--*--The Triwizard Tournament--*-- (Rated PG-15)

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Turning to the right, piper sees a large bat like beast and, rather than recoil and run, she stands her ground. In a sudden movement the bat creature moves towards piper and then stops. A strained voice rolls out of the throat. "Piper," the voice pauses, as if in struggle, "why did you come looking for me here?" Then the beast brings a knife out and slashes its own face, "GO!" the beast yells and then the knife is at piper's throat. Breathing calmly piper keeps as still as possible, so not to move forward and cut her own throat. "And tell no one what you've seen, or there will be...serious consequences." Released by the creature, piper watches it recoil back into the corner to her left. Walking up to within a few meters of the creature piper stops and watches it cut itself again and whisper to itself. Once again the voice of angel rises out of the throat, telling piper to leave. Stepping forward even closer to angel, piper shakes her head, "I am not leaving you angel. You don't know the things my family has been through, the things I have been through. I have had far worse things than knives at my throat. I am not scared of you, though I will leave if need be. For now though, I am staying here with you. I can look after my self. I can tell you have no friends, even though you use your power to help every one. I have no friends either. I hope we can be friends, and I will stay by your side, no matter what." Stepping forward, piper snatches the knife out of angels hand and at the small outburst and retaliation, piper pushes off the ground and does a back flip and comes to a stop hovering up by the ceiling, ready to push off with her hands if she needs to, and wishing she had her small mechanical hook shot and hating magic for its ability to make electricity fail. For piper can hover, but she needs propulsion or help to move, other wise she would be able to fly, and last time she checked, her mum and aunties couldn't fly.
 
I flinched noticably as I saw the werewolf. Grimacing, I cast another glance upwards at the boy. I didn't know who he was or why I would, but I didn't have much of a choice. I couldn't well live with myself if I let him get bitten.

A few seconds later, I'd shifted in to a large, black panther. With a single, powerful leap, I was in the branch next to the boy.

Do not fear me, I whispered directly in to his mind, eyeing his knife. Please, get on my back and come with me. I'll get you out of here. It is dangerous to be this close to a werewolf without her wolfsbane.

I noticed Kimbala hackling down below, but I had to ignore her for now. She'd be able to get on my back with me as well.
 
I shook my head wordlessly and began tracing the flat of the knife blade over my skin. Suddenly, I flipped it closed and lept from the tree, landing in a crouch on the ground. Mentally, I called out to Ghost and began to inhabit his mind, his thoughts.

<OOC>All, I'm really sorry for length these next few days, but the comp I'm on is time-limited.<OOC>
 
I growled in anger and pounced down off the tree silently. I kept my new muscles tight, ready to pounce on the werewolf if need be.

Kimbala made a small noise behind me. I told her to get out of here. She wouldn't go at first, but it's rather difficult for a tiny fox to argue with a panther.

I watched in fear as the boy stood there, wondering what the heck we was doing. I was afraid for him, for his safety, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. I'd hurt him if I tried to forceably take him with me.
 
"Now that the fool is off my tail..." Mike said to himself as he deliberately walked past the dormatory area, "I can do some exploring." He walked down the halls into an area he hadn't seen before. "I suppose the professors do come in handy once in a while..." He pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket. It was the map of Beauxbatons School that Professor Thyppin had earlier. "Now then...I wonder if their potions room is up to par with that of Hogwarts."
As he walked toward what was marked as the potions room, Mike passed a giant window that looked out on the lake. He took a moment to look outside, and to his surprise, he saw a wolflike creature walking around the lake.
"A werewolf?" Mike thought to himself. "I wouldn't expect one of those to be here...but it is a full moon." He eyed the shining moon in the sky and thought, "Maybe it's one of the students...that would be very interesting." He checked the map and began walking toward the nearest door. "The potions room can wait. I've got a few tests to run...hehehe." He began snickering quietly as he exited the building, heading to the lake where he had seen the supposed werewolf.
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OOC: Bleh. I figure I should prolly start interacting with characters other then NPCs.
 
((Please note, if I use the word Varg or Man-Varg in any sentence, just be known that I am reffering to either a werewolf or a wolf in general. The Sight lingo, just so you know...))

Lifting her head, the werewolf sniffs the air. Though a rather gangly, skinny looking creature that looked nearly malnourished, one could see the frightening muscles that worked constantly beneath the thin pelt. A deep growl rumbles through the varg's throat, and its yellow-green eyes that so resemble both a wolf's and Simone's own gaze intently about her surroundings.

