Time Part 2

Connor || Time. Time was everything. It was the start, the end, and the middle of everything. Without time there would be no aging no death, but we would be able to move beyond the first second. Time was everything. But more so to Connor. His entire life revolved around time. He manipulated it, traveled it, and most importantly, it made him stronger. In more ways than one, he was a completely different person than he was when he looked like a fourth year. It had been a couple days since he made himself a promise to never forget the death of his realm. And while his instincts were screaming for him to forget everything, he never broke his promise. He used those memories whenever he trained in anything. It helped him to focus and keep himself strong enough to follow through on his goals. All of his personified emotions and his intelligence had subsided and it was only him in his mind. He was hollow, nothing but a single-minded purpose. Revenge. A time would come when he left to his realm alone, and he might not even return, so for now, he trained. He wanted to get stronger, more powerful, so when the time came, he at least stood a chance. He would not forget. Ever. Life would fly by, and he would probably be even more distant than normal, but it was worth it. He wanted to do this alone. He /needed/ to do this alone. And so for the past couple days, he followed the same pattern. Wake up, eat, train, eat, sleep. Then it would start again. Today, however, was different from the rest of the days. He was just about to start training when some part of his mind 'woke up' 'Kill, destroy, raze' Connor groaned. Though he'd dealt with rage before, he had hoped that all of the personified emotions would /stay/ subsided. 'Just leave me be.' he replied passing it off as nothing 'Don't trust anyone. Not even your friends. They'll only stab you in the back' Connor froze in his path. Not only was it rare for rage to speak in literate sentences, but he had only heard Rage try to make him doubt his friends once before when he first heard Rage. Was this Rage's way of saying 'trust your friends'? After all, he was already going down the path of solitude, so why say something that had no distinct meaning to him. He would have to ask rage, or even Hannah, later. For now, he trained.

Time

Connor || Light was fading. In all senses of the phrase. The sun had set hours ago, but the stars were just being covered by the clouds. And yet in the growing darkness, a figure was sitting against the wall of a small house. His head was leaned back and he was staring at what was left uncovered of the stars and the moon. The hood of his cloak was against the wall, somewhat on, but mostly off, as if it was once over his head, but had long since fallen off. Most of his hair was dangling back as much as it could, due to the angle of his head, but his bangs hung over his eyes creating a thin veil between his eyes and the world around him. Though nothing was happening, the action was happening inside his mind. He was locked in a battle with himself and the personified emotions that resided in him. It had been a long time since rage had personified in him, and now he had all variants of emotions speaking inside his mind. He looked slightly older than the last time anyone saw him, and it was only bolstered by the grim expression on his face. 'There was nothing you could do' Intelligence told him as he thought of home 'I could have helped. I could have fought." he berated himself remembering the ruins and everything he stood for 'You could have died, or been kidnapped" The figure thought this was unlikely, as both he and his father had fought in wars that seemed hopeless and won "Been there, done that' he thought angrily 'And it is /never/ happening again' 'You are a prince. You--' 'No' he interrupted 'I /was/ a prince. One cannot be a prince when there is no king. One cannot be a prince with no realm.' He was sick of this, of having this conversation again. He'd been arguing about this for the past three days. He just wanted to forget everything. Forget the images of cities desolated that were burned into his mind. Forget the sight of his father's charred body. Forget everything. He felt hopeless. He had no home, no family, no hope. He wanted to just leave everything behind and leave for another realm, but he couldn't. People were always going to try to hurt him, torture him, and worse. He needed to continue down the path he was heading. But most of all, he needed to remember everything, for it would make him stronger in the days to come. He was not going to back down. He was not going to forget. And he was not going to live in the past. He dragged himself up from the spot he was sitting, his eyes once green and hazel, were now both green "No more" he spoke aloud before walking off along the road, a new vow, and a new mission.

Voices Part 1.

Connor walks in

Hannah twitches and sneezes on Arman. Then after giving him a large wolfish grin, she gets up, stretches, and pads over to Connor.

Connor raises a brow at the wolf Hannah for a brief second before shrugging as he makes his way to his usual

Hannah raises a paw in greeting at Connor and then continues to trail after him, nose lowered to the ground, following his scent absently.

