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Headmaster Emile Rousseau
 Posted: Jun 20 2017, 09:08 PM
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The trickery that had started the last task had been all in good fun, not that the participants thought so, so Emile had decided to be nice and give them warning about when they were going to do it this time. The Pre-task had been a great source of amusement to him but had not properly left the students traumatized in his opinion, while some wouldn’t get the joy of enduring more there was still more than enough willing students to continue on the road of mental instability. Emile had decided to be nice and not automatically throw the newly selected Champions (everyone competing would now be referred as this as to provide the distinction they made it past the Pre-task) into the fire right away, giving them time to recover and enjoy the EHC Ball. Of course he was sure no one would be thanking him for such a thing, apparently when it came down to anything remotely near EHC he was the devil and needed to be smited down for his travesties. Although, he didn’t let it affect his cheer and good nature about the event, he simply went on being his lovely self. Either way he assembled the Champions before they were lead to the arena. “Turn in your wands to me now, you will not be allowed to have them for this task.” He told them seriously. The discord among them was instant and he noticed more than one Champion was hesitant to give up their wand, in fact he practically had to pry the wand away from the Whitfield boy’s hand.

Emile sighed as he took all the wands and placed them in a secure box, making sure only himself or Zoe could open the box to get the wands out. “Rest assured your wands will not be tampered with and they will be returned to you once you have completed this task or once the task is over, whatever comes first.” He was sure that provided comfort to none of them but they were just going to have to put on their big girl panties and deal with the situation, besides they had signed up for this grand adventure so it was just part of the deal. Emile beamed at all the resentful glares he was getting now that the Champions had been stripped of their precious wands. This was going to definitely be more interesting for everyone and it would show everyone, including the Champions themselves, what they were made of and who had true grit. With a snap of his fingers blindfolds appeared over each of the Champion’s eyes instantly making everything black, not to mention binds appeared on their hands. Of course there was more dissatisfied grumbling and Emile considered gagging them but decided not to because he was such a swell guy. “Good Luck Champions. See you at the finish.” He said cheerfully, nodding to the staff the to lead the champions away to the arena. Chuckling to himself he was sure more than a few of them were thinking unsavory thoughts about him and wishing to curse him as they were lead away.

The walk to the arena was uneventful, and even if the Champions tried they would not be able to see anything or loosen their bindings. Right before they entered the arena they would’ve heard the roaring and cheering of the crowd, perhaps they even caught the scent of the buttery popcorn that was being distributed to the spectators watching this task. Almost as quickly as the noise of the crowd had appeared it ceased, leaving the Champions in an eerie silence that could only be ominous given the nature of this event. After a few tense moments the blindfolds and bonds disappeared, only to be replaced with the same choking cloud of smoke that had met the Champions at the end of the last task. Even now you were sure it was laced with something because it made you feel a bit lightheaded, it was almost as if the smoke was tinged a royal blue this time but only on the edges and it almost tasted sweet on your tongue. Surely you had to be imagining things, because that was not how smoke smelled and it most certainly didn’t have a taste. Once the smoke cleared it revealed a forest again, and you got the awful feeling in the pit of your stomach that you may be in the same forest as the first task. If the champions turned around the house from the Pre-task would be behind them but they couldn’t enter, not that they would want to anyways but in case someone got curious the way was barred. A path lead down in front of their feet and out the broken gate and fence that was disarrayed. The paving stones were uneven, some were even missing in places and there were numerous holes. The path turned to dirt after it was outside the gate and appeared to lead to the forest, looks like you were headed back to a forest whether you liked it or not. Oh dear, what was that godawful smell?


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 Posted: Jun 21 2017, 06:46 AM
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It was good that someone had found the pre-task amusing because Dulci certainly had not done so. Not that she had anyone to blame for her having been in that situation or her current one but herself. The next time she was tempted to fake Warren’s signature on something she was going stop what she was doing and immediately tell either Alec or her father she was thinking of being stupid again. She had no doubt either of them would stop her as they had both made it clear they weren’t amused by her entry into the EHC. Since Rousseau had at least been kind enough to give them a warning about when the first task would be, Dulci had managed to have the good sense to dress for it with clothing that would give her a little more protection than her uniform had in jeans, boots, and a jacket over a long sleeved shirt. It felt like as soon as she showed up to the place they were to meet at that her wand was being requested, causing her to glare at Rousseau. What was he thinking? She was a pureblood, she didn’t know how to survive without magic. Even when she was at home and couldn’t do magic because she was underage there was someone to do it for her, up to and including Elbert, the sketchy guy at the Dick and Pickle Pub in Knockturn with a third nipple on his neck.

As much as it pained her to do so, Dulci dropped her wand in the box. She’d not been without her wand since the moment she’d gotten it before her first year and to some degree, she felt naked and exposed. If she died in a situation where magic would have easily saved her, she was going to haunt Rousseau so hard that the vein in his head would actually explode. Still, though, she had entered the EHC in order to prove to herself that she wasn’t just Quidditch skills and a sort of pretty face. The blindfold appearing over her eyes and her hands being bound out of the blue was not something she appreciated. It was almost worse than being drugged had been since she hadn’t known that had been happening. Dulci flinched when the member of staff assigned to lead her toward the arena took ahold of her before settling down and letting herself be lead off like a lamb to the slaughter. Rousseau would have been right if he had guessed she was one of the champions wishing she could curse him. In her particular case, she was hoping he developed an infected anal fissure.

