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 Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 3:05 am
 This is Cyril Lucious Aeing and Karmatic pudding's room, where their journal is kept. Please respect their privacy and don't post here without permission
Guardian: Karmatic pudding
DoE: December 12, 2006
Gender: male
Height: 1,7 ft
Personality: unknown
Likes: unknown
Dislikes: unknown
Special Abilities: unknown
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 3:16 am
Main Ingredient(s): Jack-o-lantern and corpse
Original Spell: The ability to hide any single thing from any single being or a single gathering of beings with a cloak of transparent light (You can see through the cloak, but instead of seeing what is under the cloak, you see what is on the other side of it)
What went wrong: The spell had been taught in a school for magical beings, however the student who preformed it at his house was not aware of the specifics of the spell. When the incantation for the spell had been said, the boy used a blanket term which referred to hiding both the corpse, and his guilt, and he also used a lit jack-o-lantern instead of an extinguished one. After the spell had been completed, his guilt had been hidden, and any spirits that had been called by the jack-o-lantern’s light had been trapped inside the corpse (A lit jack-o-lantern is supposed to have been used by spirits as a guide to their final resting place)
Full Story:
I didn’t mean to do it. Really! I mean… Who would want to accidentally create a new problem when they already have a dead body on their hands? Yates stopped writing, sighing as he pushed his trembling fingers through his blonde hair, trying to calm himself. He flipped the paper over and quickly scrawled something on the back, then continued where he had left off before on the first side. Okay, I guess I should start from the beginning. But not the very beginning or anything, just the beginning, well, middle of class. Because that’s when it began… Sort of.
I had just been sitting in class as per usual on a Tuesday afternoon. Normally I would have been in History class instead of Spells, but the schedule was screwed up because of some sort of inter-galactic thing-a-ma-bobber that caused all the teachers on the planet to disappear for a day. Anyway, so we were learning about spells that did not defend, nor attack anyone. That is to say, we were learning the easiest, stupidest, most useless spells in the universe. So I’ll be honest with you, I didn’t pay attention, at least not full attention. (Mr. Cray likes to make you repeat what he just said, and then resign you to copying definitions out of the Latin dictionary if you get it wrong.) I mean, what use could a spell that made a squishy green ball have? Or one that made an invisible cloak? I mean, hell, that’d be downright awesome, but what purpose could it serve other than making you loose something? On account of the fact that I wasn’t really paying attention in class, and because I had left my textbook in my locker at the other end of the school, only a few steps of the spells actually managed to go into my head and stay there. I suppose that’s why adults are always telling you to pay attention in class.
The final bell rang just a few seconds after Mr. Cray had finished explaining the purpose of the green ball spell. (I can’t even remember what it was actually called.) Normally there would have been one more class, but because it was Halloween, the class had been penned in on Wednesday. I packed up my books, and managed to avoid three fights with The Brooms, the toughest gang in the school –which is strange, actually, because their name could not be more lame. Because it was a Tuesday my brother had no university courses, which meant that I got free reign of his car. (It is the most awesome ride ever. Seriously. It goes from zero to two hundred in six bloody seconds.) I jumped into the car, and that was when the trouble started.
Remember how I said that I had avoided The Brooms? Well, turns out I had done so because they were all headed towards my ride –not good. I won’t lie and say that I was the saint of the school, in fact, I had a pretty lengthy record, but none of that really explained why The Brooms were after me. There really was no reason for them to have any business whatsoever with me four days ago. But last Saturday I somehow managed to sum up the courage to ask Cecilia out on a date, and she accepted. Little did I know until yesterday that Cecilia was the girlfriend of the leader of The Brooms. That made asking her out a BAD THING. That was also why they were at my car, punching the life out of me.
Now, I may not be the most attentive student in most classes, however Spells is usually an exception. Most of the time we learn useful spells, ones that can defend or attack –ones that actually serve a purpose- and when we learn those spells, you had better believe that I’m wide-eyed and bushy tailed, soaking in the knowledge. Those are the only things that relate to magic that are important to me; having spells that will protect me, and having spells that will hurt those trying to hurt me. (I practice them as much as I can, and I have finally gotten to the point where I didn’t need a wand to perform them!) Which is why I immediately threw a powerful fire spell at the guy trying to punch my face in.
Suddenly, the pain stopped, and I could see more than just a pile of bulky, angry kids beating me up. I could see that there was no one in sight (Which was not that uncommon in the parking lot. It’s almost always empty because most kids fly home.) except for the guy I had chucked the spell at. He was lying on the pavement, charred black and still. It was then that I found out that using a spell and controlling it’s strength were two entirely different things. It turns out the latter was much, much harder. As I approached the guy, I quickly realized that he wasn’t asleep, nor knocked out. He was dead.
