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peckenpaugh2020-06-01 11:18 am
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Armani ooohs and claps excitedly for Eddy. "Good job! We found that super fast!" He may be approaching this whole Save-The-Town thing from a speedrunning angle. If he could find a way to clip through the maple to skip to the final confrontation, he would.
He slinks on over to Jupiter's side, also curious about what's beneath the mask. "She hasn't been corrupted yet," he observes, curiously feeling her face. "I ripped the mask off a cultist, in another memory. There were those purple flowers beneath it, covering their face."
He slinks on over to Jupiter's side, also curious about what's beneath the mask. "She hasn't been corrupted yet," he observes, curiously feeling her face. "I ripped the mask off a cultist, in another memory. There were those purple flowers beneath it, covering their face."
Just as the students start to examine Pepsi for the safest spot to climb, the little tiger starts moving again.
Behind them, the Wandering Willows all leap from their beds, the Blob deflates with a flatulent sound. It's chaos. Utter bedlam, trying not to get trampled.
In the air, Zero Sugar Pepsi twists, a teeny tiny John Wick in her own action movie. What had caught her attention was not Ms. Treetops, but something reaching for the Herbology teacher — a strange vine tipped in a tiny purple flower. Pepsi intercepts the vine with her little claws outstretched, pulling the vine off course and along with her.
Whether she knows what she was doing, or just saw an irresistible toy, the spiny kitten rescues Ms. Treetops from that strange creeping vine. Tansy turns at the sound, leaving her snapping dragons behind to carefully separate the cactus kitten from the invasive plant.
"Oh, what a hero," she murmurs, warm and affectionate as she scoops the kitten up into one arm. "You don't like these either, hmm? Don't touch them. They're bad for you."
With her free hand, Tansy Treetops produces a gnarled wand from somewhere at her hip, and she carefully blasts the vine with ice until it isn't moving any more.
In the commotion, an empty terracotta pot rolls off the table and lands sideways on the ground, the mouth of the toppled pot a long tunnel back to Peckenpaugh's
ruined auditorium.
[REPLY REQUIREMENT MET! You may continue to thread in this scene and acquire the linchpin or leave at this time.]
Behind them, the Wandering Willows all leap from their beds, the Blob deflates with a flatulent sound. It's chaos. Utter bedlam, trying not to get trampled.
In the air, Zero Sugar Pepsi twists, a teeny tiny John Wick in her own action movie. What had caught her attention was not Ms. Treetops, but something reaching for the Herbology teacher — a strange vine tipped in a tiny purple flower. Pepsi intercepts the vine with her little claws outstretched, pulling the vine off course and along with her.
Whether she knows what she was doing, or just saw an irresistible toy, the spiny kitten rescues Ms. Treetops from that strange creeping vine. Tansy turns at the sound, leaving her snapping dragons behind to carefully separate the cactus kitten from the invasive plant.
"Oh, what a hero," she murmurs, warm and affectionate as she scoops the kitten up into one arm. "You don't like these either, hmm? Don't touch them. They're bad for you."
With her free hand, Tansy Treetops produces a gnarled wand from somewhere at her hip, and she carefully blasts the vine with ice until it isn't moving any more.
In the commotion, an empty terracotta pot rolls off the table and lands sideways on the ground, the mouth of the toppled pot a long tunnel back to Peckenpaugh's
ruined auditorium.
[REPLY REQUIREMENT MET! You may continue to thread in this scene and acquire the linchpin or leave at this time.]
Still wandless, Winter can do little but dance out of the way of the Wandering Willows, trying to steer the boys out of their path as well. Darting this way and that, ducking stray branches, even once it's all gone still again she looks unsettled, rodentish.
"Everyone okay?" she asks, squinting one eye shut. Her gaze cuts across the gap, back to the table. "Guess we could maybe use Ms. Treetops as a stair, still?"
"Everyone okay?" she asks, squinting one eye shut. Her gaze cuts across the gap, back to the table. "Guess we could maybe use Ms. Treetops as a stair, still?"
In the middle of hell, Chanel takes time to grin fondly both at Armani for (???) sticking a snake in a hole? And of course the fire that just started. Caught in a good mood, she pulls her own bottle out too. "Give it just a splash, and we can all do half a shot with a tree."
What? They deserve it.
What? They deserve it.
Armani grins back at his sister, holding his pink Tamagotchi up by its key chain to show it off. Never mind that the tree is glowing and the cicadas are screaming, he just solved the snake puzzle!