Dulci did try, rather hard, in fact, to get out of her restrictions. Mostly because she wasn’t sure if Alec had come to this task and she didn’t want him to see her tied up like that. It didn’t work though, and she tried to see if she could hear him above the roar of the gathered crowd for the brief time she could hear them before the oppressive and worrisome silence. If she was to be asked later she would swear that the bindings disappeared at the same moment the smoke appeared. She attempted to keep from breathing it in, remembering from last time how it had made her dizzy and not wanting to start the task off not in possession of her complete abilities. It didn’t work and when the smoke cleared Dulci had to take a moment to gather herself before she took in her surroundings. While she hadn’t managed to make it out of the house during the pre-task, by the sheer state of dilapidation the one behind her was in she was pretty certain it was the one she had been in. As much as she didn’t want to go wandering around a forest ever again, it was preferable to returning to that nasty place. So gathering up her courage, Dulci started down the path in front of her. She wasn’t so naïve to believe it was any safer than the house would have been, but she was making her choice based on the amount of filth she was likely to encounter.

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 Posted: Jun 23 2017, 03:45 PM
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Even now that the Pre-task was over so many of the Champions seemed bitter and put out over what was happening. Hadn’t they wanted Eternal glory and acclaim from the whole world? Nothing ever came for free, and even as freeloading children they had to be aware with their time in school real life no one was going to give them groceries or that new dress they wanted for free, things always came with strings and it would serve them well to remember that going forward. They didn’t even consider the fact that Emile could’ve made them come out of the house again and get the joy of the biting doorknobs, but he’d been nice enough not to but it was unlikely that any of the ingrates would take notice of the fact. If the smell hadn’t been bad enough earlier it was only increasing, it reminded you of the smell of all the animated limbs in the house when they attacked you and that made you a little bit weary. However, like the Pre-task the only way out was forward so the only thing you could do was move on and pray for the best, even if the best was a foolish thing to wish for in this challenge. Although it was just human nature to be optimistic so perhaps you shouldn’t be judged too harshly on being positive; to be honest it was almost certain positivity would be the only thing that would get you through this endeavor, well that or just straight insanity but to be fair that was usually the aftermath of this whole shindig. While the Champions might have thought this whole thing was cruel and awful it was to teach them something about who they really were, how could you ever learn if you never faced adversity? Perhaps the lot of them should consider that before getting to whiny about what was happening to them. If they survived this whole thing they’d come out very different people, whether for good or ill it was up to themselves to decide.

Dulcinea had proved a tough cookie in the Pre-task, and she managed to provide some much needed humor in this contest. She was much like little Piper Kwan from the last one, heck Dulci had even thrown a shoe too even though it wasn’t during the task it still counted. As for not having her wand it would do her some good, hadn’t she wanted to prove herself and that was why she entered this thing. How could she ever do such a thing if she still had her magic to rely on? The answer was a simple one, she couldn’t. Whether she liked that fact or not was up to her, but in the scheme of things didn’t matter because she wouldn’t be getting her wand back until this task was over. Her wish to spare her dear beloved the hardship of seeing her trussed up like pig about to be roasted on a spit was admirable however slightly misplaced, she really needed to focus on herself and what may happen to her if she didn’t. Hadn’t she learned in the last task that she needed better focus, or was she still feeling a bit wolfish about the whole thing? No one would blame her if she was honestly, it was the second time she’d managed to find herself bit by something furry (not including Luke Childs). As for not making it out of the house on her own in the time frame of the Pre-task it was no big deal, it just meant she missed some of the other joys other people had to experience. Whether that was actually a good thing or not was really subject to a person’s own opinion though, making a blanket ruling on it wasn’t possible. At least she was sensible enough to start walking on her own, it would’ve been a shame if she needed a little push to get motivated.

Getting down the path and out the gate was not as difficult as you thought it would be and surprisingly as easy as it appeared (which would probably be a first and a last for this tournament), it was easy to avoid the holes and the missing paving stones on the path but you did managed to pick up at least one splinter from the gate. To be fair the gate was in such disrepair you couldn’t really be surprised you managed to inherit a splinter from it; however it was jammed in such a position you couldn’t extract it at the moment, no matter how much digging you did, and would only be able to get to it after the task was over so you’d be forced to endure the annoy throb it was omitting the rest of this task. It was just a simple splinter so considering what happened to you last time this was a lot easier to handle, but it kind of set the tone for the whole coming task didn’t it? Once out the gate it was easy to see the dirt path was far more rutted then you thought, and was it your imagination or were the potholes changing sizes? Damn, they were. In fact while you were inspecting the ever size changing potholes and comparing them to a kaleidoscope one nearby opened up right under your feet and sent you tumbling on your arse. That’d teach you to enjoy the scenery. The path appeared to smooth out once you got closer to the forest but the issue remained now how to get there with all the ruts and ever changing potholes. Ahead you could see some of the puddles were filled with what appeared to be water while others appeared to be filled with various colored and smelling sludges.

[[OOC: RP out getting to the edge of the forest. Do not enter the forest. Make sure you “encounter” at least four of the various puddles and have something different happen in them.]]

