Kalmar to the door.
“You three shouldn’t be out there on your own. It’s still dangerous,” Ahsoka said. Ron waved her off.
“Kalmar has got his sword, and Harry and I have our wands. We’ll be fine,” Ron reassured Ahsoka before he shut the door. The three boys scampered away, footsteps echoing back into the room.
Hermione approached Ahsoka. “Maybe we should send someone after them,” she said slowly. “Even if they’re not in trouble with Macha, they could still get lost.”
“Yes, I agree. Rex, would you…?” Ahsoka turned to the clone captain. Rex nodded and gave a quick salute before heading after the boys.
“What exactly did he mean by ‘wands’?” Rupert asked, looking over to Hermione.
“Magic wands,” she said. “You know, for casting spells.” Rupert gave her an extremely weird look. Hermione shrugged helplessly. “Hexes, jinxes, charms? You do know what those are, right?”
What I know in my head and what I believe in my heart are two entirely different things.
@winter_rose @kylie-wingfeather
Thanks you guys 🙂 🙂
_________________________________________________________________________________________
“We’re going to look for some food!” Ron called back over his shoulder, already having dragged Kalmar and Harry halfway to the door.
“You three shouldn’t be out there on your own,” Ahsoka protested, her eyes hardening. “It’s still dangerous.”
Ron ignored her, instead continuing on his way toward the door. “Kalmar has got his sword, and Harry and I have our wands. We’ll be fine.” He shutting the door behind him and his friends.
Rupert stiffened at the word wands.
Surely the boy couldn’t have meant actual wands. . . right?
Rupe didn’t think that he’d ever heard of child sorcerers anywhere before, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t exist.
He emerged from a sea of confusing thoughts just in time to see Ahsoka send one of the clones — someone she had called Rex — after the boys; probably as a protective measure.
Rupert looked at the girl that Harry had called Hermione. “What exactly did he mean by wands?” he asked, hoping that it wasn’t what he’d thought Ron had meant.
Hermione looked at him strangely. “Magic wands,” she answered. “You know, for casting spells.”
Please mean children’s toys. Please mean children’s toys.
Hermione must have mistaken his expression for confusion, because she shrugged helplessly, and tried to elaborate. “Hexes, jinxes, charms? You do know what those are, right?”
Boy did he.
Clones.
A mythological owl-witch.
Child sorcerers.
What didn’t this place have?
Magic was forbidden within the Order of Brendan. Some would say that to fight against it was one of the reasons that the O of B even existed.
Rupert had seen what magic could do. He had seen the havoc it could wreak, the lives it could destroy. He had seen the monsters it could summon. He had seen men kill without remorse just to get their hands on one small shard of a magical artifact. Of a tooth.
Rupert resisted the urge to let one — or both — of his hands drift toward his revolvers. His guns would do little good against magic. If a fight was what it came down to, he was going to need the element of surprise.
But against children?
No, Rupert would avoid that until he had no other options left.
He returned his focus to Hermione, and saw her wither underneath his powerful gaze. “Answer me truthfully,” he said, and he knew that she could hear the suspicion in his voice. “Are you a sorceress, a witch, a worker of magic?”
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
Hermione shrunk under Rupert’s intense stare. She normally wasn’t very timid, but something about the way this man looked at her made her shudder.
“Answer me truthfully,” Rupert started, drawing out each word slowly, emphatically, his tone saturated with distrust. “Are you a scorceress, a witch, a worker of magic?”
He spoke of magic as if it was something dark, something wretched, something vile. He seemed to be referring to black magic, the evil sort, the kind fobidden at Hogwarts. Hermione knew of muggles that would treat magic with the same revulsion.
But Rupert also spoke as one with experience, as one who has seen the work of magic firsthand. He couldn’t possibly be a muggle. Not a normal muggle, at any rate.
But why did he hate magic so much?
She met his dark eyes and glimpsed… something. A flash of memory, a flicker of his past. He’d seen magic all right. But he’d never seen the good it could yield.
“Black magic, dark powers, the kinds of scorcery you have seen… those are awful things!” Hermione exclaimed. “What Harry and Ron and I have… it isn’t evil. I promise you that. What we have is good, something that can be beautiful and helpful and, and even life-saving!”
Rupert crossed his arms. He still didn’t look convinced.
What I know in my head and what I believe in my heart are two entirely different things.
@winter_rose @kylie-wingfeather @wingiby-iggiby
I’m good with having Rupe share his backstory with the others, but if I do, it may end up being riddled with spoilers. Y’all ok with that?
_________________________________________________________________________________________
“Black magic, dark powers, the kinds of sorcery you have seen. . . those are awful things!” Hermione exclaimed. “What Harry and Ron and I have. . . it isn’t evil. I promise you that. What we have is good, something that can be beautiful and helpful and. . . and even life-saving!”
Rupert crossed his arms, and cocked an eyebrow.
Magic. . . life-saving? He didn’t buy it.
“I wonder if you would still say that,” Rupert said quietly, “if you had seen what I have seen.”
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
Yep, that’s all right with me.
What I know in my head and what I believe in my heart are two entirely different things.
“I wonder if you would still say that,” Rupert said softly, “if you had seen what I have seen.”
Rupert’s eyes were now cast to the ground.
Hermione bit her lip. She hadn’t meant to remind him of anything painful.
“I’m sorry, sir, and it is true that not all magic is good,” Hermione said, and then hesitated.
(Spoiler alert (I guess) for those not past book 1)
“My friend Harry lost his parents to magic,” she said. “His life could have been so much better than it is, and he knows that. I can see how much he misses them, and how much he wants his family back.”
(Spoiler over)
“Did… did you lose someone too?”
-
This reply was modified 4 years, 12 months ago by
.
-
This reply was modified 4 years, 12 months ago by . Reason: apparrenrly the brackets got encrypted??
What I know in my head and what I believe in my heart are two entirely different things.
Do you think that Kal, Harry, Ron, and Rex should be around for this? ‘Cause I’m good with waiting. Rupert can just give Hermione the “short answer” and I can have him tell his backstory at a later date.
Or do you think that ((*pauses to remember which characters are still around* Hermione, Leeli, Janner, a group of clones, Hagrid, Amberley, and Emberyn, I think. . .)) should just fill them in later?
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
-
This reply was modified 4 years, 12 months ago by
- The forum ‘Private: Fantasy Writers’ is closed to new topics and replies.
