Audrey's first instinct...is not magic. She's not surprised about this. This is almost exactly what she's been afraid of finding, here. Actually finding it. That almost feels like a relief. She's glad she never found a key. Before now. She's frozen for exactly a moment, and then cries out to the only other person she thinks can help.
"...Pocket??"
She remembers herself and freezing charms after that, joining the others in their chorus.
Gertrude Judith McGilliguddy has definitely never frozen under pressure in her entire life. That doesn't happen to brilliant people like her. No, she isn't at all surprised by this outcome and she was definitely just waiting on the opportune moment to spring into action.
It only takes her a moment to summon a happy memory once she's decided on her course of action. The others have the ice front pretty well covered, she supposes, so instead she summons her patronus. The deinonychus burst forth from her wand in a burst of silvery light and charges into the fray.
Maisy lets out an undignified shriek, and continues to shriek and scream for the remainder of this scuffle, like she's just realized there's a spider on her clothes and she's hysterically trying to bat it off. But unlike Trudy, with her well-thought-out patronus or even everyone else with their somewhat tactical freezing charms, her gut instinct is to start throwing reductos and throwing them in whatever direction she can, careful only to avoid the other students in the room.
The writhing mass hisses and screeches in the face of Armani's sigil while in his hand it ignites, burns white like flashpaper, and dissolves. A few layers of the vine go slack, wilt and die, while the rest whip around trying to avoid his sigil. A horrible, sickening darkness falls over everything, leeching light from every source, but even in the shadow, it's clear: that writhing thing is not impervious.
From the mess, Pouch frees one hand, grasping out into the air.
Whipping wild, one vine strikes Mary Grace, another tries to pull Maisy off her feet but gets instantly shrunk for the effort. Freezing spells fly in all directions, vines shrink to ineffective size or turn to ice, fall and shatter as they flail and grasp. Mary Grace and Eddy rip a hole right through the center of that snarl, as though forced apart by will as much as frozen with magic.
The only thing louder than the awful things wails (of pain? or is that anger?) are Viola's repeated cries of "Glacius!" Each one punctuated with a bright flash of blue-white that burns away new vines before they can form.
That horrible oppressive feeling keeps growing though. A sense of wrongness, of not belonging, each student knows, without a doubt, that this thing in the room with them doesn't even belong on this world, on this plane. It is something else. From somewhere else. And it fights seemingly without end.
More vines spring up from shadows. They shrink and shatter against slung spells, bend away from Eddy and Armani, protected by the sigil from the Lepidopterite prince. The rest shoot for Lionel, for Trudy, for Audrey.
And that's when Audrey calls the party bug's name.
Something grows warm in Audrey's pocket, something she'd brought for good luck. It grows and it grows and it grows, bigger, warmer, not just heat, but feeling. Love and care, protection. Moss grows over Audrey's chest and arms, covering every fingertip. Somehow, Audrey knows, a part of Pocket is here, and the vines cannot touch her.
When the writhing mass screams this time, it is in pain, not frustration. And blown apart by countless Glacius charms, there's a perfect opening...for a dinosaur.
Trudy's patronus charges forward, strikes not the vines, but the magimagicicada still struggling inside. Pouch's obsidian skin shines, each golden fleck a star twinkling, glowing brighter, burning into a supernova. He lifts his head, peering out from the mess of vines, looks at the students fighting and smiles, then slams his hand against the ground.
What happens next, is hard to say. For just a second, each student is overcome with unbearable, permeating cold, and the last thing they all see before everything goes black is that jagged maw in the floor — the seam spitting smoke and orange-red flame.
Moving like ice is a strange feeling. You are water and air at once. Terribly cold, unable to breathe, but somehow the experience is comforting, and it's over before you can really tell what's happening at all.
Each of the students coalesces at once on the floor of the caves behind Elflock Falls. As they regain their barings, blink back to awareness, Pouch joins them, hunched over, clutching his arm, missing one wing. He breathes a laugh that fills the air with steam, a half-crazed, completely exhausted sound.
And then, from a television in the back of the cave, other students begin to exit Pocket's Party…
[WE WILL PICK UP AT THE END OF THE NIGHT SECTION AT POCKET’S PARTY. Shortly we’ll also be letting everyone know what items they lost. NICE JOB EVERYONE on kicking some weed ass! Thank you so much for this adventure. :)]
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peckenpaugh2020-05-15 01:28 pm
ELFLOCK LANES: Down the hatch! (Open to all ⛓️)
"...Pocket??"
She remembers herself and freezing charms after that, joining the others in their chorus.
ELFLOCK LANES: Down the hatch! (Open to all ⛓️)
It only takes her a moment to summon a happy memory once she's decided on her course of action. The others have the ice front pretty well covered, she supposes, so instead she summons her patronus. The deinonychus burst forth from her wand in a burst of silvery light and charges into the fray.
ELFLOCK LANES: Down the hatch! (Open to all ⛓️)
ELFLOCK LANES: Down the hatch & back, again
From the mess, Pouch frees one hand, grasping out into the air.
Whipping wild, one vine strikes Mary Grace, another tries to pull Maisy off her feet but gets instantly shrunk for the effort. Freezing spells fly in all directions, vines shrink to ineffective size or turn to ice, fall and shatter as they flail and grasp. Mary Grace and Eddy rip a hole right through the center of that snarl, as though forced apart by will as much as frozen with magic.
The only thing louder than the awful things wails (of pain? or is that anger?) are Viola's repeated cries of "Glacius!" Each one punctuated with a bright flash of blue-white that burns away new vines before they can form.
That horrible oppressive feeling keeps growing though. A sense of wrongness, of not belonging, each student knows, without a doubt, that this thing in the room with them doesn't even belong on this world, on this plane. It is something else. From somewhere else. And it fights seemingly without end.
More vines spring up from shadows. They shrink and shatter against slung spells, bend away from Eddy and Armani, protected by the sigil from the Lepidopterite prince. The rest shoot for Lionel, for Trudy, for Audrey.
And that's when Audrey calls the party bug's name.
Something grows warm in Audrey's pocket, something she'd brought for good luck. It grows and it grows and it grows, bigger, warmer, not just heat, but feeling. Love and care, protection. Moss grows over Audrey's chest and arms, covering every fingertip. Somehow, Audrey knows, a part of Pocket is here, and the vines cannot touch her.
When the writhing mass screams this time, it is in pain, not frustration. And blown apart by countless Glacius charms, there's a perfect opening...for a dinosaur.
Trudy's patronus charges forward, strikes not the vines, but the magimagicicada still struggling inside. Pouch's obsidian skin shines, each golden fleck a star twinkling, glowing brighter, burning into a supernova. He lifts his head, peering out from the mess of vines, looks at the students fighting and smiles, then slams his hand against the ground.
What happens next, is hard to say. For just a second, each student is overcome with unbearable, permeating cold, and the last thing they all see before everything goes black is that jagged maw in the floor — the seam spitting smoke and orange-red flame.
Moving like ice is a strange feeling. You are water and air at once. Terribly cold, unable to breathe, but somehow the experience is comforting, and it's over before you can really tell what's happening at all.
Each of the students coalesces at once on the floor of the caves behind Elflock Falls. As they regain their barings, blink back to awareness, Pouch joins them, hunched over, clutching his arm, missing one wing. He breathes a laugh that fills the air with steam, a half-crazed, completely exhausted sound.
And then, from a television in the back of the cave, other students begin to exit Pocket's Party…
[WE WILL PICK UP AT THE END OF THE NIGHT SECTION AT POCKET’S PARTY. Shortly we’ll also be letting everyone know what items they lost. NICE JOB EVERYONE on kicking some weed ass! Thank you so much for this adventure. :)]