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Post by Chantelle Norfleet on Jun 24, 2015 20:48:17 GMT -5
Chantelle usually was an incredibly chill person to be around with, a very nice person, quirky... But she can be less than pleasant when shit hits the fan. This was one of those unfortunate cases, where the Academy's most okay-ish and playful person got really pissed. Of course there's only a few that could be obtained by this, one of them was to pick a fight on a young and innocent first-year, which was happening now with one of her own Fuego peers.
Poor little first-year actually was shaking when her fellow seventh-year was pointing his wand at the small figure. She immediately thought of one thing, something that thankfully only flashed briefly in her mind. The murder that happened right before her eyes. The gun and the defenseless woman she had called mother, almost replaying in this exact same moment where instead of a gun, it was a wand pointed dangerously to the small heap.
But this time, Chantelle wanted to make it. To do what she hadn't had before, to fix her mistake, her failure to take the shot for herself and protect the victim...
"PROTEGO!"
She made it, she finally made it. But it didn't give her enough closure... Rage filled her insides as she stormed nearer to the seventh year, "Hey! What did that kid ever do to you?!" And she shot him a jinx, to which almost stung off the wand off of the bully. It was wordless but it was an invitation to duel. The kid already ran off, who'd ever want to be in the crossfire of seventh years dueling? Yeah, not that kid.
It was a flurry of spell exchanging, the guy wasn't too shabby of a dueler, chuckling at the fact Chantelle's spells were all blocked by him. But she was smiling at him, "Why are you smiling?" the guy had asked her, to which Chantelle looked smug, and her spells were now unavoidable and could only be dodged physically, which was getting dangerous for the other guy.
"Because I know something you don't know," was Chantelle's simple answer.
"And what is that?"
"I... am not left-handed," Chantelle smirked, and with that, she switched her hand to her other side and started to dueling more comfortably, and with just a few simple flicks of her wand, she had blasted him off from where he was ten feet in the air and hitting a tree, immediately falling somewhat unconscious, not really. Chantelle immediately put her want away, not knowing someone had probably spotted their small duel... If it could even be called that.
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jun 24, 2015 21:11:51 GMT -5
Out of nowhere, it seemed, Emyr had found exactly the kind of person who he needed. He could vaguely recall someone pointing her out, saying that she was relaxed, easygoing. The implication had been boring, but clearly that wasn't true. Here was someone who had studied duelling to death, and he definitely needed someone that knew every little way to disarm and defeat an opponent. And, as an added bonus, there was no way that either of the supreme dickheads at this school would ever think to ask a girl for help with- well, anything. Emyr didn't have the luxury of being able to pick and choose if he wanted to go from nothing to a certified badass in no time at all. At least where magic was concern, that was.
Emyr rolled his shoulders, before cautiously approaching the girl. He decided to act exactly as if he was approaching an infamous duellist (which he sort of was) and stopped a respectful distance from you. "Uh, hi. I'm Emyr. New here. Bit of a strange thing to ask, but have you ever considered teaching people to duel? That was- pardon my French- fucking impressive." Not his smoothest, but he was rather in awe of her abilities. That was who he needed to become, if he wanted to be safe. Screw all the rest of this stuff, that was what he had come to learn.
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Post by Chantelle Norfleet on Jun 24, 2015 21:56:45 GMT -5
Chantelle turned in time to see the guy within a respectable distance to her personal space. Well, Chantelle didn't really have personal space. 'Free hugs for everyone' was the kind of personal space she had. Chantelle had long been calm after just leaving the poor soul of a person knocked out in the tree. She wasn't nice enough to help the asshole, despite being a particularly nice person. There was a reason why she isn't the nicest, after all.
She looked oddly at the guy, "No, I don't think I ever considered teaching people how to duel," she honestly said. Well, for the most part the reason was because no one really wanted to learn from a girl like her. "Well thanks," she smiled at him with friendliness. "That's actually a first," she told him, walking a little bit nearer because she liked to be near to a person when they were talking, weird preference. "Not really impressive, he's just bad at dueling," Chantelle added, shrugging. She held her hand out for him to shake, "Chantelle Norfleet. Call me Chan, Channy, Tella, Telle, Belle, heck, whatever you want. And you are?" if there was something she was at the school, it was going to be the number one chillest person. She was nothing like the person that was dueling just earlier, heck by the end of the day when the guy awakens, Chantelle would have forgave the dude.