I think the only thing that was running through my head as I drove home was a long string of extremely colourful words that even a hardened criminal would blush at. Not only had I accidentally killed a guy, I was dragging him home in my brother’s car. I had decided to bring the guy as I didn’t really have any other choice. I couldn’t just leave him there, and I couldn’t just report it either. If I did I would be in serious trouble. I had no doubt that the rest of The Brooms were telling the cops what I had done, and that meant that in a very short time I would have to deal with the police.
As I rushed into the house as quickly as I could, I barely managed to pull the body in without anyone on the block noticing what, or who, I was hauling in. I directed myself up the stairs and into the solitude of my room. (Thank god mom cleaned it otherwise I don’t think the body would have fit.) It was then that I had to think on my toes. How was I supposed to hide the freaking body! I must have lost at least a couple of pounds as I was pacing around the room, but it apparently worked as something I never thought I would do jumped to mind –the invisible cloak spell. I couldn’t exactly remember the specifics, in fact, now that I think about it I’m not sure how close I actually was to the spell, but I did my best.
I lit the jack-o-lantern that was perched on my window (It was Halloween after all, so it wasn’t that uncommon.) and carefully balanced it on the corpse. (Only now have I realized that I needed a candle, not just any means of light.) I quickly collected chalk and some other things and set up the spell. The incantation was simple enough, I just had to fill in a few blanks. I didn’t have a lot of time to think the words through though. I could hear a siren outside and I knew why it was coming here. So I quickly blurted out the first thing that came to mind:
“I call upon the power of light,
Twist and turn in this night,
To hide the fact that I killed this man
From the avengers coming near.”
I was actually pretty surprised that I had managed to make it rhyme as I didn’t think that I could with anything as impromptu as that. Of course, then the spell had to go and ruin my small glimmer of hope and pride.
Then there was a light, and I mean a really big and bright light. It was so massive it filled the whole room! I figured that was supposed to happen, so I rushed to the window only to realize that the sirens had died down and the police were walking towards the front door. I was, not surprisingly, getting more and more nervous, so I turned around to see if the spell had worked. Well, in retrospect, I suppose it had. The only thing was, it didn’t work how Mr. Cray said it would work.
The last thing I remember of that night was falling to the floor, unconscious after seeing some pseudo-baby sitting on the ground. (I would like to say right now that I did not faint. I just, got knocked out without any physical force, that’s all.)
The next morning however, I remember waking up on a cold tile floor with naught but a shaggy blanket to keep me warm. I also remember being told that I had been placed under arrest last night when I had fainted (After which I hastily pointed out that I had been knocked out without any physical force. The officer stared at me like a madman and said, “Righto kid.”) that I would have to write either a full account of what I did yesterday and that my kid-thing better not be illegal. I asked the cop what kid he was referring to as I had no younger siblings or any children. The man swiftly pointed towards a small baby with limbs akin to bones, orange hair covered in wrappings, and a jack-o-lantern for a belly. I was once again knocked out without any physical force.
So now I sit here, finished my confession, with a strange kid sitting on my lap trying to eat my jacket. I have to tell the officer that I’m finished. Now he’s looking over my shoulder to see what I wrote, I thi- no, he wants me to stop writing down what he’s doing. I have to explain to him that I have to write a full confession, and that it wouldn’t be full if-
The last ‘f’ was dragged out across the page as the paper was torn away from the teen. Yates held back a laugh as the officer stomped out of the room muttering something about “stupid kids these days.”
After reviewing his confession, talking on the phone, and chatting with each other, several police officers came back into the room with Yates and the baby sitting gleefully on his shoulders. “Mr. Aeing?” The teen waved slightly so that the child –named ‘kid’ in the cops’ absence- would not fall. It seemed that now that first impressions were over and done with, the two got along pretty well. “You will have to come with us.” Yates prepared to stand when an officer held him back, “Leave the infant.” He pouted, but obeyed. Carefully pulling Kid off of his shoulders, Yates gave the baby a soft noogie, and handed him off to another cop. That was the last time that Kid ever saw Mr. Yates Aeing, and the last time that Mr. Yates Aeing saw anything except steel bars.
However, because of a certain message that Yates wrote on the back of his confession –something along the lines of “I hereby give all of my belongings to my younger sister, Vivian Aeing.” Vivian, a seventeen and a half year-old high school student was stuck with Kid. Following in her brother’s footsteps, Vivian was ‘knocked unconscious without any physical force’ right into the police officer’s hand, inadvertently shaking their hands, and accepting responsibility of ‘Kid’.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:31 am
 Hello, and welcome to Cyril and Vivian's room. I have never really been that good at introductions, or welcomes, so I will just let you on your way and hope that you don't tip the plant in the corner, or open the bathroom cabinet.
