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Her friends were not around, nobody was around to aid Eris in her late night expedition. Not even Max or Dorian were around to aid in the hunt for the masked figure that Eris was currently partaking on. It was nighttime, and for some reason, the prefects seemed to not be in the corridor Eris was walking in. She was completely alone, treading the hallways with the sole intent to find whichever figure was terrifying the students of the school.

A hand on her wand, clutched tightly in her hands, even though the folds of her oversized robes dropped over, and seemed to hide the wand from view ever so slightly, a scowl etched onto her face, the girl eyed every shadow with an extreme look of displeasure on her pale face. There was nothing to be done. Even the meeting with a few other students hadn't lead to anything being solved. There was still a figure on the loose, threading Eris's friends, everyone at school, and the school that she had come to love. There was no way that her chance at a life that wasn't mundane was going to be ruined by a man or woman hiding in the shadows, threatening the life of students and staff. At least they  hadn't tried to kill anyone.

Was it a stupid idea for an 11 year old girl to take on a figure that could of been years older than her? Yes, of course. But logic did not do anything, not when compared to the rage and fear that haunted the mind of Eris Fawley. She was not going to be idle, sitting by while danger lurked in the shadows.  She was a Gryffindor for a reason, and had a reputation to uphold, friends to defend, and a school to explore. So she would not stand idly by, like a good 11 year old child would be.

No, she was going to be like the heroes of story books, fierce and unrelenting in their quests to bring justice. Tracing her empty  hand on the cold wall of the hallway, the girl traced her footsteps from mere nights ago, entering a room with a solitary painting.

The man in the painting looked worse than the last time she had seen him, face drawn. He leapt into the air of his painting when he saw the girl, but relaxed again when he saw the features aligning her face. He nodded his head, seemingly too tired to admonish or greet her.

Letting her arms hang loose at her sides, wand hanging heavily at her side, right hand clutching it as tightly as possible, Eris clapped her hands, letting the sound echo through the empty room. There was no prefect that patrolled this part of the castle. Not one that she knew about. And either way, she wasn't here for Prefects.

As if the message wasn't clear enough, her voice called out into the darkness, sending the painting squealing back into the background of his painting. "Whoever is stalking the children of the school, come out." It would not be fitting to add please, but Eris almost did say please, catching herself before the words slipped out.

Hopefully something would come out of the shadows, something that wasn't another student that she would have to explain her whereabouts to. Or worse, a prefect. No, she didn't want any of that. She wanted to confront the figure that was plaguing the school, and she wanted to do it now.
Last edited by Eris Fawley on 20th June 2018, 8:03 am, edited 1 time in total.

THE EXTREME ALWAYS SEEMS TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION.
Eris Fawley:
Strength: 6 //Agility: 10 //Control: 9 //Stamina: 10

Mors Innocentiae  PV   Finished 

The masked figure knew that rumors had been spreading of his existence. Master was angry at him for being so careless and failing to murder the students who did see him. That was not the intent of his placement in the school, despite constant orders he could not follow to the contrary. He thought the Master was too careless and would get them caught. In fact, he almost wished he would be caught. A command had come down telling him to silence those who spotted him and were spreading rumors. That would be tough to do considering he did not even know who all had seen him, but rumors were easy enough to overhear. The whole school was whispering about it to the point even the Masked Figure himself knew it.

A prefect walked by on their patrol, ignorant to the boy in the shadows. It was easy to avoid them in such a dark castle with so many corridors to explore. Less students would wander at night now. Rumors or not, paranoia kept them away it seemed. This was good for him. He did not want students getting in the way of his nightly work. It was important to be unknown.

Silence those who seek you.

Master was relentless in his commands. The masked figure had no idea where to begin without going into dorms and truly endangering himself. It seemed he did not need much searching though as the next floor he approached had someone basically shouting for him to appear. A smaller girl he had seen in the halls another night. One of his previous victims. A bold Gryffindor girl to give her credit. A stupid move though on her part. She seemed alone and he was certain she must be so foolish considering the red she wore.

