10/15/2012

[notvelour]

WHO: Open to any persona user!
WHERE: The street between the school and the dorms.
WHEN: October 15th, 2012. Just past midnight.
WHY: Idk, ask the snorlax demon.

Comments

Re: /creeps on

[isolatedscholar]

Lawrence wandered down the stairs slowly, but with purpose. He tried as much as he could not to make a sound that could alert any unwanted attention, but at the rate he was going he'd definitely miss Lynne and whatever she'd gotten involved in. He started skipping steps, being very careful of not falling down the stairs. That certainly wouldn't go over well for him. He couldn't help but feel strange as he went down the stairs to the first floor... like he was being followed. But who would follow him? He was certain Ezra was asleep; there's no way he would make such a simple error. He was also positive Ezra wouldn't want anything more to do with him with the way things had been going between the two as of late

[isolatedscholar]

...What? Had he heard Lynne correctly? She had said it in a completely matter-of-fact way, without so much as blinking and yet somehow, Lawrence couldn't help but feel like she was still telling him a lie. This was leagues worse than what he originally conjured up in his mind with ritualistic sacrifice, dark robes and magical summoning circles. Who in the world would believe something so absolutely... bizarre?

He scratched his head, furrowed his brow, and decided once more to turn his gaze to Ezra. With an annoyed tone, he spoke, "Ezra... I really do hope you have a better story than this to tell. Lynne clearly has an extremely vivid imagination."

[cemetaryeyes]

A halfhearted shrug was Lawrence's answer. The cat was out of the bag, so there was no taking it back now. It might have actually worked in their favor, judging from Lawrence's incredulous look. "Sorry to disappoint, 'cause that's about the gist of it. Call us LARPers, weirdos, whatever you want if you don't believe us. People have gotten hurt, yes, but that's what you get when you mess with eldritch abominations." His expression was completely serious, in part because he didn't want to risk cracking an inappropriate smirk at the expressions on Lawrence's face and set him off about being suspicious again. "Satisfied? Can we go deal with one now?" And if Lawrence was thinking of including himself in that 'we', all bets were off.

[isolatedscholar]

They both had the same story. If this was a lie... it was an extremely well-crafted one. Lawrence had but one option remaining, and it was a gamble. If they were telling the truth, and if there was a demon outside... he could get hurt very badly. What's worse, he could even get killed. But there was only one way to determine for sure if they were lying.

With a heavy sigh, Lawrence responded, "Very well then. You leave me no choice. If there is indeed a... demon... outside... and you are here to vanquish it, then I would like to see just that. Then... and only then... will I admit that I was wrong about this whole situation."

A thought weighed heavily on his mind as he spoke. If Lawrence was wrong... what exactly could all of this mean?

[pen_vs_laptop]

Wait - what? Lawrence was actually giving them a chance on this one? Lawrence had laughed in her face for using star gazing as an excuse, she hadn't expected him to give them this much slack on the truth of all things. She'd been hoping he'd just write them off but if he was implying what she thought he was implying, this brought them right back to the original problem of getting rid of him.

"See it," Lynne said carefully. "Like...from the window?”

[isolatedscholar]

Lawrence's eyes narrowed as he cracked a smile. Something about Lynne's careful tone told him that he now had the advantage. "Oh no, no, you misunderstand me. You mean to vanquish it, do you not? That is what I want to see. I want to be there while you vanquish it, and witness with my own two eyes the truth of your story... and no, I cannot say a window will do. I have to be there with you. To put it simply... I want to see you fight it."

[cemetaryeyes]

Ugh, that smile again. Just when he was starting to think they'd shut him up with his demands, too. He brought a hand up to the bridge of his nose and pinched. Ezra couldn't help it, although the worst of the anger had left him. "Yeah, well, the vanquishing might have to wait," he bit out before turning towards Lynne with a less edgy tone. "I was hoping... we might be able to talk to it first. It's not exactly hurting anyone by sleeping out there, yet." This might actually work out... and he couldn't believe he was actually humoring Lawrence, but if they managed to pull it off, Lawrence would be in a lot less danger as well. "He could stay behind us..." Ezra continued, before glancing back at the source of their frustration with a glare. "I mean it. If we haven't convinced you yet, this is dangerous."

[pen_vs_laptop]

The 'yet' was not lost on Lynne; there wasn't a guarantee that the demon wouldn't attack them when it woke up. Lily had mentioned that some demons were open to negotiation and while it made some sense to Lynne that not all demons wanted to tear them to shreds, her initial encounter with demons made her a little sceptic. Still, she supposed there was no harm in asking, even if all they got was claws and fangs in response.

"I guess we could give it a try," Lynne said to Ezra. "I mean, if we could talk it into leaving or picking another sleeping spot and avoid a fight, that'd be a lot easier for all of us."

And by that, she also meant keeping Lawrence out of danger.