Because she has failed to take her potion, she had failed to possess human conciousness as to what she was doing. She was in the beast's mind, and nothing could overpower the mind of a man-varg when the moon is round. Even when the potion is taken it is hard for her to gain control of her actions and her thoughts.

On all four paws, the creature was about 5'6" in height, but while standing it was perhaps seven, or even eight feet high depending how it held herself. Muzzle long, it turns it towards movement that had occured in the faint moonlight, and it pants, letting its long tongue droop out of its magnificent maw. It sniffs, scenting the strange creatures.

Letting out another raucous howl, loud enough to rattle one's bones, it begins to make its way towards the boy, letting loose a tremulous roar. A werewolf has every intention to kill, and regrets not...unless they find out when having a conscious mind.
 
OOC: Well, Jake doesn't really have access to a computer today, so I suppose I must intervene for sake of plot development. If this isn't quite what you wanted to happen, Jake-chan, I apologize.

BIC: I growled myself and dashed between the two, my hackles rising stiffly.

Get out of here! I pleaded to the boy.

Keeping myself in line with the werewolf, I prepared for the inevitable attack. In an animal form, her bite wouldn't turn me, but they would still hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before. I wasn't nearly as large as she, but a panther wasn't exactly something to mess with unnecissarilly.

I flexed a huge paw in anxiousness, awaiting the creature's first move.
 
OOC: Wow...brain fart...snakes are reptiles, right? >_<
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"Two animals?" Mike said to himself under his breath as he crept through the underbrush. One advantage to training with snakes for so long was that he had stealth movement that rivaled even the smallest of the long reptiles. As he approached the scene closer, he saw that the wolf from before and a panther were staring eachother down, as if they were ready to fight. A normal boy was also standing in the vicinity.
"Hissss...." Tatsumi hissed quietly.
"Three different species. Should be the perfect testing field." Mike said as he slowly nudged Tatsumi around his wand. A faint green aura began to illuminate from the wand due to the power it gained when Tatsumi was synchronized with it.
"Wait in the brush until they have wounded eachother sssubssstantially..." A small, raspy, hissing voice came from Mike's wand. When synchronized with the wand, Tatsumi became able to communicate his thoughts in english or whatever other human language the wand wielder chose. Mike did know Parseltongue, but preferred to use it only in an emergency or when only it could be used to accomplish a task.
"Alright." Mike replied softly, crouching down behind some bushes and preparing to watch the impending fight through the bramble.
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OOC: Pareseltongue is the snake language, right?
 
OOC: Yes to both Burninating Torchic. And there's not much to do for me now, I just had to answer that question for him.

But, will the tasks be explained as the time comes to do them? Like, by either Thorns or Psychotic Demon?
 
OOC: Sorry for my lack of posting, New RPG (Oblivion) Has laid a claim to my soul. @_@

I rolled my head on my shoulders, having mostly stayed out of the way through this whole ordeal. Going to whoever their nurse, doctor, or whatever they called them here wasn't really an option. At that thought, my hand strayed to my right shoulder for just a moment... I shook my head, and walked off, deciding to "blend in with the crowd" Until I had my oportunity to get outside for some fresh air. I sighed, and almost had my eyes closed as I walked in the general direction of a small lake, deep in thought. It was a charm, but it had to be linked with transfiguration to cause me to change like this... That meant I'd have to really think on it if I wanted to change back. I continued walking, almost oblivious to the world around me, and the danger I was heading into.
 
OOC: Sorry I haven't been posting much, I just really can't get into it. Sorry guys, but I think I'm gonna have to quit. It's not really that interesting. I know the "action" hasn't really started, but I just don't think it would be much fun for me.

Once again, I'm really sorry for leaving, but I haven't been posting much, and I don't thing its very fair to the others who have been posting very much. I can't really role-play when I don't find somehthing fun or intesting, and it's just not happening for me. ;_;
 
I could see the muscles in my legs tense as I lept onto my back, landing nimbly as I charged forward, snarling. I lept over the girl, now a panther and landed noiselessly. The boy-me on my back shouted to her, "You should leave, and soon!" The noise hurt my sensitive ears as I began snarling, padding softly around the werewolf.
 
I merely growled at him. If you get bitten, you'll be forever changed and destroyed. If I get bitten, I bleed.

