Open RP: Evil Missions and the Great Pie Hunt

[usethepoker]

Susan and Shaun had been cobbling together a guidebook to Hogwarts when the WART broadcasted. The idea was to put together something that would help ease Liz’s transition, whenever she arrived; both of them knew that Liz was definitely not the sort of person who would take some of the weird shit here easily

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[bantersucks]

((Remember how I said the scarab's going to react to Death!Susan? Tormenting approved, but give it the option to shift between dimensions at some point, 'cause it's probably going to go that far to get away.))

Jaime had to circle Hogwarts at least twice before he found a window that opened into an empty corridor. He'd picked up a few familiar energy signatures, but after his last encounter decided to play it smart and make a discreet entrance so he wouldn't be blindsided again.

This idea worked for all of thirty seconds, and then two strangers stepped out of the wall and made him jump back three feet. No, wait, not strangers, that was Shaun, the guy who got dragged into yoga, and Susan - wait dear god no that was not Susan. As he noticed the visible physical changes, the scarab practically screamed in terror - about as much as it had when faced with the Lains, if not more.

As Susan turned those black eyes towards him, the only response Jaime could muster was a weak, "Oh, God no."

[usethepoker]

((HAHAHAHA, HELL YES! You just killed me dead. XD))

Susan and Shaun looked at him, their glances unnervingly syncronized. JAIME, Susan said--even in this state she knew him. JAIME, HOW...NICE TO SEE YOU. There was something undeniably predatory in her expression, and she advanced on him with the silent stalk that was her grandfather's trademark.

Shaun recognized Jaime as well, regarding him thoughtfully. The guy wasn't a zombie, obviously...but maybe Susan could change that. Maybe she could make people be zombies, just so he could kill them.... The fact that the school had, well, a no-kill rule, was completely lost on him at the moment--he just wanted to hit something with the cricket bat. Hard.

[bantersucks]

((Said it before and I'll say it again: Jaime!muse HATES ME SO MUCH right now. Feel free to stop him from getting to the window. Shaun is welcome to try the cricket bat, but it won't hurt and he may risk breaking it.))

Every once in a blue moon, Jaime and the scarab actually agreed on something, and this was one of those rare times. Right now, he could completely identify with the need to RUN THE HELL AWAY. "Nice," he repeated weakly. "That's one word for it."

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit - Through the panic, his mind was racing. The no-kill spell was still intact, he'd noted that when he went out the window. So she couldn't kill him, right? Then he remembered what she'd told him: "My grandfather is that world's Death." If that's what she was now - would the no-kill spell even apply to her? (Shaun and the cricket bat were barely registering on his radar, as was the fact that he'd just gotten outed to yet another person

[usethepoker]

O RLY? Neither Susan nor Shaun appreciated having half the ceiling crash down in front of them, and without a word she reached out and took Shaun's hand, snapping her fingers and stopping Time in an instant. The last falling bits of stone froze in midair, and she and Shaun stepped carefully around them.

Susan stopped in front of Jaime, taking in his justifiably terrified expression. Shaun took up position just behind him, cricket bat still in hand, but he wasn't going to use it just yet--that armor looked a bit too durable. For now, he was content to watch, like a spectator at a football match. He'd get his turn soon enough, surely.

Susan looked over Jaime's shoulder at him, and with a feral smile snapped her fingers again. Time came rushing back, heralded by the last thundering crashes of stone.

((Feel free to have Jaime either dodge or smack right into Susan))

[estebanmd]

Stephen did listen to WART quite regularly. Television might squick him; radio did not. He had found radio intriguing from the very first WART broadcast (and even more intriguing once Luna Lovegood broadcast a show about numbers stationsVarious wards protected him, and a Protego charm shielded his person. Against Fraser's air-transmitted spell, however, there was no active defense. Stephen listened to the entire Mountie show, musing on the odd thematic unity of the requested selections, and half dallied with the idea of making a request of his own

[usethepoker]

((Repost because I can close my html tags, rly))

Susan and Shaun, in their continuining quest for mayhem and pie, were moving with little rhyme or reason through the classrooms and corridors. They rarely bothered to actually follow said corridors--walking through the walls was so much easier. Normally, Susan tried to obey the laws of physics, but her current self didn't even see them as guidelines

[estebanmd]

Stephen cast a skeptical glance toward Shaun's cricket bat as Susan posed her question. "That rather depends on the game," he said smoothly. His accent, in English, always seemed to cant toward the Irish side of the family; tonight there was more of a continental flavor to it, the Catalan of his infancy slipping through in the odd vowel here and there, as though it refused to be repressed.

"What game are you playing?"

[usethepoker]

"We're hunting," Shaun said--and did not add 'zombies', because he was the only one searching for the undead. Susan was just after everybody.

AND SO FAR HAVEN'T FOUND MUCH PREY, Susan put in, as the Voice subsumed her normal speech yet again. HUNTING ISN'T ANY FUN IF YOU DON'T CATCH ANYTHING. I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU'VE RUN ACROSS ANYONE, HAVE YOU? She wanted to attack, to...well, to play with someone, as a cat might play with a mouse. She could not, however, attack one of her fellows, and this made her antsy. AND AT SOME POINT THERE WILL BE PIE, she added, apropos of nothing.