RP: Should we believe the things that we see?
Date: June 1, 2003
Character(s): Marietta Edgecombe and Cedric Diggory
Location: starting at the Annwn Square?
Summary: Marietta follows a lead to a crime, and winds up unexpectedly in Annwn instead.
When one had a virtually nonexistent social life to speak of, one often would end up pouring everything into their work. Such was how one Marietta Edgecombe found herself wandering down several lonely paths in the middle of the night. Any other sane person would probably be asleep, safely and warmly tucked in their bed. Not Marietta. Tonight, she had a lead to follow, and she was going to follow it to whatever ends. Thus far, that "whatever ends" consisted of what is probably a very picturesque landscape in the morning hours. Marietta might have even found it quite pretty if she was able to enjoy such scenery. Yet unlike most, her mind, long-conditioned to be discerning and analytical, could only focus on its isolated nature, and how such isolation often brewed crimes more heinous than the ones committed in the dark alleys of London.
Why didn't I take that left path as I had initially wanted? she thought bitterly to herself as she trudged on. For a reason she was still unable to explain, Marietta instead found herself taking the right path instead. Gut instinct, perhaps? An inkling, as her mother would term it? Whatever it was that spurred her to take the path she had taken, it had gotten her lost. Muscles tensed and wand drawn out at the ready, Marietta pressed on. The grass crunched underfoot as the young Auror made her way through the dense plumes of fog that hovered like wayward spirits. She shivered in the chilly night air, finally accepting the fact that she was now truly lost. Crumpling the slip of paper she had been holding into her jacket pocket, she darted a glance to and fro, feeling oddly calm. Everything could be solved in a logical manner, after all, and she had been through worse pickles. She can handle this, and everything will be alright.
Walking down one of the many cobblestone paths, Marietta found herself entering what appeared to be a vineyard, and just ahead she could spot the tops of a patch of threes. Perhaps an orchard? mused the auror, minding her steps over the cobblestones. "Hello?" she managed quietly, pulling her jacket closer to herself. "Can anyone hear me?"
Two rights and a left later, Marietta was still in pretty much the same predicament. There was an odd sort of tranquility to be felt here, and Marietta felt that she could have almost forgotten the task at hand if she had allowed herself to do so. Almost. The silence was almost deafening by then, and she could definitely use some light. "Lumos." It was by some unfortunate luck that Marietta should turn with her lit wand toward a large granite statue of a satyr. Under normal circumstances, she would have taken it rather well. Yet to be suddenly be face to face with it in the dark caused the poor girl to flee out of fright. At one point during her hasty retreat, she managed to lose her footing and fall, her head colliding with the hard rim of a fountain. Marietta felt a brief, sharp pain on her right temple, and something warm trickling down the side of her face. Then everything faded to black.
Character(s): Marietta Edgecombe and Cedric Diggory
Location: starting at the Annwn Square?
Summary: Marietta follows a lead to a crime, and winds up unexpectedly in Annwn instead.
When one had a virtually nonexistent social life to speak of, one often would end up pouring everything into their work. Such was how one Marietta Edgecombe found herself wandering down several lonely paths in the middle of the night. Any other sane person would probably be asleep, safely and warmly tucked in their bed. Not Marietta. Tonight, she had a lead to follow, and she was going to follow it to whatever ends. Thus far, that "whatever ends" consisted of what is probably a very picturesque landscape in the morning hours. Marietta might have even found it quite pretty if she was able to enjoy such scenery. Yet unlike most, her mind, long-conditioned to be discerning and analytical, could only focus on its isolated nature, and how such isolation often brewed crimes more heinous than the ones committed in the dark alleys of London.
Why didn't I take that left path as I had initially wanted? she thought bitterly to herself as she trudged on. For a reason she was still unable to explain, Marietta instead found herself taking the right path instead. Gut instinct, perhaps? An inkling, as her mother would term it? Whatever it was that spurred her to take the path she had taken, it had gotten her lost. Muscles tensed and wand drawn out at the ready, Marietta pressed on. The grass crunched underfoot as the young Auror made her way through the dense plumes of fog that hovered like wayward spirits. She shivered in the chilly night air, finally accepting the fact that she was now truly lost. Crumpling the slip of paper she had been holding into her jacket pocket, she darted a glance to and fro, feeling oddly calm. Everything could be solved in a logical manner, after all, and she had been through worse pickles. She can handle this, and everything will be alright.
Walking down one of the many cobblestone paths, Marietta found herself entering what appeared to be a vineyard, and just ahead she could spot the tops of a patch of threes. Perhaps an orchard? mused the auror, minding her steps over the cobblestones. "Hello?" she managed quietly, pulling her jacket closer to herself. "Can anyone hear me?"
Two rights and a left later, Marietta was still in pretty much the same predicament. There was an odd sort of tranquility to be felt here, and Marietta felt that she could have almost forgotten the task at hand if she had allowed herself to do so. Almost. The silence was almost deafening by then, and she could definitely use some light. "Lumos." It was by some unfortunate luck that Marietta should turn with her lit wand toward a large granite statue of a satyr. Under normal circumstances, she would have taken it rather well. Yet to be suddenly be face to face with it in the dark caused the poor girl to flee out of fright. At one point during her hasty retreat, she managed to lose her footing and fall, her head colliding with the hard rim of a fountain. Marietta felt a brief, sharp pain on her right temple, and something warm trickling down the side of her face. Then everything faded to black.