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 Posted: Jun 26 2017, 06:06 AM
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Dulci had spent a large chunk of the pre-task on her ass and apparently that was a trend that was going to continue, which she wasn’t excited about considering the bruise on her ass had just gone away. Getting back up on her feet she stepped back behind the gate where she could stand on paving stone and try and figure out a way around the holes, although she the foresight to prop the gate open with her foot so she didn’t have to risk another annoying splinter attempting to pry it open again. The one she already had didn’t hurt too badly, just enough to be distracting, but that didn’t mean she was okay with getting another one. Next task she was going to make sure she had gloves and was kicking herself for not bringing them with her this time.

The first thought Dulci had about getting around the ever changing holes was to walk in the grass beside the path until it evened out at the forest. But as quickly as she had the thought she discounted it. Being able to walk in the grass would have been too easy, which meant there was something worse than falling in some muck waiting for her if she tried it. She had learned her lesson on that last time. Realizing that she couldn’t waste any more time trying to determine if the changing of the holes was random or not, Dulci decided that she should just walk the path as carefully as possible and try not to stand still in one place too long.

Her first few steps went well enough and she was able to avoid a hole filled with what she would have bet money on its being rotten milk based just on the chunks floating in it. Sadly for her, that is where her luck ended. As soon as she placed her foot down on a previously solid area of ground a hole opened up and she toppled forward. The hole wasn’t deep, but the liquid it was filled with was the color of old congealed blood and bubbled in a worrisome manner. Not wanting to find out what happened if part of her body was still in a hole when it closed up, Dulci scrambled back on her feet and kept going.

Her next encounter came not because she stepped in one, but because she was so busy watching for holes to open up that she forgot about the ruts on path. Tripping over one Dulci topped in to the largest hole yet, one that was big enough that her entire body fit in it. The hole was full of a liquid and she couldn’t see anything floating in it, but there must have been because as she pulled herself out anyone watching could have seen she was covered in tiny little cuts. They were bleeding, but none of them more than a bad papercut would have been. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt though, if asked later Dulci would describe it like having sandpaper rubbed over your entire body. It stung and was uncomfortable and made her cranky. It went without saying that she got out of there as soon as she could.

As uncomfortable as she was, Dulci allowed herself to feel a tad bit of excitement. She was slightly over halfway to the forest and what appeared to be the end of the surprise dunkings. Of course, she really should have known better than to have a good emotion during this thing because she took two steps and fell into another pit. The minute she did a pained scream could be heard, followed by a string of obscenities picked up from Crispin’s mom. Lemon juice and salt. She’d fallen in to a giant collection of lemon juice and salt and all those little cuts were now on fire. Hauling herself gingerly out of the hole Dulci wanted to take the time to at least wait for the stinging to go away, but she knew she didn’t have that luxury. Instead she decided to just run for it. Taking her time and being careful wasn’t keeping her out of holes, so maybe speed would do it.

And speed did actually appear to do the trick as Dulci managed to make it to the edge of the forest without any more incidents…at least she thought she had. It seemed she hadn’t gotten quite far enough and the moment she stopped to catch her breath she was dropped straight down into poop. She had no idea what the EHC designers’ obsession with fecal manner was, but they needed to seek professional help. If there was a bright side to the situation it was that the final hole was only about knee deep and she had on long pants. Dulci was still going to stink, but if it got too bad she could leave her jeans and shoes behind and tackle the rest of the course barefoot and underpants. Modesty would just have to take a backseat.

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 Posted: Jun 26 2017, 04:11 PM
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[center]The pleasant walk down the path to the forest hadn’t been terribly hard for any of the Champions, however they liked to blow things out of proportion all the time so it was likely they all moaned and bitched the whole way there. If they had a lick of common sense they should know to keep their mouths shut and power through it, the beginning was always much easier than the end of the task so things would be getting infinitely worse for them the further they went (or better it just depended on how you looked at things). No matter the fuss the Champions were relatively unscathed when they reached the forest, but the closer they got to it the more they would feel the oppressive feeling of dread and foreboding. Something was in there and it wasn’t good, you didn’t belong and you should not enter no matter what. However, there was really no other way for the Champions to go so they didn’t have a choice so they would be taking their own little nature walk. Even though they probably had fears this was the same forest they’d encountered before they were unfounded, this was a completely different forest and a horse of a totally different color. Given their previous experience with the Pre-task they should know this wouldn’t be a pleasant, normal forest and if they did think such a ridiculous thing they were completely stupid and deserved whatever was going to happen to them in the forest.

So far this task seemed to be going slightly better for the young Dulcinea, she wasn’t screaming at anyone yet and she hadn’t made a big fuss about wands like Oryn & Dexter. Even though she was adopted into the Whitfield family it was easy to see she was the better of the pair as she actually had a brain and some common sense unlike her Uncle, she would be going a lot further in life they vain Dexter but everyone was going further in life than that boy so maybe that wasn’t a compliment to Dulci. The excitement and hopefulness she felt at getting down the path was nothing but foolishness, she should not be excited about what was to come or what had happened thus far but if it was progress she wanted to celebrate than no one could stop her for doing it at the end of the day. Perhaps feeling like she’d achieved some sort of victory would allow her to better focus on what she was doing and not start screaming insults at anything and everything she felt like, such behavior was truly unbecoming for a lady such as herself but when had she ever cared about social decorum and acting properly? You know what for everyone involved it was probably better not to answer that question at all, wouldn’t want to end up dead mysteriously like everyone else who had ever crossed the girl did.

