Susan and Shaun had been cobbling together a guidebook to Hogwarts when the WART broadcasted. The idea was to put together something that would help ease Liz’s transition, whenever she arrived; both of them knew that Liz was definitely not the sort of person who would take some of the weird shit here easily
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Jaime had to circle Hogwarts at least twice before he found a window that opened into an empty corridor. He'd picked up a few familiar energy signatures, but after his last encounter decided to play it smart and make a discreet entrance so he wouldn't be blindsided again.
This idea worked for all of thirty seconds, and then two strangers stepped out of the wall and made him jump back three feet. No, wait, not strangers, that was Shaun, the guy who got dragged into yoga, and Susan - wait dear god no that was not Susan. As he noticed the visible physical changes, the scarab practically screamed in terror - about as much as it had when faced with the Lains, if not more.
As Susan turned those black eyes towards him, the only response Jaime could muster was a weak, "Oh, God no."
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Susan and Shaun looked at him, their glances unnervingly syncronized. JAIME, Susan said--even in this state she knew him. JAIME, HOW...NICE TO SEE YOU. There was something undeniably predatory in her expression, and she advanced on him with the silent stalk that was her grandfather's trademark.
Shaun recognized Jaime as well, regarding him thoughtfully. The guy wasn't a zombie, obviously...but maybe Susan could change that. Maybe she could make people be zombies, just so he could kill them.... The fact that the school had, well, a no-kill rule, was completely lost on him at the moment--he just wanted to hit something with the cricket bat. Hard.
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Every once in a blue moon, Jaime and the scarab actually agreed on something, and this was one of those rare times. Right now, he could completely identify with the need to RUN THE HELL AWAY. "Nice," he repeated weakly. "That's one word for it."
Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit - Through the panic, his mind was racing. The no-kill spell was still intact, he'd noted that when he went out the window. So she couldn't kill him, right? Then he remembered what she'd told him: "My grandfather is that world's Death." If that's what she was now - would the no-kill spell even apply to her? (Shaun and the cricket bat were barely registering on his radar, as was the fact that he'd just gotten outed to yet another person ( ... )
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Susan stopped in front of Jaime, taking in his justifiably terrified expression. Shaun took up position just behind him, cricket bat still in hand, but he wasn't going to use it just yet--that armor looked a bit too durable. For now, he was content to watch, like a spectator at a football match. He'd get his turn soon enough, surely.
Susan looked over Jaime's shoulder at him, and with a feral smile snapped her fingers again. Time came rushing back, heralded by the last thundering crashes of stone.
((Feel free to have Jaime either dodge or smack right into Susan))
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Susan and Shaun, in their continuining quest for mayhem and pie, were moving with little rhyme or reason through the classrooms and corridors. They rarely bothered to actually follow said corridors--walking through the walls was so much easier. Normally, Susan tried to obey the laws of physics, but her current self didn't even see them as guidelines ( ... )
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"What game are you playing?"
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AND SO FAR HAVEN'T FOUND MUCH PREY, Susan put in, as the Voice subsumed her normal speech yet again. HUNTING ISN'T ANY FUN IF YOU DON'T CATCH ANYTHING. I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU'VE RUN ACROSS ANYONE, HAVE YOU? She wanted to attack, to...well, to play with someone, as a cat might play with a mouse. She could not, however, attack one of her fellows, and this made her antsy. AND AT SOME POINT THERE WILL BE PIE, she added, apropos of nothing.
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