"Be careful what you wish for, little one." he said coldly, wand pointing from the shadows. "Spongify"

The girl's wand would become limp and useless. He was not here to duel or get into some fight. If she wanted that, it would come another day. He was here to silence her. If she failed to listen, the next visit wouldn't be so friendly.

"You wish to... speak... to me? You won't be needing that wand."

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So it was a boy--or more likely a man that was haunting the inhabitants of the school. The voice called out of the shadows, and Eris felt her wand go limp in her hands, about as usable as a rubber duck would be in a gun fight. Fine, so be it. Fists and legs would work fine in a fight, and if all else failed, there was the knife that Kaegen Deathmote had given her, which was tucked securely in her robe pocket, mostly for the boy's own conscious then Eris's own. Yet, somehow, it seemed that the knife might be of use. Although, Eris did not plan on using a knife and degrading herself to the level of most of the children at the school, who somehow thought that carrying around a weapon that wasn't allowed was a smart idea, and those who thought that stabbing people with said not allowed object was an even brighter idea.

Even though she wanted the meeting, there was an underlying fear that rubbed at Eris, something inside of her that screamed to run away. This man had easily used a spell against her, so clearly, he was more dangerous than she had assumed. So, why was he at Hogwarts? What was at the school that he needed so much, or what did he want?

Taking a step closer, trying to to conceal her moments with the train of her long robe, Eris attempted to see the person in the shadows, to see if she recognized any part of the the face that was lurking in the shadows. To her chargin, there was no visable features of the man.

He spoke again, sending a shiver down her spine, although Eris refused to admit her fear as she drew herself up, still holding the lame piece of wood in her hand, as she studied the figure with the most fierce expression she could muster.

"If I don't get my wand, why should you get yours?" Eris questioned, wishing nothing more than to run away crying. But staying strong was something she needed to do, as a Gryffindor and the only person in the room with the person. There was a pause, as the girl tried to collect her thoughts, yet finally, the only thing she could muster was, "Why are you terrorizing the school? What point are you trying to make?"

There was no going back now, Eris thought with another stab of fear, still trying to scope out the features of the shadowy figure, suddenly doubting the plan that had been hastily created mere hours before, wishing her own wand would work.
Last edited by Eris Fawley on 20th June 2018, 8:03 am, edited 1 time in total.

THE EXTREME ALWAYS SEEMS TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION.
Eris Fawley:
Strength: 6 //Agility: 10 //Control: 9 //Stamina: 10

Mors Innocentiae  PV   Finished 

The bond had only grown stronger since he last met this girl. Master's will was mixing with his own. It was harder and harder to decide which one was talking at any given moment. Struggle and resistance were far from his mind but he still found subtle ways to give it. The masked figure watched the girl carefully as she seemed to try to do the same to him. The mask would hide his entire face, as the robes and hood would do for the rest of him. Gloves even covered his hands to show no clues to his enemies. A girl went into the night hoping to find him and now she would pay the ultimate price. Master wanted silence and only one thing could do that.

"How unfair of me." The cold reply somehow still carried a sarcastic tone. "I will say this once. Only... once."

A pause followed as he considered the next words carefully. He never removed the wand from her direction in case she tried anything. A few spells came to mind that would end her resistance if it came. The masked figure was ready to defend himself. Master had enough control to likely even choose the spell. That would not bode well for her if she chose a poor reaction. He quietly hoped she would not attempt it, but the thought faded quickly as lethal resolve replaced it once more.

"Dispel these rumors, speak nothing of me to others," he said in an almost angry tone, but still keeping the deep cold voice from before. "Or I will do much more than disable your wand."

That will do. If she listens, she will be a tool for us. If not, find her and kill her. Watch her closely.

Master was not happy with the rumors. The masked figure hoped Eris would listen. Boldness and bravery aside, there had to be some fear in her heart. Her question went unanswered and instead she received a threat. A threat that he knew the Master could make him carry out. Inside he knew she likely would ignore it. His wand felt hot in his hand as he could feel the tension in the air. It wanted to spit the next spell out already, feeling his own fear it seemed.

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He might of had tricks up his sleeve, but so did Eris. The hand that wasn't clutching her limp wand singled behind her back, a simple gesture that only meant one thing. Now. Eris might of been stupid, but she wasn't stupid enough to go alone after a mask killer. Maintaining the visage of a disobedient girl going through the hallways on her own was easy enough, as it was something she was good at.

Yet, she had promised Dorian Gray a go at the figure too. Mere hours before, the two children had agreed on a meeting spot, and had agreed on using the smaller girl as bait to draw out the figure. The plan seemed to be working so far, even though nervousness was twisting it's wretched claws into the girl's gut, as she studied the mask on the figure's face, complete with gloves and a robe. There was no way to tell who he was, or what was under the mask. Maybe the plan had been in vain, or maybe not. If they weren't able to expose the figure, they would simply have to fight him in the best way that two Gryffindor first years with barely any spells could do.

The man's tone got angry, but Eris drew strength from the friend she knew was hiding in the shadows, ready to attack the figure for her. There was nothing that could go wrong, not with Dorian there to defend her. Well, there was a lot that could go wrong, but at least they had each other and their plan to avenge Max Avery.

Managing to lift the corners of her mouth up into a small smirk, feeling braver than she really felt, Eris pocketed her wand and curled her hands into fists. Dorian would have the spells, she would have the fists. Sure, fists might not do anything against a dark figure, but she'd be damned if she let Dorian fight alone.

"How can I dispel the rumors if I don't speak anything of you?" Eris retorted, chancing another step forward, reaching punching distance from the man. Swallowing down her fear, the girl let out a breathless laugh. "There's a funny thing about rumors, they don't go away because someone wills them to, and there's the even funnier thing about Gryffindors, we don't go down without a fight." With that, Eris flung up her foot, aiming a kick at the figure's knees, under his robes. It wasn't exactly the stomach, or the face, but she couldn't reach his stomach, and she wasn't about to punch someone in the mask, when the object could hurt her hand. Nor would she stab someone, even someone evil at the start of a fight. She wasn't going to stoop to the level of some random hufflepuff.

No, the knife would only come out if needed. Voice piercing the silence, almost begging for a prefect or a professor to hear and help them, Eris let out a shrill yell. "DORIAN, ANYTIME NOW!"
Last edited by Eris Fawley on 20th June 2018, 8:04 am, edited 1 time in total.

THE EXTREME ALWAYS SEEMS TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION.
Eris Fawley:
Strength: 6 //Agility: 10 //Control: 9 //Stamina: 10

Mors Innocentiae  PV   Finished 

Everything was going according to plan. So far Eris had managed to grasp the figure's attention fully, giving Dorian the reprieve he needed to steel himself where he stood around the bend to the next corridor. He peered around cautiously, careful not to make a sound or give so much as an ounce of pale flesh away. Yes. He was nervous, but his nerves would not rule him this night. Tonight was about the hunt. His prey? One arrogant student wearing an unstylish mask who thought it prudent to walk around attacking everyone in sight. Right now Dorian stood silently, not so much as breathing save for in short bursts of silent puffs. He listened to their conversation.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been the one out there facing the stranger, but Eris was every bit as willful as he was, and it was so that the turn of events found her facing him. It didn't sit well with him that she would be the one to confront them, but there had been no time to argue and he had let her have her way. There would be vengeance, which was all Dorian wanted. Someone would bleed, and whether it was the two eleven-year-olds or the masked stranger was left to chance. But if the boy had anything to say about it then neither he nor Eris would be the ones to fall. He listened to every word that was said, the bile in his throat threatening to choke him as the muffled words of the masked figure droned in a voice he did not recognize. That would have been far too easy.

Chancing a more protrusive glance around the corner, he noticed the person had cast a spell towards Eris and that her wand now hung limply in her hand, and it was all Dorian could do to not alight from his position and start firing the few spells he knew. Eris had not given the signal, and that had been something they had been clear about. She would try to subdue him, and if...when it became necessary, Dorian could strike. It was a simple plan, but simplicity oftentimes worked best. There was something. He noticed Eris reach behind her, and there was the signal behind her back. Dorian was ready. Any minute now and he would be able to step from the shadows.

"WE DON'T GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT." These words were like a chorus being sung in his mind. Damn right Eris! There would be no going back. They were already in this, one way or another, and the only way to go was forward. She hadn't even needed to yell his name, for as soon as he saw her physical engagement with the figure, no doubt holding his attention, he had slipped from his position beyond the wall and started making silent haste closer to the fray, the spell on his tongue. Wand aimed carefully so as not to accidentally hit Eris in the very loose tangle of bodies as she kicked at his knee, he incanted a spell he knew well with venom. "Flipendo!"

The tip of the wand glowed briefly, and Dorian channeled all the anger he felt at the same spell being used on his friend, Max. He wanted his own to carry the same amount of force that the figure had used on that night, only this time the spell would be veiled with a deafening fury. While he cast he kept gaining ground, wanting to be close enough to react that much faster should the person try anything.

Improvidus, Apto quod Victum
Stam: 3, Agi: 3, Str: 4, Con: 7, Arc: 7, Acc: 6

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The girl approached yet again. Her bravery had become foolishness. Unless, there was someone else in play. The masked figure was mindful to watch for an ambush, but he had a promise to deliver to this girl. Master had given him power beyond what he could have accomplished alone. A little Gryffindor kicking at him was not going to bother him. His wand was essentially in her face when she moved in for the attack and a simple incantation would stop this whole deal.

"Bom-" the masked figure was interrupted, saving Eris from becoming this corridor's newest layer of paint.

It is an ambush!

Master liked to state the obvious sometimes. The masked figure did not need commands to defend himself from a threat. Their wills had aligned enough for that to happen. Instead of using a bombing charm on the girl, he stepped out of the way just in time to avoid the kick most of the way. His free hand shove her, head first, into the spell the ambush had sent his way. She would be flung a few feet down the hallway due to its fury while the masked figure readjusted his wand towards Dorian. The shared rage between the Master and the masked figure united in a firm casting of the severing charm. A boy can't cast spells without a hand.

"Diffindo!" The masked figure hissed in anger as pink sparks shot outwards, quickly turning into sharp looking shards of light.

Like little pieces of glass fire out of a cannon, the long distance severing charm would rip apart Dorian's wand arm. Nothing too serious or permanent would come of it, but tiny cuts were enough to make anyone drop their wand and reel back in pain. They had their warning and decided to attack him anyways. The fools were going to get themselves killed by the Master. He didn't want that, but he would fulfill it if the command was given. Once the boy had been injured, he glanced to see where the girl had been flung. Whether she chose to stay down or get up, he would turn to ensure she was down for the night.

"Incendio!" Came the firm, cold hiss as flames erupted from his wand. "You were warned, girl."

Flames alone like that would not kill her by any means, but could potentially knock her out and injure her. Depending on her reactions to the flipendo and incendio spells, she would either be out of this fight or holding on by a thread. He didn't care which way it went as long as she left him alone now. The boy would need to be dealt with if he didn't run away.

"You. Step forward." He was no longer amused. "If you want your friend to live. Step. Forward."

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She felt herself be shoved first, before the impact of Dorian's spell slammed into her side, sending Eris skidding down the hallway, letting a pathetic scream rip forth from her lips as her head hit the stone floor, hard. This was wrong. This was not according to plan, this was anything but what the plan had entailed. Already there was a promise of bruises being formed on her body, and her head throbbed painfully, causing the girl to throw her hands up to cradle strands of red hair at the back of her head, fingers vainly trying to soothe the burning pain and the lump that was sure to build. The world felt like it was spinning on it's axis, everything felt so dizzy. The figures of Dorian and the figure looked blurry, like they were far off in the distance, not just mere feet away from her.

All she wanted to was sleep..ignore the fight, just close her eyes and deal with the figure later.. Everything hurt, and it felt hard to keep her eyes open, to keep them from drooping.Yes. Sleep, sleep seemed nice. Eyes shutting, the girl found herself about to sleep on the cold hard floor when the loud yowl of diffendo flung her eyes open. Not that spell. Anything but that spell. That was the spell that Eri had used on Kaegen, that had hurt him so badly. The mention of that spell was enough to pull her tired eyes open, to stagger upwards, nearly falling in the process. She had to get to Dorian.

Blindly, Eris staggered to her feet, than to her knees due to the way the world wobbled around her. Reaching out on all fours, crawling on her hands and knees towards Dorian and the Figure, Eris was keenly aware of the way the world was spinning and the way her head was throbbing. With grave effort, Eris pulled herself to her feet, and reached for the wand in her pocket, fingers fumbling around before she found the limp stick. What little comfort it would offer, Eris was not sure, but the stick felt comfortable in her arm, like she could be protected from the dangers of the figure, as long as the stick was in her hand.

But alas, the stick's protection faded as she heard the fire spell being casted. She reacted too late, unable to move to the side, as she felt a searing heat engulf her body, which lead the girl to stagger to all fours again, until the flames receded, leaving angry red welts on her skin.

Eyes halfway closed, she found her grip on the floor again, managing to push herself up to her knees, before falling to all fours again. She was exausted, but she could carry on. For Dorian. She needed to protect her friend, she couldn't let him get hurt. It took every last bit of strength in her small body, but with shaking limbs and tears falling down her face, the girl stood up, and glowered at the figure, swaying on the balls of her feet.

What had that dude with a shield said in her dad's favourite movie? Oh yes. Voice weak, but still determined, Eris let out a cough before speaking. "I could do this all day."
Last edited by Eris Fawley on 20th June 2018, 8:04 am, edited 1 time in total.

THE EXTREME ALWAYS SEEMS TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION.
Eris Fawley:
Strength: 6 //Agility: 10 //Control: 9 //Stamina: 10

Mors Innocentiae  PV   Finished 

"Noooo!!!" The deafening shout that erupted from the boy's chest was all that could be managed when he noticed the unfortunate turn of events. It was a reversal he had been careful about, but one that happened nonetheless. The masked figure had somehow noticed his approach and stepped out of the way, but not before using Eris' own momentum against her, putting her in direct line with Dorian's spell. He had not held back in the slightest, nor was he able to recall it. Once the magic was loose it was free to stay its course, come whatever may. Tragedy. He had hit Eris in much the same manner the figure he would now and forever refer to as The Mask had hit Max. Dorian was powerless to do anything about it.

The first step was taken as he tried making a move towards Eris' felled body, but a movement from the corners of his eyes gave him pause as he looked back at the figure, wand at the ready to retaliate. The Mask was quick, having fired off his own spell before he could react. It was a spell that Dorian had never heard of before, but the effects were clear as the pink light reached his outstretched hand and cut through the skin on his hand. The same hand that had suffered severe burns at the hands of Max's spell atop the tower. No doubt The Mask had done so with the intention of debilitating the boy into submission, and a quick thought had the boy considering his options in the split second window he was afforded.

Dorian's Muggle self-defense training had taught him many things, one of which was the use of feint tactics. 'Get your enemy to lower their guard and they're yours for the kill.' As it was, Dorian was still very much in the healing process where his hand was concerned. He had sustained heavy third-degree burns when Max's witch fire had burned his hand, and the searing heat had damaged a few of his nerve endings therein. The nurse had advised him that his hand could be used, but that he would have little to no feeling in it for the next few days while whatever ointments and spells she had treated it with took effect. The gist was, Dorian barely registered the pain in his hand. The Mask had aimed to maim him enough to relinquish his hold on his wand, and Dorian was happy to oblige in dramatic fashion without giving him the satisfaction.

Recoiling into himself in supposed pain, Dorian fell to the ground knees first before curling himself inward, using his upper body in such a way as to shield his hands from view. He allowed the wand to clatter on the ground in a ruse of falling, just now taking note of the shallow incisions on his hand and the blood streaming from each open wound. He was shaking, his body felt wrought with fear, blinding rage the only thing that was keeping him in action. Then he heard it. 'Incendio!' That one word was like sin take physical form. Dorian's head shot up, having thought the spell had been aimed for him but noticing too late that Eris had been the target as he watched her burn.

"No!" He yelled for the second time. Why was this happening? This had all gone very wrong. Dorian pushed from his place on the ground in a mad, careening dash in Eris' direction just as she got back to her feet and passed her remark. She was so tough, and Dorian was so sorry. It seemed they had made a crucial error coming here, but such thoughts no longer had a place here. As it was, Eris had seen the worst of it, having been on the receiving end of two damaging spells. Dorian held onto Eris' shirt lightly so they would be together, gestured forward with his wand and quickly spoke the spell. "Fumos." Inky black smog permeated the space between them and The Mask before covering the entire area in seconds flat.

Dorian didn't waste the opportunity, pulling Eris with him off to the side where they could hide behind one of the statues some distance away from where they had just been. Dorian could hardly see anything further than a few feet around him in any direction, but he held comfort in the fact that the same would be true for The Mask. They would make their final stand if this, was indeed, their final stand. Noting that Eris' wand had been made effete earlier, Dorian aimed his own, which was best at Transfiguration spells, and he whispered the spell "Reparifarge" under his breath. If they were to have a chance, both of them would need to have access to their wands.

Improvidus, Apto quod Victum
Stam: 3, Agi: 3, Str: 4, Con: 7, Arc: 7, Acc: 6

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The Master's anger had turned to amusement. It was time to mark the first death of their campaign. Plans could change at the drop of a hat when trying to bring down something as large as Hogwarts. The girl was tenacious and clearly would never be silent. If she wouldn't give the messages he wanted, she could become the message. Subterfuge and spying would come to an end while terror took its place. If only these two would give up.

Finish her.

A funny fact about the Mask and the Glove that dominated it was that the victim was fully aware of everything. They were simply compelled to listen. It was possible to resist the commands but only up to a certain point. For example, one could perform a lumos charm instead of casting incendio when told to light someone up. Small resistance to vague commands was about the most someone could manage while under the curse of the mask. The masked figure did his best but could only go so far. Finish her, at the fault of the Master, had many meanings. If he could cast a spell that appeared to kill her but finished her role in the fight...

Kill her.

The thought of resistance quickly vanished when clarification arrived. Master was learning of these little loopholes and closing them. The masked figure had no choice but to follow the commands. The masked figure would have to live the rest of however long he lived knowing he took a life. The masked figure was blinded. The masked figure was confused for a moment as smoke filled the area.

The boy was not struck down, you incompetent child.

Obviously he could not finish his last command and now the fight was getting too hot. A spell could be heard through the smoke to repair the wand of the one he was to finish, the one he was to kill. She would no longer be helpless and neither was he. This was no longer a fight worth their time or the risk. The Master's message had been clear and his parting words would likely ring in their ears and their nightmares for weeks to come.

"I will find you again." He said firmly before using the boys own smoke cloud to make his leave.

When the smoke cleared no sign of the masked figure would remain. He would escape without further conflict and without causing further wound. What he left behind were scars and warnings he hoped they would heed for their own safety. Master's will could not be stopped and he still had enough of himself left to know they were better off minding their own business.

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Dorian. Dorian was safe, yes. He was safe, good. Excellent, tremendous, ouch. The pounding wouldn't stop, pounding ringing and deafening any other thoughts. Everything hurt too damn much to think, any other words to the figure forgotten, as the pain got worse and worse, her head and body aching in agony from a number of bruises on every part of her, along with faint burn marks adoring her skin and charred robes that, on a normal occasion would be uncomfortable enough to yank off but mattered naught in the moment. Nothing mattered but the pain in her head, the growing pain that throbbed and pounded even more with every second that she stood. At some point, her fingers had reached out to cling onto Dorian's robes, her whole weight being supported by the taller boy's body, as Eris sagged over even more, letting out a small groan of pain escape her clenched lips.

The pain was so strong that she could barely focus on the supposed fight between Dorian and the figure, seeing them as random blurs in her drooping vision. Randomly, she let one figure curl around the wisps of smoke,unable to process what the smoke was doing there. Did Dorian cast it? Yes, who else would cast it? The figure didn't want them to hide, he wanted them to die. Whatever super human strength had compelled her to speak and stand lost her again, as she sagged over even more , only kept aloft by Dorian's grasp on her shirt, eyes unaccustomed to the fog, but drooping into their own darkness as she struggled to stay awake.

Was she going to die? Struggling to stay afloat in the swarm of darkness that was overpowering her thoughts and the darkness of her drooping eyelids in the smoke. Dorian muttered a spell, and Eris let out a small gasp, feeling small sparks erupt out of her wand, as if it was saying "I am here again" , the presence of the wand becoming a live one, not one of a random stick sitting stagnate in a small girl's hands. Although, it was too late for her wand to do any good. There was no hope, there was nothing left, just the throbbing in her head that grew by the moment, and Dorian's presence beside her in the smoky room. At least Dorian was safe and unharmed.

"I will find you again." Finding again? Did that mean..did that mean he wasn't going to kill them? No. He would kill them later. But..later was better than now. They were okay for now. With that thought, the line of consciousnesses lost Eris, and with one step backwards, she crumpled like a sack, loosing her grip on Dorian's shirt as her body hit the floor of the room, in an almost graceful moment, the world turned black and her eyes finally fully closed, and stayed closed.

THE EXTREME ALWAYS SEEMS TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION.
Eris Fawley:
Strength: 6 //Agility: 10 //Control: 9 //Stamina: 10

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Dorian would not allow her to hit the ground. Before her head could slam into the unforgivingly hard surface, the boy had slid the short distance to catch her head in his hand just in time. He heaved a heavy sigh of relief that he had at least managed that. She had been through so much already, and no words he said or thought could possibly make him feel any better about the turn of events. He had messed up again. Everything was his fault. Dorian was internalizing a lot of what had happened to his friends, believing it all to be his fault. He had dragged yet another one of them into something that had led to them sustaining severe injuries.

Moments before, while they had remained hidden under cover of the smog, Dorian could have been found wracking his mind for ways in which they could combat The Mask, any means that they could employ to get out of this alive. It all boiled down to experience. They had not been exposed to enough spells or experiences such as these by which to be better prepared. The meager array of spell knowledge that they had accrued was nowhere near enough to be of any effect against The Mask, who seemed to know a decent bit more than they did. They were finished. Dorian and another of his hair-brained schemes had gotten him and someone he cared about into more trouble than they could handle.

"I will find you again." Those words might have killed him if his aim had not been to live. He had been so resigned to go down fighting to the very last breath that it came as almost a punch to the gut when the ominous voice uttered his taunting valediction. Dorian didn't so much as breathe as he listened to the retreating footsteps. And then he could hear them no more. They would be safe for the time being, though he felt that The Mask's threat was anything but empty words. He had shown just how easily he could make quick work of two of the school's best fighters. He was not one to be trifled with. The smoke cleared of its own accord and Eris began to fall...

Dorian held her unconscious form in his hands, certain that she would neither see nor feel the tears that fell from his eyes and onto her face. These were tears of grief, an emotion he felt so powerfully now more than ever before. He had been powerless to defend his friend, just like before on the tower. Both times his friends had been either blasted or burned and there had been nothing he could do but witness as a spectator, for that might have been all the purpose he served. Both times he had gotten away almost scot-free, the first being the burns from Max's rampant spell and now the inconsequential cuts on his hand. While both times his friends had been knocked into unconsciousness. What was he doing?

Dorian positioned himself properly so as to have better access to Eris's small form. He lifted her easily into his hands and carried her corpse-bridal style through the lonely corridors, on his way to the hospital wing. With each step he took his outward expression grew more stoic. He was using the time to think long and hard about what his next move would be. Would he stop his chase of the masked figure, abandoning what he had set out to accomplish in the first place? Or would he stay his course with renewed vim? It was not so much a question of what he would do, but rather a question of how smart his choice was given the circumstances. Dorian would not quit. This was not an option for him. He had promised himself that he would avenge Max before, and now that promise extended to cover Eris as well. He walked on in silence, the only words to leave his mouth being aimed at Eris as she slept.

"I'm so sorry..."

Exeunt

Improvidus, Apto quod Victum
Stam: 3, Agi: 3, Str: 4, Con: 7, Arc: 7, Acc: 6