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Post by Acamapichtli Arroyo on Jun 8, 2008 17:32:56 GMT -5
Churro, El Muerto, and Wonderbread were all seated cross legged on the dungeon floor reluctantly holding hands, and "umming". They weren't meditating or trying out some New Age hippie zen crap. No. They were gathered in the dungeon on a cold Sunday in February for one reason and one reason only. They were on a mission to bring back Fru Fru. It wasn't Churro's fault he died. How was he supposed to know the dumb eagle wasn't going to get enough air in his trunk. It was his professor's fault for sticking him with the damn thing in the first place. Okay, so the guy didn't actually say they had to keep the eagles, but Churro couldn't just leave it there. After getting past the fact that it looked good enough to eat, Churro began to see the eagle for what it really was. A dumb animal..that was kinda cute...in a manly way. So he kept it, and named it, and made a nice bed for it in his trunk. Then the damn thing went and died. Yeah, bringing back the dead was crazy and probably impossible, but if what did they have to lose? Worse case scenario the spell didn't work, at least they had something to eat for later.
Churro released his grip from his friends sweaty hands and holding the bird above his head, chanted. "We call upon Garuda, great bird god. Give life unto the dead and we shall forever be in your debt." He motioned for them to join. They were supposed to chant for an hour, but he would have to cut it short because he had to take a leak.
[Just so everyone is clear, we're not trying to perform evil dark magic or anything like that. We're just trying to have fun.)
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Post by Melissa Madison on Jun 8, 2008 17:45:14 GMT -5
This was such a stupid idea. Almost as stupid as bringing an eagle of all things to the dorm in the first place. She had warned him eagles were not domestic pets, but did he listen? Of course not! Moron face did it only because she told him not to, that was the issue. And now he let the stupid thing die. So of course he came up with the brilliant idea of bringing it back. She already knew it would be impossible, but looked up the spells anyway. Not because Churro looked pathetic or anything. No, she was curious to see if it could be done. Simple academic curiosity, that's all it was. She shifted a little, glad she wore her jeans instead of a skirt, the floor was cold, and sitting crosslegged in jeans-let's just say there was less of a draft, lol. She looked across at Churro and saw him look uncomfortable, but he didn't break the chant. It was the same look he had when he drank a two liter of green tea on a dare. Dammit, she warned him to go before they started this! She rolled her eyes at him, and concentrated harder, and focused her mind on the poor wilted dead bird.
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Morse Macnair
Gryffindor
Fifth Year
Praying for some peace of mind
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Post by Morse Macnair on Jun 8, 2008 20:33:24 GMT -5
Morse was stuck in probably the most stupidest situation ever. Churro's dumbass eagle had to croak leaving them in a circle holding hands. bleh. I dont even know why he kept the stupid thing... The first thing he did when he transfigured the eagle was open the window and let it face the whomping willow in it's journey to freedom... failing miserably by the crushing of the trees grasp. stupid bird he laughed, remembering it's fly into demise. But whatever. Now they were there on account of Churro's bird. Normally, Morse wouldn't put up with this whole thing.. mostly because it involved human contact and crud. But since Churro had finally forgiven him for the last incident, he figured he might as well cope with it.
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Post by Acamapichtli Arroyo on Jun 8, 2008 21:56:49 GMT -5
Churro sat his skinny butt on the floor chanting for fifteen minutes and not a damned thing happened. Then again, what exactly was supposed to happen. It would be kinda freaky if the stupid bird just came to life and started chirping or whatever the hell eagles did, and went on his merry way. What were the consequences of bringing someone back to life? Pft, to hell with consequences. It wasn't an eleven year olds job to worry himself over such things. He would leave that up to the old farts. He continued chanting, completely oblivious of the green ball of light that was forming above his head.
I don't gotta pee I don't gotta pee I don't gotta peeee
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Post by Melissa Madison on Jun 9, 2008 20:59:23 GMT -5
Melissa shut her eyes, bored to tears, but unwilling to face Churro's temper tantrum if she stopped. After all, she was the one who challenged him to find the damned ritual. Who knew he would get off his lazy ass and actually FIND it? Like Churro, she gave no real thoughts to consequences, firmly believing that animals did not have the same souls that humans did. It never occurred to her to think of any obligations imposed on them if this actually worked, or bad karma or other negative marks against them. As with most eleven year olds, she simply lacked the foresight, not the intelligence, to think as far ahead as the afterlife, or of cosmic repercussions. She arched her back, and opened her eyes when she felt the back of her neck tingle. She swallowed quickly and kept up with the chanting, nudging El Muerto, and jerking her chin to Churro's direction.
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Morse Macnair
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Praying for some peace of mind
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Post by Morse Macnair on Jun 9, 2008 21:07:53 GMT -5
Morse could feel the others palms all sweaty all over his hands. It was hot and gross and it seemed like they'd be doing this crud all night. Stupid wonderbread and her bright ideas. How come she couldn't just keep that ritual information to herself and tell Churro if he wished on a star it'd come back. Atleast that way they wouldn't have been been stuck in a circle holding hands in front of a stupid dead bird. He heaved a heavy sigh, and looked in Wonderbread's direction, his gaze was bland but his feelings toward her were some where around anger and violent. And then she kind of jerked her Chin in CHurro's direction. He looked at her a little confused before taking a look for himself.
"..." He stopped chanting momentarily. I guess that bologna does work after all and he continued to chant, keeping a watch on the green orb of light.
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