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 Fiona MacLeod - Task Three
Fiona Macleod
 Posted: Aug 17 2017, 05:47 PM
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Fi was disappointed that the sword hadn’t made contact, it would have been great not to have to deal with the acid anymore, just to have two things to deal with. Sure, they were the two that could really get inside her head, but at least then it would be one less thing to deal with. She was starting to feel really frustrated. How was she supposed to kill this thing if it just stayed up in the air all the time? The acid was building up in puddles, so she was going to have to watch her feet, and the jabberwocky, and the dead things, and try not to trip, and try to kill it. It was just ridiculous. Then the Queen’s annoying voice cut through the air again. Fiona decided not to waste her breath this time, she’d been silent this whole damn time, so clearly, the woman was just taunting her. She gave a thumbs down instead. A silent indicator, not taking her eyes off the creature. She was wishing she had her wand, because if her theory was right, dealing with these damned eyes would be the way to go and it would possibly prevent the stupid thing from being able to make eye contact with her and enchanting her. She frowned, debating what to do if no such opportunity became available. Rousseau hadn’t mentioned one, so she assumed one wouldn’t come.

The queen was bent double with laughter, and her comment had Fiona glaring. ”Well, you would know wouldn’t you, since you’re roughly the size and temperament of one.” She called back. At least she had tried, had a chance to attempt to injure the stupid thing. The trip into the marsh was far from ideal, Fiona had not intended to become the wizarding world’s version of Evel Knievel and go flying across the sky. Fiona was swimming up towards the surface when that first hand caught her. She inwardly cursed, not wanting to open her mouth to the water. She struggled when another hand wrapped around her throat and began to choke her. She was quickly running out of air. Some of them started dragging her back, and she kicked out. She felt the heel of her shoe come in contact with one head, and hoped it had done something. She brandished the sword, stabbing the one choking her through the eyes, effectively stabbing it in the brain, rendering it fully brain dead. She’d read the book “World War Z” a few times. She assumed inferi were like Zombies. It seemed effective enough, so she stabbed at the heads of those dragging her down. It was like an extra-violent version of whack-a-mole. She rather liked it which was kind of terrifying. As soon as she had freed herself, she kicked out for the shore, swimming up and up. She grabbed ahold of the bank and got far enough away from the hands reach, not wanting to be dragged back in. She coughed and spluttered, sure that her skin was covered in the blackheads and blisters, but not wasting time to check, She wanted to get back to her feet before the Jabberwocky got too much more of an advantage.

The Queen’s laughter echoed in a grating manner, and her guards’ laughed sycophantically. She would have loved nothing more than to ride the Jabberwocky like a vigilante up over her and spray acid over her, but it was not to be. She saw the thing headed at her fast again, had no time to move and go slammed into again by the tail, after the right head made eye contact. This time, it was Luke screaming in her ears, which was quite a nice break from insanity, as there were no memories, although it did nothing for her peace of mind, as she could not stand the sound of him crying out in pain, begging her for help, to save him. She wanted to go to him, but she was going straight back in the air, until she landed with a thump and a splash, all the air knocked from her lungs, feeling a rib or two crack on impact, just glad she hadn’t broken her spine.. She had landed in a puddle of acid, grunted in pain, but got up, breaking eye contact, glad it hadn’t been the left head. As she did, something caught her attention. Floating in a bubble, full of acid was….her wand? Was it her wand? Rousseau hadn’t mentioned it. She hesitated and then saw a glint...the sword. On the opposite side. If it was her wand she could have both. If not...would she be able to get to the other. She grabbed for a rock, chucked it over the beast’s head and ran towards her wand as fast as she could, diving in and immediately striking out towards it.
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 Posted: Aug 17 2017, 06:10 PM
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It seemed like no matter what you were trying to do and focus on there was always something happening to distract you, this was the second task they had offered up your wand out in the task after taking it before it started. However, like last time going after it would be difficult and dangerous even moreso this time considering the beast above. On top of that you couldn’t even really be sure if the wand was actually there and would it be worth it to actually have it? Sure you could shoot spells off at the Jabberwocky for afar but you had seen the beast’s hide up close and knew the spells would only rebound off of it but it may make it possible to hit the vulnerable areas of the beast. They always seemed to throw a monkey wrench into your plans, just when you seemed to have things in the task figured out they did everything in their power to make it difficult and throw you through a loop. One thing was sure that you would be glad when this god forsaken tournament was over, you’d had enough of being a celebrity and Eternal Glory to last you a lifetime-or if you were smart you had. Although no one could argue anyone who entered this tournament willingly was smart, this whole thing was like a giant suicide mission meant to push you over the edge of sanity. One could foreseeably argue that being insane wasn’t that bad actually because you didn’t know you were insane, but you lost who you were and everything about you so it came at a high cost. On the plus side you’d never have to work another day in your life, but early retirement wasn’t all it was cracked up to be when you were living in padded walls with a hug yourself jacket.

Fiona didn’t take kindly to the Queen’s mockery of her, sour grapes but no one consider the girl to ever take things gracefully. A hippo doing a swan dive had more grace then Fiona, but that was a story for another time. The Queen decided not to respond to the idiot girl, she had better things to do than mince paltry words with her. Well it was more like she refused to have a battle of wits with a clearly unarmed person. It seemed like Fiona hadn’t lost her taste for violence after the last task, she handle the bodies like a pro. Soon she was back on mostly stable land but like all good things in life, or EHC, it couldn’t last. Catching sight of her wand she was now willingingly diving into the water. As soon as Fiona touched the water the bodies went into a frenzy, they all began grabbing her in various places by the dozen. A few took the time to bite her while others tried to choke her, the rest just were intent on trying to drown her and dragging her further away from her wand. The boy was seriously out numbered at the moment, perhaps if she had the sword he could manage the bodies but right now she was sinking like a rock. [[OOC: RP Out dealing with the bodies, you can’t get rid of all of them though unarmed. It is your choice if your character goes after their wand still or flees from the water.]]


The Jabberwocky caught your eyes with both the left and right head, it was double the torture and it was completely awful. Hearing the pain of your loved ones was bad enough but mixing it up with your own and being paralyzed completely while enduring your own pain was nothing short of utter hell. At least the Jabberwocky decided not to play tail ball with you again, of course you were sure it wasn’t because the beast felt bad for you but because it had some sort of other plans for you. Then again what didn’t have other plans for you on this wild ride they called EHC? “You suffer because you deserve it!” Hissed the Queen. “Give up now, you will never defeat my Champion you helpless child!” The woman was obviously gleeful at the idea you wouldn’t be successful in this endeavour. Although she hadn’t used Hatter to force you to do anything yet which was a nice change, but that didn’t mean she would if she felt like she was losing this game. It was like her own personal threat to hold over your head during this entire thing, and you weren’t foolish enough to believe that should the tides turn in your favor that she wouldn’t use Hatter to tip them back to her favor like the conniving bitch she was. As you writhed in pain the Jabberwocky landed in front of you causing the ground to shake and you to topple over, the middle head dripping acid on you briefly. You lost eye contact with the heads so you had your freedom again, but at the price of being directly in range with the beast as the mouths of each of the heads snapped at you hungrily.

[[OOC: Whether you flee or try to fight the Jabberwocky is up to you at this point, if you run though it will give chase. If you fight remember you have three heads with razor sharp teeth after use and the beast can use the rest of it’s body to try and take you out. Be realistic though, either way you won’t come away completely unscathed.]]


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