Open RP: Trick or treat... or just trick.

[makeminemayday]

May had just gotten out of the shower after a workout, and was perusing her closet when she overheard the WART broadcast. She smirked when her request was played and as she puttered around, the smirk became devious.

Comments

[cosmicteddy]

It wasn't that Michael didn't ward his room, because he did. He took great care to, in fact. But though he was an archangel he was not infallible, and a part of the ward was that anyone who needed to get in would. His intentions had of course been good. Leaving his door open to make his room a safe haven for anyone who needed it, and providing an understanding listener to any problem that might come up at this school... Heaven was not particularly religious, but Michael had created a church

[makeminemayday]

((Considering what the knife is, I think it'll set her spider-sense off. That okay? *figures its energy would be enough* Have to run to class after this tag, will be extremely sporadic til maybe 11 your time.))

Oh, wow, this was just too easy.

In retrospect, that should have clued her in.

May perched on the windowsill nimbly, glancing over at the oblivious man before reaching out to touch the top of the glass case. It adhered to her hand easily, and she lifted it straight up, reaching out for the knife - and then jerked her hand back immediately as her spider-sense went off. Was it booby-trapped?

She didn't lose her balance or drop the case, but the sudden movement required her to shift her weight slightly and the window frame creaked.

[cosmicteddy]

((Of course! No problem. =) ))

Michael stopped singing. He didn't turn around, though. He felt as the glass case slid off and wrinkled his nose slightly, sensing the energy of the knife. It was something he was well accostumed to, that knife. It had been kept in the library vault back in Heaven until very recently, when he'd brought it back to Heaven to investigate it. A lot of very nasty energy had been pulled into it, and Michael was involved in a project to draw it out, like poison from a wound.

"I would put the case back on if I were you," he said gently, not even reproachfully. "You shouldn't touch the knife." It was a young woman, he reckoned. And there was something not quite right about her... Quite peculiar. No demon, but certainly not completely human. Someone who had gotten a little too close to the Opposition, perhaps.

[makeminemayday]

((I thought I tagged to this, but I forgot - I hadn't hit Submit when the lab computer shut itself down. Sorry.))

Evil did not make May stupid, and she couldn't ignore the buzz of the spider-sense that told her that touching it was a Very Bad Idea. Still, she couldn't help but chafe a bit at his chiding, and let go of the glass case, which clattered and rattled a bit precariously but miraculously stayed on. "You shouldn't leave dangerous things sitting out so close to an open window, old man," she sneered, eyes searching the room for anything else that was valuable that didn't potentially give off vibes of Extreme Nastiness.

Didn't mean she wasn't up for a fight, but honestly? No point if there wasn't any profit in it. There were only so many unwarded rooms in Hogwarts, after all.

[themountie]

May, of course, wasn't the only one afoot -- the entire point of the broadcast had been to turn the school into such a war zone that no one would notice the Mountie going on a looting spree. So far, he was doing pretty well for himself; the little adventure he was planning to have after this was looking nicer and nicer by the moment. And, really, he'd spent two years living in the slums and two years living in his office, wasn't it time he did something nice for himself?

The upshot of this was that competition would not be particularly appreciated. At all.

He was currently in the act of breaking into an as-yet-untouched room, jimmying the lock with some of the wire he carried in his Sam Brown. He didn't know whose it was. He didn't much care. He was just hoping there was enough inside to buy a nice sound system for the cabin.

[makeminemayday]

((I assume an attack is OK? She'll probably try to keep it quiet, not being stupid, so there may be webbing involved.))

At the same time, May had managed to circumvent the lock on the window - thanks to a little bit of time and repelling and attracting the latch with a finger for a minute or two before it opened.

She silently crept into the darkened room, and was about to start rifling through the drawers when she heard the sound of the lock being jimmied. Not being unlocked - there was a distinct difference there. "Dammit," she hissed, whirling.

Competition already? Okay, no. This was not going to be tolerated. No way. Quickly, she darted back to the window, closing but not locking it before retreating into the shadows not far from the door. Whoever was trying to horn in on her turf had another thing coming, and she'd show them a thing or two.

She crouched in the shadows, ready to pounce on the hapless intruder.

[themountie]

Fraser didn't have Mayday's super-senses, but his own were about as well-attuned as a human's could be. Had it not been for the noise of the lock, he might even have heard her speak -- although lucky for her, the wire was far too loud for that. He twisted it in the lock, then twisted it again, wiggled it carefully, and-- there. He was in. Fraser glanced around to make sure no one had seen him, then entered the room.