Hannah lays down, fur tinting blue-green slowly, "How are you?"

Connor shrugs "Alright," he says as he leans forward towards the lake and it's shimmering waters

Hannah looks at him, red eyes turning a sea green, "Only alright? Interesting." She hums, dipping her snout into the water experimentally.

Connor watches the water as two orbish spheres of water rise from the water. Connor stared into the orbs as if they were the very eyes into his own soul, which to him, they were. Water was all he was all he cared about. But when he looked into these orbs, they seemed different to him now than they did weeks ago. He felt that everything had changed since that fight yesterday. He had summoned rage to his aid, but it had changed him more than anything else can. 'It was your so-called 'friends' a voice spoke in the back of his mind as if trying to manipulate him to show his rage again. "Shut up" Connor muttered to himself unaware he had spoken out loud. It took all he could to quell this voice, but what was it? His fears manitesting, or something worse? Ignoring his questions he sunk the orbs back into the water before taking the time to answer Hannah's question with a fake grin "Yeah, alright"

Hannah pulls her snout from the water as she turns to look at him, fur now green and black, eyes matching. She moves, trying to place an overly large paw on his lap, "No you're not." She says quietly with dark green eyes flashing bright for a second, concern being her main emotion. "Something is bothering you. Because I know that smile isn't real. Also, you just said shut up, and I know it wasn't directed at me, love." She states simply, the wolf tilting her head. She had no idea why she was still in this form, but she didn't really mind. It was warm, and she still had wings, so okay. "Tell me what's wrong, Connor."

Connor shook his head with a sigh. He hated lying to his friends, but was the voice right? Were they really his friends it they would rather fight each other, than help him. He shook his head again tying to drive these thoughts from his mind. As of right now, he didn't need these doubts crawling their way around. As of right now, Hannah was the only one he could speak to, who had a similar experience, not the same, but similar. Besides- 'Do not trust her. we must instead strike her down while she is showing weakness' 'SHUT UP' Connor shouted in the very fabrics of his mind. He attempted to regain control for a few seconds before speaking aloud to Hannah "I've been... uh... hearing a voice in my mind" He spoke. Most people who he said that to would check him into a mental Hospital, wizard or not. So to him it sounded strange to say out loud. But Hannah, he knew would understand. Hopefully.

Hannah looks at the boy, and flinches at the explanation. The wolf's eyes widen and she looks at him, resisting the urge to move away from him. "A voice?" She whines, the sound more like what it was meant to be. The wolf was acting on instict. Voices that no one could hear but yourself, they'll slowly drive him crazy... They'll rip him apart until he's a shell of what he was... Or worse... Hannah flinches, the green wolf looking at Connor warily, eyes fixed on him as if looking for something that could help her in anyway. He'll become like us... With a snarl, almost as demonic as she was in her fiery form, she stares at him. "What kind of voice? In contrast to your personality, what is it?" She questions quietly, standing, turning to face him, just to keep an eye on him. She had to, otherwise, she'd be trying to run.

As soon as the first word was spoken, Connor had given up. Here comes the worst' he had thought, 'I'll be sent to Azkaban, where I can go insane without the possibility of harming someone. At least I'll have somebody to talk to.' 'You should fight, strike now, and escape the horrid place of Azkaban, and destroy everything in your way' "SHUT UP!!" he shouted at the voice in his mind, no doubt proving his sanity, as he speaks "Violent. Definitely violent. And manipulative." He says as in his mind he's drawn back to when the voice first appeared "Do you remember the fight that almost happened yesterday?" he rambled remembering every moment of the night "It came to be sometime after I summoned all of the rage I could, and sometime before I left" he remembered the voice planting the seeds of doubt right before he left. "It happened sometime between those points."

Hannah watches Connor with a curious gaze and tilts her head, alert. At the shout, she shrinks back with a yelp. Hannah listens to him again, and nods once, she had voices like that. As her stance relaxes and she simply lays on the floor, looking at the boy, she sighs, and shakes her head, "I know that I wanted to help you. Then that girl said something, and all I can feel is rage and just... nothing." She whispers. It happened when she couldn't control it, and it was dangerous. Just knowing she'd once more gotten to that point. It had been years since she exploded like that. Years. "I remember feeling extreme fear, and Shini-hi has said something about water since... But I... Nothing." She repeats quietly, placing one paw over her muzzle gently. "Sorry."

