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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[Dave tells himself he wasn't looking for the old man, because he probably wasn't. Jade and Rose haven't been answering his attempts at communication for days now, so he'd gotten worried when the attack hit home at the eastern dorm. The worst thing would be for them to get caught in any crossfire, so here he is-- playing knightboy as he traverses the halls looking for the dumbfucks that thought they had a right to get rough on his turf.
Here's two of them and he's lucky to have turned a corner that led him to standing behind the younger. Something's familiar about that tone and that ice-blonde hair, but he can't remember the name for the life of him. Whatever. They'd only spoken once or something. He won't spare him much sympathy.
Caledscratchis in his hand and Dave was going to attack without the cheesy pseudo-avenger talk. He was! Then he realized who it is these bastards have surrounded. No good.]
Hey, grandpa. Glad I could come save your ass.
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The voice is vaguely familiar, but he doesn’t bother - have time - to dwell on that, his attention is immediately taken by the blade in the other’s hands. He lifts his wand - for one moment, one ridiculous moment, he thinks of Moody - Crounch Jnr., whoever - and his exclamation of how cowardly it was to attack someone from behind -] Expelliarmus! [It occurs to him, as he’s partway through calling out incantation, that it might be more effective to immobilise the boy, but he doesn’t want that weapon anywhere near him and if, if he has to rely on that, then he’s hardly going to be a threat without it. Non-wizarding ( ... )
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Don't talk to my son like that is a thing Lucius didn't get an opportunity to say before the dynamic became more complicated, and so he hopes the sentiment is made clear when a flash of red leaps from his wand to catch Giles' low at his torso -- a flash of bone-deep pain, fiery, and Lucius maintains it with a point of his wand that he twists in the air, as if it were a knife buried in that same location.
"Enough!!" he barks through the room, though he keeps up the suffering as he glowers from his end of the hallway. His other hand comes up, opens, and shows the token trapped against his palm by a thumb. "You must know what we want. If you've nothing to surrender, then yield."
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"I don't have any," he gasps out, staggering forward a step. A hand reflexively covers his stomach, to protect the wound, but of course there isn't any blood and nothing's spilling out. "And if I... did, this wouldn't g--get you them. Bloody bastards." Giles starts to get a hold on the pain, to adjust to it within his mind, and adds, looking at Dave, "Could really... use that saving now."
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Don't worry, Mr. Giles, Dave has this one-hundred percent under control. That bolt of power coming out of Dickwad Jr.'s wand does the trick and his hand snaps open, allowing Caledscratch to fly rapidly behind him. Almost as soon as its out of the kid's hand, the blade shifts and-- there's only half of it left. Eh. Explanations can wait until much later when nobody's about to have a snake thrown in their face.]
Whoa-- [That back bend of Dave's to dodge the reptile? That's a movie involving people hooked up into machines-worthy. Mad flexibility up in here-- at least when the other option is venomy bites.]
Hold out. I'm gonna take out the kid first.
[And now he's racing toward the 'kid' (who must be older than him), weaponless until he's moving to slash horizontal at his middle. None of his hits are plotted out to be lethal-- if anything, he'd like the idiot to move out of the way so he can get to grandpa and stop his magical bout of hemorrhoids
Now he's got a more whimsical blade in his hands, by the way. Let's ( ... )
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Crucio! [Red light this time. Aim takes a backseat, and he utters the spell almost before he’s had time to think about it - hasn’t thought about it - the conviction isn’t really there; he’s really only interested in ensuring that he doesn’t end up hurt or otherwise injured. It’s an ironic, if not hypocritical aim, all considered.]
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Black rope spins out the end of Lucius' wand, tangling through the air to Giles in a simple incarcerous hex which has thus far proven useful -- distracted, though, and so the living-ish ropes do not immediately bind the other man. They go for the throat to coil tight, its rough texture burning against skin as it tightens -- but it can and will be manhandled away.
But this is the least of Lucius' concern. He moves passed Giles' at a careless shove, a hissed out of my way scraping imperious from his throat. "Impedimenta!" is a lot louder, designed to throw Dave back with as much force as Dave bears down on them--
And of course, if that doesn't work, if it misses in Lucius' own haste, his hand is already closing on Draco's sleeve and pulling him-- and himself-- out of their enemy's path.
