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[Open] Dead flowers for the torn apart
đź§™ WHO: Amy Rose and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Catch-all for October. Recent events have brought up some bad memories for Amy, so she's keeping herself busy to try and keep her mind off things. It only kind of works.
đź•’ WHEN: Throughout October
🗺️ WHERE: Ruins of Celliwig and Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possible mentions of death, war, and (robot) zombies. Because this is a children's franchise.
A. Task: Don’t Lose Your Head
[ She knows that she should be paying attention to her task, but Amy Rose can't keep her eyes from wandering over what's left of Celliwig. She could argue that she's keeping a look out for the Headless Horseman, to protect the volunteers in case he tries to attack again. Yet as she looks at the city's ruins - seeing the leftover destruction, watching as the survivors have to retrieve their dead - all she can think of is the diaster around them. How they failed.
She failed. It keeps happening.
Gripping the handle of her hammer, she shakes her head and releases a shaky breath. Can't focus on the past. Pick yourself up, and move on.
She's failed before. But she won't fail now. She'll keep these people safe.
What's left of them. ]
B. Not Quite a Puppy Parade
[ She'd hoped that the Pet Adoption Fair would be a little less intense, and it does help to a degree. It's hard not to smile when you're surrounded by cute animals, especially the capybaras that are so friendly.
Yet somehow it's the fae frogs that she finds herself drawn to. She isn't really much a frog person herself, honestly, and with her room at the inn already so cramped with her new roomate, she can't imagine having much room for any pet. But despite their attitude, she keeps coming back to the frogs and chatting with them a bit.
Because she can't help thinking back to a certain frog back home, wondering if he might sound like this if he could talk. Perhaps to others...but certainly not his best friend.
The friend always in constant search of him...traveling everywhere just to find him.
She hadn't known...she never even realized. She thought she'd seen him at HQ once, but she hadn't been paying attention. He was her friend too, but she hadn't even thought to think about him. She had no idea, until... ]
C. Training
[ Even with her busy schedule - taking on a quest, volunteer work, helping with the survivors, on top of her classes and her job - Amy still has time, makes time, for training.
She attacks the wooden dummies with some combination of using her hammer, hand-to-hand combat, and her dark magic. Her shadow seems to ripple with each strike against her immobile opponents, each hit somehow landing harder than the last, despite her strength obviously waning.
But she doesn't let up. She can't.
She strikes the dummy in front of her again, her hammer laying forgotten on the ground for the moment as her boxercising instincts kick in. She punches and kicks the training dummy, and her shadow moves out of sync from her, merging with the dummy's and choking it.
It's not enough. It's never enough!
Her shadow spikes through the dummy as she punches it, sending splintered wood flying everywhere. Stepping back, she takes a few ragged breaths as she looks at the destroyed object in front of her, then down at her hand. Some of the wood had ripped the material of her glove, revealing patches of the torn skin underneath.
She winces as she clenches her injured hand into a fist, but a moment later her hand is surrounded by light. It glows for a long moment, and when it fades she checks to make sure the injury is gone. Then she wipes her brow and reaches down to pick up her hammer. ]
D. Wildcard
((Feel free to catch Amy elsewhere! She'll be out around Camelot, or at the inn helping the survivors, or working her job at the Helleste Café. Or hit me up at
usamichan13 to plot something else if you'd like!))
⚔️️ WHAT: Catch-all for October. Recent events have brought up some bad memories for Amy, so she's keeping herself busy to try and keep her mind off things. It only kind of works.
đź•’ WHEN: Throughout October
🗺️ WHERE: Ruins of Celliwig and Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possible mentions of death, war, and (robot) zombies. Because this is a children's franchise.
A. Task: Don’t Lose Your Head
[ She knows that she should be paying attention to her task, but Amy Rose can't keep her eyes from wandering over what's left of Celliwig. She could argue that she's keeping a look out for the Headless Horseman, to protect the volunteers in case he tries to attack again. Yet as she looks at the city's ruins - seeing the leftover destruction, watching as the survivors have to retrieve their dead - all she can think of is the diaster around them. How they failed.
She failed. It keeps happening.
Gripping the handle of her hammer, she shakes her head and releases a shaky breath. Can't focus on the past. Pick yourself up, and move on.
She's failed before. But she won't fail now. She'll keep these people safe.
