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astrocat · 04-29-2021, 01:34 AM

SPOILER!!: archNemesis Upstead and Phoebe

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Originally Posted by Felixir

What, Nem wondered, should be first on the agenda, upon reaching school. Sure, there was the feast, but beyond that. They had some things to sort out, and then they'd obviously be stopping by to see the Headsman. Maybe Recard too. And Varma. Perhaps Weasley. Schmoe. How much did any of them know? Would any of them even be back, or had they totally lost their composure and quit the castle? Nem also had to admit to a little curiosity regarding the status of the Wooden Bridge, and the ravine below it, but none of these things would provide much in the way of long-lasting entertainment. Bernadette would be around, at least. Oh, and they didn't doubt that some of those have-a-go heroes would be crawling out of the woodwork, now they had their opportunity. That might be fun.

Nem had drifted back to their book again, clearly back to paying very little attention to the inane prattling. It wasn't unlike accidentally setting Ezra off with anything that reminded him of a Thrianta or whatever, only when he got going he tended to stick with the same topic and get really into the minutiae of the matter. Showed he really did have something resembling a brain in there, so... maybe the two situations weren't that alike after all. "I'm not interested in drama. Or fame."

They shifted slightly now so their bony shoulder blades pressed against the wall of the compartment, and ran a crooked index finger back and forth along the neckline of their shirt. "And I already have a twin. We're very alike." That depended on perspective, but though a veritable chasm of difference had been opening up between them over the years, Nem and Pax were still strikingly similar in some ways. Appearance, for example. Certain aspects of it, at any rate. Nem paused at a point on their current page, marked it with a finger, and flipped back several chapters to check something else as they spoke. "Like looking in a mirror."

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

There was a part of Phoebe that expected to run into Tavie on the train. Turn a corner and spot Flynn. But they weren't on the train, and so Phoebe was sort of pretending like she wasn't looking for anyone. She wasn't going to be disappointed not to see people she wanted to see, so anyone she did see would be a pleasant surprise.

Except... this was not a pleasant surprise. Phoebe spotted Nemesis Upstead sitting in one of the carriages with Ashley Fox, and her stomach clenched. Fear. Revulsion. Anger. Her skin crawled and her heart sped up, AND THIS WAS NOT HOW THIS TERM WAS SUPPOSED TO FEEL. It was supposed to be better.

Maybe she should have gone to see that therapist like her mum suggested.

"Fox. You're taller," Phoebe stepped to the door of the carriage and gave the younger girl a nod. "Upstead..." What exactly did she want to say to them? "Are we supposed to play nice?"

Oh, so they were dropping pretenses apparently now. That was a pity. Faking was more fun and more safe. And just as much as her annoying but clam personality melted away, so did her expression. It was as if her face melted, but not literally. It was more like her soul draining away actually, until there was nothing left but her eyes. Her eyes were brown and would be honestly quite pretty if they didn't have a look of emptiness in them. Or pain, or the cold screams of dying souls or whatever. "You do seem like the type of person who would like mirrors. Not just the solitary confinement kind." Since they thought so much of themself, apparently. Blah blah, I'm special and good at magic etc. "I bet you would like them a lot more though if you tried wearing one of those ominous hoods like the hoodie squad. It would be very cool, and you wouldn't have to actually see your face." Yes that last part was uncalled for, and yes they were attractive, but insults never needed to be accurate anyway.

Her eyes flickered to the door. "Hey Phoebe. I have grown taller. Surprise." She did not bother to answer the question about playing nice. Nobody was exactly being nice right now.

Ash had many things that she took turns hating. The Universe, the government that left her to die, archNemesis Upstead, Emmerson, Rosier's memories... It was the Universe today, but archNemesis Upstead was coming pretty close to being more evil than the universe. Almost. Then again, archNemesis Upstead never made her commit any arson. "Have either of you ever almost drowned before? Or burned to death? Or done anything super cool like that? Treason doesn't count, because then I wouldn't get to win this game." This conversation was stupid, but it was infinitely better than having a real conversation. If she was stuck between having a one sided small-talk conversation with archNemesis Upstead, that was better than having a two sided conversation where they tried to see exactly how much they could talk to her about without making her explode with blind rage. Wayyyy better.