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He's been attacked by a lot of different things - truly an incredible variety - but this is a first, and it trips him up for the moment. But he's getting annoyed at being so readily discounted, no matter how true it is, and with them both focusing on Dave it should leave him an opening. At this point Giles doesn't care how crass it is to try to punch someone in the back of the head, even a teenage boy. Sometimes you just have to knock people out.
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The first spell hits him straight in the gut and-- oh. He feels that-- feels every cell revolting against the mere act of standing on his own two feet. A full body shudder wracks through him, the kind that has thin limbs wavering all over the place-- human jello, topped with whipped aching. He'd be screaming if he still thought in terms of personal discomfort during fights. Dave would thank Big Blonde if he could for launching that second attack. When it throws him into the hallway wall, the first whatever from Little Blonde gets all short-circuited. Wires cross and Dave doesn't hear any bones crunching as he slides down to his ass, feet yet flat on the ground.]
Ow.
[Dave frowns, all rough like his lips haven't curved in the decade. Someone coat that mouth in oil or it's bound to creak.]
Shit. Rose would love this.
[Yeah, two-- er-- wizards? That's a hairy situation. But he's vaguely fond of grandpa, so he'll keep up the good fight. In one smooth flip, he's back on his feet and shaken ( ... )
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Even though he's not in Sburb, he's got this dumb intuition link with Dave like the best of a Lifetime special, and despite this shitty island trying to cap his abilities, he's heading up the instant Dave gets struck.
There seconds later, another figure in the cramped hallway. Much taller than Dave but still sporting some ridiculous shades and a mass of bright blonde hair.
And a katana.]
Shit. We LARPing now?
[He's already poised to attack and it doesn't take long to figure out who the enemy in the situation is; there's a direct charge at Lucius, not aiming to kill him but the blade'll slice the air precariously close. A pretty clear indication to back off, yet deftly avoiding Dave's lunge, as if this whole thing were practiced. Some choreographed piece of shit they worked on all week, but nope.
Just pure Swag.]
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And then he’s reminded of Giles’ presence rather suddenly and forcefully.
He’s never been particularly physical - he’s always had Crabbe and Goyle for that, and he’s always been too small, his build too slight, not to mention how entirely undignified it would be for someone like him to get involved in physical scraps like some pathetic muggle who knew no better. The blow makes him feel slightly sick, and he immediately moves to check that he’s not bleeding or something, his penchant for melodrama doing him absolutely no favours before turning to face Giles.]
Petrificus Tota-. [He doesn’t get as far as finishing the spell before hearing the third voice, though he doesn't bother to look at who it is; it's not his aunt, so it hardly matters. His attention ( ... )
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He misses entirely Draco getting a punch to the head by the time a new voice has entered the dynamic, turning sharp and immediately pointing his wand -- the disarming spell cracks like electricity through the air towards the second Strider to knock his weapon from his hand, his attention focused first on the one he'd believe to be disabled less before he turns to confront the first as flashing steel-- or whatever these things are made of, where did they come from anyway-- stabs through the air as Draco shouts the less formal of his titles. There's a sharp, guttural yell from Lucius, although all that's wrapped around Dave's blade is churning black smog by the time it's done ( ... )
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He realizes that avada kedavra sounds like abracadabra, an old Aramaic spell for vanquishing illness, for destroying-that-which-is-before-you but it's twisted here, somehow, he never heard that it was supposed to be green--
In movies you have time to say something, to yell a protest or a warning when someone is about to die. But as Giles knows from experience... in real life, you just stand there. You stand there and the next moment it's your fault and they're dead.
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Dave's never thought of him that way.
His brother or that guy but never in the way.
Anyway.
Big Blonde is lucky Dave isn't any older or more cocksure. He'd be skewered if the boy was running on longer legs. Because of his age and because magic-- which exists here for sure-- there's black smoke on the Knight's machete when it should have hit a homerun. Fucking wizards.
Next time he sees Rose he's giving her a harder time than granite.]
Runnin'? For real?
[The timetables whir a whispering suggestion of ( ... )
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Wait, what the fuck.
Bro glances over at Dave. Sees him start to fall. But it can't be that bad, just some spark that knocked him off his feet a little. Right?]
Yo--
[Pause ( ... )
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