[isolatedscholar]

Lawrence stared at both Lynne and Ezra with a confused stare. "Negotiate? With a demon? Are you crazy? Will it not just pound you into a bloody pulp? Ah, no, wait, don't tell me there is such a thing as a demon with a heart of gold and a stern moral complex!" He laughed heartily as he conjured the thought in his mind. A demon that could be negotiated with! How absurd!

After this brief and rare moment of laughter, Lawrence made a slight sigh, straightened himself up and cleared his throat. His arrogant, smug look was gone, and there was only a resolved stare in its place. "Of course, if it does not work I am very well aware of the danger. Regardless, it falls on me to discover the truth and for that I will go to any length." He paused for a brief moment, looking from Lynne to Ezra and continued. "After all... what value is a single life when compared to the pursuit of the truth?"

Sorry for edits

[pen_vs_laptop]

Lynne had to bite on her tongue to keep from commenting about just how much she doubted Lawrence was 'well aware of the danger'. She remembered her reaction to the afanc in the gym and she doubted that if someone had told her 'you will meet a mutant-beaver and a goblin in detention' she would be completely calm or prepared.

"A lot, actually," Lynne said, managing to keep most of the edge out of her voice but she still clenched a fist. She really did not like this situation, or specifically, the cause of this situation, especially that cause's laugh and attitude. "That means you have to stay back and if talking doesn't work out and we start getting beat to a 'bloody pulp', you have to get out there."

[cemetaryeyes]

Ezra bristled at Lawrence's careless words. Jumping to conclusions really seemed to be a thing of his, which Ezra couldn't say he was very impressed by. Of course, neither of the two groups knew all that much about their enemy but Lawrence didn't know that. "It can't be any worse than you," he muttered lowly under his breath before turning away to open the door. Lynne had the rest of it covered, really, but he couldn't help but tack some snark onto the end of her warning before they left the relative safety of the dorms

[isolatedscholar]

Lawrence approached the place where he assumed the slumbering troll was with Lynne and Ezra. He examined his surroundings as he did, making sure that nobody was hiding in the shadows to ambush him. Despite how far the argument had come, he still couldn't trust these two until their names were fully clear.

He crossed his arms as he observed Ezra call out to the "demon" with yet another arrogant smirk. After all he'd said about understanding the danger involved in what they were doing, he still felt that this was all one big hoax, and soon he would be proven right in all circumstances. The thought of this sat well in his mind. He would let this go on as long as they wanted to. Eventually, they would yield to him.

/FLOPS IN OUT OF NOWHERE, NOTHING UNUSUAL HERE (why did I just write all this dfasdfasd)

[pixelsnlines]

Anthony was usually up this late regardless of curfew or the undeniable fact that he would be required to wake up for classes in a few hours. Truth was, he had been watching the window thoughtfully for a while now, the sleeping troll not having gone overlooked by his obnoxious attention for detail. He knew it was there. The problem was whether or not he wanted to do anything about it. His phone sat silent and untouched in his pocket, though there were a few moments when his fingers twitched for him to fish it out and text someone. It was easier to pretend he knew nothing, and let someone else discover the giant sleeping mass blocking the road. Ivors could call a bulldozer, among other useful equipment, by then -- much more useful than anything Anthony could conjure

adgsykauga xD

[pen_vs_laptop]

Lynne jolted with a short cry. She instinctively rushed a few steps away; she had been so focused on the demon she hadn't heard anyone else let alone been aware he'd creept up so close. However, when her mind kicked in, she stopped herself, face flushing in the dark from embarassment.

"Anthony?"

ahaha <3

[cemetaryeyes]

Ezra couldn't help it - he jumped too. But just as quickly, after his eyes landed on possibly the last person he wanted to see come running to help, they rolled upwards to the heavens as if to ask, 'god, why?'. Ignoring the fact that a feeling of relief had been his second reaction... but that said far too much about Lawrence's company. "Hello, Anthony," he managed to grunt out sullenly. "You know, normally, people don't startle each other when they're so close to a giant demon." Ezra's tone and expression were of exaggerated patience as he waved at the demon behind them... who was now stirring. Once more, Ezra was all-business. His slumped shoulders stiffened at the sound of its half-asleep snorts, and he stepped forward slightly in hopes of catching its attention while the others composed themselves

[notvelour]

Troll's ears twitched and smacked its mouth. In his dreamscape, pixies danced and sang to "I Feel Pretty". A particularly cute one flew up to him ("excuse me?") and asked him to join them. Troll politely declined (an incoherent mumble in the woken world), he was more an observer than a dancer, but she insisted. They would do a tango, she said. All the other pixies cheered and encouraged him, so he had no choice but to boldly accept. With that a pair of dancing shoes, a tutu, and top hat suddenly appeared on him. He followed her (rolled over with a half-snore half-mumble) and reached forward (groped blindly) to pull his dancing partner into a tight embrace.