"Hi, Ms. Treetops," Armani greets politely as he places the toe of his boot onto his crab kebab and yanks his trident free. He charges forward at full speed to close some distance before chucking it like a javelin at the cultist.
Edited (gotta Throw Shit when there's Shit To Throw) 2020-06-11 02:21 (UTC)
Suddenly, a form appears behind the teachers and students fighting their way through the field. Someone unexpected. Someone who doesn't want to be here and somehow found their way here anyway.
Is that fear on Mr. Purcell's face? It should be.
A semi-feral chaos child sprints screaming into the fray, swinging a giant maple seed from a muscheron's memory. They stop long enough to swing around and shotput the seed into the swarm of birds.
Edited (surprise quackenbush in the house) 2020-06-11 03:02 (UTC)
Armani lets his cactrident sail through the air (ROLLED 10 + 1) and it pierces the heart of the Cultist. So expert a throw, there's simply no time for the Cultist to disperse and avoid the blow.
With a cactrident sticking right out of it, the Cultist swirls unevenly. Imogen (ROLLED 7 + 1) smacks the thing off its feet, setting fire to the edges of its swirling smoke robes.
It has just enough time to release a blast of purple light (ROLLED 2), scortching Armani and Imogen and Cedar. But the little sophomore has already let their massive maple seed fly (ROLLED 8) the not-a-nut sails through the air, cracks the Cultist's mask and shatters it.
There's no time to watch clusters of flowers. No time to see the face that hides behind them. You have to run, you have to go, while there's a path, you need to move.
Flanked by modern students and the current Peckenpaugh staff, Caleb Qualls sprints down the street toward the bowling alley. Old and new fight creatures real and fake, swinging weapons and slinging spells.
Mr. Purcell compliments Merlin on his form when he smashes a swarm of Bugs to smithereens, and nothing can touch Imogen weilding wand and torch. Armani and his accidental woodpecker friend make short work of anything within reach of his cactrident. Altizer and Berzelius have a brief argument about which House representative has smashed more monsters: Merlin or Armani, and nothing can get close to Mr. Qualls with Lionel flinging ice whenever anything draws near. Even Cedar, chaos incarnate, manages to smash some vines when they trip on them and fall.
It's hard to say how long they've run, how much they've fought, as the scene stutters, starts and stops. For every foot they advance, at times it feels as though they've jumped back three. But they get there, to the door of the bowling alley. One Caleb Qualls steps forward, leaving a copy behind to watch. He steps toward young Monty Crockett standing just inside. He's clutching that patched leather jacket, watching Lionel Qualls disappears down the far stairwell.
"Monty! What's happening?" says the memory's Mr. Qualls, pushing through the group toward the young werewolf's side.
Meanwhile, the other Caleb Qualls turns to Lionel Lovelace. Mr. Qualls grins at Lionel, grips him by the arm and gives it a squeeze — something he's never been able to do before, and will never be able to do again. "I knew I picked the right TA," he says, as this tattered memory continues to play.
Young Montgomery Crockett turns to the gathered crowd, seeing only his peers and his Muggle Studies teacher. "He's going to save her. To save—"
The memory rips and tears. A very real blast of something — wind? energy? a spell? — shunts everyone forward, through flames, through vines, right out that portal and back into the Sorting Path.
***
Armani, Cedar, Imogen, Lionel and Merlin saw through the memory "They've Got Him, Mr. Qualls"!
The student adventurers, Caspian Ranui, Alva Berzelius, Clytemnestra Altizer, Tansy Treetops and Lancelot Purcell were all expelled from the memory with incredible force. The portal tore apart the moment the last one was free.
Here in the sorting path the spirit of Caleb Qualls was freed! He stands before you clutching his son's patched leather jacket, glowing gold.
Lionel can only bite the corner of his lower lip and nod at his teacher. "Thank you," he finally says. "I've learned a lot." That's all he can say. He hopes it's enough.
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peckenpaugh2020-06-01 11:19 am
MEMORY: They've Got Him, Mr. Qualls
MEMORY: They've Got Him, Mr. Qualls
Is that fear on Mr. Purcell's face? It should be.
A semi-feral chaos child sprints screaming into the fray, swinging a giant maple seed from a muscheron's memory. They stop long enough to swing around and shotput the seed into the swarm of birds.
MEMORY: They've Got Him, Mr. Qualls
MEMORY: They've Got Him, Mr. Qualls - COMPLETE
With a cactrident sticking right out of it, the Cultist swirls unevenly. Imogen (ROLLED 7 + 1) smacks the thing off its feet, setting fire to the edges of its swirling smoke robes.
It has just enough time to release a blast of purple light (ROLLED 2), scortching Armani and Imogen and Cedar. But the little sophomore has already let their massive maple seed fly (ROLLED 8) the not-a-nut sails through the air, cracks the Cultist's mask and shatters it.
There's no time to watch clusters of flowers. No time to see the face that hides behind them. You have to run, you have to go, while there's a path, you need to move.
Flanked by modern students and the current Peckenpaugh staff, Caleb Qualls sprints down the street toward the bowling alley. Old and new fight creatures real and fake, swinging weapons and slinging spells.
Mr. Purcell compliments Merlin on his form when he smashes a swarm of Bugs to smithereens, and nothing can touch Imogen weilding wand and torch. Armani and his accidental woodpecker friend make short work of anything within reach of his cactrident. Altizer and Berzelius have a brief argument about which House representative has smashed more monsters: Merlin or Armani, and nothing can get close to Mr. Qualls with Lionel flinging ice whenever anything draws near. Even Cedar, chaos incarnate, manages to smash some vines when they trip on them and fall.
It's hard to say how long they've run, how much they've fought, as the scene stutters, starts and stops. For every foot they advance, at times it feels as though they've jumped back three. But they get there, to the door of the bowling alley. One Caleb Qualls steps forward, leaving a copy behind to watch. He steps toward young Monty Crockett standing just inside. He's clutching that patched leather jacket, watching Lionel Qualls disappears down the far stairwell.
"Monty! What's happening?" says the memory's Mr. Qualls, pushing through the group toward the young werewolf's side.
Meanwhile, the other Caleb Qualls turns to Lionel Lovelace. Mr. Qualls grins at Lionel, grips him by the arm and gives it a squeeze — something he's never been able to do before, and will never be able to do again. "I knew I picked the right TA," he says, as this tattered memory continues to play.
Young Montgomery Crockett turns to the gathered crowd, seeing only his peers and his Muggle Studies teacher. "He's going to save her. To save—"
The memory rips and tears. A very real blast of something — wind? energy? a spell? — shunts everyone forward, through flames, through vines, right out that portal and back into the Sorting Path.
Armani, Cedar, Imogen, Lionel and Merlin saw through the memory "They've Got Him, Mr. Qualls"!
The student adventurers, Caspian Ranui, Alva Berzelius, Clytemnestra Altizer, Tansy Treetops and Lancelot Purcell were all expelled from the memory with incredible force. The portal tore apart the moment the last one was free.
Here in the sorting path the spirit of Caleb Qualls was freed! He stands before you clutching his son's patched leather jacket, glowing gold.
MEMORY: They've Got Him, Mr. Qualls - COMPLETE
Not all goodbyes have the word 'goodbye.'