Connor nods understanding completely, "It's fine. Besides, what really matters to me now, is not whether or not my friends have fought, that's behind me now." he says emphazizing the me "What matters is finding out what the voice is" as if on cue the voice began speaking again 'Destroy, kill it now, Raze everything to the ground' Connor grimmaced at the sound of the voice returning. "Anyways. I was hoping that you could help me. After all you have a bit of... experience with voices" Throwing up a sheild in his mind to try and mute the insane voice. At least it was only destructive now, instead of manipulative. Sighing, he leaned back wondering if he would ever be rid of the voice.

Hannah looks at Connor through green eyes, and they flash black, then blue, then red, before back to the green, cycling through each of her forms' eyes. "I hate to say this. And I now you don't want to hear it... But, Connor... We think it is you." As her voice changes mid-sentence, her fur darkens slightly, and she looks away. "It is not nice to hear, and we really do not like saying this. However, it is the conclusion we have come to..." She sighs, dipping a paw into the water. "It just sounds too familiar." She ads, voice normal again now she'd processed that she'd told him their opinion. "Fury, rage, anger... Then a voice... It's like Kurayami all over again, just not me." She says. It wasn't set in stone, it could be something else. Hannah, however was certain that Connor would know if he were being possessed or controlled. "We think it is your past catching up with you."

If Connor could, as he was seated, he'd stumble backwards at her words "How can it be?" He asked. the harshness of the truth not quite getting to him "I am a tactical person. I don't go around killing everyone and burning things to the ground, all while manipulating people." His thoughts began to meld with the voices as he spoke one more time, his voice a distorted mess "I'm not him" He spoke as he and the voice in his mind swirled faster and faster as their voices meld before stopping "Look. It all started when I summoned all rage I could. "Could it be that the rage just manifested instead of dispersing like it was supposed to?"

Hannah shrugs at Connor once and sighs with a roll of wise eyes. "It could be. But we stand by what we said." Claims the wolf, standing and stretching her wings and legs. "We think it's a part of you, that you don't want to know about or remember. You may not change like us, not many do... But no matter what happens... You're our friend." Whispers the large wolf softly, before shifting into something alike a bow, "We will always stand by you, Connor."

Connor stands up shock controlling his body "It can't be!" he shouts with utmost conviction. "That voice and I, we are not the same, and he is not me" He starts to walk away but finds himself stopping right before leaving. 'Can she be right? Can the voice really be a piece of me? I can't believe that' he chants determinedly as he heads for the exit 'I can't believe that I can't believe that.' Until finally he reaches the exit and he speaks instead of thinks "I can believe that" before walking out.

Hannah looks after Conner and sighs, "Poor kid." Mutters the wolf, before trotting out absently, shaking her head.

Debates and.... Friends?

(Not exactly my best RP, but then again, I was drawn into it unexpectedly, so... yeah.)


Mint picks up each apple and sniffs it, polishing them on his black jeans and setting them back down before determining which one he liked most and lifts it to his soft lips and sinking his sharp teeth into its fruity juicy flesh smiling and if he had a tail it would likely be wagging.

Connor walks to the lake before sitting down, swirling his hand in the water watching as the ripples spread out, then disappear.

Angeleyes sighs

Mint munches happily on the apple and leaves his battle hammer leaning against the stump with the two other apples still sitting on it before approaching the sighing girl but not sitting next to her, "Yo! Name's Mint Xavier Honey, but most just call me Mint or Money. he introduces himself with a slight drawl to his friendly voice

AngelEyes rolls her eyes at the wolf's behavior it seemed no matter what country they were all similar. Watching him approach she stiffens nervously before her brows furrow at his words not expecting an introduction. Relaxing only slightly she lifts her head in acknowledgment in a manner that could almost seem petulant be responding with a soft voice that didn't match her earlier animosity.-

Mint smiles a sharp toothy grin and grabs at the alcohol, Apples, and Rum, best lunch break ever~ he chuckles deep in his throat.

