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[ttlynotawizard]

Who: Remy, Glaukir, Vanyel [OPEN]
When: Backdated to last night
Where: A multitude of decks
What OH MAI IS THAT SOME SORT OF GEM LIKE THING ON REMY'S FOREHEAD?

Rating: I'll try to keep 'er PG-13

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[couldbeavillain]

[A couple days ago, Andrew got acquainted with Toph, and since he's felt extremely generous towards her. She's not as big a bully as he thought she was at first. So, rather carelessly, he's ventured out of his room to make the journey to her room and leave a cup of instant noodles there. He's sure she can't go to get her own food in this mess and he still has an abundance of it

[ttlynotawizard]

Why yes, that is what Andrew sees. But as Remy gets ever so closer, it's quite clear that it's not just knives surrounding him. It's a little bit of everything, really, including a blood stained chair and table lamp.

Remy approaches slowly and slightly turns his head to look directly at Andrew. One of those knives that seem to have caught Andrew's interest comes flying toward him.

[couldbeavillain]

Andrew just manages to get out a shrill "Oh, God!" as he ducks the knife, holding his hands over his head.

He stumbles to the wall as he straightens up, looking first in the direction the knife went, then in the direction it came from. "What the hell, dude?!"

What is the quickest way to get out of this situation? He has to get to his room.

[ttlynotawizard]

Remy doesn't respond or even acknowledge anything Andrew says. He keeps pressing forward, objects still circulating his form.

The knife that had attacked finds its place above Remy's shoulder and the wizard eyes Andrew more intensely. He was quick to dodge that. Perhaps something bigger will hit this time. Yes, one of the small tables from the coffee shop should do nicely.

[couldbeavillain]

Andrew doesn't have time to even think about moving this time and the table strikes him hard, knocking him back a few feet and to the ground. There's a sharp pain in his face and, now on floor, he reaches to touch his nose only to find blood on his hand. Oh, God, his nose isn't broken is it? He'll be devastated if his nose is broken.

...then again, he'll be more devastated if he doesn't get out of his alive.

In an attempt to get past the man and in the direction of his room, Andrew scrambles forward, somewhat stumbling to his feet, but keeping as low as he can.

[ttlynotawizard]

Remy continues walking forward, flinging pens, knives, forks and a multitude of small objects at his target. It doesn't matter who he is. He is in Remy's line of sight.

[couldbeavillain]

Andrew manages to stumble onto his feet, using the wall for support as things begin hitting him. He fumblingly catches a pen after it hits him and looks confusedly at his attacker. "Seriously?" he squeaks, exasperated.

This confused hesitation, however, turns out to be a mistake as he only has a moment to move out of the way of a knife, that still catches his arm. He drops the pen and clutches his new wound tightly as he finally begins running towards his room. Gotta get in, gotta get safe, don't want to die, please don't let him die, he doesn't want to die... This is worse than vamps.

[ttlynotawizard]

Remy sees his target moving towards him even more. This simply will not do. Remy holds his hand forward focusing his power, making an attempt to lift Andrew off the ground and fling him back behind Remy.

[couldbeavillain]

Well, his feet are moving, but the rest of him isn't. Andrew swallows. He's no longer on the ground. This just isn't good. Not at all, not ever.

As he flies past Remy, all he can think of is how this is just like Dark Willow all over again, only this time he's hurt. Of course, he should have died then, she should have killed him, and since then death has been chasing him wildly. It was just like those movies where the kids don't die when they're supposed to so fate hunts them down.

[ttlynotawizard]

If Andrew missed his friend Mr. Table, they're about to be reacquainted. It comes back to hit him as it rejoins the rest of Remy's arsenal.

He keeps walking forward, leaving Andrew where he'd flung him.

[couldbeavillain]

The table smacks him in the back, particularly stinging the back of his head. Andrew meets the ground in the worst way, thanks to that. Stunned, he e lies there, reaching gingerly to touch his head where the table hit.

This is it. He's convinced now this is how he's going to die. And that coming back to life thing just doesn't seem as shiny anymore. He bets it's painful.

He lies there frightened until he realizes nothing is happening. The guy is walking away from him. Though still frightened, Andrew scrambles up and dashes for his door, right down the hall, though this just makes everything hurt worse.