open to the east dorm.
CHARACTERS: truemask, bestlieutenant, inquisire and the residents of the East Dormitory
DATE: September 18 (Day 10/11)
RATING: PG-13 - R. Violence is likely!
SUMMARY: The East Dormitory is held hostage, and raids are conducted.
( it is the shape of a skull, with a snake coursing from its mouth in languid movements back and forth )
DATE: September 18 (Day 10/11)
RATING: PG-13 - R. Violence is likely!
SUMMARY: The East Dormitory is held hostage, and raids are conducted.
( it is the shape of a skull, with a snake coursing from its mouth in languid movements back and forth )
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He squints in the darkness and lifts himself up from his seat to clumsily feel his way around the room. ]
Maybe the power's out..
[ He wonders to himself but before he can get to the door to ask his neighbors, Mikado can only hear it be ripped off its hinges. It sends him reeling backwards and the force of whatever pulled that door pushes him over. ]
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Still. It’s something to be tested.
He approaches each room carefully, cautiously - when he’d first arrived on the island, he’d thought the dorms unbearably small and cramped, and whilst that opinion hasn’t changed per se, he can’t help but think that at night they seem so much larger. Emptier. He’d begun to wonder how many people Kernos was intending on trapping him, but now it seemed as if there was room for far more than he’d imagined.
He stops outside a doorway, the light from his wand casting shadows in the vicinity. At the sight of Mikado, his expression flickers for a moment, surprise and reluctance flitting across his features. After a moment, he speaks-]We’re collecting ( ... )
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it's a cloud of smoke that exits room 113 and fills the hallway, probing its away along without any fear of running onto a wall. or a person.]
((ooc: nnnot really a thread, just kind of. a. note. BUT IF ANYONE WANTS TO RUN INTO HIM (pun not intended) i wouldn't mind..!!))
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The fuck is this? [Smoke, darkness, any takers?]
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smoke recedes back to solid, and Smoker's standing now in place of the cloud that was there a second ago. not that Michael can probably see him all that well..]
Building's being taken hostage, that's what.
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[he stretches and cracks his back crankily. Dammit, he was looking forward to getting to bed. At least they're using magic or something, maybe it'd be worth poking.]
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[SELFISH DICKS
well with the island being pelted with rocks and bugs under your skin, he can't really blame them too much.]
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[Michael can definitely blame them, if they're getting between him and a peaceful night of sleep. He has no patience for these shenanigans.]
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You can handle yourself, right?
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[though it's unclear whether he's speaking as a human or as one who isn't quite. either way, he's only informing.]
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... What, exactly, he intends on doing, he has no idea. He casts about for a weapon and ends up with his tea pot. Tea vs. evil gets weighed for a moment, but eventually, sighing, he takes it in hand and edges out into the hall. This is not the best idea he's ever had (honestly, Rupert, is ringing through his head distinctly in the voice of Ethan), but it's all he has on this crazy island and he has to start somewhere.
But tomorrow, definitely, he's acquiring a crossbow. Somehow.
For now Giles is cautiously making his way down the hall, cast iron tea pot in hand, ready, he hopes, for anything.]
[ooc: HEY SO our plan for this thread is tentatively, Giles gets attacked and is in deep trouble and then is saved by Dave?? Just so you know where we're going with this!]
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He stops short when he sees the man - middle-aged, by the looks of him - slightly further down the hall, eyeing him warily before spotting the tea pot. His eyes briefly widen in surprise at the sheer absurdity of it - what could he hope to achieve with a tea pot? - and his lips quirk into a bitter smirk, as if he’s not entirely sure if he ought to be amused or not (no, that’s not right, he ought to be but he’s not, and that’s the problem-). He sneers; it lacks his usual conviction, the utter disdain for muggles and non-wizards, and his gaze flickers back from the teapot to the man.]
What good do you think that’s going to do you?
(ooc: OKAY i think lucius-mun is tagging after me, and then ...whatever, i guess lmao)
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"Have we a hero?"
And when Lucius materialises at the other end of the hallway, his voice hissing out of the darkness even as his tangible form becomes visible from Apparating smog, it's with the evidence of scuffle, blood streaked from mouth to ear when he'd carelessly wiped it with coat sleeve. But also an avidness in his eyes that speaks more of success than sullen, kicked-dog defeat. His wand is ready and drawn, pointed for Giles, checking a glance passed the other ~middle-aged man~ to view Draco through the magically imposed dimness.
And Draco is largely unhurt, so, he focuses back on Giles, and his weapon of choice, and says, in the voice recognisable to those who had heard the broadcast, "Oh dear." His wand flicks, and the teapot in Giles' hand-- transforms. It reduces, lengths, becomes cool and leathery and very much alive, the teapot-turned-snake slow to get to speed on things--
But quick to thrash.
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