sortinghat_logs | The winds of change~~

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The winds of change~~

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Anything from fun to serious
RATING: PG-13+
WHEN: 20th - 23rd April
WHERE: All around the school
WHAT: Canon selves event! A seance gone awry has had its effect on the school, bringing about mental and physical changes to students and staff alike! Full details of the combinations of effects can be found here.
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whichever style you like.

[Spring brings change, but that change isn't always a good thing! Whether your character has changed entirely into their canon self, or only in part, please keep in mind that whatever they know/learn of their original canon during this event will be unable to be clearly recalled - disappearing with their past self - when the event is over. This is to avoid fourth-walling after the conclusion of the event.

Please also keep in mind that some people will not want to fourth-wall during the event! Make sure it's alright with the other player before you decide to do that. Above all, though, have fun!]

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[She is very happy to let him have the pencil and watches him, interested and excited]

[He smiles in thanks and turns to a new page, starting on a fairly simply but detailed enough self-portrait of how he sees himself - i.e. as a troll, horns, skull makeup, sewed shut lips and all. Eventually he finishes and returns the book to her, pointing to the picture then to himself to make it apparent that the troll on the page is how he sees himself.]

[She watches, quietly and patiently. The person he draws has enough familiar traits--the outline of his jaw, the wild hair, his eyes that Meulin can see that it's himself that Kurloz is drawing. She really wouldn't have thought much of the addition of horns, or the makeup (though the stitches might have perturbed her no matter what) if not for how insistent Kurloz seems.

She blinks at him when he points to himself and then looks back down at the drawing. She lightly traces the lines he has drawn, starting with the horns and moving down to his face. Her expression is one of complete curiosity and slight wonder till she gets to the stitches which cause her to frown and furrow her brow a bit.

She looks up at Kurloz and points to the picture, then at him again as if to confirm.]

[Nodding vigorously because YAY it's getting through!]

[Meulin isn't really sure what to think. Is this how Kurloz sees himself? Or is this just how he sees himself now? She's never seen a creature that looks like that before and she liked to think she knew magical creatures pretty well.

She pauses for a moment, before pointing to his stitched lips and looking at him questioningly, a small frown on her face.]

[He nods again and makes a sewing motion over his lips to indicate it's something that needs doing.]

[Waaaaait, wait, wait, wait. Is he trying to get her to help him do this? Now she's even more certain that she should not have given him those scissors. She's still not 100% sure what he plans to do with them, but it definitely won't be any good.

She frowns and firmly gives a shake of her head.]

[Frowns and narrows his eyes, suddenly very distrusting of her.]

[That's an expression she never would have expected Kurloz to give her, ever, and it hurts more than she would care to admit.

She softens her expression, but shakes her head again.

The sketchbook is set aside and she makes a scissoring motion, much like he had done for her, then clasps her hands together as if pleading, and then holds a hand out.]

[His frown grows more pronounced and he shakes his head, pulling away from her.]

[That only cements her worries and determination to get it back. She tries once again to beseech him, following him and clasping her hands. He's going to hurt himself if she allows him to keep those scissors, she just knows it]

[Shaking his head more, he stands and backs away from her.]

[Meulin remains seated, looking sad. Even the silly cat ears she wears seem to droop to mirror her mood. If Kurloz isn't going to hand them over, there's no way she'd manage to physically get them from him.

Which means she has to result to magic.

Meulin would never use magic on Kurloz without his express permission. A summoning charm should be enough, but even so she doesn't like that it has to come to this, but the alternative is letting Kurloz keep those scissors and she feels like a moron for giving them to him to begin with.

She pulls out her wand, flicking it in the proper movements and speaks:]

Accio scissors!

[Kurloz jumps when the scissors tear out of his pocket and straight into Meulin's hand, his own hands snatching for them before they shoot out of his reach. He scowls at the girl and bares his teeth, looking downright feral and menacing for just an instant before pulling it all in again, expression blank as he tucks his hands back in his pockets and just stares down at her.]

