Vincent A. Mortelle
Professor
Posts: 19
Age: 164
Sexuality: pansexual
Gender: male
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Alias: vel
Occupation: divination professor
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Post by Vincent A. Mortelle on Jan 26, 2017 15:22:52 GMT -5
 ¤ @open ¤ NOTES
Still no one could tell if Vincent was actually a seer or not. Half of the time the man smelled of burning herbs, oils and numerous other things. At times he could be seen laying in the center of his classroom, smoke circling the air before him playing off the shadows. Cards skewed all about the rugged floor in different formations. Never really looking for anything in particular, just looking for anything that didn't feel right.
Not tonight. What time was it? Vincent could feel the walls move away as his body laid in the center of the room. His eyes closed as the smoke swirled in place above him, and suddenly the lights scattered as darkness gripped hold of him. Chest rising and falling like the ebb and flow of time. Tides shifting, the moon waxing and waning, everything falling way to nothingness. Silence. The man in the center of the room could hear nothing outside of his own world, and that was when it hit him.
Sights so vividly clear and lacking that hazey cover that they usually did. From an on looker Vincent would appear to be asleep going through a deep onset of REM. Except he was not. He was trapped in this place as the images flashed before him while his breath quickened in pace. Fingers reaching out as his nails dug into the carpet next to him, claw for anything to hold onto in order to keep him in place.
Everything flashed white in the form of a blank slate before him, fingers running over the barren walls of the room. No sound escaping him as his feet carried him through the ever winding hallways. Did he turn left? Or... right? Which direction was he supposed to go? Instead of lingering on that thought for too much longer the dark haired gypsy shifted making his way straight. Violet eyes shifting over the bright harshness before him until a figure formed in front of him, the wall shifting to a starry lit curtain.
"Hello?" Vincent had called out to the being, but as it turned he instantly recognized the face as it fell back and vanished completely.
Gasping out Vincent's nails were starting to bend back, his breathing increased as the gooves of his claw marks began to fill with the sanguine liquid.
Staggering in his steps a moment, his eyes turned over the once again harshness. The path before him now blocked as he turned about one more time and started down the course to his left. Fingers brushing over the ice cold walls until he was brought to another abrupt stop. The once white walls were now dripping with a black sticky substance. Vincent pulled his hand away as it coated the barriers.
His hand jerked up away from the floor and moved to his chest as he clutched the fabric of his shirt staining the light color deep with crimson.
Vincent brought his hand to his chest and held onto the lapel, as much as he wanted to touch it, he couldn't. Until a hand reached forward from the tarry mess and brushed against his skin.
Blisters started to form instantly over the back of Vincent's hand as he pulled it away again, body rolling to the side avoiding whatever reached out to touch him.
"Don't touch me!" Vin called to the hand as it retreated and he moved hurriedly through the hallway turning again and leaving the madness behind only to stumble forward onto an earthy floor, his palms muddying more while darkness surrounded him. Thankful to be out of the winding hallways, only to realize that this was just part of it all. Standing up and brushing off his knees he turned to the sound of heavy sobs. Chest already heavy from what he has seen he stepped through the brush to see a man with his back turned sobbing over a doll, but as the figure turned it vanished with a scream.
Vincent stumbled back to see two hooded figures standing in the woods. Their faces shielded by shadow and as they turned all the vampire could make out was the shape and color of their eyes. That was until they too disappeared.
His body jerked again, contorting a moment in a way that almost didn't seem human, until he again lay still on the floor of his classroom. Breathing in the smoke that still lingered before him.
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Ryland M. Finnigan
Vulpecula House
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Age: 17
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Alias: Riley
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Post by Ryland M. Finnigan on Jan 30, 2017 23:57:51 GMT -5
Didn't see that coming.... It wasn't like him to be headed to a classroom this late in the day but Ryland knew that the only way to pull this off would be to set it up tonight. He had been planning this all week, ever since he saw that Ophiuchus student messing with a younger kid in the halls, this will teach him to go around telling kids that they are going to be attacked by a Grim. Fixing his pack on his back he smiled to himself, this was going to be good, well worth the work, or so he thought.
He had it all planned out. A simple spark trigger under a chair and a chair reaction of fire crackers. He would be able to hit the whole ruddy group and wouldn't even have to be in the room. Same he would have to miss it, but really, it would make it almost impossible to blame him.
It wasn't until he had almost reached the classroom that he heard it, a strange noise that sent shivers down his spine. What the hell was that? It almost sounded like a dying rat, or something worse. Maybe he could wait till next week...yeah, that seemed like a better idea. Ryland tuned and headed back down the hall but was stopped once again by a sound, this time it was a voice, and one he recognized.
"Don't Touch Me"
The voice was that of Professor Mortelle, and by the sound of it he was under atttack. Ryland turned on his heel and raced down the hall. "Professor?! Professor Mortelle?" He burst into the room and coughed as the smoke hit his lungs. "Professor?!" His deep blue eyes frantically searched the smoke filled room. Suddenly he spotted him, laying in the middle of the floor surrounded by candles. "What on earth...?"