Connor lowers his hand down into the water before closing his hand slightly as if grasping a sphere, before bringing up a handful of water. He pulled his hand back the water hovering in midair while he wiped his hand off on his shirt drying it off

AngelEyes| "I am Naira Belle Amory, however, you may call me Naira or Angel Eyes."

Mint turns back to the girl and takes a swig of the rum, his wide grin never seeming to stop, he hmm's, Naira... cool name. he pondered rolling the name on his tongue thinking about what origin it could be from.

AngelEyes inclines her head. "Thank you. Mint is an interesting name....it is very uncommon...?" she offers weakly unable to remain cold towards the odd wolf.

Connor holds out his hand at the floating sphere of water and motions upwards watching as it flies into the air, before separating, causing it to, what seems like, rain.

Mint turns back finishing the apple and tossing the core back behind him to be re-consumed by nature, his ears fly back at the feeling of the rain and he grabs Naira's hand gently but urgently and running over quickly by the stump, grabbing the hammer on his way and swinging it over his shoulder before finding shelter under a large tree.

AngelEyes closes her eyes as the water hits her and smiles before tensing slightly as she is pulled along by Mint but allows him to and raises an amused brow at him as she settles herself under the tree. A wolf who dislikes rain?" she questions her eyes slanting in the direction of the creator of said rain.

Connor lays back on the ground as the droplets of water bounces off of him. It didn't exactly rain in the shades, so he loved to make his own substitutes every now and then.

Mint scowls up at the dark sky, not knowing someone had /made/ it rain but if he had he would probably end up hitting him with the hammer a few times then gives a crookedly nervous smile and rubs the back of his head, his dark blue wolf ears twitching the water droplets off themselves, Eh-he... yeah, it's kinda a thing of mine? Oh and thanks, I like my name cause Mint is a fantastically wonderful plant that can cure most illnesses!" he chirps, bragging a little about the name even though he doesn't remember who gave it to him.

Connor raises his hand up to the sky satiated at the false rain. Slowly he closed his hand into a fist, and at the same time, the water in the air dissipated, almost as if the rain had simply stopped.

AngelEyes smiles in amusement at Mint's reasoning before offering a fanged grin. "Yes, Mint is known to cure many illnesses...I suppose you aren't so bad for a wolf..." Blinking as the rain stopped she pouts before looking towards the one who had created it. "Why did you stop it?"

Mint| If Mint had a tail it would be wagging in glee again, "Really?! Thanks! Ya know, yer actually the first person I've talked too since I woke up in the Dark forest this morning with barely any memory he smiles glancing at the guy she was looking at, Whatcha mean? /He/ created that wet stupid crying mess?!" he asks his eyes going wide in question.

Connor shrugs his shoulders as he situates himself against a tree "Simple. I was satiated at the rain. I had gotten my enjoyment from the rain, so I stopped it. If you want me to continue it, I will. I'd never turn down creating rain. It helps me relax"

AngelEyes tilts her head at Mint's words. "...Interesting...." Deciding not to question him seeing as he seemed to have no memories she focused on his next words with growing amusement. "Maybe." Turning to the creator of the rain she rose a brow at his relaxed posture before her eyes glaze over in nostalgic memories..."Yes...rain seems to wash everything away..."

Mint wrinkles his nose in displeasure, his ears flying back again at the man's offer, You do that an' I'll smash yer head to tiny pieces bro... he growls out, crossing his arms and leaning against a tree as well, his eyes shifting to an amber color that wasn't quite gold but wasn't red to show he was mildly annoyed. His now amber eyes glaze over a little too, not remembering his past but remembering the feeling of dread, sorrow, and anger that he gets every time it rains, he whispers to himself softly, "Did you know... when it rains, it's actually the souls of the lost ones in the stars, crying 'cause they no longer are loved..." it was something he knew someone old and wise told him once, maybe a grandmother of sorts, but all he knew was he did that often, reciting old stories or quotes like from a book that the same elderly person kept telling him.

