05.16 @ 12:42pm
We are now allowing members to play on up to threeinternational teams (including Britain).
05.15 @ 9:25am
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5.13 @ 10:25pm
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5.05 @ 11:00am
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5.01 @ 12:16 am
We're now accepting summer temporaries! Got a few summer adoptable? They have their own list this year! We're also in the month of May! Congrats to Anastasia and Olive who won Posting Wizard for April with 306 and 209 posts respectively!
04.28 @ 10:58am
Information on the QWC countries has been reposted to assist in the creation of international players!
As much as Malcolm loved to spend time with the dragons and his family, he had found himself needing some social interaction with real people who weren't related to him. He had found and bullied a distant cousin of some sort into keeping an eye on Gawain and Mordred for a few hours, put on some clothes that didn't smell like dragon, and apparated into one of the sidewalks of High Street. He was lucky that he didn't knock into anyone. It was kind of relieving to be around people whose passion wasn't dragons, and who didn't have a brother whose arm had been chewed on by one. Relieving and eerie.
However pleasant the change of pace was, he wasn't sure where to go from there. He had no particular desire to go and get drunk, he didn't want to get some food, he didn't want to go to the park. Malcolm sighed and straightened the cap on his head. Now what? He had gone to all this trouble just to socialize with other people, and now he didn't want to go to the places where other people were. What was wrong with him? He had obviously been spending far too much time around the dragons.
He ended up going for a walk around the town. He trekked down High Street, through Bartonburg, and into the Slums. It was a bit awkward for him to be among the slum residents, and he fingered the wand in his pocket. Mac didn't dislike people of the lower classes, and he actually had some friends of that class, but he always felt oddly guilty whenever he was in their home base. Besides, most of the lower class people he spotted acting around were behaving the same way as he was, speed-walking and clearly holding their wands.
It was't exactly the best neighborhood.
He started following a winding path that led partially through the Forbidden Forest. He didn't remember having seen the path before, although he had certainly slipped into the forest a few times.
Eventually he came out on a hill. Mac shrugged and kept walking. He didn't realize he was in a cemetery until he stumbled over a grave. "Wellp," he said. He had heard bad things about the Hogsmeade cemetery, something about insanity if one went there after dark, but most people thought he was insane. Mac shrugged and bent over to read the grave.
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Joined: 26-January 12
Please don't chain that door
, I can't win this war
After her conversation with Abe (which surprisingly remained civil) Eliza decided she needed to go for a walk. She needed to step outside of her house and go into her thoughts where she could figure out how to handle herself at work tomorrow. People would undoubtedly ask questions, what was she to say? 'I'm fine' 'I'm okay'. Those didn't exactly express any sort of emotion. Being 'fine' or 'okay' didn't quite classify as an emotion.
She let her feet lead her to wherever they wanted her to be. There was no point in thinking of where to go because that would only lead to thoughts of - 'No Eliza, no more.' She thought to herself. No more would she think of his name. No more tears, no more shame. What did she have to be ashamed of though? All they did was kiss.
All they did was kiss.
Steeling herself against one of trees bordering what she now recognized to be the cemetery, Eliza let out a breath. She was going to do this. She was going to walk through that cemetery and not notice the freshly covered grave of Tobias. There were no other options.
A figure came crashing through the trees and she stayed in her position next to the tree. She wasn't ready yet to start crossing over the graves. Soon - just not yet. "Hey! You looking for someone?" She called out and stood up from her leaning position. No more tears. Simple, friendly conversation was what she needed.
Mac resisted the urge to jump when he heard someone speak. Luckily he had enough sense to stop himself and instead turned around with a grin on his face. "Nope," he said. "I just went for a walk and sort of... ended up here." You sound like an idiot. Well, that was okay. Malcolm had heard from several reliable sources that he always sounded like an idiot.
There was something about the girl that seemed oddly familiar. It took him a moment to place it. "You wouldn't happen to work in the Hospital, would you?" he asked. He had gone on several adventures when he had been among those insisting on accompanying Dunny to the hospital, and as such recognized some of the people that worked there. Vaguely unless they were one of the Welcome Witches, whom he had flirted with constantly, but that was beside the point.
He couldn't help but wonder why she was there, but figured that he might as well figure out who she was before bothering him. He guessed that she was actually visiting someone, unlike him, who was just there because he was a jack-ass who had nothing better to do.
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What kind of person came to the sole cemetery of such a bustling town unintentionally? There were the creepers that enjoyed wandering the graves. There were the mourners, like herself, who searched for any signs of their loved ones among the headstones. And then there were the people looking for an adventure. Eliza wasn't sure of her opinion on the ones who were simply looking for an adventure. A cemetery should be sacred, not something to be excited over.
There was nothing exciting about dead people.
Pushing herself up off the tree, Izzy made her way through the closest aisles of tomb stones and approached the taller man. He certainly looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. "Yes I do. I'm a potions and plant poisoning healer." She stated rather proudly of her profession, "You don't work there I don't think ... unless our paths have simply never crossed."
She began going through her mental images of the other healers at the hospital, he wasn't James or Roy and she knew all the healers down in the Artifacts division, "Mind me asking what's your name is?" She questioned after coming to the conclusion that he must of been a recurring patient. There were a lot of those, people who made the same mistakes over and over and over again.