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Force of Will [OPEN] Sept 6, 2014 0:10:14 GMT Anna likes this

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Post by Blaze Voltolini on Sept 6, 2014 0:10:14 GMT

Blaze stared at the clock, watching it tick by ever so slowly. Why did he have to make a promise to his father? Why oh why did he torture himself this way. The clock was moving far too slowly. He needed it to speed up. He closed his eyes and believed that the clock would move faster, but when he opened his eyes he huffed. "This force of will magic is crap. Nothing happened!" He cried out in a hushed tone. He was in the library after all.

Clearly, the poor boy still didn't understand that even force of will can't make time speed up. But it was worth a try. He slammed his head into the book that lay in front of him. He promised his father he would go to the library after class to study. He was to keep his pretty druid behind in the chair until seven o'clock. It was currently six. He was dying.

Blaze opened his eyes and sighed as he looked down at the words that spread across the page his face was currently planted on. "Well, this sucks." Guess he would actually have to try. He sat up and flipped the page and glanced over it before something caught his eye. "Mountain ash." He muttered softly as he flipped the page once more. He had heard his parents talking about this particular substance a while ago, however this was long before his best friend became a werewolf and he would actually have to attempt to remain interested in his family's lineage.

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Force of Will [OPEN] Sept 6, 2014 5:13:48 GMT Anna likes this

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"A fairy, really?" Eve gave a soft snort as the cool grey eyes scanned over the words of her book. Red hair was brushed back into a ponytail, staying well out of her way as the student picked up a few more books, all mythical of course. "Stupid English teacher. Does she really want to read a five page essay on a random creature?" The red head grumbled and groaned about it as she moved about the library, picking up a few books here and there that might help her with writing this silly paper. Though honestly it gave her an excuse to look up something she had been wanting to, but was afraid to look into.

"Banshees..." All arrows pointed here after all. What else kind of creature felt the urge to scream bloody murder at dead or dying people? Not that Evelynn was 100% on the matter either. But the soft murmur of voices seemed excited over the books that she had picked up. She could, of course, tone them down. That was something she had learned far too late in her humble opinion, but there wasn't a 101 book for making dead people shut up.

Layering the books on top of a table she took a seat, still amused by the first thing she had seen about Banshees. They were labeled as fairies. Though only to some people, others thought they were more like ghosts. Still, fairies? Was she gonna grow wings and pointy ears and start fluttering about? Though the wings would be pretty awesome to be honest. And the other funny thing? Banshees used to be highly sought after, as a messenger or a person to warn the family of death within the family before letters could even be sent out. "What a way to let you know grandma died..." Eve could easily remember what her screams sounded like, and the pain it caused to people nearby sometimes. It wasn't a pleasant way to forward unpleasant news.

Despite the inner commentary her pencil scratched away at the paper, diligently working on taking notes and jotting down important information and where she found it. It was an essay after all, and one she would rather get done sooner rather than later. Her concentration was broken a few times, apparently someone else in the library wasn't too happy about being in such a place. Every now and again Evelynn would watch the boy in amusement. His eyes seemed to be begging the clock to tick time by faster for him, and when he looked back there was irritation. Though the poor girl could only keep so quiet, after she over heard a comment about something sucking she let out a small laugh. It was funny! He looked so frustrated and down right bored sitting at the table.

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Force of Will [OPEN] Sept 6, 2014 14:38:45 GMT

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Post by Blaze Voltolini on Sept 6, 2014 14:38:45 GMT

Blaze stared intently at the book he had started to read. This had caught his interest. He wasn't sure if it was due to the fact that he truly had motivation to learn this stuff, or if it was his own heritage finally catching up to him. He didn't know, nor did he truly care. He flipped the page once more and sighed, "Nemeton." He knew what that was and where it was. That tree scared him. He ran his fingers over the image that the book provided. Sure, it was a sacred place to his people, but it was also an evil one. He had heard plenty of stories of people being sacrificed to said tree. That is what frightened him. He never wanted to resort to such dark magic. But he knew that if he had to, he would.

