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Post by Nova on Mar 27, 2007 16:33:06 GMT -5
Bodies.
That's all Rorin knew. They were all about him, closing in on all sides...and it was all he could do to keep them away. Arms were flailing, curses were flying, voices were shouting, and through it all, Rorin continued his dance of death.
His arms lashed out to either side, sending wizards flailing, cracking ribs, shattering faces. His legs kicked out and broke kneecaps with their inhuman face. Rorin was a blur in his rage, kicking and punching and tearing.
Weak curses simply rebounded from him. Stronger ones stil barely marked him. And those aurors desperate enough to try dark magic found its damage only to be healed over a moment later.
Finally Rorin could take no more, the auror's around him had thinned, most lay broken or fleeing, and he felt he must do something else. He jumped forward into a front flip, over the auror's surrounding him, and pulled his wand, saying "encortae" as he landed.
His knockback charm did the trick, and live auror and corpse and shot backwards through the air like a rag doll. Rorin stood wobbly, and took a deep breath, clutching a giant bleeding wound on his left side, willing it to heal soon. He had no idea what curse had done that, but it definately still hurt.
Rorin turned to look at Amora standing nearby, a remnant of her flames still floating in the air.
"Well?" he asked.
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Post by Alenia on Mar 27, 2007 17:10:16 GMT -5
Amora watched Rorin's acrobatic style until he had managed to surcease the attacks. He looked at her expectantly and she frowned slightly. The light from her failed flames went out and the moon shone down on the body ridden hilltop. Blood stained the grass and cries of pain, from those lucky enough to live, filled the stillness. The blinded aurors had all either been taken down by the force of Rorin's spell, or had simply fallen over. Either way, the appearance of the hill was far from normal, and anyone from Hogsmeade could easily stumble upon the aurors.
"We might have a bit of a problem," Amora said hurredly brushing herself off, "We need to get away from this place. They've sent for more aurors." Amora's brain reiterated her words and she began to think aloud, "I suppose they trailed my apparation, so we'll have to trave some other way."
Her thoughts fled to the green bird, how long would it take for it to reach the ministry? Then how long would it take for them the reach the hill? Amora's mind figured no more than seven minutes, that wasn't much time. If they ran, they wouldn't get very far away, flying wasn't an option, as the sky was watched. Even if she cloaked herself while apparating, the could tell. They were hunting her now. 'Then how, how will we go?' If they went to Hogsmeade, they'd be found, there had to be some way. The floo network was watched, so traveling like that was foolish. Then it hit her, 'Mirrors.'
"I think there might be a way to get out of here." They had to move, for now the hunt was on, and they were the hunted.
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Post by Nova on Mar 27, 2007 17:46:06 GMT -5
"Mirrors?" Rorin asked incredulously.
"Surely there are no unsecure transport mirrors near here, and if there were it would take longer to get to it than 7 minutes!" Rorin shook his head and began to look about him. Everyone seemed somewhat disabled.
Suddenly, he placed his hand on Amora's shoulder, and concentrating, Rorin held his wand up before him and looked at it for a long moment, focusing on that moment, that single point in time, represented by his single infinite thought.
"Tempus Fugit!"
And the world around them froze. Everyone was frozen where they had been. And everything had taken on a sort of greyish tint.
"Froze time for a moment, very dark magic, has a rather bad after effect if we stay this way for too long, so quickly, we must get to the other side of the hill out of view and summon brooms for ourselves. Then surely you know a place with which we can go?" Rorin inquired as he ran toward her.
With a swipe, Rorin had her cradled in his arms, and was running flat out with all his speed around to the recluse of the other side of their little hill. The half moon overhead fueling his energies as he pounded on through the chill night.
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Post by Alenia on Mar 27, 2007 18:23:41 GMT -5
Amora sighed in relief. She knew her idea was impractical, a transport mirror took far longer than seven minutes to prepare, and it'd have to have a recieving line set up somewhere else. She'd have to set up connecting mirrors, which in itself, could take hours.
Her mind whirred like the air rushing past her head. She hadn't remembered Rorin being so fast before. Either way, it was good, and with time frozen, she had a better chance to think of where they'd go. "We'll have to be careful in the air, especially getting away from here. They'll be patrolling the skies after they get the message." Her mind sped through a hundred locations. Her house was a terrible idea, they'd know now, she'd have to move everything away. They couldn't be anywhere near the ministry. The it came to her.
"I know where we can go. There's some castle ruins, on the farthest outskirts of Camden. They're about fifteen miles away from a small wizarding community, and even farther from the nearest muggle town. We could lay low there for a bit." Her plan seemed brilliant and flawless then she remembered, "We'd have to fly over London though, there's not much cover. We'll have to be invisible."
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Post by Nova on Mar 27, 2007 18:54:35 GMT -5
Rorin let out a small cackle.
"Invisible you say? Well, we'll just see how we can work around that." Roy trudged on for a minute longer, before muttering the summoning spell for some brooms. They had just one minute to get there, Rorin dared not stay under the influence of the Tempus Fugit spell any longer than that...
Close to a minute later, Rorin stopped running, set Amora down on her feet, turned his gaze to the starts...and began to speak. "Finite Incantatem."
The world around them immeadiately sprung into action. They had spent several minutes running, but less than one second had passed in real time. The window began to blow and the grass began to sway, and the eerie silence was at once replaced by the sound of the night.
Rorin squinted his keen eyes against the night, and there he saw them...the twin brooms he had summoned soaring toward them with speed only a desperate summoning charm can provide.