Slowly he approached the man, cautiously scanning the room as he went. Wand clenched in one hand and bag tight in the other he looked almost like a knight holding a sword and shield. Not that his bag would have done anything to protect him if there was an intruder in the room. "Professor? Professor Mortelle?" He called to the man while not actually looking at him. His attention instead was focus on the room, constantly scanning it for movement. It wasn't until he was completely sure that they were alone that he finally lowered his wand and crouched beside the man. He couldn't help but notice the grip he had on the carpet. Something must have happened to him but Ryland just didn't know exactly what that something was.
"Professor Mortelle, can you hear me sir?" Ryland didn't know what to do. Waving his hand around he did his best to clear the smoke.
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Vincent A. Mortelle
Professor
Posts: 19
Age: 164
Sexuality: pansexual
Gender: male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
250x350 Hover Image: http://data.whicdn.com/images/155838619/large.jpg
Alias: vel
Occupation: divination professor
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/228/mortelle-iv-vincent-altair
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Post by Vincent A. Mortelle on Feb 5, 2017 1:46:24 GMT -5
The vision started to fade, and quickly while Ryland waved the smoke away. The sound of the boy calling his name was distant while he still lingered in the dreamlike state. Focus lingering on the shape and color of the eyes. Commiting them to memory. The way Kasyn's body fell while he screamed for his youngest son, the only thing in his arms was a doll. How the two hooded figures managed to convince the auror that the body was his son, it was beyond him.
Vincent gasped out while the air cleared and his eyes shot open. Looking over to see Ryland and he sat up quickly. Rubbing his face as pain shot through his hand. The blisters on the back of his skin were oozing slightly as he looked them over. "Ah... Master Finnigan."
"What time was it... how long was I separated from myself?" Again he looked over his hands, the way the bumps were raised. Not sure exactly what caused it, and he didn't want to fix it for fear that it would back lash. Vincent decided to just laugh softly as he shifted on the floor attempting to stand. That wasn't going to work. Not at all. Nope. Not yet at least.
"Was there something you needed help with? All the way up here?"
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Ryland M. Finnigan
Vulpecula House
Posts: 14
Age: 17
Gender: Male
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Alias: Riley
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Post by Ryland M. Finnigan on Feb 15, 2017 14:59:43 GMT -5
Didn't see that coming.... Oh thank god he is alive. He noticed the blisters on the man’s hands and winced at the sight. What the hell had gone on in here? “Professor… are you alright sir?” He crouched beside the older wizard and looked him over more closely, “Do you need me to fetch the nurse?”
Professor Mortelle didn’t seem to be worried or afraid of anything, maybe he wasn’t attacked…. But the wounds and the smoke just didn’t add up. The man’s attempt to get up worried the young blond and he offered the man his arm. “Easy sir, can I help you? Or maybe you should just rest….” He frowned lightly, not terribly sure what exactly should be done in situations like this.
Did he really just ask that? While lying on the floor? “Uh, no sir, I was, I was just…. You were screaming and I thought, well, I thought you were in trouble and I, well, I found you laying here.” He hoped that he had made sense though he was fairly sure it didn’t. He really would rather not tell the man in front of him his reasons for being in the hall at this time of night, Ryland would rather avoid the trouble that it would cause him.
“Were you attacked sir?”
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Vincent A. Mortelle
Professor
Posts: 19
Age: 164
Sexuality: pansexual
Gender: male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
250x350 Hover Image: http://data.whicdn.com/images/155838619/large.jpg
Alias: vel
Occupation: divination professor
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/228/mortelle-iv-vincent-altair
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Post by Vincent A. Mortelle on Feb 16, 2017 19:20:44 GMT -5
For a brief moment Vincent turned to look at Ryland catching his breath. Was he alright? Yes. Actually he was quite well, save for the nastiness on his hand. Giving the seventeen year old boy a smile, Vicnent rubbled his palms on his pants.
"Professor... are you alright sir? Do you need me to fetch the nurse?"
"Nope! No I am quite alright." Really he was. Still sitting in the center of the room he laughed softly. Vincent was always so light an airy even if it was concern something as disconcerting as this. Visions, while normal to him, could easily be terrifying to those witnessing an actual episode.
As Ryland frowned Vincent rose his eyebrow up. 'Uh, no sir, I was, I was just...' Well wasn't that just a little suspicious. 'You were screaming and I thought, well , I though you were in trouble and I, well, I found you laying here.'
"Ah! Right! Yes, yes I was. You blow all the smoke away? That's probably why I came out of the vision then. So thank you?"
'Were you attacked sir?' Attacked?
"Oh Lord no. Not attacked in the slightest. Hmm mm. Just working my way through a vision. You wouldn't believe how vivid it was, every nook and cranny. Just... boom! Right in your face!" His words sounded loudly through the room. Now that it wasn't spinning he easily managed to stand. "Though I am still curious as to why you're here and..." Vincent looked down to his wrist watch and blinked a few times. "...out this late. Shouldn't you be asleep?"
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