04-29-2021, 01:34 AM	#21 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,177 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cameron Rhodes Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Fox-Matthews Hufflepuff Second Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? SPOILER!!: archNemesis Upstead and Phoebe Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir What, Nem wondered, should be first on the agenda, upon reaching school. Sure, there was the feast, but beyond that. They had some things to sort out, and then they'd obviously be stopping by to see the Headsman. Maybe Recard too. And Varma. Perhaps Weasley. Schmoe. How much did any of them know? Would any of them even be back, or had they totally lost their composure and quit the castle? Nem also had to admit to a little curiosity regarding the status of the Wooden Bridge, and the ravine below it, but none of these things would provide much in the way of long-lasting entertainment. Bernadette would be around, at least. Oh, and they didn't doubt that some of those have-a-go heroes would be crawling out of the woodwork, now they had their opportunity. That might be fun. Nem had drifted back to their book again, clearly back to paying very little attention to the inane prattling. It wasn't unlike accidentally setting Ezra off with anything that reminded him of a Thrianta or whatever, only when he got going he tended to stick with the same topic and get really into the minutiae of the matter. Showed he really did have something resembling a brain in there, so... maybe the two situations weren't that alike after all. "I'm not interested in drama. Or fame." They shifted slightly now so their bony shoulder blades pressed against the wall of the compartment, and ran a crooked index finger back and forth along the neckline of their shirt. "And I already have a twin. We're very alike." That depended on perspective, but though a veritable chasm of difference had been opening up between them over the years, Nem and Pax were still strikingly similar in some ways. Appearance, for example. Certain aspects of it, at any rate. Nem paused at a point on their current page, marked it with a finger, and flipped back several chapters to check something else as they spoke. "Like looking in a mirror." Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin There was a part of Phoebe that expected to run into Tavie on the train. Turn a corner and spot Flynn. But they weren't on the train, and so Phoebe was sort of pretending like she wasn't looking for anyone. She wasn't going to be disappointed not to see people she wanted to see, so anyone she did see would be a pleasant surprise. Except... this was not a pleasant surprise. Phoebe spotted Nemesis Upstead sitting in one of the carriages with Ashley Fox, and her stomach clenched. Fear. Revulsion. Anger. Her skin crawled and her heart sped up, AND THIS WAS NOT HOW THIS TERM WAS SUPPOSED TO FEEL. It was supposed to be better. Maybe she should have gone to see that therapist like her mum suggested. "Fox. You're taller," Phoebe stepped to the door of the carriage and gave the younger girl a nod. "Upstead..." What exactly did she want to say to them? "Are we supposed to play nice?" Oh, so they were dropping pretenses apparently now. That was a pity. Faking was more fun and more safe. And just as much as her annoying but clam personality melted away, so did her expression. It was as if her face melted, but not literally. It was more like her soul draining away actually, until there was nothing left but her eyes. Her eyes were brown and would be honestly quite pretty if they didn't have a look of emptiness in them. Or pain, or the cold screams of dying souls or whatever. "You do seem like the type of person who would like mirrors. Not just the solitary confinement kind." Since they thought so much of themself, apparently. Blah blah, I'm special and good at magic etc. "I bet you would like them a lot more though if you tried wearing one of those ominous hoods like the hoodie squad. It would be very cool, and you wouldn't have to actually see your face." Yes that last part was uncalled for, and yes they were attractive, but insults never needed to be accurate anyway. Her eyes flickered to the door. "Hey Phoebe. I have grown taller. Surprise." She did not bother to answer the question about playing nice. Nobody was exactly being nice right now. Ash had many things that she took turns hating. The Universe, the government that left her to die, archNemesis Upstead, Emmerson, Rosier's memories... It was the Universe today, but archNemesis Upstead was coming pretty close to being more evil than the universe. Almost. Then again, archNemesis Upstead never made her commit any arson. "Have either of you ever almost drowned before? Or burned to death? Or done anything super cool like that? Treason doesn't count, because then I wouldn't get to win this game." This conversation was stupid, but it was infinitely better than having a real conversation. If she was stuck between having a one sided small-talk conversation with archNemesis Upstead, that was better than having a two sided conversation where they tried to see exactly how much they could talk to her about without making her explode with blind rage. Wayyyy better.