1. MM official post .1
2. Maggie’s post .2
3. Welcome and Table of Contents .3
4. Rules .4
5. News/Announcements .5
6. RP list .6
7. House .7
8. Cyril Bio .8
9. Vivian Bio .9
10. Friends and Foes .10
11. Photo Album .11
12. Posessions .12
13. Credits .13
14. Links .14
15. Prompt .15
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:30 pm
 Hey there! I'm glad you're here and all, but there are some things that you should know:
1. NEVER ask to buy Cyril you will be blacklisted in the shop, stuck on my ignored list, and eaten alive by Alfred's angry snake spirit.
2. I don't mind if you post, so long as you have PMed me BEFOREHAND and recieved PERMISSION. I would rather not have characters neither I nor Cyril know, romping about thier room. It would be REALLY wierd.
3. The people who are exempt from rule number two are:
- The MM lurkers, owners, and staff
4. When you do post, please post IC (In Character) and keep all OOC (Out Of Character) talk in double brackets, (()) or fancy brackets, {} [].This makes it so much easier for anyone trying to read your post, as it is quite easy to mix up OOC chatter and IC RP if they are not clearly sectioned.
5. When you post, please speak normally! That means no l337 5p3al<, AlTeRnAtInG CaPs, cht spk, or other horrible grammar. A few spelling or grammar errors are understandable, it happens to us all and I know that not everyone is a grammar nazi or speaks English as their first language. I'm okay with that, but please, try your best to make your posts as legibel as possible.
6. This is my journal, so please respect the fact that I am allowed to change these rules, or anything else in this journal at any time and without any warning.
If you follow all of these rules, then I'm sure that we will be able to live happily ever after, without me having to sick Alfred's ghost on you. <3
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:40 pm
 Here is a log of anything significant that has occurred in Cyril's life. These will all be recorded in the RP list with links, pages, post numbers and a synopsis.
December 11, 2006: I won Cyril! <3 I swear, I never thought that I would actually win in a flatsale, but, low and behold, my little corpse-o-lantern wonder is here with me now! >< <333
December 12, 2006: I have my journal, I’m setting up, I’ve received the key, yet Vivian is hopelessly lost. xD; (Note to self, grab an intro RP with Maggie/Jabir/Birvan. <3)
December 12-__, 2006: Armand, Valerie, Vivian and Cyril meet by the fountain! Cyril discovers how much he likes shiny things… Like doorknobs and water.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:15 pm
 The RP list is, simply a list of all of the RPs that Cyril has been involved in. Whether they are in the MM forum or not makes no difference. Each item will have a link, (Unless it is in this journal) the number of the page it was on, the number of the post it was in, and a short synopsis of what happened.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 7:33 pm
 Here is a description and illustration of what Cyril and Vivian's abode looks like. Both the discription and the pictures will be coming, soon, so please bear with me as I am trying my hardest to get everything finished as quickly as possible.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 8:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 2:43 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:19 am
 Thumbnail pictures will be coming soon, but until then, a simple name will have to suffice.
*Cyril's thoughts and opinions
*Vivian's thoughts and opinions
Undecided:
Valerie: (RP in progress; thoughts and opinions have yet to come.)
Armand: (RP in progress; thoughts and opinions have yet to come.)
Friends:
Enemies:
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:43 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:34 pm
 I would like to make it known that while the banner does say "Prompt" this will actually be used as a "Thank you for all the fish" sort-of post. <3 (While you can reach my prompt in my latest journal entry. >.o)
I would like to extend my gratitude, first of all, to Birvan and the rest of the MM staff. Without you guys, the Magical Mishaps shop would never have opened, and many people probably wouldn't have met, and months of wonderful insanity would not have ensued. So, thank you, for spurring on many enjoyable moments, and even more friends. <3
Thank you to everyone who has ever talked to me in the main thread. When I first came to Magical Mishaps, I didn't actually post until the Halloween '05 flatsale and contest. This was because I was horribly nervous that I would do something silly, or not fit in. It was because of you people that spoke to me that I felt welcomed into the MM community. The fact that the conversations were amusing, and the people, kind, urged me even more to try to attain a MM child. So thank you for the months of enjoyable times. <3
Finally, thank you to the judges of the Magical Mishaps Halloween '06 flatsale. When I promised myself I would enter, I hadn't the slightest idea that I would almost miss the deadline, and end up winning. I am ever grateful to the fact that the end date for Cyril was extended. If it hadn't been, then my entry might have been late. You guys were also the ones that ended up making the call and announcing me Cyril's guardian. I have been dearly wishing for a MM child since I came to the shop, and now, a little after my one year anniversary at this shop, you guys gave me the best Christmas present ever, hands down -Cyril Lucious Aeing. So thank you, ever so much, for making one of my dreams come true. <3
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