What's left of them. ]
B. Not Quite a Puppy Parade
[ She'd hoped that the Pet Adoption Fair would be a little less intense, and it does help to a degree. It's hard not to smile when you're surrounded by cute animals, especially the capybaras that are so friendly.
Yet somehow it's the fae frogs that she finds herself drawn to. She isn't really much a frog person herself, honestly, and with her room at the inn already so cramped with her new roomate, she can't imagine having much room for any pet. But despite their attitude, she keeps coming back to the frogs and chatting with them a bit.
Because she can't help thinking back to a certain frog back home, wondering if he might sound like this if he could talk. Perhaps to others...but certainly not his best friend.
The friend always in constant search of him...traveling everywhere just to find him.
She hadn't known...she never even realized. She thought she'd seen him at HQ once, but she hadn't been paying attention. He was her friend too, but she hadn't even thought to think about him. She had no idea, until... ]
C. Training
[ Even with her busy schedule - taking on a quest, volunteer work, helping with the survivors, on top of her classes and her job - Amy still has time, makes time, for training.
She attacks the wooden dummies with some combination of using her hammer, hand-to-hand combat, and her dark magic. Her shadow seems to ripple with each strike against her immobile opponents, each hit somehow landing harder than the last, despite her strength obviously waning.
But she doesn't let up. She can't.
She strikes the dummy in front of her again, her hammer laying forgotten on the ground for the moment as her boxercising instincts kick in. She punches and kicks the training dummy, and her shadow moves out of sync from her, merging with the dummy's and choking it.
It's not enough. It's never enough!
Her shadow spikes through the dummy as she punches it, sending splintered wood flying everywhere. Stepping back, she takes a few ragged breaths as she looks at the destroyed object in front of her, then down at her hand. Some of the wood had ripped the material of her glove, revealing patches of the torn skin underneath.
She winces as she clenches her injured hand into a fist, but a moment later her hand is surrounded by light. It glows for a long moment, and when it fades she checks to make sure the injury is gone. Then she wipes her brow and reaches down to pick up her hammer. ]
D. Wildcard
((Feel free to catch Amy elsewhere! She'll be out around Camelot, or at the inn helping the survivors, or working her job at the Helleste Café. Or hit me up at
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Why would someone want to do that?
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(He soon begins to tear up as he reaches another part of the story that he never thought he would recount again. It is also clear that Harry is choking in tears as he breaks down.)
And he was trying to take her life force away so he can return back to being fully alive again and leave her dead inside the Chamber for good.
(Oh Merlin, how he could not forgot how terribly close Ginny was to dying as Voldemort’s memory of his younger self slowly gaining strength while inside the Chamber: it must have been terrible to see her lying on the floor in that state.)
I could’ve lost my friend if it weren’t me, her brother, and our Headmaster’s pet phoenix coming to her rescue and stopping the man’s plans to return again in time.
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I'm sorry...you've really been through a lot, huh?
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(Tears are running down on his cheeks as he speaks. Hedwig and Rose could see that he is in distress right now and that he needs some help in moving on.)
I’m sorry, it has been a long time since that happened but I still couldn’t get all of that out of my head.
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[ Opening her bag, she looks around until she finds a packet of tissues, and she pulls one out to hand to him. ]
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(He takes the tissue from Amy’s hand and begins to wipe away the tears from his cheeks and eyes as he begins to slowly regain his composure.)
Wow, that was a long one. At least my friend no longer has to worry about getting possessed by a diary anymore.
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(He was tempted to tell her that he and Ginny dated each other some time after, but he is still a little awkward talking about it to most people since the two persons he talked about it with are no longer in Avalon anymore.)
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(Although a part of him does feel awkward when he said this loud, considering the way they broke up and how mad Ginny was at him when he showed up again in her life during the battle in Hogwarts. This is his ex they are talking about after all.)
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I think that my friend’s Mum was the one who gave her that name.
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Yeah, it does get to her at times: if I remember very well, my best friend got pretty annoyed over being not informed of her dating boys in school.
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(Harry then goes on to play with some electricity to understand it more and see how far he can do with it: shaping the currents with his hand playfully while wondering which element he might unlock next.)
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(He continues to play around the electricity with his hands for a long time. Then he finds a large sharpshooting target nearby, so he goes to blast said target with the electricity current. It manages to hit its target, burning the target when it was gone.)
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You're really good at that.
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