Connor waves his hand to the lake "You could try. If you don't like water, well I have an arsenal right here." He nods at the girl who spoke "You understand. When one goes through dark things, they tend to look for a release, a way to calm them down. For me, there is no other way of life, but water."

AngelEyes looks away lost in memories she would rather forget. Raising her eyes to meet the boy's she offered him a bittersweet smile. "I'd ask for more rain but my friend would undoubtedly be unhappy. Thank you though..." she offered with a small bow, the action which had been programmed into her.

Connor nods at Mint "If that were true then my false rain helps put the lost ones at ease. Because it shows that, though they are unloved by the ones that matter, they are not forgotten by the ones that don't" He says before bowing his head towards the girl

Mint pouts and snickers before remembering something and quickly takes off his black jacket that had been open reveal more of his muscular body perfect for wielding weapons and quickly starts drying off his Hammer trying to keep it from rusting with a scowl, "Another good reason to hate rain..." He mutters with another scowl.

AngelEyes sighs and pokes him in the forehead gently. "Stop scowling it'll be stuck on your face forever...see you on the other side Mint."

Connor raises a brow "Why would putting the lost ones at ease be a good reason to hate the rain?"

Mint silently promises to /try/ to stop scowling his scary scowl after this and nods to her about leaving if only he could then he whirls on the "rain-man" growling his eyes completely gold now and hefts the hammer over one of his broad shoulders, Cause if yer lost you should stay that way! There's no need to give things, died or alive, false hope or give them "ease" they might not even care for! He grips before stalking past the man and grabbing the remaining two apples he left on the stump nearby

AngelEyes eyes the other boy with exasperation. "Mint dislikes the rain for his own reasons," she mutters trying to appease both. "Just as you and I have different opinions so does he."

Connor shakes his head "I'm not insulting him for fearing the rain. I'm just asking a question that I'm curious about." he turns to Mint "Did you ever think that maybe, there are lost people who lived their lives without a friend, lived their lives in some hellish place, did you ever think that there might be people who didn't deserve to be lost?" He says calmly as he shakes his head "There are and were people who didn't deserve to be unloved, uncared for."

Mint snorts softly, flashes of a bloody, gory scene in a village somewhere and werewolves running rampant go through his mind and he winces slightly, his hand shaking a little as it reached out for the apples and he blinks before muttering again, Those who are lost... should /always/ stay that way... he grabs the apples and glances back at Naira with a fake cheerful grin, "Heh, I gotta go try my luck at getting out of this hell, literally... see ya on the flip-flop side?"

AngelEyes watches Mint in concern before nodding silently as her eyes bore into him. "Yes...I'll see you..." Turning away she pauses to look at the other boy. "It was nice meeting you perhaps we'll meet again soon."

Connor shrugs as he stares out into the open water of the lake "Perhaps you'll understand what I mean someday. Perhaps not. It doesn't really matter." He nods at the girl "Same here"

Mint nods and turns away from the two his shoulders seeming heavier and his ears were back in slight discomfort before heading off to talk to hades, Yeah... see ya guys. then he was gone in a flash of werewolf speed to confront the ruler of the shades.

AngelEyes bows and takes her leave before pausing realizing she had never gotten a name. "I am Naira Belle Amory...those close to me call me Angel Eyes and yourself?"

Connor nods at her introduction "Connor" He states simply. To him, his last name didn't matter. Not like it was ever spoken anyways.

AngelEyes smiles and bows her head. "Connor...see you soon." she murmurs and spins on her heel to leave the shades.

Connor bows his head slightly before staring back over the surface of the lake

Secrets, Stories, and Curses Part 3

Aurelie walks in smiling, her lavender eyes scanning the tables till she finds her house. Skipping over to the Hufflepuff table she slings the leather messenger bag off of her shoulders, digging around and pulling out a Charms textbook. She begins to read the chapter they went over in class and tilts her head, her nose practically buried in the book as she goes over the many spells written in it.


| A small figure walks into the Grand Hall of Hogwarts cloaked in black a hood shrouding his face. Remembering a time where he used to go here he walks down the tables running his hand along the Ravenclaw table. I'll break that curse, he thinks angrily, a blood-red shape showing through the shadows of the hood before disappearing again. He looks around the room trying to see if anyone was there. Seeing a girl he abandons what he was going to attempts and instead pulls down his hood, revealing a young boy with messy dark brown hair. His eyes were the strangest. His right eye was hazel, but his other eye was blue. That wasn't the strange bit. His eyes seemed to change from blue to yellow, then back to blue in under a second.