After hesitating a moment you knew there was no real way of getting out of this and shuffled into the forest, waiting would only make what was going to happen to you worse by leaps and bounds. The path leveled out here and was completely smooth, as soon as you passed the border the awful smell disappeared and was replaced with the familiar scent of a traditional forest-fresh air, leaves, pine needles, sap mixed with a hint of water. What was most unnerving was how dark the forest was, you could barely make out the path in front of you but no more than two or three feet. The feeling of oppression was worse now and almost choking, it made it difficult to breathe but you still managed to get enough air not to pass out. Figuring it couldn’t be any worse further in you decided to press further forward into the woods, it took a little while but the feeling started to lift after thirty feet. Unfortunately while rejoicing in the feeling of being able to breathe again you missed the log right in front of you and stubbed your right toe on it hard, hard enough to possibly break it (OOC: It is up to you if it is broken or not). Without thinking you howled in pain, possible said a few colorful words, not considering it may draw something to you. After you’d gathered yourself together you stepped over the log and began your way forward again, slowly this time in case there was another log. Pausing you noticed a shuffling sound next to you, freezing you waited to see what was going to happen.

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After pulling herself out of the poop hole Dulci hesitated at the edge of the forest for a moment. Until she’d gotten to this point she hadn’t thought that it would be an issue, but now that she was just one step away from having to enter another dark and creepy forest she was having reservations. She even thought about forfeiting the contest, but that thought passed quickly. Never before had she quit something just because it was difficult and Dulci didn’t want to start doing so now. So taking a deep breath she made that first step into the unknown.

If she’d not been wearing boots Dulci was sure she would have broken her toe when she stubbed it on a log she totally didn’t even see. In fact, it was likely the log had magically appeared in an attempt to trip her up and put her on her ass again. So in that regard, she was proud of herself for ruining its plan, but that didn’t change the fact that it hurt like hell. Without thinking about how it would draw attention to her a rain of expletives came pouring out of her mouth, most of them picked up from Mrs. Mathias and bad enough they would make a sailor blush.

Once the pain in her toe settled down enough that she could focus, Dulci carried on walking. It wasn’t long before she could hear a rustling in the woods that kept pace with her if she slowed down or sped up. Her intention had been to ignore it and hope it was just a coincidence. Never mind that she knew it wasn’t, she just didn’t want to deal with whatever was about to pop out at her and scar her emotionally for sure and likely physically as well. Never again would she think of bunnies as cute and cuddly little creatures.

Unfortunately, Dulci’s attempt at self-delusion was about to be ruined. Out of the deep grass to the side of the trail in front of her came the biggest snake she had ever seen. Not that she had seen many snakes as she avoided both actual snakes and drawings of snakes as much as possible not wanting to accidentally slip into parseltongue. It hadn’t been an easy task to accomplish since she was in Slytherin and constantly surrounded by images of the animal but she had managed it. She didn’t need an expert to tell this one was abnormally large. It appeared to be an adder, but as it raised itself up in the air the front part of it was as tall as she was.

He must have lived in the log she accidentally kicked. “How dare you attack my home!” What no one who wasn’t one understood was that when a snake spoke to a parselmouth it sounded like English. Which wasn’t an issue normally because if you heard a snake speaking English you knew it really wasn’t. But that wasn’t necessarily true in the EHC as the rabbit had been able to talk. So when the snake yelled at her Dulci had no idea if it was in English or hisses or if she’d even be able to respond to it without using parseltongue. Deciding the best thing to do was to keep her mouth shut for once, that’s what she did. Silence didn’t seem to be the response Mr. Snakey Snake wanted however and it glared at her. “Answer for yourself human.”

Dulci knew she was in trouble and began looking around for something, anything she could get to before the snake came after her to try and fight it off. The problem was that snakes could move far faster than she did and there was no doubt that with the size of the snake in question if it bit her the venom would kill her quickly before anyone could get to her. Dulci was kicking herself for her stupidity. Last time she’d thought to find a weapon almost immediately, even if it had been pointless in the end, but now that she didn’t have magic she’d forgotten all about one.

Suddenly the snake lunged toward her. Dulci jumped back, tripped, and landed on her bum. Scrambling back she unthinkingly called out. “Stop! It was an accident!” As the words left she knew she’d used parseltongue. The cat was officially out of the bag now. At least the people who mattered already knew and didn’t care. As for the snake, it had landed on the ground but continued to slither toward her and got up in her face. “Why didn’t you say so? You are a very rude human.” Dulci couldn’t help but giggle. How many other people were able to say they had been told off by a snake? “I’m sorry.” With that the snake gave a huff and slithered off back into the underbrush. Dulci just shook head and got back on her feet before continuing on her journey.

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Well it wasn’t as if critters weren’t bad enough now they were attacking you yet again! Hadn’t the Raven in the Pre-Task been enough for them? Not to mention that foolish Whitfield girl had brought home the Raven from her task, as if someone would actually want the horrid thing as a pet! Dear god it almost made you wonder if she was actually smarter than her uncle the Primadonna. Although after this walk in the forest paired with your one during Pre-Task you would likely never visit another forest again, too many horrible and traumatic memories thanks to signing up for EHC. Now that you stopped to actually consider it there were a lot of normal things you’d never be able to do again because you’d have that lingering trauma from EHC, it was truly a beautiful thing when you thought about it. Okay well maybe not for the Champions but it was just one of those things to remind them what they’d endured, they should be so proud for competing in such a renowned tournament! Although it would be easy to see none of them would consider it an honor, they would all still be too pissed at Rousseau for what woes befell them as they competed. In fact the man was sure his name would be on their lips as they took their dying breath, cursing him as they thought he properly deserved. Nothing would ever convince these children he wasn’t the devil so there was really no point in trying to do such a thing. All Emile could do was have fun with this while it lasted, it was one of the few times in life he’d get the upper hand.