"Ooh!" Chanel claps, proud. She's leaning into Eddy's punch instead of away from it, as her chest still sort of feels like she was punched by an angry, fiery giant. But she won't complain. "...So now we just find a door." She says, mostly for the benefit of Adrian. "..And we're sure they can't see us, right? I'm not dressed well anymore."
Chanel looks like an extra from Cabaret who walked through a bonfire recently, so unless that's the vibe they were going for here, she's right.
Chanel looks like an extra from Cabaret who walked through a bonfire recently, so unless that's the vibe they were going for here, she's right.
Eddy flinches at the applause and wraps his fingers around this small precious thing. It needs returned, even though it's likely a poor replacement for the one that was lost. "Yeah," he confirms for Lionel as he slips it into his hoodie pocket for safekeeping. One heart for many doesn't bode well for Pocket.
That heavy feeling when the octopus finishes its lap is more than just the usual anxiety Eddy feels, and he takes a wary step backwards. There's a lot of people here looking not unlike the one who'd blocked the path to the third floor. "Let's find the portal," he says uneasily, hands resting on his backpack straps as he does a half turn to observe the room.
That heavy feeling when the octopus finishes its lap is more than just the usual anxiety Eddy feels, and he takes a wary step backwards. There's a lot of people here looking not unlike the one who'd blocked the path to the third floor. "Let's find the portal," he says uneasily, hands resting on his backpack straps as he does a half turn to observe the room.
Edited 2020-06-08 23:03 (UTC)
"Yeah," Lionel agrees. Find the portal. How?
He takes tentative steps toward the frozen Burton Bland. The person who tricked Pouch, who was always talking to El and his friends, who made Mr. Qualls uneasy. This might be a memory and they can't stop the past from happening, but maybe they can still learn more about their foe. Should they meet again.
With his wand still out in front of him, Lionel begins patting down the tweed jacket, looking for any items that might be Mr. Bland's person, clues about who he is.
He takes tentative steps toward the frozen Burton Bland. The person who tricked Pouch, who was always talking to El and his friends, who made Mr. Qualls uneasy. This might be a memory and they can't stop the past from happening, but maybe they can still learn more about their foe. Should they meet again.
With his wand still out in front of him, Lionel begins patting down the tweed jacket, looking for any items that might be Mr. Bland's person, clues about who he is.
Lionel finds very little on Mr. Burton Bland, save his wallet. An old West Virginia driver's license sits front and center, about seventy-five muggle dollars in cash in the bill fold. A ticket stub for Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, a little faded, but not quite. A visa credit card, still shiny and new. There are old photos of a young girl: aged 12 months, aged 2 years, aged five. Family photo kind of stuff. Holding a teddy bear. It's sweet.
Past him, as Jupiter turns to comment on Armani's bravery, the cultist immediately to her left starts to move. At three o'clock on the face of the clearing, another cultist steps forward. The air fills with their whispers, muffled behind the mask.
Their neoprene robes sweep out like smoke as they leave their spots, and it's immediately clear that they hadn't belonged there at all. The one on Jupiter's left strikes at her (ROLLED 6) but she ducks right out of the way.
The one at three o'clock moves for Eddy, hellbent on getting that linchpin. (ROLLED 4) A blast of purple hits Eddy's knees, flipping him right up off his feet, both legs burning.
Past him, as Jupiter turns to comment on Armani's bravery, the cultist immediately to her left starts to move. At three o'clock on the face of the clearing, another cultist steps forward. The air fills with their whispers, muffled behind the mask.
Their neoprene robes sweep out like smoke as they leave their spots, and it's immediately clear that they hadn't belonged there at all. The one on Jupiter's left strikes at her (ROLLED 6) but she ducks right out of the way.
The one at three o'clock moves for Eddy, hellbent on getting that linchpin. (ROLLED 4) A blast of purple hits Eddy's knees, flipping him right up off his feet, both legs burning.
Edited 2020-06-09 00:08 (UTC)
Jupiter reels, but catches herself, moves her body to put a wall between Armani and the Cultist. "Hey—fuckin'—we're talkin' here." She swings Wybie's axe straight up at the shadowy figure shouting, "Cut that shit out!"
Edited 2020-06-09 00:11 (UTC)
Family photos flutter to the ground as Lionel drops the wallet. The mystery of the past is dwarfed suddenly by the danger of the present. Lionel stumbles backward in shock and manages an "Impedimenta" before he falls on his butt near Eddy. It's a simple spell, but Lionel's greatest strength is his mind and he needs to buy himself a moment to think.
Shit fuck. It's like a trap being sprung whenever these memories start sputtering back on again. Eddy doesn't love the idea of scaling one of their teachers, but "guess she won't remember" he reassures himself aloud as he surveys the route. (Right? Right?)