Aurelie glances over at the only other person in the room, a young boy with messy and dark hair and strange eyes. Though she couldn't really comment on strangeness, after all, what person had lavender eyes? She remembered asking her mother, days before her parents' death why her eyes were that way. Her mother hadn't given her an answer. Shaking her head to rid the thought of her parents, she buries her nose deeper into the book. Trying to focus on the words instead of the dark thoughts she was having just then.

Connor Coleman | With his hood down the boy felt too open. To revealed. He felt that the longer he had his hood down, the better the chance his enemies would find him. Yet he didn't want to appear as a dark character to everyone at Hogwarts. No, it was best to keep the hood off. For now at least. Looking over at the girl from earlier, he noticed she had a book in her hands. Maybe she knew a... No, most likely not. Though it couldn't hurt to try, can it? As the boy stood thinking about whether to talk to the girl or not, the realization that the girl would not be an enemy or working for an enemy became more apparent. After all, she was only a student, and his enemies wouldn't use polyjuice to come here on the off chance that he might be here. No, he would go talk. The boy then turned away from the Ravenclaw table and towards the Hufflepuff table. As he stepped up he made his presence known "Hello."

Aurelie glances up from her book, turning her lavender eyes to the boy from before. Realizing he had just spoken she shyly replied in a soft voice, heavy with a french accent, "Umm... Bonjour Monsieur."

Connor Coleman | The boy nods politely slightly surprised at the accent before speaking "Bonjour. I was wondering what book you were reading?"He decided to build his way up and make sure she was trustworthy and proving his own trustworthiness before going on to why he really wanted to speak.

Aurelie smiles politely at the boy, replying in the same soft voice. "I was reading a book on... a form of magic." She decided not to tell him what her intentions were in reading the book, knowing he, like most people, wouldn't understand her situation. She smiles politely at him once more before turning her strange eyes back to the book, swiping a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.

Connor Coleman | The boy raises a brow at her evasiveness "A form of magic?" he questions suspiciously, even though he might seem a bit suspicious himself "Seems a bit vague, don't you think?" He smiles trying to ease her into telling him about the book. For all the boy knew, it could be the very thing that could help him "I don't care if you're reading anything dark. I'm just curious."

Aurelie tilts her head slightly at him and smiles. "Sometimes one must be vague to protect themselves, no?" She goes back to reading, trying to avoid all of the suspicious thoughts springing into her head about the boy. He wasn't with them, was he? Was he after her? She had no way of knowing if he was a part of that wretched organization, so until proven trustworthy she decided to be vague with the boy.

Connor Coleman | The boy circles around to the other side of her, trying to get a glimpse of the book before speaking "The vague usually are vague because they cannot protect themselves any other way. Is that true in this particular case?" The boy asked before sitting down "Tell you what" He says with a small smile on his face "Since I haven't introduced myself yet" He holds out his hand "I'm Connor" The boy says hoping that introduce himself would show him to be trustworthy. After all, what intelligent enemy would introduce themselves.

Aurelie blinks at him with her lavender eyes questioningly, what enemy introduces themselves? She sighs and shrugs, shaking his hand with her smaller one and smiling softly. "Aurelie, Aurelie Monreau."

Connor Coleman | The boy smiles at the fact that he was on the right track "Now, since we're on friendly terms," The boy spoke knowing full well that introducing yourself was only the start of the path to friendly terms "Could you tell me what you're reading, and I'll tell you why I'm curious?" he spoke hoping that that would pique the Aurelie's interest.

Aurelie raises an eyebrow slightly and hums, replying softly. "If I'm going to tell you that, you must promise not to tell anyone. It is extremely important no one finds out." She looks at him waiting.

Connor Coleman | The boy raises a brow curiously "Suspicious behavior for a young girl." He says before answering "But, very well, I agree."