Dulci said poop hole, teehee she was funny in this tournament especially when she got angry. It looked like the girl was a little bitter about how many times she’d been knocked on her ass thus far, but it was all part of what happened in the tournament and she was just going to have to learn to accept it. Although Emile did have to admit he got a real kick out of her potty mouth, she had some real zingers (a few he made note of for future use) that’d he’d have to inquire about. Although she seemed to be getting a little bitter about the woods and all of nature’s little wonderful creatures which was surprising considering her skill, but then again few people knew about it or she’d be labelled as wanting to take over the world. Well, not for much longer anyway. Even though the arena was charmed to keep the crowd noise out the Headmaster could control when it did like at the end of the last task, as soon as Dulci spoke parsaltounge a gasp went through the crowd and echoed through the arena before it fell silent of crowd noise again. Revealed again was the young Miss Whitfield, the fallout from this day could be immense. However, it was done so there was no going back now and the girl needed to focus on finishing the task.

After escaping your new furry friend you had a moment to yourself, the forest had grown eerily quiet again and it left you feeling unsettled again. You thought you heard a chuckle but couldn’t be sure, it was like a little girl’s laugh which only made it that much more unnerving because why would there be a little girl in the forest? At this point nothing made sense in this forest so there was really no point in trying to make sense of things, all you would do is only further confuse yourself when it came down to it. Up ahead you could see the canopy of the forest opened up and you could see the sky again, even though it had been daylight outside the forest it appeared it was now night. How long had you actually been in here? The sky was now pitch black with stars dotting it, the moon could be seen now. As you stepped into the section of path with the open canopy the air seemed to clear up, when had it grown so heavy to begin with? The only thing you did notice was that it was noticeably cooler out in the open, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched and exposed. Suddenly the moon turned and you blinked, shaking your head to clear the cobwebs thinking it was just an illusion. You were fine with that until a set of glowing eyes appeared above the moon, it stared at you momentarily before speaking. “He went that way.” The face said, chuckling.

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Of course Dulci had brought the raven back with her. His name was Henry and he had proven to be a man of character. Just because the other contestants hadn’t been willing to see past their birds attacking them didn’t mean there was anything wrong with her ability to do so and it certainly didn’t make her stupid. If anything it made her smarter than anyone else in the EHC because she now had her very own attack bird that was loyal to her. And when it came to Dexter, Dulci didn’t know if she should agree with Rousseau about his needing to man up and stop whining or be offended he was insulting her family. Maybe it was a combination of both reactions? It didn’t really matter, as even if she was offended by the Headmaster there was nothing she could do about it. Best to just let it go and move on. She did wish she had known they would be heading back into the forest for this task. She’d unthinkingly asked Alec to take her to the Black Forest in Germany and now she wasn’t totally sure if she would be able to fully enjoy a vacation surrounded by trees. Fingers crossed having Alec with her and not being alone would make it easier.

Everything she knew about cursing she had learned from Crispin’s mum. That woman was not only one of Dulci’s favorite people, but she was a marvel and Rousseau ought to hire her to teach at Hogwarts. She’d have the place shipshape in mere minutes. Even as she was realizing her secret was out of the bag Dulci had hung on to a small bit of hope that one of the other champions was doing something more interesting than her and that everyone’s attention was focused on them. That she’d been allowed to hear the gasp from the crowd shot that hope all to hell. Oddly, she found herself more at peace with this development than she had been expecting. Oh, she knew things were going to suck hardcore balls when it got out to the Wizarding World at large and even within the enclosed world of Hogwarts she’d be dealing with rumors and whispers as she walked down the halls. But she’d dealt with that last year hadn’t she and come out fairly okay at the end of it. Provided Calli didn’t decide to shun her over it Dulci had the benefit this time of not having to sleep in a room with people she didn’t trust. And it was a bit reassuring that no one could accidentally find out now and blackmail her with it.

Her woodland friend hadn’t exactly been furry but that didn’t really matter. Not when things were so quiet…far too quiet. Dulci didn’t like it at all. It reminded her of when you were in a Knockturn Alley pub and someone who shouldn’t be in there just entered and the place when quiet and still right before six burly guys appeared out of nowhere and jumped the newcomer in order to steal his money before they dumped him naked right outside Gringotts. And if you were to ask her if she’d been around for an event that had inspired that incredibly specific comparison she would deny knowing anything about anything involving the mysterious case of Timothy Ingleberg, the American tourist who’d been found sans clothing on the steps of the bank three summers ago.

The silence was so off-putting that she was almost relieved by the sound of a little girl giggling. Almost being the operative word. Dulci had the errant thought that it couldn’t get any worse and immediately kicked herself. Of course, it could get worse and now that she’d thought that it would. She was proven right when she hit the clearing. She KNEW she’d not been in the forest long enough for it to be night yet, so the change in the sky had to be Rousseau’s doing, which didn’t make it any less disconcerting. Zipping up her jacket to try and fend off the chill Dulci tried to look around and see if she could tell why she felt like she was being watched. At first, she didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary and it was upon taking a second glance that she caught the moon turning. Obviously, she had started hallucinating and there was nothing to do but just ignore it. Except that this hallucination was speaking and they didn’t do that, did they? Was it rude to not answer a speaking hallucination? The last thing she wanted to do was be rude to a figment of her own imagination just in case she saw it again. “Hello. Who exactly is he and why should I be following him?”

