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BanaBatGirl · 03-28-2021, 08:36 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

NEMESIS UPSTEAD: NEO-ALLIANCE

A spell? Any other time, maybe, especially to save themselves, but not right now. That wouldn't do for Burnbridge, even if Nem's arms were starting to strain with the exertion of pulling her up, and the broken floorboards dug painfully into their chest. The remains of the structure fractured and splintered around them. It was easy to take no notice. Effortless.

Although, was someone firing spells this way? Irresponsible. Nem was trying to save a life over here. Or something. At least the Neo-Alliance followers had apparently taken their leave from the bridge, one way or another.

Right, yes, the one thing. "Just to answer your question..." Nem stopped trying to heave the woman up over the side for a moment, endeavoured only to keep her in place as they leaned in a little closer, all the better to rivet their blue eyes unfalteringly on hers. What was it Lucien Rosier had told them? Oh yes. "There is nothing wrong with me." They grinned pleasantly, digging their fingers spitefully into Burnbridge's arms. Seemed they were done here. "Your services are no longer required."

Dropping the smile, face inscrutable once again, Nemesis Upstead let go, shoving Former Headmistress Anastasia Reina Bunbury Truebridge's hands away and snatching at her wand in the process.

"Peace."

For a moment, Annie thought, she really thought, that she was going to win this one. Upstead the Umpteenth really had her believing. Look at those icy orbs staring into her soul; surely someone who looked nearly as precious and beautiful and talented and intelligent and fabulous as her (because, obviously, her eyes were sharper, so once again, Nem just wasn't quite on par) couldn't do such a thing to her.

Surely... this was the case.

And surely, just as surely, her narcissism would be her downfall.

The woman's perfectly outlined and lipsticked red mouth opened in a wide O of surprise when Nemesis Upstead let go of her arms (which hurt, by the way; her arms physically and emotionally hurt now; AND now she'd be falling to her grave with blemished skin on her forearms). Bunz fell with only one last word which was really very telling of her personality and outlook on life and everything else:

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!"

Hopefully, the redheaded Queen would stay dead down there at the bottom of the ravine. Because, to be clear, she was.

Dead.

03-28-2021, 08:36 PM	#82 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,216 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	I AM the QU--- nay. RIP (rest in power) to this one. Smdh. Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir NEMESIS UPSTEAD: NEO-ALLIANCE A spell? Any other time, maybe, especially to save themselves, but not right now. That wouldn't do for Burnbridge, even if Nem's arms were starting to strain with the exertion of pulling her up, and the broken floorboards dug painfully into their chest. The remains of the structure fractured and splintered around them. It was easy to take no notice. Effortless. Although, was someone firing spells this way? Irresponsible. Nem was trying to save a life over here. Or something. At least the Neo-Alliance followers had apparently taken their leave from the bridge, one way or another. Right, yes, the one thing. "Just to answer your question..." Nem stopped trying to heave the woman up over the side for a moment, endeavoured only to keep her in place as they leaned in a little closer, all the better to rivet their blue eyes unfalteringly on hers. What was it Lucien Rosier had told them? Oh yes. *"There is nothing* wrong with me." They grinned pleasantly, digging their fingers spitefully into Burnbridge's arms. Seemed they were done here. "Your services are no longer required." Dropping the smile, face inscrutable once again, Nemesis Upstead let go, shoving Former Headmistress Anastasia Reina Bunbury Truebridge's hands away and snatching at her wand in the process. "Peace."** For a moment, Annie thought, she really thought, that she was going to win this one. Upstead the Umpteenth really had her believing. Look at those icy orbs staring into her soul; surely someone who looked nearly as precious and beautiful and talented and intelligent and fabulous as her (because, obviously, her eyes were sharper, so once again, Nem just wasn't quite on par) couldn't do such a thing to her. Surely... this was the case. And surely, just as surely, her narcissism would be her downfall. The woman's perfectly outlined and lipsticked red mouth opened in a wide O of surprise when Nemesis Upstead let go of her arms (which hurt, by the way; her arms physically and emotionally hurt now; AND now she'd be falling to her grave with blemished skin on her forearms). Bunz fell with only one last word which was really very telling of her personality and outlook on life and everything else: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!" Hopefully, the redheaded Queen would stay dead down there at the bottom of the ravine. Because, to be clear, she was. Dead. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind