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| Topic Started: Apr 18 2012, 06:17 PM (956 Views) | |
| Betsy Braddock | Apr 18 2012, 12:58 AM Post #1 |
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Telepathy (I'm not a bloody ninja)
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Share your username, house and wand! CharmUnicorn8014 Yew, 12 and 3/4 inches and Dragon core - surprisingly swishy!
Slytherin! |
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| Derek Addams | Apr 18 2012, 01:00 AM Post #2 |
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AshEye23540 Cedar, 12 inches, Unicorn Core, Slightly Springy
Match that with the Unicorn hair and it all adds up to "DON'T... piss me off." XD Gryffindor, Baby! |
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| Monet St. Croix | Apr 18 2012, 01:11 AM Post #3 |
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Icelight181 Alder, 13 inches, Dragon Core, Surprisingly Swishy
And I'm a snake! |
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| Ink | Apr 18 2012, 02:05 AM Post #4 |
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Iconographic Power Mimicry
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KnightRose30129 14 1/4", Sycamore, Unicorn Core, Slightly Springy
Slytherin, naturally! |
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| Jet Black | Apr 18 2012, 02:40 AM Post #5 |
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StarOwl2188 Length: 12 1/4 in Wood:Acacia Core:Phoenix Feather Flexibility:Quite Flexible
Hufflepuff! Yay!! |
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| Vulcan | Apr 18 2012, 07:57 AM Post #6 |
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Channeling of Geothermal Energy/Widdle Bwutha
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DraconisNox9206 Wand - Pear with a Dragon Core, Twelve and a Half inches, Slightly Springy
House - Hufflepuff (At least I have good company with Jet) |
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| Cloak | Apr 18 2012, 09:17 AM Post #7 |
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Darkforce Manipulation
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IceDragon20771 Wand - LARCH WITH DRAGON CORE, TWELVE AND THREE QUARTER INCHES, SURPRISINGLY SWISHY
House - Hufflepuff |
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| Plague | Apr 18 2012, 10:56 AM Post #8 |
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Pathogenic Control
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PatronusMahogany54 Wand : 10", Maple, Unicorn core. Flexibility: Surprisingly Swishy. I've no fancy quote from the site, as I got into Pottermore last year. BUT! I can do a wiki quote. :3
And I'm House Ravenclaw. \o/ |
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| Quicksilver | Apr 18 2012, 05:57 PM Post #9 |
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Superspeed/ Superstrength
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FrogMoon31412 House: Gryffindor Wand:
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| Roadkill | Apr 18 2012, 06:17 PM Post #10 |
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Enhanced Garbage Rooting
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Date: March 16 Time: Friday Night! There were some things that never changed. No matter what the social climate was for the Morlocks Nick always felt the need to get out on a Friday night. Even if it was just for a stroll around Mutant Town or a beer with some of his street friends, the thought of holing up underground was just too damn depressing. Not when something could be happening just over his head. That was why when the opportunity presented itself to go on a ‘supply run’, Nick quickly volunteered. Not that he really needed an excuse, but it definitely couldn’t hurt to kill two birds. He’d asked Tommy to come along. She was one of the few that he’d spent a lot of time around in the alley and somehow he still didn’t feel like he knew her very well at all beyond the obvious. One thing was for sure. He’d been feeling some sort of weirdness going on with her for the last couple of weeks. She was a teenage girl, and had weirdness going on in her that he’d (thankfully) never understand, but somehow this seemed more tense than the usual hormonal junk. Besides, it might do her some good to get out. And he definitely wouldn’t mind the company. At the end of the tunnel, at the top of an iron rung ladder, Nick put his hand to the grate to the outside and closed his eyes. Sound waves from cars and footfalls and people shouting obscenities at one another bounced off of the rusted steel and painted a picture for him of what was just on the other side. He looked down at Tommy and grinned. “It’s show time,” he said. The grate slid aside and Nick quickly slipped out of the hole, helping Tommy up before replacing the grate. He stopped and pulled a cigarette from under his hat, taking the time to light it with clawed fingers clutching a wooden match. Flicking the burnt matchstick aside he blew smoke out of the corner of his mouth, his thin tail swishing back and forth behind him. This was Mutant Town. No need to hide here. People knew who he was anyway. “Okay,” he said seriously holding out his hand to Tommy. “Let’s see that list.” There was no list. |
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| Amara Aquilla | Apr 18 2012, 07:08 PM Post #11 |
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Avisfrog19114 House: Ravelcnaw DOGWOOD WITH UNICORN CORE, TEN AND THREE QUARTER INCHES, SURPRISINGLY SWISHY
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| Kelrian | Apr 19 2012, 12:09 AM Post #12 |
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CatSickle3670 Ravenclaw English Oak and Dragon, Twelve and Three Quarter inches, Surprisingly Swishy,
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| Elixir | Apr 19 2012, 04:05 AM Post #13 |
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Username: SickleElm2085 House: Ravenclaw Wand:
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| Tommy | Apr 19 2012, 11:54 PM Post #14 |
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Two-Dimensional Form/ Camouflaging
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Things had become quite tense between Tommy and Sally ever since their topside visit a few weeks prior. Their relationship had grown increasingly strained and the awkward social exchanges had been stressing the Drain Angel out. Isolation and literary escapism were her main methods of coping and she'd embark on a number of expeditions to her past haunts and hideaways peppered throughout the old tunnels. There she would read and travel the world in her mind’s eye. She desperately needed a reprieve from all the dreariness and so she naturally jumped at the chance to go out on a sanctioned trip to her beloved surface world. “It’s show time.” With a dainty spring, the rainbow-tinted girl exited the open grate with a bit of appreciated assistance from Roadkill, quietly thanking him before straightening her lace-trimmed sundress. Tommy wasn’t all too familiar with the man, viewing him as more of an acquaintance than anything else, but he seemed pleasant enough. Still, she longed to explore and see the town, but wasn’t sure if he would object to such an adventure. It wasn’t often that she traveled to Mutant Town and the lights and sounds beckoned to her. In her daydreaming, Tommy didn’t quite catch his question and turned only to see Roadkill offering her what appeared to be a low-five. “Um… Okay, sure,” she said as she lightly slapped his palm with her own. “So should we split up or stick together? We could probably get things done quicker if we go our separate ways. Then we could meet back here later?” In the corner of her eye, the pastel pixie could see the blazing neon sign of a perfume shop she’d wanted to visit for quite some time. Eau de freedom. It was all around her. |
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| Roadkill | Apr 20 2012, 05:38 PM Post #15 |
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Enhanced Garbage Rooting
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Though he didn’t honestly expect Tommy to produce a list of goods that they needed to get while they were out, he also definitely did not expect her to slap him with a low-five. Keeping a sly smirk on his face he looked nowhere in particular while the sounds of the city washed over him and gave him a clear picture of what was going down. Sound waves bouncing around from cars, people and other machinery painted a vibrating image in his head…and above all of that was the steady pulsing sound of music coming from somewhere in the night. Music, in all its organization and rhythmic predictabilities felt completely different to him as it hit his skin. It was calming and spoke to him in the deepest recesses of his soul. “Damn, shoulda brought the guitar,” he said quietly. Then he snaked an arm out and around Tommy’s shoulder as she tried to steal away. “Not yet paper pixie,” he teased as he appeared to be looking at the ground between them. “Tell you what…give me a couple of hours and we’ll see what kind of trouble we can kick up, yeah?” He steered her toward the distant sound of music, keeping his arm loosely draped around her and slightly leaning in as he led the way. He sniffed the air. “You like fresh baked desserts?” As a man walked past he accidentally bumped him, his deft little fingers prying free a wallet, while he blindly looked around and apologized. Though the man was upset at the collision, he looked over at the blind riffraff and just shook his head, moving on in haste. Roadkill smirked, pretending to pull his wallet out of his pocket with his free hand. He ran a thumb over the bills and smiled. It was enough for a pretty good night out. “Tell you what,” he said. “I got the feelin’ tonight is going to be all right.” He smiled at Tommy and shoved the wallet back into his loose-fitting pants. Tipping his hat down low, he continued to lean on her. “Now help a blind Mississippi boy out and pretend to lead the way,” he said with a smirk. “What’s up, Roadkill?” Nick smiled in the direction of the passerby. “Sup Johnny.” |
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