Which was occupied.

Huh.

Fraser's eyes weren't as good as his ears, but he was trained to notice things, and it was hard not to notice an entire other person being in the room. Even if he hadn't seen her he'd have heard her, smelled her. Humans were really very obvious creatures, when you got right down to it.

"Good afternoon," he said evenly, not missing a beat. "Can I help you?"

[makeminemayday]

Well, so much for the element of surprise. Asshole.

For answer, she launched herself at him, easily clearing the furniture and aiming a kick right at his head. Just to see how good his reflexes were before wasting web-fluid on him.

[ra_tilt_chimera]

Zel didn't bother to ward his room, since he didn't have much apart from his sword and a rather frightened cat, who was very sensibly hiding under the bed. This was because the radio had been on, and Zel being evil tended towards excessive amounts of violence when he got the opportunity. The no-kill spell precluded disembowelling people or grinding their minds to powder, so he was a little... irritable at the moment.

[makeminemayday]

After the (admittedly kind of fun, but still tiring) little fight she'd had earlier, May was being a bit more cautious with her entrances.

So instead of just breaking right in, she peered in the window and was mildly disappointed at the lack of anything valuable. She jimmied the latch and let the window swing open to get a better look, sensibly remaining on the window frame. Hmm. Then again, that sword looked like it could be worth something...

[ra_tilt_chimera]

Zel looked up, reaching for the sword automatically as he heard the window open (those ears had to be good for something). "What do you want?" he snarled. Lina the cat cowered a little further back under the bed - more evil people.

[makeminemayday]

Ooh. This guy looked interesting. Tragically broke, but he might be fun. Pity he had no manners. "Nothin' you've got, apparently," she purred, indicating the room. "Just out to have a little fun. Property damage, some ass-kicking, some... window shopping. The usual."

She cocked her head, grinning beneath the mask and waiting to see what he would do. "Trick or treat?"

[signedwithahat]

Since Trilby's room was located in Slytherin, which was located in a dungeon, leaving his window open would have quite a feat. However, his room was not warded because he didn't know how. Additionally, the door was standing open. He had stretched a thin, nearly invisble bit of fishing line across it, just above the ground, that would ring a cowbell should anyone touch it.

He was studying a book he'd picked up in the library (on using one's wand; he couldn't help but equate it to things less pure as he read) at his desk, with his back facing the door. He was listening for his little cowbell to warn him of intruders. He also had a suitcase (closed) containing a diamond necklace on a gold chain (stolen) and £400 (also stolen) wrapped up in his clothes.

[makeminemayday]

Ordinarily, the trip wire would have deterred intruders. The only flaw was that it assumed intruders would be using the floor.

There were no such tripwires on the ceiling, which was why May had very little difficulty. Homestar had made a similar mistake (although he was far, far more obvious).

She crept silently across the threshold and paused, examining the contents of the room. Either this guy was naive and stupid (which she doubted, this was Slytherin after all), or he, like the fire-throwing guy, had a few tricks up his sleeve as well. Probably a wand. The suitcase was the most obvious target, and the most likely to be booby-trapped.

So instead of reaching down to get it, she fired a web-line at the handle, to see if she could lift it up that way. Oh, she could lift it - the tensile strength of the web-fluid could handle two people - but if it was trapped in some way, she didn't much feel like losing a hand.

[signedwithahat]

In fact, Trilby had not trapped his suitcase, as he was not paranoid about such things. (The trip wire on the door notwithstanding, but his paranoia was wholly focused on the spirit of the DeFoe boy coming back to finish him off.) Instead, all items of actual value were put away in their hiding places at his London apartment. The contents of his suitcase were of little value to him in the great grand scheme of things, though he was loath to lose his hard-earned profits. Besides, there was a certain humor to having one's stolen goods stolen.

It should, however, be noted that he was keeping a distracted eye on it, and if Mayday didn't move a little faster, he would catch her.

[makeminemayday]

May had become particularly adept with web-shooters, and was thus fairly good at snagging and yanking. Once the suitcase was snagged and nothing chomped the line or tried to set it on fire (hey, it was Hogwarts, who knew?) she immediately yanked the web-line in, pulling with enough quick force to bring the suitcase up to snatch it out of the air and immediately dive for the door.

Fast? Yes. Quiet? With the speed required, probably not.