A) A Wandering Target - OPEN The screeching, lurching undead burst into a cloud of dust and ash.
Standing on the other side of the dispersing particles was one irate wizard, wand pointing directly where the undead had been rushing him.
Reducto was a simple curse most witches and wizards knew by the time they left Hogwarts, though it wasn’t taught by any of the professors there, it was usually passed from the knowledgeable student to those willing to learn. Regulus had learned it from his cousin but had graciously passed it on to many a young student. It blew objects apart and reduced them to dust. And though the number of dark curses Regulus knew could fill a book, he found that simplicity worked best in the confines of the farmhouse corridors.
Usually, his expression was calm, unreadable. But now, exhausted, the façade was decimated, he couldn’t even bother to repair it, and he looked as incensed as he felt.
He’d lost track of how many of these monsters he’d kill this night (or was it day now, trapped in this farmhouse he’d lost all sense of time). But he was starting to get the feeling these monsters had a particular taste for him. On more than one occasion, it almost seemed to his eyes that they’d specifically chosen to go after him rather than another person.
This was the wrong kind of flattery.
He adjusted the shoulder strap of his bag across his chest, rolling his shoulders to work out the kinks in his neck and back. He patted the spot where Patricia, transfigured into a figurine, was tucked safely inside the bag. And without another look at the thing he’d just decimated, he turned with a great, disgruntled sigh to carry on wandering the corridors.
B) Open Network; un: fishious rumors [ He sounds possitively indignant. ]
Is anyone else dealing with a disproportionate number of undead attacking them? Their approach feels targeted. And personal.
[ Is there a pattern here to the way the undead are acting? Help a poor wizard out here. ]
Fiendfyre with Lily Through the quartz, Regulus had called for Lily’s help. He hadn’t said what, this was a weighty matter that needed to be discussed in person. He’d just said that it was urgent and her assistance was necessary.
Only Lily could help him with this. At least, that was his hope.
Exhaustion had him leaning against the corridor wall, a thankful moment of undead respite. It was tempting to just close his eyes and drift away. But, despite the yearning for a chance to sleep, Wei Wuxian had asked for help, and Regulus knew a way that could drive the undead army towards the forces Wei Wuxian was bringing.
His idea was dangerous bordering on madness.
In another life, the first chance to flee and Regulus would have been gone. Only, he didn’t know where he could go. The forest people might take him back, but that meant a hard life he was ill-suited for by disposition alone, never mind the lack of skill. And he might not fully trust a single person in this farmhouse, but they were the only people he knew.
He turned when he heard Lily arrive.
And the first words out of his mouth started this possible catastrophe.
“Do you remember the counter charm against fiendfyre?”
[OOC: Down for any random ideas others might have for Regulus before he unleashes fiendfyre on the army of undead. So hmu PM/Plurk and we can work something out.
Also, he's going to be out for the count after unleashing fiendfyre so his aftermath is sleeping.]
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The screeching, lurching undead burst into a cloud of dust and ash.
Standing on the other side of the dispersing particles was one irate wizard, wand pointing directly where the undead had been rushing him.
Reducto was a simple curse most witches and wizards knew by the time they left Hogwarts, though it wasn’t taught by any of the professors there, it was usually passed from the knowledgeable student to those willing to learn. Regulus had learned it from his cousin but had graciously passed it on to many a young student. It blew objects apart and reduced them to dust. And though the number of dark curses Regulus knew could fill a book, he found that simplicity worked best in the confines of the farmhouse corridors.
Usually, his expression was calm, unreadable. But now, exhausted, the façade was decimated, he couldn’t even bother to repair it, and he looked as incensed as he felt.
He’d lost track of how many of these monsters he’d kill this night (or was it day now, trapped in this farmhouse he’d lost all sense of time). But he was starting to get the feeling these monsters had a particular taste for him. On more than one occasion, it almost seemed to his eyes that they’d specifically chosen to go after him rather than another person.
This was the wrong kind of flattery.
He adjusted the shoulder strap of his bag across his chest, rolling his shoulders to work out the kinks in his neck and back. He patted the spot where Patricia, transfigured into a figurine, was tucked safely inside the bag. And without another look at the thing he’d just decimated, he turned with a great, disgruntled sigh to carry on wandering the corridors.
B) Open Network; un: fishious rumors
[ He sounds possitively indignant. ]
Is anyone else dealing with a disproportionate number of undead attacking them? Their approach feels targeted. And personal.
[ Is there a pattern here to the way the undead are acting? Help a poor wizard out here. ]
Fiendfyre with Lily
Through the quartz, Regulus had called for Lily’s help. He hadn’t said what, this was a weighty matter that needed to be discussed in person. He’d just said that it was urgent and her assistance was necessary.
Only Lily could help him with this. At least, that was his hope.
Exhaustion had him leaning against the corridor wall, a thankful moment of undead respite. It was tempting to just close his eyes and drift away. But, despite the yearning for a chance to sleep, Wei Wuxian had asked for help, and Regulus knew a way that could drive the undead army towards the forces Wei Wuxian was bringing.
His idea was dangerous bordering on madness.
In another life, the first chance to flee and Regulus would have been gone. Only, he didn’t know where he could go. The forest people might take him back, but that meant a hard life he was ill-suited for by disposition alone, never mind the lack of skill. And he might not fully trust a single person in this farmhouse, but they were the only people he knew.
He turned when he heard Lily arrive.
And the first words out of his mouth started this possible catastrophe.
“Do you remember the counter charm against fiendfyre?”
[OOC: Down for any random ideas others might have for Regulus before he unleashes fiendfyre on the army of undead. So hmu PM/Plurk and we can work something out.
Also, he's going to be out for the count after unleashing fiendfyre so his aftermath is sleeping.]