Who: Luke Fon Fabre, Sirius Black, Asch the Bloody, and any unlucky souls who happen by after they've set off a few spells and fonon artes.
What: Mild poyo abuse, a couple of bored teenagers being bored and teenagery... and a surprise battle!
Where: Under the apple tree.
When: Just after
this.Warning: Magic? Language, most likely. Bit of blood,
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"What was that?" He chuckled but once again the comedy was short lived. "D-dammit. MOVE!" He shoved Sirius when the ground started to tremble and jumped away just barely avoiding a spike. Dammit! Why was he targeting him now to?! Landing away from the wreckage he sent a glare at Asch looking on the verge of strangling the boy.
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"Scent Of Old Laundry," Sirius snickered too. He once again got sorely to his feet after being shoved roughly aside. An abrasion ran down the length of the right side of his face now, nearly from his jaw to his ear. But it wasn't deep, it was barely even dripping blood. Sirius ignored it.
"Phwoar, you smell awful," he teased theotherLuke. "Have a bath." Something that started with Scourgi and ended in an amused snort sent a particularly hostile cloud of lavender bubbles in Asch's direction. They seemed to have the intent of scrubbing him Floral Fresh.
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There was something very, very wrong about this.
"Cool off yourself!" Asch snarled, trying to pop the annoying things with his sword. Screw the incantation; he didn't deserve a warning. "ICICLE RAIN!"
Hope you two enjoy the rain of ice over your heads.
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"Son of a- GET OFF!" He started prying them off, distracted by one gripping his hair and barely noticing the icy attack until ice spikes fell around him. "AH!" He cried out in pain and held on to his wounded shoulder. Seriously! When did he become Asch's target?!
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"Protego!" Sirius shouted, far too late to be much help. Taking a nasty gash to the thigh himself, he ducked under the shield spell and watched the rest of the icicles bounce off. He hissed. That really smarted, and he hadn't even got one full on.
All right, then. It was time to end this and shut the jelly blobs up again. Dropping the shield spell got Sirius immediately swatted across the back of the head with an icicle caught out mid-bounce, so he squinted to try and bring Luke's brother back into focus. After firing off a jet of shimmering light and a few choice words along with the usual Latin, Sirius hoped he'd aimed at the right one.
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...and then something black and red flitted out from between a couple bubbles, heading straight for Sirius as it chirped angrily, trying to peck at his eyes. Yes, his spell had hit the right "brother", and at the moment? Asch was one very pissed off cockatiel.
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Where was he anyway? He watched rather colorful bird zip by towards Sirius squawking rather loudly. It was like a bird version of Asc-... "A-Asch?!" He stares wide eyed as the creature zipped down to maul it's mark. Yup that had to be Asch... but how?!
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Now, to get the poyos quieted and see to Luke's shoulder.
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Even a few of his poyos seemed to settle down as they all stared at the bird boy flapping around his cage. "He's not gonna be happy when he gets outta there..." He and some of his and Asch's poyos shook their heads.
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Then he remembered Luke's shoulder. Sirius opted not to figure out which Luke to point the wand at and sat down. "Here, bring over that arm. And the rest of those jelly thingies, too."
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For a moment, he fluttered down on the perch in the cage, an idea striking his little bird brain. He tried reaching out to Luke, flowing their unfortunate connection in an effort to at least make him pay for this... but no such luck. Luke might have felt a little tingle in the back of his mind, but that was about all Asch could manage.
Of course, this only pissed him off even more, and he continued to flap about, angrily attacking his cage.
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"Oh, right you're a healer to." He stood up and made his way over to Sirius. The poyos following so close he nearly tripped on them a few times. They were terrifed that much was for sure.
He felt a slight tickle in his mind and glanced over to the birdcage. "Um... you do know how to change him back right...?" Sure he was a jerk but he was still his... well... lets just say he owed him.
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Sirius managed to stop the bleeding, but it probably twinged a bit. It was sort of like a magical cauterizing. It wouldn't scar, but it wouldn't be pleasant either.
After hexing all the poyos asleep again, Sirius dropped back onto the ground with a sigh. That was a fun but exhausting hour. He picked the conversation up just where they'd left off, as though nothing had happened.
"So, what's your story then?" He added, "I thought you were a muggle at first."
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He pulled his coat back on and gave an awkward fidget at the question. Damn... thought he managed to escape that in the ruckus. Would have been the one good thing out of all this! ... Well that and sleeping poyos. "Nm, nothing too interesting." His eyes refusing to make contact. "Just- muggle?" Well that didn't sound very nice. His eyes moving back up to Sirius' face. "Why would you think I'm a muggle? ...W-what's a muggle anyway...?"
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