Closed RP: Violence makes everything better
((Backdated to Halloween night, and I'm jumping the gun again, but I did promise this. Preceding threads are still held up, I know, but I don't expect I'll be able to do much Thanksgiving week, so...))
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME? KILL YOU!"
May was not happy. At all.
Yeah you cry when you're wounded and you laugh when they bleed'>Her prey had escaped her twice tonight. The first time was dumb luck. The second time... someone had dared to interfere. Someone who could actually defend himself. She'd managed to get around him, though, and had herded the brat to Hufflepuff when he'd interfered yet again, sending Tomo running off screaming to parts unknown. And with that, he'd done the impossible: moved past Tomo as the most annoying obstacle in her sights. She was itching for a fight, itching to use her talents for something more than theft. Hell, she just wanted to hit something.
And besides, taking down this guy? Would actually be a challenge.
Which was why, a second later, a guy in blue-and-black armor came flying into the Hufflepuff common room, smashing into a side table and crashing to the floor. Still in her black costume, May stormed in after him. "You," she snarled, "need to mind your own business."
Jaime scrambled to his feet. "Okay, look, I know she's annoying, but not worth killing," he said hastily, trying to at least distract her from violence. "Besides, you're not yourself, and - who's under there anyway? - you're going to regret it." His eyes widened as the scarab identified the genetic signature. "Oh, man, you really, really will. Look, I don't wanna fight you."
For answer, May slammed the door shut behind her. "Then you shouldn't have gotten in my way, blue boy. Besides, why kill when you can maim?"
"Uh -" He took a step back and then froze as the scarab screamed in his ear. They weren't alone. And the company wasn't exactly friendly. "Man, I am really getting sick of this."
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME? KILL YOU!"
May was not happy. At all.
Yeah you cry when you're wounded and you laugh when they bleed'>Her prey had escaped her twice tonight. The first time was dumb luck. The second time... someone had dared to interfere. Someone who could actually defend himself. She'd managed to get around him, though, and had herded the brat to Hufflepuff when he'd interfered yet again, sending Tomo running off screaming to parts unknown. And with that, he'd done the impossible: moved past Tomo as the most annoying obstacle in her sights. She was itching for a fight, itching to use her talents for something more than theft. Hell, she just wanted to hit something.
And besides, taking down this guy? Would actually be a challenge.
Which was why, a second later, a guy in blue-and-black armor came flying into the Hufflepuff common room, smashing into a side table and crashing to the floor. Still in her black costume, May stormed in after him. "You," she snarled, "need to mind your own business."
Jaime scrambled to his feet. "Okay, look, I know she's annoying, but not worth killing," he said hastily, trying to at least distract her from violence. "Besides, you're not yourself, and - who's under there anyway? - you're going to regret it." His eyes widened as the scarab identified the genetic signature. "Oh, man, you really, really will. Look, I don't wanna fight you."
For answer, May slammed the door shut behind her. "Then you shouldn't have gotten in my way, blue boy. Besides, why kill when you can maim?"
"Uh -" He took a step back and then froze as the scarab screamed in his ear. They weren't alone. And the company wasn't exactly friendly. "Man, I am really getting sick of this."