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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 20:38:00 GMT -5
If it sounded strange hearing a girl like her say even a mild curse, Lyric didn't point it out. "Do it because you want to," he said. "Because it lets you relax and forget for a while, not to piss on someone." He didn't do it to piss on his mother. Once in a while, when he was forced to think about it, he regretted it because of his mother. Then the rest would come back, and he remembered why he did it, and why he didn't really regret it at all.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 20:44:54 GMT -5
Quinn looked up at Lyric, "does it really help you forget?" The question was more of a question for a lifeline, less inquisitive, but still the inquisitive was there. She truly wanted to know if it would help to forget, "even if it's something really bad?" And if it did help forget something that big, what did Lyric have to forget. She would ask, but Adelle, no...Anna, no it was Adara, had told her to keep questions insular, not to expect so much.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 21:22:56 GMT -5
"Yes," Lyric said, his reply definite. "Even if it's really bad, you can forget for a while." It was the largest draw for him, larger than the rush, larger than the actual experience, which sometimes came with an equally large letdown. He forgot for a while, and he was a regular person, whole and unmarred, able to laugh and have fun and accept a casual touch from someone walking too closely by.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 21:25:37 GMT -5
Quinn thought about it for a minute, her mind thinking of all the things she always wanted to remember. But with each of those memories can violent ones, ones of neglect, pain, disappointment. Maybe she wasn't ready to face them all yet. Maybe forgetting for a while was the best thing, maybe then she could actually talk to people, face them and not think the worst of them. "Alright." Quinn glanced away for the confession, her fingers twisting her hair for a moment, "I'll try."
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 22:30:42 GMT -5
Lyric looked at the girl again, debating his next move before he nodded. He glanced around the corridor yet again, checking for anything out of place, a shadow, a noise that would alert him to someone else being nearby, but there was nothing. Just the two of them.
"Have you heard of the Room of Requirement?" he asked, lowering his voice almost intimately. "If it's open, we'll go there. I'll show you what to do and you can try it." More often than not, it seemed the room was used as a by-the-hour motel, but if no one was using it, it was the perfect place.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 22:38:27 GMT -5
Quinn felt nervous fidgety, something inside of her fluttering against her chest in a way that made her hesitate. But the idea of forgetting, even if only for a brief moment was worth it wasn't it? She shook her head, send loose a few strands of hair that she nervously tucked behind her ears again, "I haven't heard of it." She'd spent a lot of time wandering corridors, and if he'd asked for the kitchen she could have told him how to get there.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 23:11:36 GMT -5
"It's the worst kept secret at Hogwarts," Lyric said, keeping his voice low so that no one would overhear. "It's a room that turns into anyplace you want, whatever you need. I've been in a few times." And it had been perfect. Every time it had been exactly what he'd needed, a perfect release for everything he couldn't get out any other way. He nodded his head in the direction of the nearest stairwell. "Come on," he said, and before she could get any more nervous than she already looked, he turned to walk away.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 23:18:11 GMT -5
Anyplace she wanted, Quinn thought that there were a lot of things and places that she wanted out of this world. Quinn fell silent as she followed Lyric, a first since she'd been to Hogwarts. She could feel anticipation and nerves warring at the same time. She was barely a step behind Lyric dwarfed in his shadow, and yet like she had told him, she wasn't afraid of him.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 23:51:44 GMT -5
The walk took a while. The room was on the seventh floor, and though Lyric probably would have kept answering the girl's questions, she wasn't asking them anymore. When they got to the room, he looked around again, making sure for the hundredth time that there was no one to see or hear anything before he walked past the wall where the door would be. He concentrated as he walked past again, and a third time, until the door appeared, its handle resting innocently, as though it had no idea what he'd been thinking, what he intended.
The room was free and, as it had been the other few times he'd gotten in, exactly what he'd wanted, though he'd never once thought in specifics. It was bright enough to feed good thoughts, comfortably furnished with large, soft poufs and a low table. Lyric stood at the doorway, barely glancing at the girl as he waved her in, his concentration remaining on the corridor and being certain that they were alone.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 13, 2010 0:00:17 GMT -5
Quinn went into the room, and even though it wasn't very elegantly dressed it was bright and it looked welcoming. At the very least she felt more at ease, more safe than she'd ever felt in the past. "Did you really make this all up in your head yourself. It feels...it feels warm." Quinn's eyes feasted on the the soft comfort of the room, something you might find from a kid that had just about everything they could want in life but a safe space. Quinn closed her eyes and moment and spun in place once, feeling that tiny safe feeling start to blossom.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 13, 2010 0:24:38 GMT -5
Lyric closed the door and turned just in time to catch the end of the girl's spin and had a moment of confusion, something that seemed near constant around her. She just seemed too happy to want so badly to forget. He blinked and stepped away from the door after making sure it was securely locked. If he felt a moment of guilt at what he was doing, it was pushed down too quickly for him to feel. He didn't want guilt. He wanted to forget for a while, too.
"I knew what I wanted," he said, answering her question a moment or two late as he moved into the room. "The room took care of the details." He'd wanted someplace comfortable, someplace warm, but someplace simple. Someplace that wouldn't be overwhelming for her first time. "Go ahead and sit down if you want." She'd want to soon enough.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 13, 2010 9:34:14 GMT -5
Quinn opened her eyes a nodded, a blush staining her cheeks that she had actually spun in front of someone. It seemed so unlike her, but she'd felt something when she'd walked into this room. Quinn buried her fingers in her hair next to her temple as she sat down on one of the low round chair like objects. She had chosen today, to stick with one of her old dresses, rather than the pants that Markise had convinced her to buy, so she had to tuck her legs underneath her indian style so that she wasn't showing the world her panties.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 13, 2010 10:53:15 GMT -5
Lyric tried not to look too much at the girl as he took the other pouf, sitting down and shuffling slightly to get it just right before he turned to his bag. The table wasn't really a necessity this time, not with the way they were going to do this, but he guessed the room just would have felt too empty without it.
He glanced aside at the girl one last time before pulling the carved wood box out of his bag and setting it on the table. Then his wand came out, and he set about the combination of nonverbal spells he used to keep it closed from anyone who might come across it. About the size of a shoe box, it was covered with intricate carvings, the largest a star on the lid. When he opened it, it was filled with things he hoped the girl wouldn't recognize, hoped she wouldn't ask about. There was far too much to explain, and he wanted to get this started so he wouldn't have to think about it anymore.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 13, 2010 11:10:07 GMT -5
Quinn had been watching Lyric, until she saw the box come out of his bag. She didn't know, or upon seeing the box, care what was in it. She smiled when she saw the box, "did you carve that?" She loved working with the wands in her shop, it was the only thing she'd been able to do since she'd gotten here that took her head away from Kiley.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 13, 2010 11:44:08 GMT -5
Lyric looked sideways at the girl, his brows drawing slightly together at her question. "No," he said. He turned back to the contents of the box, wondering again what was wrong with her that everything seemed to go over her head.
He sorted through things until he found what he wanted, then drew it out and set it aside. A glance up and the room had provided something else he wanted; two goblets of pumpkin juice. "It's not strawberry," he said, "but it's my favorite." A moment later, he picked up one of the goblets and offered it to her. "It'll take a while, so don't expect anything to happen yet."
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