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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 18:12:44 GMT -5
Class had ended early, and all Lyric could think as he'd walked out, book bag in tow, was how much time he had until his next class started. Shadow had turned toward the usual corridor, fluffy tail raised, but Lyric had stood there for a moment, thinking and debating.
Finally, he'd just begun walking. He'd needed out, and he'd known he wouldn't have long anyway. When he wasn't in class, the professor would report him and they'd send someone after him. He'd had just enough time to cross the grounds and get to Hogsmeade, and after this, it would be a game of how long he could play before he was found.
He felt a twinge of guilt for locking Shadow in the bathroom on the ground floor. The cat didn't get out either, but he'd have no fun being nipped and hissed at, and he'd wondered if the cat wouldn't run off to Kane and blow everything. He'd walked in as though taking a reasonable detour, and the moment Shadow had perched on a counter, he'd slipped back out, pulling the heavy door shut behind him.
It was so worth the trouble he was going to get in. The sunlight and the cool breeze seemed like so much more when he knew he wasn't trapped within the gates of the castle. There were shops he hadn't seen in forever, and even his own shop, the windows boarded up from when he'd been hiding out. He'd had so much money then. There were so many things he'd missed.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 18:42:22 GMT -5
Emilian was more comfortable with his lot now, even if he was still drinking more than he used to. He didn't feel it as much anymore. It was rare that he left his shop, so it was pure chance that he saw the vaguely familiar form in the street. His feet slowed as he tried to place him. An image of the Prophet floated into his mind, followed by a possible name, Trent. He hovered for a moment before coming up to him and greeting him. "Hello, I can't say I've seen you walking around here before."
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 18:52:41 GMT -5
Lyric immediately put himself on the offense, and unconsciously stretched up taller, leaning slightly away. If he'd ever had any trust for people, it had lessened in large chunks over the past year or so, and he suddenly, reflexively wished Shadow was nearby. "Should I know you?" he asked, then mentally placed his wand. If this had anything to do with his previous life, he reminded himself, he was out of the business.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 18:59:42 GMT -5
"Calm down," Emilian said. His thumbs found belt loops at his sides and his hands settled loosely over his pockets. "I don't know, I figured just about everyone knew who I was." But then, he had been so far out of the loop for the past...year? He didn't even know anymore. For all he knew he was completely out of the school's memory by now. "Emilian Sota, at your service." He gave a little nodding bow.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 19:03:49 GMT -5
Lyric's brows drew together as the name squirmed into his mind, digging out a recent memory. "You're seeing Jory," he said. The statement was originally intended as clarification, to be sure he was talking to the person he thought he was, but a moment later, he pulled back a tight fist, and with all the strength he'd gained from being forced to eat properly, he threw that fist directly toward the bastard's face. He could clarify after.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 19:19:33 GMT -5
Emilian had opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the hit. He took a couple of staggering steps backward and pulled his hands free. His eyes turned icy and he tightened his hands into fists to return the favor. He hadn't had a good fight in too long. Why ask questions when he could just respond in kind?
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 19:45:53 GMT -5
Lyric's wand was out in that brief moment when Emilian was stopped with shock. He hadn't had any kind of fight since before rehab, but considering he'd been at it since he was eleven, he was confident dueling about anyone. "Don't even f~ing think about it," he growled. "I'll tear your ***damn **** off and fuse it to your forehead."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 20:06:09 GMT -5
Emilian stopped himself and pulled his hand back. His eyes narrowed and he sneered. "Oh look who has some balls," he said. "Haven't seen that in a long time." It had been years since his fight with Chase, and nearly two since his fight with Michael. "So what'd I do to piss you off?" Or was he just paying for past crimes again?
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 20:11:27 GMT -5
Lyric threw a heavy nonverbal zap dangerously near Emilian's more sensitive regions as warning. He'd slipped into his less patient side, and wasn't going to take disrespect. It was surprisingly easy to do so, even without the drugs. "You wanna stop being a d~ or would some boils shut you up?" he asked. A nice, controlled Furnunculus might be a good place to start. Lyric considered not waiting for an answer.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 20:19:20 GMT -5
Emilian grunted, debating whether pulling his wand would be a good idea or not. "Bah, boils," he said dismissively. "Your headmaster nearly killed me and I didn't shut up, do you really think some punk I've never met will be able to do it?" He decided then that it would be better to have his wand out, especially since he was a step or two too far to just move and remove the guy's wand.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 20:28:14 GMT -5
Lyric shot the spell, as threatened, and zaps toward any part of him that moved. "Maybe this punk could kick about any ass at the school." He was tired of hearing Emilian talk. He wasn't saying anything that brought any feelings of sympathy, or even pity, and it was annoying. Langlock! He'd just glue his tongue down for now, then decide if he wanted to tie him up and beat him Muggle-style or go through with his threat to remove the guy's genitals.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 20:43:04 GMT -5
Emilian wasn't expecting that and gagged slightly on the sudden loss of all ability to talk. His eyes narrowed again. He was wary of the guy now, if it had been anything but a wand fight he could have held his own. Hell, if he had known he was about to be punched he could have held his own. Now, he was all but at the guy's mercy, various areas still stinging from various zaps. He tried a shield that he knew would be blasted through with a good spell.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 20:56:57 GMT -5
Expelliarmus! "Now that you're listening," Lyric began, "I may as well tell you what's going on." He began to pick and choose minor to moderate jinxes and hexes, shooting them at random like a cat toying with its prey. He'd work up to bigger things, or if he got bored or impatient, he'd cut to the main point.
"Leave Jory alone." He paused a moment for some sense of recognition.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 21:09:21 GMT -5
Emilian would have busted out with a laugh if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't speak, and the pain he was in now. Who did this guy think he was to tell him what to do? He'd leave the kid alone when he stopped visiting or he got bored himself. He gathered up the last bit of strength he had through the hexes and jinxes and hurled himself at the guy.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 21:36:47 GMT -5
F~. The last thing Lyric could think to do before impact was throw Levicorpus. He'd have preferred something more serious, like a good Petrificus Totalus or Sectumsempra, but they were in the street, and what he wanted to do would be better done down the nearest alley.
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