Aurelie smiles slightly. "And your behavior isn't suspicious for a young boy? Though you agreed, so I suppose I must tell you." She shows him the cover of the book. The cover showing that it is an advanced Dark Arts spell book, banned in most areas of the wizarding world. She tilts her head curiously, wondering what his reaction will be.

Connor Coleman |The boy laughs at what she said "If you only knew" he says before looking at the cover with interest "Where did you get this?" before he could get answer he continued speaking "Never mind that, does it contain anything about curses?" he asks figuring he's closer to his goal than he was a few minutes ago.

Aurelie tilts her head at him, humming in thought. "You did say earlier you would tell me why you are so curious about the book. I myself am curious as well. Why so interested?"

Connor Coleman | The boy looks in surprise at her while angry with himself for saying that. He sighs before saying "I guess I did say I would." The boy thinking to himself of a way to get away with not telling everything, decides to say "Do you want the long explanation or the short one?"

Aurelie smiles slightly. "I'd prefer the long explanation, I enjoy details. Tell you what, if you tell me. I'll tell you why I was reading it in the first place. Deal?"
| The boy, clearly intrigued raises a brow "Interesting. Although to explain my curiosity, it would be a long story." He says hoping to convince her to take the short story. "Are you sure you want the long explanation? If so, then we have a deal"

Aurelie hums and nods. "I have time, I would like to hear the long explanation."

Connor Coleman |The boy sighs defeated "Very well. To put it simply at first. I have been cursed." He says watching the girls reactions "You know the saying 'Looks Can Deceive'? That applies here. I am a little over three thousand years old" He stopped just in case she didn't believe him or had anything to say.

Aurelie raises an eyebrow and hums to herself softly, not saying anything but looking extremely curious.

Connor looks on curious at the girl, surprised that she didn't say anything unlike the few others who've heard his story, But he didn't count it out yet "I was born in another realm. Before I continue, What do you know of Vampires? Not just the ones on this realm but all vampires?"

Aurelie hums and grins, replying. "From what I've heard, they sparkle. Though you don't seem very sparkly to me."

Connor growls at the girl "Do not insult vampires from that trash" He calms himself down before continuing "Anyways. I wasn't your average vampire. I was a vampire of the Temporia Clan, Manipulators of time"

Aurelie smiles at the trash comment and snickers slightly, continuing to listen. "Manipulators of time? Sounds interesting. Seems like you're Clan is powerful as well."

Connor shakes his head sadly "They were. Even before my curse, the clan was dying. Now that the curse has come upon me the Clan is dead. The curse stripped me of all my abilities and powers. And has made me this young human"

Aurelie looks at him with empathy. "It must be terrible having to be so alone." She thinks of her own situation and shakes her head, realizing how alone they both seem to be.

| Connor nods agreeing with what she's saying "Now you see why I was curious. I want to break that curse. I need to break that curse."

Aurelie hums and taps her chin in thought. "I suppose since I got the long explanation it's time to tell my sob story."

Connor Coleman | Raises a brow curious, but shakes his head "You don't have to." he says, though his own curiosity outweighs his want to prove his trust.

Aurelie smiles. "No, I promised. And even though I don't know you very well you will soon learn, I always keep my promises.

Secrets, Stories, and Curses Part 2

Connor |The small figure walks into the dark alley and takes a few twists and turns until he is satisfied that the location is secure. He then turns around and faces the woman before speaking "To truly explain the curse I have to start at the very beginning. You may offer commentary if you wish, I am sure bits may surprise you."

Ali nods muttering, "well you might like to know my story if you choose you can trust me afterward"

Connor sighs before beginning "I was born a little over three thousand years ago in another realm. My father, a vampire was the founder of two groups that did much good. My mother was a vampire of the temporia clan"

Ali pulls out a small book starting to write

Connor raises a brow at the book but continues nonetheless "The clan, as its name suggests, had the ability to manipulate time. Not fully change it, but manipulate it. Shortly after my birth my mother died leaving me the last remaining member of the clan, and it's leader"

Ali spoke "wait back up nobody else was in this clan" pulls another book out rapidly flipping through the pages

Connor shakes his head "No, It was once a grand clan, but most of its members had given their lives for others"

Ali looks up her eyebrows scrunched together "were you supposed to build the clan up?"