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jun 25, 2015 21:06:27 GMT -5
"More the pity, from everything I've heard," he paused, nodding at the tree, "and seen, you would make quite a good teacher. Regardless of that sap's lack of skill." She closed the distance between them, and Emyr relaxed a little. She wasn't showing any signs of aggression, and, being a duellist, getting close to someone wasn't the best choice. His hard-won survival instincts probably weren't going to lend him any favours at the school, but they weren't going to go away instantaneously, either. He'd have to just deal with them, and try not to weird anyone out.
Emyr shook her hand, and his head at the possible variants of her name. "I guess they get Belle from the rhyming names. But Channy? That's almost cruel." His name didn't really lend itself to being turned into a nickname, mostly people just called him by his name. "Emyr Sayer. Sixth year, but not quite at an appropriate skill level."
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Post by Chantelle Norfleet on Jun 25, 2015 22:54:53 GMT -5
"Hah, me a teacher?" she shook her head, shaking his hand firmly. "I understand people lacking in skill, but why would they ever approach me? And as far as you know, you didn't see anything," she pointed to the poor sap who was still unconscious. Chantelle looked at him, she didn't really think that she would be a good teacher anyways. It was an odd question too, but she didn't piece out yet that he was asking her to teach him, because that seemed so far-fetched.
Chantelle shrugged, "Channy is okay, I don't mind it, it's just a name. And as it stands and what the muggle say, 'What's in a name?' quite stupid to quote but..." she shrugged, looking at the odd guy. "Nice to meet you Emyr, I'm sure you're just underestimating yourself," Chantelle assured. Yeah, she was nice for the most part, and definitely chill with people. People of another house isn't any problem for her unlike some other students she knew.
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jul 6, 2015 23:41:02 GMT -5
"I don't think it's quite as ridiculous as you make it out to be. I mean, clearly you've got some level of skill, why not use it to your advantage? In more than just sending assholes flying, that is." She seemed strangely reluctant about the whole thing, and he couldn't quite place why that might be. She obviously had skill, and she knew that, so why would she not want to use that? There didn't seem to be any element of wanting to prevent him from rivalling her, not that he had any hope of managing that outside of years of training that he just didn't have.
"There really is a lot in a name. I mean, we create things by just speaking and waving a stick. How could we not think that words are powerful, and surely there are few as powerful as the ones that encompass an entire person." Maybe he shouldn't have responded quite so enthusiastically to what was really an offhand comment. But really, names were important things. "You have no idea. I might have, um, skipped a couple of years of school. And not in the smart way, either."
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Post by Chantelle Norfleet on Jul 7, 2015 1:56:27 GMT -5
Chantelle looked at Emyr, "I'm not really that good, he was just bad. Besides, I'm a woman, I have men to protect me, because that's their job, and if they're not going to be there when I need them, well I'm dead," Chantelle really didn't believe that idea, but it was what it was expected of her in this time after all. She mostly was concerned, why does this guy want to learn from someone like her? First, it means he might want to hurt someone, which wasn't chill with her. Second, it was suspicious because despite witnessing first hand her abilities, no guy in their right mind would ask a girl to teach them how to fight. It was like... social suicide, degrading to the male ego no less.
She looked at him, unable to process his offhand comment, looking at him looking as if she did understand what he said, but she didn't respond to his statement. "Well unfortunately for you, I'm not really a smart cookie either," she shrugged. Chantelle wasn't the dumbest, but she was just really not the kind to sit still and pay attention in class as she watched the prefect in their year make lovey-eyes at their Potions teacher. "I mean, are you really sure me teaching would benefit me? I don't know, it seems kind of pointless and rather harming to the male population of the school if a girl is teaching people how to duel. I mean, sure Professor Auttenberg is pretty cool, but she's German and she's pretty. Nobody would mind that," Chantelle said. Sure it seemed like she was putting herself down there a bit, but it was the truth.