[Crap. So much for that plan.

The way he looks at her actually makes her jerk but and fear begins to course through her, but concern for her friend overrides it still. Meulin tightens her grip on her wand and stands up, eyes never leaving Kurloz's. Where his expression is blank hers is clearly upset. What should she do? He isn't reaching for his wand which means he either doesn't have it with him, or has forgotten about it thanks to whatever spell or curse is messing with him.

Which means she has an arsenal of spells at her disposal but...

It would be easy to use a binding spell but even now, Meulin can't bring herself to raise her wand against Kurloz directly. That would be the very last resort.]

Kurloz. [Hopefully that could at least still be understood. She held out her free hand, beseechingly]

Come on. Please.

[He sneers at the hand, glaring at Meulin. She's not his Meulin at all, his Meulin would never dare try to stop him, try to go against him, and even if she did he could just use his chucklevoodoos on her to make her fucking OBEY-

But no. He doesn't have his chucklevoodoos and this isn't Meulin.

The glare fades again and he turns away from her, hands in his pockets and glancing around the infirmary in search of other bladed objects he might be able to make use of.]

[She held on tightly to the scissors, and put them away in an inside pocket of her robe.

Meulin wasn't surprised that he didn't take her hand, but she had to at least try. Now came the predicament of figuring out how to restrain him without actually casting any spells directly on him. He was clearly looking around for something--like another sharp object, or maybe even a weapon.

Desperate, Meulin went for the next thing to pop into her panicking mind.]

Avis!

[Tiny, silvery birds popped out of her wand to flutter about her, seeming to be made more of light than any actual substance. She pointed the wand at Kurloz and they flew at him, all of them trying to goad him back towards the bed.]

[He's ready to lunge at her when he sees the wand flashing-

But then the silvery twitter beasts appear. Kurloz stares at the birds and swats at them with his hands, trying to get them to go away, inadvertently backing away towards the other bed.]

[The birds darted about his hands, most of them managing to dodge him. One let out a small squeak when a hand came in contact with it and evaporated.

Okay. This was surprisingly working, for the most part, which meant she just needed to keep her calm. He was close to the bed now which meant she just needed to find something to restrain him.

Her eyes darted around the room, but nothing seemed to pop out at her. She didn't exactly have the luxury of taking her time and slowly looking. Her eyes landed on the bed closest to her and she grabbed at the sheet, hurridly using her wand and the severing charm to rip two thick, long strips.]

[As soon as he hears the ripping he turns his attention back on Meulin, eyes narrowing dangerously when he sees the torn sheet. Suddenly the birds don't matter and if she doesn't do something quick, Kurloz might just attack Meulin.]

[She'd only been halfway through tearing the second strip when she sees that Kurloz is no longer concerned about the birds. They flutter about him, still trying to edge him away but she can see it's not going to work.

She's getting clumsier with her motions, having trouble thinking under such pressure. It was always so easy in class, because a part of her knew that no matter what the teacher was right there to intervene if needed. Here if she failed, both she and Kurloz would end up getting hurt. Meulin tries to back away, pulling the sheet along with her. Her original plan wasn't going to work which meant really, the sheet was useless. She didn't know why she was pulling it along. She dropped it and raised her wand. She didn't have a choice. She had to knock him out. If she didn't, not only would he possibly hurt both of them, but when he came to he'd never stop beating himself up over it. That was that thought that finally made her steel herself.]

Kurloz. Stop it. I'm trying to help you and if you try anything I'll have to take drastic measure. [She knew he couldn't understand her, but hopefully he could read the warning in her tone. She hated to have to do it but if he attacked, she'd finally have to fall back on stupefy.]

[He bares his teeth when she holds the wand up, knowing far too well that it can do things to him. He crouches, ready to pounce at her.]

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The winds of change~~

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