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

[726 Anderson]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[After reading the letter, Slugger peeks inside the package... then re-reads the note and wonders what exactly this was supposed to mean.]

[726 Anderson]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[It's just ground up meat.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

There was a reason I never bothered with Ankh-Morpork's unorganized crime.

[Susan doesn't even bother looking inside.]

I don't have time for all of these archenemies; there are only so many hours in a day I'm willing to devote to inane babbling. It's like I'm collecting children's toys.

Aw, BM actually likes the cut of her jib. This was his way of complimenting

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

She knew there was a reason she disliked compliments.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

So it's Black Mage, the Major, and the Doctor. [Indeed, he knows about the Doctor, too. Slugger wonders what Teatime would have thought.]

Anyone else?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

...Teatime still counts, even if he's not here anymore. And I'm rather expecting your favorite teacher to dive off the deep end someday; it will certainly happen if Nina's ever droned.

[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.

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

She'll find it before then.

[He hands it to her carefully.]

Shovel?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Susan pauses for a few moments.]

Not here. As these things go, she'd decide to hunt for hidden treasure the moment we were done.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Right. To the park?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

To the park.

[She echoes with an air of annoyance.]

I'd rather avoid the heavy labor if I can help it. Can you phase through the ground, Slugger?

thread jack

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

[Before they can go though, they might notice a young man walking over.]

Excuse me, this might be a rather odd question. But is your ....pony alive?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

I can. But with the meat...

[sounding unsure. Slugger knows he can't teleport with living things, but since this was no longer a living thing, perhaps it was worth a shot. At the unexpected sound of Johan's voice, Slugger looks up.]

Mr. Liebert? [Did Johan know something about this?] You got something, too?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Johan. ...Not exactly the worst person to see right now, but not the best, either. Susan deftly takes a step forward, her cloak subtly wrapping around the arm that held the bag. She'll take a moment to glance off to the side.]

...Yes. Yes, Pinkie Pie's fine.

[And because Susan hasn't gotten where she is without picking up on some subtleties of nuance, she'll aim a piercing glance at Johan.]

Shall I assume yours isn't?

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

[Johan, as always seems calm and un-phased.]

From the state we found the backyard in, I would say no.

[He glances over at Slugger.]

You've mentioned the Black Mage before.