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Right about now the Champions had to be wondering if they were out of their minds, the moon just didn’t talk and have eyes. Perhaps they’d inhaled too much of that crazy smoke earlier, although the funny buzzing feeling it had given you was beginning to fade. Not that you could decide if that was a good or a bad thing, with this contest one could never be too certain about things. Thing often were not what they appeared, it also helped teach the champions to be skeptical and hesitant about things. It would open their minds and help them be better thinkers in the end, not that they would probably realize that fact but it was very true. Of course they had to be sane by the end of this thing for that to matter, so perhaps even discussing it was a null point. However, you had to remain optimistic at least one of the Champions would remain sane but if the past was anything at all to judge by maybe that was too much to hope for. Maybe it wasn’t so much about the former Champions going insane, perhaps all they wanted was privacy after being put on the world stage for awhile. You could at least give these tasks credit for teaching the Champions about themselves, even if they didn’t progress through all of them they will have been forever changed. How they changed would be up to each Champion ultimately, it made for an interesting journey though that was for sure. That is why keeping the tradition of EHC alive was so important, even though it was a bit controversial at times.

Sometimes you had to wonder if Dulci was right in the head to begin with, because some of the things she did and said just screamed mentally unstable. While that probably wasn’t the nicest thing to say that didn’t make it any less true at the end of the day, the girl was a few bananas short of a fruit basket honestly. As for Dexter whatever opinion she wanted to have on him was fine, however at the end of the day it didn’t change the fact that Dexter was a pansy through and through. As for Mrs. Mathias at Hogwarts it was a lovely though, however the fact remained she was a muggle first and foremost as well as they couldn’t risk the whole school developing such a potty mouth no matter how “delightful” the woman was. As for her reaction to her secret being blown Emile felt himself rather disappointed, while she had done it herself he expected a hissy fit of epic proportions when she realized the snake was out of the bag. It did appear like Dulci was maturing a little though, she handled it well so maybe this whole contest would be good for her. “The Rabbit you insolent girl. If you had a brain, which it is clear you don’t, you’d realize he will lead you where you need to go.” The voice said clearly annoyed at her blatant stupidity, really why did these children have to be so fecking stupid?

The eyes stared at the Champions unblinking, it was rather unnerving to be honest and was starting to make you a little bit uncomfortable. “You know what maybe it he actually went West instead of Eastnorth.” The voice said, laughing again. While if that wasn’t helpful, the face would have you lost before you could even realize it. Suddenly the face disappeared out of the sky, taking the moon with it and a Cat appeared in front of you. Well if you could call it a cat, it looked like one but it was about the size of a Great Dane. It looked at you like it expected you to do a trick, but it was also clearly sizing you up. After a moment it gave you an unimpressed look and spoke again. “Well if you don’t know where you’re going any road will get you there.” He chuckled again of course. Suddenly he doubled in size and was hovering over you with those same eyes staring. Before you could make sense of anything he took his big paw and batted you away, although there wasn’t much you could’ve done to stop him. As you rolled away he vanished out of existence chuckling, the way was bumpy and you wondered if you were ever going to stop tumbling like a ragdoll. Suddenly you hit something solid that brought you to a stop, almost certain it was a tree. However, when you looked up from where you lay in a heap on the ground you realized it was a mailbox and you were in a clearing. There was an average looking house and from around back you heard a ruckus of laughing, singing, and general merrymaking. Perhaps they could help you?

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Dulci had always known she probably needed professional help from a mind healer at St. Mungo’s. Not that she thought she was crazy mind you, just that she had some issues stemming from a less than ideal childhood. If only because she’d not had a full night’s sleep since she was eight. Maybe she came off as more unstable because she was sleep deprived? Nothing would convince her that Mrs. Mathias didn’t have some kind of magic, besides which not letting muggles teach at Hogwarts was discriminatory. Dulci gave the face in front of her the best glare she had in her library of various mean looks. “Well as I haven’t seen the rabbit today how was I to know that’s who you were referring too?” Honestly, what was wrong with her imagination? She had been perfectly polite to the hallucination and here it was being super rude to her. If it was real she would have slapped its face in order to teach it a lesson.

The eyes of the hallucination kept staring at her and Dulci didn’t much like it. It was creepy and made her feel like a bug under a magnifying glass. It was logical that the phantasm was awful at directions since she herself still sometimes got lost in Hogwarts and she’d been there for six years. It didn’t really matter, west was just as logical a direction for her to go at this point as eastnorth was considering she had no idea where she was supposed to be going in the first place. When the face disappeared only to reappear as an overly large cat Dulci just blinked her eyes a few times. Her subconscious or whatever part of her brain that had come up with this creature was apparently very creative. She was about to agree with its any road would do comment when the cat got much larger and more menacing.

She was about to run, but before Dulci could relate the message to her legs the cat had batted her away. The only thing she could think was that she’d been wrong about the cat being a hallucination. As she rolled away she could feel every rock and bump in her path and occasionally she could feel her already cut up skin catching on something and getting another scratch. Even though she didn’t seem to be getting any major injuries there was no doubt she would be bruised up and sore when her impression of a tumbleweed was over. Just as soon as the rolling was started it was finished when she landed up against a tree…or rather a mailbox as Dulci discovered when her head stopped spinning.

