12th Atrocity - Friendship Is F@#$ing Magic

[soangryicouldtinkle]

[To the members of 836 Hastings Boulevard]
((OOC permission granted by Rarity-mun))

[When you get home from work and classes on Monday, you may notice something is different about your back yard.

It might be that it now looks like someone redecorated it with unicorn blood and fur.

Most of the flesh and bones are missing.

Whoever did this enjoyed their work, far too much

They even did some finger painting of the happy family with the blood.]


[Front porch of 502 Ricardo Street]

[A blood soaked, wrapped package has been left for you. It has a note, "To Pokey", on it.]
Dear Pokey, I leave this gift of hamburger meat to show there are no hard feelings.
PS. Can your living robot come out to play again?
-Black Mage

[Front porch of 726 Anderson Lane]

[A blood soaked, wrapped package has also been left here. It has a note for, "Bat boy and Sword Woman".]
Dear murderous sociopaths, I leave this gift of Unicor hamburger meat to show there are no hard feelings. Keep up the good work.
-Black Mage


[Action | Around town]

[Black Mage is walking around town in his new green bed sheets and a bloody horn sticking out of his paper bag.

That horn might look familiar.

He is muttering and chanting, waving his hands in the air, and getting frustrated.]

Why won't this work! I think I got the words right.

You'd think a unicorn horn would be perfect for dealing with dimensional magic!

Comments

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Yeah... [He'll agree, distantly, with that. He's been on the border of trusting Johan, but if Nina goes, that will change everything. Slugger peers at the blood-soaked package again.]

I wonder who it was.

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to bend space here and open a way out of this stupid town.

What are you, some sort of paladin?

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[No one ever said BM ever went too easy on people...

Glaring at the source of all his pain for today.]

Eye... beams!

[Heat lasers shooting from his eyes at his intended victim.]

[downtoearthpony.livejournal.com]

[And just as Black Mage almost finishes that sentence, here's Applejack pivoting on her front legs to give a double-legged kick just under his chin to send him up and away from Rainbow Dash. Guess the crackle of electricity (and screaming) was a good cover for a galloping pony.]

You leave mah friends alone!!

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

Apparently, someone named "Black Mage". I'm not sure who he is or why he's leaving packages like this on our lawn.

[foalingaround.livejournal.com]

[It's surprising enough that Rainbow Dash hasn't passed out yet, even more of a surprise that she's still struggling to stand with little success. Everything hurt like nothing she's ever experienced before. Still, she's relieved to see Applejack showing up, even if this was a dangerous situation.]

A-Applejack, look out!

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[Oh dark and nameless gods! Why do people keep kicking him?

BM doesn't even get a say in this as he goes airborn. Crashing into bushes in someone's yard.]

We need... a glue factory... around here...

Around Town | 1/2

[nyanpire]

[It's another lovely day in Mayfield, and Nyanpire is skipping about like he normally does, in search of snacks and cuddles and fun and all that cute stuff. And he must be on the right track, because his sensitive kitty nose can smell blood!

Blood is still the BEST even if he's temporarily not all that jazzed about drinking it.]

Nyaa, blood, blood, yay...?

[And then the smell he's picking up isn't nearly as nice. It's coming from that man in the dirty clothes with the paper bag and...]

Around Town | 2/2

[nyanpire]

[W-what's that on his forehead?]

N-nyaa?

[He stops short, and stands there, staring wide-eyed at Black Mage.

And he sniffs again.]

R-Rarity...?

[downtoearthpony.livejournal.com]

[Applejack is on guard, keeping herself between the bushes Black Mage landed in and Rainbow Dash. She came upon them just as Black Mage zapped Dash, so she's ready to move the minute she sees him spark again, though being ready and being faster than lightning are two different things she should be worried about. Much as she wants to turn to check on her friend, she doesn't take her eyes off those bushes.]

Ah'll be careful, Dash. You okay though? Think you can fill me in about what the hay this is all about?

[foalingaround.livejournal.com]

[Rainbow Dash staggers upright, leaning against a nearby tree for support.]

It's...it's Rarity, he did something to Rarity. He's got her horn.

[If Rarity wasn't dead, she was severely hurt somewhere. Rainbow Dash has a hard time believing Rarity survived though.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Who what wa-- Oh.

[Susan takes a brief glance.]

...............

I have the sinking feeling this is one of Pinkie Pie's friends. Are there many other unicorns running around town?

RE: [Around town]

[taser-facial.livejournal.com]

[ Sokora can, oftentimes, be found wandering the town, looking for new - and friendly - people to introduce himself to. This latest gent, however, seems to be of the opposite sort he'd normally consider. Nonetheless, the evident unicorn horn definitely demands some comment, and so he approaches the robed individual. He waits until those eldritch statements are (however temporarily) completed, and wanders forth.]

Ah... pardon me, but you seem to have something on your face, there.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Maybe we should... hide it.

[Should Pinkie discover this, it could either lead to some uncontrollable blubbering or to accidental cannibalism of the most sparkly sort.]

502 Ricardo

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Trust him.

He didn't want it.]

[753 Partridge Drive]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Hey Black Mage. There's someone banging on your door.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

...I would suggest a scientific inquiry testing to see if it would disappear when the victim revived, but it seems to be in poor taste.

[Susan will reach for the bag.]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

Oh, look, at talking cat.

Here kitty, kitty, kitty.

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[Being BM is suffering.

The world is pain.

Time to hurt people.

He comes limping out of the bushes. Very battered and broken under his robes.]

That's... it!

Time... to beat... a dead horse.

Re: [Around town]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you do too, but at least mine isn't permanently attached!

Ooooh! Burn!

[From the smelly little man who wears a bag over his head.]

[753 Partridge Drive]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[Wakes up cranky the next morning.]

Hey! Prince!

...

Useless.

[So he goes to answer the door, using his blue sheets again.

Muttering as he does.]

This better be good.

[753 Partridge Drive]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, that kind of depends on a few things. See, Pokey's got the box of "hamburger" meat in his left hand, and a bat in the right.

He'll be jabbing the bat into BM's stomach as hard as he can as he tries to force his way inside.]

What is this crap?

Re: [753 Partridge Drive]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[Ow! Okay, BM is stumbling back as he notices his present.]

Unicorn meat! It was a gift, you jerk. You know how rare that crap is?

[753 Partridge Drive]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Unicorn meat.

[Pokey has to say it to himself for a moment. He'll believe it...for now. Because he really wants to believe it's just some unicorn he doesn't know and not one of the people he cares about. Especially since the little freak knows where he lives. And his name.

He'll just be dropping the gift beside BM.]

Alright. Second question. How do you know my name and where I live?

Re: [753 Partridge Drive]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you know, the kind you get when you grind up a unicorn because you don't want to pay her.

[Shrugging when he drops the meat.]

More for me.

Now, as for where you live.

You know, sometimes I get bored and I like to watch people sleep.

Sometimes I torture drone school children for giggles.

Sometimes, I watch kids talk to their friends.