it resulted in fifteen blackouts (and one henious deed)
[Paradisa, Paradisa, Paradisa. What ever are we going to do with you? Why, you are just asking to be messed with, somehow. Newt has had enough of your cute little pure ways, so therefore, he's decided to strike back.]
[WITH MOUSE TRAPS.]
[That's right. For now, on every square inch of the floor on the lobby is a mouse trap, loaded and ready for ( Read more... )
[WITH MOUSE TRAPS.]
[That's right. For now, on every square inch of the floor on the lobby is a mouse trap, loaded and ready for ( Read more... )
Wow. You sure have shown us, Newt.
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Yes, yes I have. And I guess I couldn't get you this time, what with your magical demon powers and anything.
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Go on, say 'curses', you look like your bursting to do it.
[He picks up a mousetrap, still not going off, turning it this way and that] So, any reason why you're going over to the dark side?
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[He practically growls it, waving his pin threateningly.]
Because I wanted to! Seriously, the sight of your face makes my blood boil...
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[He laughs, tossing a moue trap aside, making a satisfying *snapsnapsnap* sound as it lands on its fellows]
Look at you, getting all ragey. It's almost cute.
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[He manages to stand, trying to look tough as he stares Crowley in the eyes, pressing that pin against his chest as though it were a dagger or another equally respectable weapon.]
Crowley, I'm not in the mood. Leave.
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Oh no. A pin. Whatever will I do? Surely, I am doomed.
...Oh. Wait.
[He reaches out deliberately, pressing his fingers against Newt's forehead and...pushing him backwards]
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Hey!!
[And he gathers himself, anger practically visible in his face.]
Are you trying to make me look stupid?!
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But when does Crowley ever listen to common sense?]
That's what I do on a regular basis, I thought you'd learned that by now.
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[He grins, and there's that flash in his eyes that's definitively not Newt. The pin floats up in the air, and somehow multiplies and forms itself into an electric guitar. But the weirdness has only started. For Newt's clothes shift and shake and transform into a rather snazzy tuxedo, and he grabs the guitar, laughing.]
Maybe I'll make you taste your own medicine.
[And he strums the guitar, and it's like the sound itself becomes a weapon, sending most of the mouse traps towards the demon and carrying enough strength to knock a regular human being into the nearby wall. Also, there is now a theme song playing.]
[What. The. Heck.]
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WHAT THE BALLS.
WHAT'S EVEN HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?]
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Ow]
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[Newt crows with laughter, a glint in his eye as he strums at the guitar in time to his own theme music. He might be also floating in the air. And his eyes may or may not be glowing.]
[Yeah, things are definitely out of whack here.]
How'd you like that, huh? Oh, poor defenseless Newt, why don't I bother him for a change, huh?! How does it feel, Crowley? HOW DOES IT FEEL NOW?
[And he lets go of the guitar, and it transforms into a very large golden machine gun, loaded with tons of those golden hat pins. And it's pointed at you.]
You might say I have a LICENSE TO KILL!!
[And brb, shooting hat pins everywhere in your general direction.]
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The fuck is wrong with you, you nutter? And stop making bad puns!
[He suddenly VANISHES FROM SIGHT. Ahaahaha beat that, you pin loving nutbag]
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