Polls Open: 1444 Mitchell Road

[mayfield_mods]

Who: Democratic-minded Mayfield residents.
What: Casting their ballots in mayoral elections.
When: Until 8 PM EST November 13
Where: 1444 Mitchell Road
Warnings: Isn't it more fun as a surprise

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[prodigious_mage]

((Took a look at the other polling places and made a few assumptions . . . Let me know if I shouldn't jump to the voting.))

As the boy approached the steps of the house, he dimmed the flame-shield in preparation (setting fire to the place, after all, was not desirable) and finally noticed that there was, in fact, a ridiculously large crowd of people all turned to glare directly into his soul. Palom blinked for several moments before shrugging and continuing on his way. He could handle drones - he could even manage it without actually having to hurt any of them.

At any rate, Mr. Fishy had better have been right about the 'no voting age' thing. He was gonna throw a fit if he'd gone through all of this just to be turned away at the polling booth. As he ascended the first step, he turned off the fire, waved cheerily at the drones, and entered the house. Even better, he met no resistance even inside the house. So with a smile, he cheerfully dashed off the words 'Old Mayor Guy', dropped it in the ballot box, ran back down the stairs, and headed out the door. Flame on!

[hugs_arent_free]

Oh. The fireball was Palom. There he was waving to the drones and acting as mature as ever. The drones didn't appear to be ripping the kid to pieces so it might be okay to go inside. When the boy disappeared through the doorway, Mammon drifted after him. Instead of going straight up the stairs he spent a few seconds snooping around the house. You never know what you might find, after all. Plus he wanted to leave Palom plenty of time to find out if there was something horrible upstairs.

Sadly communists didn't appear to keep a lot of interesting stuff out in the open, so when he heard Palom run back down the stairs and toward the front door, he went upstairs to fill out his own ballot. One vote for... he didn't really have a name they knew, did he? Mayor Mayor. The first guy. He wrote his choice and stuck it in the box. Now to leave the creepy, dark house surrounded by grumpy drones.

[mayfield_mods]

[Mammon has cast his vote for The Mayor. He may notice a sticker suddenly attached to her clothing.



The sticker will remain attached, whatever he wears, until the event ends.

Oh dear, the drones seem to be pretty angry when they see the stickers.]

[hugs_arent_free]

Mammon tugged at the sticker on his coat, then decided to ignore it for now and see what can be done about it back home. He flew down the stairs, put the garbage can lid back above his head, and headed back out into the rain.

[prodigious_mage]

((You mind about combining threads?))

"GAAAAAAH!"

Before Mammon could leave, he was met by a small fireball screaming at the top of its lungs. Behind it were several dozen drones wielding weapons of various types, each of them looking decidedly unhappy about the vote he had taken. The fireball stopped in its tracks.

" . . . Mammon! When'd you . . . Doesn't matter! Be careful; they're too much! I'm gonna have to start blasting 'em!"

If Mammon looked closely beyond the fireball, he may have noticed that the yard was newly decorated with about a dozen assorted statues and pigs of varying colors.

[hugs_arent_free]

((Sure, fine with me.))

"Muumuu? When did they start attacking?" He spends a few seconds filling out a piece of paper and look what happens. Mammon moved out of the doorway so Palom could come back inside if he needed to and looked out a window.

"Did you do something to anger them?" It wouldn't surprise him if the cheeky brat had been hurling insults or rocks at the drones.

[prodigious_mage]

"No! I just came out, and they all started attacking at once. . . . They probably wait until after you vote. So you think you're safe 'cause they didn't do anything when you came in." Palom had, by this time, turned off the fire again and reentered the house; the drones seemed to be glad just keeping him inside.

"I guess we could stay here until this is all over. But my house is just across the street . . . You know any magic, Mammon? I'm gonna make a break for it."

[hugs_arent_free]

"Of course I know magic," he huffed. To prove it Mammon snapped his finger and made one of the drones sink into the ground. Most of his abilities were illusions, but he'd all ready discovered with his 'mother' that the regular drones did not have the ability to combat them.

"What makes you think the drones won't follow you to your house?"