With that, I took up a stance on the opposing side of the werewolf. She's too much for any one thing to handle. If we work together, we might stand a chance. If either one of us tries this alone, it could well be certain death. Don't let your confidence or pride stand in the way of your life.
 
I began circling the creature, my fangss bared. I was larger than it, to be sure, already I stood to a human's shoulder and was still growing, but the girl was right about the consequences of hasty action. The other me on my back said, "Fine," before lying low on me, giving less of a target. He had good instincts, it seemed. I continued my anxious circling , eventually putting an open field to my back, the lake to the werewolf's.
 
((Bah, I'm sorry...did my werewolf ruin this RP? ... :( ))

Growling, the creature rose upon its feet to its eight-foot glory, making a swipe towards the creature cricling her. It then leapt over the beast with inhuman ability, matching the leap of a wolf, though only upon both forepaws, and she made her way towards the panther.

In the maniacle mind of a werwolf, one could pressume the beast a stupid, lacking human intelligence, but it was not. It was cunning and dangerous, and though it lacked a human brain, it could still come up with ideas as of attacking. Its mind was on the panther, to her, that was a bigger threat, and she leapt upon the beast, aiming its jowls to the throat...
 
OOC: No I don't think so, it's just the fact that my character isn't really bent upon going out to meet a werewolf, and so she's just in bed...sleeping you know. So I guess that's that until this whole thing is over, but take your time, I'm going to be gone from April 5th to the 9th.
 
With a growl I skipped out of the way of the werewolf, taking a bite at her thigh. I took a wide circle away from her, closing her in with her back to the lake, her front to myself and the direwolf.
 
I spun around and lept again, over the beast, keeping it moderately surrounded. I began snapping visiously at the backs of it's legs, the crucial ligaments and muscle groups.
 
OOC: Gah...I apologize for things being so scattered, as it's no one's fault but mine. With Psychotic_Demon's absence, and me being busy, things have gone kind of haywire...but don't worry, P_D will probably fix things up today, now that she's back.

Tyson, we'll miss you. I'm sorry it hasn't been fun, that's my fault too.

And yes, we'll find out the tasks later, when P_D and I find that the time is appropriate.

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"What...?" Angel's eyes widened in shock and surprise as Piper snatched the blade from her hands, and there was enough consciousness left in her still to feel rather...touched by the other girl's gesture, and what she said. Nonetheless, though, her instincts had soon regained control. With a horrifying, bat-like grace, she had glided up to Piper on her leathery wings.

"Leave, scum, if you will," she spat in a low, raspy, dramatic tone. "Leave, or rot with the other cowards, whose bones and blood I scattered to the earth to feed the maggots." Laughing bitterly, she hissed, almost like a cat, lashing out at Piper's arm with her nails, scratching the girl down her left arm and drawing...

Blood....

Licking her lips in anticipation, Angel flew closer to Piper, close enough to lap at the wound. Her ruby eyes were on fire again, their animalistic, slit-like pupils burning with desire. Clutching Piper's arm, Angel bit into it, hard, sapping the blood and the strength of the limb with it. As Piper's form crumpled and dropped from the ceiling, Angel's eyes flashed back to their natural blue, and she burst into tears as she realized the terror of what she had done. "Piper!" she cried, gliding down to where the girl lay. Her tears continued to stream to the floor as she sobbed at Piper's side. "I'm so sorry..."
 
Piper waits, tensed, when suddenly, angel flies up and slashes pipers arm. As piper cries out in pain at the open wound, angel flies towards her and bite s down on her arm. "Angel no!" feeling weak she closes her eyes as she stops levitating and falls to the stone floor. The moment before she hits the floor, piper yells out a name, "LEO!". Hitting the stone floor with a thud, piper loses consciousness, just as a mass of swirling white and blue lights appears, turning into a man of about 6 foot. He looks about and sees piper. Kneeling down on his knees he puts his hands over her and a yellow light washes over her. Slowly her wounds heal but she remains unconscious. Seeing angel, the man turns around. "Hi I'm Leo. I'm her uncle. She should be conscious. She must have been hurt really bad. Do you know what did that to her? it must hae been fast, other wise she would have blown it up. Well, sorry. I can't stay. I need to get back to my wife. Oh, and you can not tell any one about me. Ok? Bye" the man then disappears again in the same way he appeared.
 
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