Turning to Amora he told her to hold still, and waved his wand over her, murmuring incomprehensibly. After a moment he looked up and could only see a faint rustle that he knew no one would be able to detect, much less anyone without his eyesight.
"Chameleon transfiguration," Rorin informed her as the brooms landed at his feet and he transfigured himself.
"Let's be off."
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Post by Alenia on Mar 27, 2007 21:26:29 GMT -5
Amora lifted the handle of the broom, it was rough and heavy. These brooms weren't new, but they'd get the job done. She kicked off the ground with Rorin in close persuit and broke into sky. Though she knew she was there, her hand, as soon as it was on the broom handle, blended with the color of the brrom and appeared invisible. She smirked, it certainly did simplify things. It appeared Rorin had a solution for everything.
According to what Amora knew of the layout, they were at least five minutes from London, and eight from Camden. Either way, there were bound to be some patrols, they wouldn't see them, but it they got too near, they'd see floating brooms. She figured the safest route was to stick to the outside parts of the path.
Under the moonshine, and in the light breeze, the sky seemed as beautiful as it did on the hill am hour ago. Though it meant a completely different thing now. Before it was beautiful, now it was an escape cloak. Beneath her muggle villages began littering the earth face, then the villages expanded into towns, and soon, in the distance, the lights of London overtook the moon's glow.
Amora banked left and ascended so that the citizens couldn't see the brooms at all. She could only assume Rorin was behind her, but she wasn't going to turn and look back. London approached and was soon drifting beneath them. Lights from muggle buildings, homes and cars illuminated the skyline.
In the distance three specks swerved around above the city, combing the sky. "Scouts," Amora announced over the wind, "We need to rise." She pointed up to escalate her thought and began an ascention. She moved up about fifteen feet and settled at her new altitude. They passed over the scouts unnoticed and managed to leave the London airspace and arrive over country in half of the originally thought time. Amora could see the Camden ruins, they had made it unscathed, hopefully the rest of the night would be as smooth.
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Post by Nova on Mar 27, 2007 23:29:43 GMT -5
Rorin tilted his broom forward and dipped into a steep diving. Eager to get to their refuse, he poured every bit of speed he had into the dive and came gliding down over the grass and touched down with a bit of force.
After a quick look at his broom, cast it aside, glad to be on his feet again. The werewolf in him really didn't prefer heights. It liked to have its feet on the ground.
Rorin stood up straight and gave the air a sniff. All was clear. He made a motion to Amora.
Show me this place. You know it better than I.
With this, he took a step forward.
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Post by Alenia on Mar 28, 2007 0:25:33 GMT -5
Amora landed lightly at Rorin's sign and discarded her broom. Her favorite travel wasn't flying, but from the look on Rorin's face, she could tell she enjoyed it far more than he did.
The breeze swept her hair and she looked at the ruins drenched in moonlight. Her brothers' faces swam through her thoughts, not the grown Gregory and Felan, but the the two of them from 21 years ago. When her Uncle Harvey wasn't in hiding, he owned a house not far from the ruins. The three of them would dare eachother to climb the crumbling remains of wall to see who'd fall first. It was simpler then, now her childhood pleasure would serve as her salvation.
Amora led Rorin to the most intact part of the castle. "This," she said walking under the stone arch, "Was the guard tower. And it's also the most cover, so this, is where we'll be staying for the time being." The bottom room of the tower still had a partial roof and some signe that life was once there. "When my broth- I mean, when I camped out here as a kid, I'd always stay in here. It's the most stable part of the castle that remains. The dungeon is still intact, but it isn't the safest place, the ground impresses upon the stone and threatens to collapse it."
Amora surveyed the large circular room that was once the base of the guard tower. A spiral staircase, half crumbling, led to the upper floor. The roof collapsed on the room above, but it surved well as an observation deck. "Follow me." She said gliding over to the stairs and carefully moving up them. She crossed the threshold and walked out onto a large slab of ancient stone. On the crest of the stone she sat and looked up. The country stars shone down brighter than ever before.
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Post by Nova on Mar 28, 2007 12:01:27 GMT -5
Rorin could smell the age in this place. It seemed life had long since fled it...it reeked of the dark and the murky. There was magic here. Old magic. He wasn't sure what it was for, or even if it did anything..perhaps it was simply buried in the rocks itself.
He quickly shook himself from his thoughts, and followed in the direction that Amora had went, ascending the spiral staircase, and coming out on the landing above.
Looking around, he saw her sitting atop a slab of stone, looking up at the sky.
He hastened to join her, and was soon sitting next to her, his eyes drawn to the moon.
"Isn't it strange how we always end up in this position?"
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Post by Alenia on Jul 23, 2007 3:12:47 GMT -5
The moon glinted off Amora's crystal blue eyes and she glanced at Rorin. "Not strange," she said with a shadow of a smile, "Just characteristic of us."
The ruins around her seemed to overflow with inchantments. She knew for a fact, that her Uncle Harvey had placed shields and other charms around his house since he had gone into hiding. Whether he was still alive, she did not know, but she sensed magic, and hoped it was that of his protective incantations.
"Calame," she whispered under her breath. A cloud of black smoke floated from the darkness and her cat sat perched next to her. "You know what to do." The cat nodded and the cloud of black smoke went back into the darkness and toward her uncle's house. If the enchantments were still in place, her cat would be back very soon, having been unable to leave, but if they had been lifted there was a slight chance, that even by summoning Calame from London, Amora would have forfeited their position.
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