[prodigious_mage]

"They all went outside when all of this started. You might be right, but I'm willing to bet that this is a huge game of tag, and indoors counts as olly olly oxen free. You're welcome to stay at my place until this all blows over. Or I could help you back home if you want. Your choice. Either way, you ready to kick some drone butt?"

Palom's entire body had taken on a silvery green glow at this point; his hands were practically dripping mana. There was no way that Palom, the Great Mysidian Prodigy, was gonna let himself be beat by a bunch of drones.

[hugs_arent_free]

"Normally I charge for my assistance, but I suppose I can spend a little time helping you out. If I end up having to save your glowing self, though, you'll owe me a favour. Since I doubt you have any money."

Mammon sunk a few more drones that were close to the door and waited for Palom to make the first move back outside. He was interested in seeing everything the young mage could do, but if things went wrong he was ready to teleport away and leave the kid to his fate.

[prodigious_mage]

"Aww, c'mon. Don't be like that."

And with that, Palom flung the door open and released his stored magic. Fire, once again, was his weapon of choice. Fira, to be precise. A stream of flames lashed forth from his body to clear a path through the assembled drones; the unfortunate ones in his direct path were incinerated instantly while the ones to the side were temporarily stunned by the heat.

"And that's nothing. Wait'll you see a Twincasted Firaga. Let's go!" Palom dashed forward through the path he had made, ignoring the acid rain as much as possible. His magic had to be conserved for the drones -- A blast of lightning to one side, a petrification to the other . . . Though Palom was loathe to admit it, he was running out of mana rather quickly.

[hugs_arent_free]

Mammon flew out the door after Palom and had to admit he was impressed with the fire attacks. Since the kid was doing all of the attacking, Mammon decided to take the defensive side of things and put a purple, see through dome above them to stop the rain.

He flung the garbage can lid he no longer needed at some approaching drones and drew closer to Palom so he could hear him over the rain. "If you need anything, like light or a diversion, just say." Mammon then froze the feet of some of drones behind them to the ground.

[prodigious_mage]

" . . . Oh! You created that fake food before, I remember. Could you make a fake copy of the two of us? Just for a few moments." They were almost across the street to his house by now. Thankfully, his lawn remained relatively drone-free. In relation to the massive horde in front of the polling house, at least. "When they're distracted, I'll hit 'em all with a Sleep spell. Even if they don't fall asleep, it should make them dizzy or something at least. We're almost to safety, anyway."

In truth, this was because he had the reserves left for only his weakest spells. But Mammon didn't need to know that.

[hugs_arent_free]

"That's easy." And just like that, there was an extra Mammon and Palom standing in the middle of the street, calling out to the drones and asking them who they voted for. As angry drones headed in that direction to go pummel the confused first time voters, Mammom disguised the two of them as regular drones, confusing some of the others close by.

"They're all yours," he said, blinding a few of the persistent drones following them with starfish to the face.

[prodigious_mage]

"Gosh. Illusion magic is pretty handy, isn't it? Maybe I should branch out a bit. Gotta start working more on Time, too."

One final incantation and a wave of blue light flowed into the group of drones attacking the doppelgangers; moments later, the entire group proceeded to topple over unceremoniously as if they'd had their legs cut out from under them. Palom grinned. "Worked better than I thought. We're home free!" And though a few drones remained in their path, he was right -- They met with no more trouble that a few quick swift kicks to the ankles didn't take care of.

"Thanks for the help, Mammon. You wanna come in? I'm sure Canada could whip up some pancakes or something real quick."

[hugs_arent_free]

"Illusions are extremely handy. If an illusionist is strong enough, there's nothing he can't do. However, the spells you use are quite wonderful too. If abilities are transferable here I would like to try some of them." He followed Palom to his door and turned back to look at where the drones were sleeping on the street. "I do hope a car comes and hits them while they rest."

Since there was no point in lingering outside, he considered taking Palom's invitation. He hadn't seen the inside of his house yet, and there could be interesting stuff in there. But it looked a little dark. " Are you sure he would be able to cook? Your entire street seems handicapped right now."