"I mean, if it was only like a small group of one to four, I might consider it... But teaching more than that? I don't know, my head would be the next target for the guys," she said as she hid her wand and ran a hand through her brown locks. She didn't know how hopeless Emyr was, how poor his soul was and how bad he wanted to learn how to duel because of the two biggest American bigots in Cascade Academy and how possibly she was his only hope.
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jul 13, 2015 20:15:12 GMT -5
"You're dead. If you don't have men to protect you, you're dead." Flat disbelief was written all over Emyr's face. He pointed at the guy in the tree and tried to emphasise the point of how easily he had been defeated. "He's a seventh year! He will be a 'man' very soon! And you pretty much huffed, puffed, and blew him away!" How could she possibly think that morons like that- unfortunately common- could possibly do more for her than just get in her way during a fight? How was this even a point up for debate? She was brilliant, and he needed at least brilliant to make up for his absolute travesty of skill-lessness.
"Fuck the male population of the school, what are they gonna do, ask you to stop? Like their pride would let them. As far as I can tell, you may well be the best duellist in the school, they can't exactly make you." How could she give two damns about a bunch of pubescent males who couldn't lay a finger on her with her consent. His money would be on her sleeping versus them awake. No competition, not even slightly fair to the poor morons who might give it a try.
He could deal with a couple of others learning too, but he was almost desperate to actually learn half the stuff that he had convinced himself she could do. "Small group works. I mean, if you do decide to do it, I would be very, very eager to be a part of it. Though I can't really offer much in the way of cash."
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Post by Chantelle Norfleet on Jul 13, 2015 20:53:44 GMT -5
Chantelle merely made an 'I-dont-know' expression as he pointed to the poor soul. "He looked too impaired to duel with anyone," she told him simply. Technically Chantelle flicked, tipped, and flew him away, not the three little piggy version. Plus, the person she had dueled probably didn't even look close to 90 kilograms, so there was that. Honestly, Chantelle didn't know how to deal with someone who is not currently treating her as if she was the best thing since... well perfectly inched by hand sliced bread. Of course, she was very modest about her dueling skills, and she should be a saint for not showing it off.
"They can ask me to stop, I'll stop. I'm sure that will make me," she mused at Emyr. Chantelle noticed he seemed fired up with her lack of pride concerning her abilities. She didn't exactly know how much he really wanted her set of skills in dueling, but she appreciated his somewhat compliment. But she was sure there were others better than her, like Samuel or James. They seem capable, but then again, they were assholes.
"I mean, if you're planning on inviting some friends, that's okay. But if you're not, well... I'm also fine with teaching you alone," If there was a profession she didn't consider it would have to be teaching. She probably didn't think about it because she didn't like most of her teachers. Besides, studying was too much work, and that's the only thing teachers do. Teach what they studied. Yeah, she might be a very good dueler, but she wasn't too keen on doing a lot of work. But hey, she's passing with okay grades.
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jul 16, 2015 19:31:41 GMT -5
Emyr did not have anything else he could say to try and convince her to own her abilities, but she also seemed likely to relent on her 'no teaching' stance. As long as that happened, he could deal with the excessive modesty. Of course he understood that there were all kinds of reasons for her to not want to boast, but none of them were good reasons, so he felt justified in his exclamations. "More fool the both of you then. No one benefits from losing a source of great skill in any field, whoever they are." Why would you ever settle for learning from a mediocre man, when there was an unparalleled woman to learn from?
"Friends aren't something I have in abundance. I'm too much of an ass." He had Annabel, and maybe one or two of his roommates if something were to occur there, but beyond that he had made little to no headway. Oh, and Cordelia of course- she was half the reason he was trying to learn how to duel after the mess her predator had inflicted on him. He hadn't spoken to her since, and he was getting gradually more concerned about her welfare, given everything that was going on. "Cool. Awesome. Shit, I've totally pressured you into this, but I really, really need to learn."
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