Blaze's concentration was shattered when he heard a soft laugh nearby. He glanced around the room until his gaze landed on a redhead. He glanced to the clock again: 6:30. He sighed once more. His father would be here to pick him up in a half hour. Blaze slammed the book shut and shoved it in his bag before walking over to the girl and pulling a chair out. He turned the chair around and dropped his bag to the ground. He quickly straddled the chair and rested his chest against the backrest. He reached over and snatched the book from her and grinned, "Banshees. Nasty creatures. They scream upon finding the dead or the dying." He flipped the page and tilted his head ever so slightly, "The fact that they can hear the voices of the dead make them almost a messenger of the dead. However, it's their ability to hear the dead's final moments that make them truly something to behold. Imagine hearing the voices of the people that were murdered in an alley. You could hear their final words, their final breath. It's empowering, however, not one of the best mythical creatures to hope to be. Imagine the soar throats."

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Force of Will [OPEN] Sept 6, 2014 16:34:31 GMT

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Shock shot through Evelynn when the boy she was laughing at no longer seemed to be sitting at the table. Her eyes scanned the library, wondering if it was something she was seeing. It wouldn't be the first time she had laughed at a ghost. And sometimes that ended fine and other times much, much worse. However today it seemed not to be either of the cases, as the boy sat down next to her. To steal her book.

She flashed the boy an irritated look before taking in the words he had started to read. Yup, there it went, the last of her hold that she was something different. What else would explain the voices? Her fascination with death and the odd way she kept finding dead or dieing people? Nimble fingers snatched the book up, eyeing the paragraph the other had read, just to make sure. "Sore throat? Imagine the headache. It's not like the dead sleep so they would always be talking."

So banshee she was. Guess this little paper was better than she had first started to think it was. However, what the heck was she supposed to do? Just scream at dead people? Sure the talking to the dead was interesting, but it isn't like anyone would believe her. Oh yeah, she was murdered by this guy! How do I know? Well she is kinda sticking about to whisper in my ear what happened to her so I have first hand knowledge! What? a straight jacket and a nice padded room? But the voices would get so irritated with the lack of movement. Evelynn snickered softly before turning her attention back to the real world. "Besides that, I don't honestly think the scream would come from the throat. No other throat can make that kind of a sound, might exit the mouth but I think it somehow is created in another part of the banshee. Because there is a scream and then there is the scream and they are very different."

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Post by Blaze Voltolini on Sept 6, 2014 18:38:30 GMT

Blaze listened to the girl before he tapped his temple lightly. "You are thinking too broad when it comes to the 'talk to the dead' situation. Sure, they can hear the voices of the dead, however, that doesn't mean they can have full blown conversations with a ghost or a spirit. Think of it more like they can listen to a recording of a memory long since forgotten." He glanced back to the clock, he started to realize that perhaps he did know what he needed to help and guide people. He knew a bit more information about banshees than this girl's book could provide.

"The major question is why can banshees seek out the dead or the dying? Is it so that they can help them? Or perhaps its so the dead have one last chance at someone actually listening to them. Listen to their cries, to their pleas of help. Or perhaps it's more at the root of the banshee's nature. The urge to scream and wail and cry for those that have moved on, leaving their loved ones behind." He glanced back at the girl and smiled, "Who truly knows. Banshees aren't as well known as say werewolves or vampires, but they are just as important in some cultures."

Blaze leaned against the backrest of the chair again and crossed his arms atop it. "If you are researching banshees, you will need more material than what this library can offer. And I can promise you, it offers very little in the true knowledge of mythical creatures, like the banshee." He grinned once more, "I'm Blaze. Blaze Voltolini. Who might you be?"

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NOTES: I'm good. You? Plus - trying to subtly tell you she can't talk with the dead. She can only hear them in their final moments. Like if there was a murder in a hotel room and she was in that room, she could hear the last words and the last sounds that the people made before the death occurs. So far, that is all that has been revealed about the Banshee's power in the series. Granted, I'm not done with it yet. I have part 2 of season 3 to finish. The voices aren't always there.

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