Connor sighs "I do not know, but if I have the chance, I will. Anyways, I studied under my father's rule and found myself enjoying the art of stealth. But eventually war came to my realm, and I was sent to this realm in the future shortly before my father created the groups."

Ali: "You said your father had two clans that did much good stealth doesn't usually bring much good,Lets" she says flipping to a page of the book she was writing in. Ali then looks up "I should know"
Connor laughs "It may seem that wLet'ssay you knew that a dark group was rising and you wanted to find out about it, how would you go about it? Infiltration of course. Stealth is not good or evil it is merely the tool of the people who know how to use it."

Ali sighs quickly taking a note muttering something

Connor nods knowingly "Back to the story. I studied at Hogwarts learning the magic, as well as a woman who's name I will not disclose whom I learned stealth under. But eventually the time came when the first group was formed. I did not join until a bit later but it is importand nonetheless"

Ali mutters, "what did the first group want"

Connor sighs "Like I've said before, to vanquish evil. It started with my father summoning Death Eaters to his location while he was with a small group of people. The battle lasted minutes and my father asked them if they would help them with defeating a truly evil man."

Ali looks down thoughtfully then looks back up "Are you saying he wanted to work WITH then death eaters?"

Connor laughs "Sorry to confuse you. But he fought the Death eaters with the people he asked to help him. You could say he summoned the death eaters to test their skill"

Ali nods "ahh" scribbles something down

Connor smiles "When they agreed, he took them to the Forbidden Realm to defeat the villain, Rhajet. When they succeeded the decided to form a team on a more permanant basis as the OS"

Ali stiffens at Rhajet then continues to write trying to act natural

Connor notices her stiffening "You've heard the name before?"

Ali's eyes go wide and pretends she didn't hear him

Connor narrows his eyes "You know him. Which one?"

Ali says "oh nothing I don't know them"

[The next part of the rp was lost in confusion and my internet not working very well.]

Secrets, Stories, and Curses Part. 1

Connor |A small figure walks along the Dark alleys of Knockturn Alley a hood shrouding his face, and his cloak billowing behind him. He walks onto the main path where most of the shops were kept and looks up at the sky as if expecting something to be there or change. He looks around to see if anyone is around before sitting at a bench. Keeping an eye out for any people he keeps moving his hands in strange ways like gestures.

Ali watches the boy on the bench suspiciously slowly walking over to him

Connor |The figure, hearing the tapping of feet turns to the woman walking towards him. Instantly he stops what he was doing and shoves his hands in the pockets of his robes "Hello?" he as he raises his brow at her wondering what she was doing here and why she was walking towards him.

Ali immediately changes her expression smiling "nothing nothing so what are you doing in are fine um place"

Connor laughs silently "This is no fine place, and everyone knows it" His eyes stay arched in the air as he continues on "What I was doing here is not important. I would not easily reveal myself to possible enemies. What might you have been doing in this dark place?

Ali looks him over "you're correct to not trust me but I'm a loyal ally but to others, I'm an unforgivable enemy I have knowledge some couldn't even dream of so what do you think?"

Connor laughs "You sound like me back a long time ago. Before I was cursed. You may be a loyal ally to some, but you could be allied with my enemies. No, I learned not to trust anyone decades ago."

Ali smiles "cursed you say I bet I could help what type of curse and I ally with few that"

Connor shrugs "A curse that made me young again, a curse that took away my abilities. A curse that has made me human. Few know how to reverse it. Fewer still can reverse it"

Ali looks at him "you do realize you just oh never mind" opens the bag on her back pulling out a book flipping through it

Connor sighs "You wish to know my story? Fine, You wish to find out if you can reverse the curse? Fine. Just prepare yourself for a long story. And not here either, I would not reveal who I am in such open area." he turns around and walks into a darkened alley not even glancing back to see if she was following. If she did, well, it was a small chance of reversing the curse, if not, one less person to trust

Ali follows him knowing what she's doing as she's dealt with many curses