She was in another clearing although this one was larger, large enough to contain not just a house but based on the sounds she was hearing also a party. Dulci really didn’t want to go back there, she might have been, to quote the esteemed headmaster, “a few bananas short of a fruit basket” but she had enough common sense to know that nothing and no one she wanted to meet was going to be sounding so happy in such a creepy place. There wasn’t much of a choice though. She could either suck it up and see if the people she was hearing could help her or she could wander around the forest aimlessly for hours and get nowhere. So gathering her courage together Dulci started to head toward the backyard.

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As you drew closer to the back yard you could hear distinct singing going on, and as you turned the corner you finally could hear what the words to the actual song were.

A very merry unbirthday
To me
To who?
To me
Oh, you

A very merry unbirthday
To you
Who, me?
Yes, you
Oh, me
Let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea
A very merry unbirthday to you

A very merry unbirthday
To me?
To you
A very merry unbirthday
For me?
For you
Now blow the candle out, my dear
And make your wish come true
A very merry unbirthday to you


Once you finally set your eyes on the backyard you noticed there were several long tables spread in a line, with various tablecloths that clashed worse than any outfit Luke Childs could’ve put together. Not to mention there was a cast of characters spread out around the table. There was a great deal of tea party paraphernalia spread out as well, not to mention a fair assortment of tea pots and several empty chairs. What every was going on and what was an unbirthday?

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The Mouse and March Hare were singing cheerfully together, however The Mad Hatter turned to stare at you with it’s black eyes and stitched mouth making you feel uneasy. “Join us.” A voice commanded in your head, startling you. As the other two guest were singing it was easy to determine that it was the Hatter speaking to you. As soon as you drew closer a ghostly figure drifted from the woods and joined the party, the laugh you heard earlier in the woods drifting from her lips as she selected an empty chair at the table.

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As suddenly as the singing had begun it got quiet again and you realized all the guest were staring at you expectantly. “SIT!” The voice in your head commanded again, making you flinch. As if driven by compulsion you walked over to the table and sat down. They all gave you evil grins once your arse was in the chair, like predators stalking prey. “Have some tea.” The March Hare commanded, to which everyone laughed even Hatter whose laugh was heard in your head.

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Once she could actually hear the words of the music being played Dulci decided she rather liked the tune. It was catchy and reminded her of those kids songs that children sing while spinning around and around in circles before falling to the ground laughing. She’d used to peak through her blinds and watch the neighbor kids do that. Not that she had ever been allowed to join them, from the moment she’d been placed back with her parents they had their whole neighborhood convinced she was a bad seed who would either corrupt or hurt their children. She had once tried it alone in her room when her parents were out so they wouldn’t laugh at her but it hadn’t nearly as fun as it looked like it was with other people.

The sight of the actual party made Dulci stop short. It was a riot of color and patterns that almost made her head hurt with how nothing went with anything around it. A pea green with neon red polka dots tablecloth next to one that seemed to be shifted between puce and chartreuse. It looked almost like it was supposed to be a birthday party, but they weren’t singing the birthday song. Something about an unbirthday. Dulci racked her brains trying to remember what Alice in Wonderland had said about unbirthdays, but she couldn’t quite dredge it up. Besides which, she was certain that the description in the book had been far more cheery than this was.

Turning her attention away from the atrocious décor Dulci began looking at the guests, trying to decide if she’d really be better off taking her chances in the woods on her own. The Door Mouse was almost pretty, in a broken doll type of way, if you ignored the four spideresque legs. Since the pre-task, she’d developed an aversion to rabbits, but the March Hare seemed less skin-crawly than the white rabbit had. Sure he was frazzled and quite clearly in the midst of some sort of mental breakdown, but he also seemed more intent on hurting himself by pulling on his ears than being an asshat to her. No, her worry was about the Hatter whose skin was a decidedly weird shade of green and whose gauntness, black eyes, and sewn up mouth put her in mind of an Inferius.

As she was contemplating the Hatter Dulci heard a voice in her head. Now, for all her other mental peculiarities, hearing voices in her head was a new experience for her no matter what anyone might think. Still, it didn’t seem wise to not listen to directions given to you by someone that can communicate telepathically so Dulci headed toward the table just in case he could do other things with his mind and she’d end up a gibbering madwoman…or gibbering. The argument could be made that she was already a madwoman. On her way, she heard the giggling again and this time could plainly see where it was coming from. The little girl looked innocent enough, but then again no little girl walking around in the forest by themselves could be innocent, there had to be something wrong with them. Case in point…Dulci herself.

Dulci hadn’t realized she’d stopped walking while watching the little girl walk up to the table, but the loud command in her head certainly jolted her out of her daze and with not even a second thought she did as told, even as her mind was screaming at her to get away. Stupid telepaths and their stupid telepathic powers. Thankfully it only extended to sitting at the table. Even if she wasn’t overly warry about what she ate and drank after having been drugged and then forced to ingest that nasty cake and drink, the sheer malevolence in their faces would have told her taking the tea was a bad idea. “No thank you. I don’t take food or drink from strangers.”