Talking is something Eddy is very bad at, but climbing? That comes as naturally as breathing. Trying to find the least invasive route (look, he doesn't want to touch her butt), he jumps and catches hold of the crook of her elbow, low enough with her crouching still, and pulls himself up. Then he crouches himself and extends an arm to aid whoever's next. "Going up?"
Talking is something Eddy is very bad at, but climbing? That comes as naturally as breathing. Trying to find the least invasive route (look, he doesn't want to touch her butt), he jumps and catches hold of the crook of her elbow, low enough with her crouching still, and pulls himself up. Then he crouches himself and extends an arm to aid whoever's next. "Going up?"
"Nevermind. I've found it," Viola tells Ramona and picks up the golden copy of the speech to inspect.
Oh, Jupiter, so cool and gallant and brave!! At this point in the night, Armani has killed his fair share of creatures and been hit quite a few times but he appreciates the gesture, nonetheless.
He ooohs again, this time for Jupiter, and leans to the side to point his wand at one of the cultists, aiming for their mask. "Reducto!" he calls, hoping to blast its mask to pieces. Maybe it'll do the pretty flower thing again!!
He ooohs again, this time for Jupiter, and leans to the side to point his wand at one of the cultists, aiming for their mask. "Reducto!" he calls, hoping to blast its mask to pieces. Maybe it'll do the pretty flower thing again!!
Jupiter's ax slices through smoke (ROLLED 7) cleaving the Cultist right up through the middle and catching on the mask. Even with Armani flinging a Reducto (ROLLED 7) it's not quite enough to finish the thing off. It ripples, form distorted by spell and swinging ax, but reforms just as quick and pushes forward. (ROLLED 2 & 2) A burst of purple light sends Armani and Jupiter flying back. Jupiter gets the brunt of the burning ray, singing her clothes and her hair (even more than it had gotten in her last foray with magical fire), while Armani catches all of her weight when he smacks against a tree.
Lionel's Impedimenta can't quite find its swirling target (ROLLED 5), but thankfully, it's enough to throw the other Cultist's aim off (ROLLED 8). The purple ray strikes the frozen Burton Bland, instead.
Lionel's Impedimenta can't quite find its swirling target (ROLLED 5), but thankfully, it's enough to throw the other Cultist's aim off (ROLLED 8). The purple ray strikes the frozen Burton Bland, instead.
Though the shock of being upended passes quickly, the pain in Eddy's legs does not. Through gritted teeth and a wave of adrenaline, he rolls to his knees and springs forward, reaching for the cultist's ankles and giving a strong yank. His fists are ready if he manages to take the cultist down with him.
"OH THIS IS HOW HE LOSES HIS EYE!" Trudy shouts. She recognizes the location from the photograph she found. Maybe she shouldn't be that excited about seeing it, but she is. Eager to see the rest of the memory, she starts touching things: the ping pong ball, red solo cups, the vuvuzela.
While the vuvuzela glows under Trudy's touch, she isn't able to move it at all. It seems stuck for now.
"I'm going wherever you're going," Wyatt answers, grasping Eddy's hand and following him up. He also doesn't want to touch her butt or anything. Even in a memory, that seems wrong. "Alley-oop!" he says, scrambling up onto her shoulder.
"I'm disappointed in her form," Claudia tuts, adjusting Ms. Altizer's grip on the ball. "How do you take out a man's eye with bad form?" Unsure what else she's supposed to do, Claudia starts tucking her Hermeticism teacher's hair out of her face. She needs to look presentable.
Audrey, still a little dizzy from whatever the bugs did earlier, just slow blinks, taking in this whole scene. She tries not to sway too much in place, but at least looking drunk kind of fits in here. "He...poked it out." She decides, "On boobs." She sees you, little blonde.
(ROLLED 10) Eddy pulls the Cultist down on top of him, and it's like being doused in acrid mist, hot burning, (ROLLED 6) but it only lasts a second. Eddy swings a fist at the falling Cultist, but it never connects, because a bright gold light erupts from the pocket of his hoodie — Pouch's heart reacting to the awful thing — and blasts the creature up into the air.
It disperses as mist, just a moment, but reforms again immediately, now floating overhead.
It disperses as mist, just a moment, but reforms again immediately, now floating overhead.
"I don't think boobs would to it," Trudy says, then yanks the vuvuzela harder.
Armani doesn't get why everyone wants Jup to crush them. This hurts! And not in a sexy way!
He tries to help her up by pushing from behind. Hhyyyup you go!
He tries to help her up by pushing from behind. Hhyyyup you go!
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