open to the east dorm.

[truemask]

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.

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[scourgesister]

[There's barely enough time for Vriska to come up with a witty retort before the light is flying her way, and certainly not enough time to dodge -- her wings are fast, but not fast enough. She falls onto her back, hard, eyes wide as she struggles uselessly against the spell. As if getting hit point-blank like an idiot wasn't bad enough, now she couldn't even move? God, talk about humiliating.

But out of the corner of her eye Vriska spots a small bit of consolation: she hadn't hit the ground alone. Her dice fell with her, thanks to the spell forcing her fists open. She couldn't see what they'd landed on...]

3 + 4 + 5 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 7 + 1: ARACHNOFEVER

[...but she isn't left wondering for long. From behind Draco, she can see a blue glow creeping up through the fog, accompanied by a rustling noise. It's a very familiar sound: the distinct shuffling of spiders' legs. Lots of them, from the sound of it. A wave of spectral blue spiders work their way closer, coating the floor as they skitter down the hall. Usually Vriska would be disappointed at landing such a low roll -- fangless and blind and quick to fade, they're more of a distraction than a threat -- but with the way her luck has been lately? Hell, she'll take it.]

[egotrippings]

[A smug smile settles on his lips for a moment, although it shifts into quizzical curiosity at the dice on the ground. He’s not seen anything like them before, and from his experience, people don’t tend to carry about miscellaneous objects just because - unless, he supposes, they have sentimental value.

He doesn’t have much time to consider that, though, as the sound of legs, lots of legs, becomes audible - and quickly. He lifts his head, attention swiftly returning to Vriska, expression plainly fearful. He doesn’t have a fear of spiders, not at all, but he doesn’t know what these ones can do and not knowing, being ignorant, is something he detests, something he automatically tries to mask with false bravado and egotism. He starts to back away from the spiders, being very careful to step around - not near; she’s not human, he doesn’t know how effective his spells will be on her in the long run - Vriska, placing her between him and the spiders.

Draco watches them approach with a kind of morbid curiosity, lips curled in disgust. Placing Vriska between him and the spiders doesn’t work quite like he’d hoped, and they seem to ignore her. Pointing his wand at the closest of the spiders-]

Impedimenta!

[He’d thought briefly of using incendio, of producing flames, but he imagines it’d be foolhardy in a small space such as this, and he doesn’t have any intention of really hurting Vriska, not unless he has to. If worse comes to worst, he prefers for others to do things like that, not him.]

[scourgesister]

[Oh, if only she could pull off the smug look she's dying to give him right now. Then again, if she could move, she'd do a lot more than just smirk. She'd scoop up her dice and try to roll again while his guard was down, or lunge at him with her bare hands, or...no. There's a small voice telling her that hey, violent urges do not help put a history full of violence to rest, better cut that out. And then there's a much more familiar voice that reminds her of just how much easier it was when she didn't waste time holding back, when she didn't care about any of that sappy bullshit --

At least the immobility is good for one thing: they help her keep a mean poker face. Not that the spiders care what her expression looks like. They crawl on blindly regardless, over her legs, her hands, her face, narrowly missing her eyes. Spiders everywhere, just like home. She'd laugh if she could.

There's a loud hiss just a little too close to her head, as a cluster of spiders are hit and evaporate in a blue fog. Stupid, lousy, pointless things couldn't even handle a...well. Whatever that spell was. Vriska doubted she could tell even if she could see it.]