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This Tea Party absolutely had to be a joke, there was no way this could actually be really happening to you. Everything about it was too unrealistic and creepy, in fact the foreboding feeling you’d gotten earlier in the woods was back. Nothing good was going to come from your time here, and the other guest were just downright creepy at the end of the day. Settling into the chair made you uneasy, even though you were commanded to do so. Although that might have something to do with the spring that was currently poking you in the bottom. The mouse scuttled across the table, slamming a tea cup down for you, causing it to chip in one spot, and then selected a random pot to fill the cup. She laughed at you before scampering over and sitting in Alice’s lap, everyone stared at you expectantly as they sipped their own tea like nothing was wrong but you still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling you had. These guests were crazy, in fact as you reached for your cup of tea a knife came flying at you. It lodged into the table right next to your hand but didn’t touch you, the March Hare laughed at you before taking another drink of his own yellow tea.

Of all the Champions everyone would likely agree the one walking the fine line of insanity was Dulci, honestly this girl needed to get her head examined and stat. While the others seemed to have normal reactions you could never guess with her, next thing you know she was going to turn into a raving psycho and start killing half the castle. Oh wait, she’d already done that. Either way she was enjoying this whole thing far too much, or at least she gave the appearance of enjoying. There was no way anyone in their right mind could actually be enjoying this so it had to be an act or insanity, we’ll go with insanity. It was rather funny she took to compairing herself to Alice though, if she kept it up by the end of the tasks she would most certainly would be acting clinical by the time things finished up. So maybe she was clinical now, she’d be stark raving mad by the finish of this whole thing. Dulci refused refreshments and the other guests froze, giving her a sinister look before going back to their conversations like nothing happened. She would learn soon enough.

You couldn’t help but feel slightly unnerved as the lot was now staring at you and your tea cup expectantly, you were smart enough to know that you did NOT want to drink what was in the cup. Hesitantly you picked it up and swirled the tea hoping to appease the lot, it seemed to for the time being at least. After the “water” and “pastry” in the last task you weren’t inclined to partake in any more food or drinks offered to you during the task. As if reading your mind Alice floated over and gave you a piece of cake. “Is it your Unbirthday too?” She asked before returning to a different chair. In fact when you looked up you realized everyone had moved to different seats without you noticing, seeing you realized it they all laughed at you. You let out an uneasy chuckle until a hand axe lodged into the chair right beside your head, this time Alice laughed at you making it apparent she was the one who’d thrown it. “Drink the tea.” Like before when commanded to sit you felt the compulsion to drink the tea and couldn’t stop. As soon as you drained the cup a bunch of bugs appeared in the bottom; scattering out of the cup and down your arm, they found new homes in various other cups, pots, chairs and pastries. The spot where the cup was chipped, thanks to the mouse, cut your lip and left it stinging. [[OOC: This is a minor cut only.]] Suddenly you began to hiccup, oh dear it seemed like that wasn’t tea at all but a potion-the Hiccoughing Potion to be exact. Your bad feeling about this whole thing began to grow worse.

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Enjoying wasn’t exactly the correct term. Resigned would be more accurate. Dulci had on purpose signed herself up for this trip through hell, so she didn’t have any right to feel sorry for herself about it or even complain. It was best to just keep trudging through. Even if you were being mind controlled by a weird freak. Even as she was unwillingly lifting the glass to her mouth Dulci managed to glare at the Hatter. “Rude. I said no.” Not that her comment stopped it from happening. The tea didn’t actually taste all that bad although having another cut was annoying, but the bugs…Dulci could handle attack ravens and giant snakes, even being attacked by wolves. But not bugs. The second the first one hit her skin she freaked. Tossing her cup to land who knows where she stood suddenly, knocking her chair over, and began frantically trying to get them off her skin. “Get off, get off, get off!”

Not until she was satisfied that they were gone did Dulci realize she was hiccupping. She started to walk away from the mad gathering when the Hatter spoke into her head again. “Stay and sit.” Knowing there was no point in trying to fight it she returned to the table and sat at an empty chair. This time it was the Hatter who placed a cup of tea in front of her with an expectant look. “If I don’t drink this, you are going to force me, aren’t you?” The Hatter simply nodded. “I’ll drink your stupid tea, but stay out of my brain or I’ll plunge a fork in your eye.” So maybe there was a reason behind all those murder rumors about her after all, but Dulci had never claimed to be a believer in nonviolence.

Picking up the cup in front of her Dulci gritted her teeth before swallowing in one gulp. Again the bugs, but she was prepared and managed to drop the cup before more than a few scrambled across her arm. As she was shaking them off her arm a teapot whizzed by her head, although this time she couldn’t tell who had thrown it. For a moment Dulci thought that maybe this glass hadn’t been anything but tea, but

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Suddenly the tea party grew quiet, the guest went completely silent and let you go. The hare came over and grabbed you by the waist, throwing you to the ground a few feet away from the table. He didn’t say anything just headed back to the table and took another cup of tea. Things were starting to get peculiar again, everything in the arena appeared to be distorted for some reason. It took you a minute but you finally realized it was the smoke again, and as always you could do nothing but choke on it. Man were you getting sick of the smoke. As you were focusing on it a loud bang sounded, you felt stinging pain like you’d been repeatedly slapped all over your body and were aware of the fact you were flying through the air. Slamming into something hard it knocked the wind out of you, the sound of all the guests laughter surrounded you -threatening to overwhelm you- as the arena faded to black. After a moment the roaring of the crowd filled your ears, it was finally over. A staff member, you weren’t sure who appeared in the arena to escort you to the hospital wing.


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