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

[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!

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

[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.

[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?

[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?

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?

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.

Nice. Five finger discounts are pretty sweet.

[He'd find this a lot more amusing if it wasn't Black Mage.

He just pauses after that explanation BM. And just stares.

Before taking another swing at BM's head with the bat as hard as he can.]

[One day BM will learn to be agile.

Today is not that day.

BAM, he hits the ground hard.]

See... urgh... this is not what friends do.

You want a warning.. or... do you want... to be surprised about what comes next?

[Oh good! That's convenient. Pokey will be placing his foot on Black Mage's throat, but not pressing down hard enough to start choking him.]

We aren't friends, freak job.

Tell me. Now.

Gurk....

I'm... going to find... everyone close to you... and...

... show them...

EYEBEAMS!

[Going to try to blast Pokey in the face.

Right now not complaining about not getting necromancy or fire spells.]

[Oh. Well shit.

Pokey gives a squawk of surprise, but manages to move his head enough so that the eyebeams tear through the side of his face instead of dead-on. Which still hurts like hell enough that he takes his foot off Black Mage's throat.

He should run. He needs to get out or he's going to die and that'd be pointless. But he can't move. He simply can't will himself to leave.

And for once? It isn't out of fear. Not really.

He's enraged. Just utterly enraged that Black Mage would threaten that, and can probably make good on it no matter what he does, but Pokey has to DO something about it. It's the first time he's really felt the need to act on protecting others, on protecting and helping his friends.

Either he dies or, or Black Mage does. So while his foot isn't on BM's throat? Still taking another swing at Black Mage's head with his bat.]

[A noble cause.

Luckily BM doesn't take hits well at all, trying to pull something off in close combat isn't his thing.]

Bol-

[Thunk, the blow to the head stops that and he collapses again. This time just groaning.

No jokes at the moment.]

[Really? You don't like close combat Black Mage?

Well ain't that a bitch.

Pokey will just be trying to strike him in the head over and over and over.]

[BM tries to get some breathing space, but it isn't in the cards.

Pokey will get to see BM go still after a couple more blows. No more groaning, no more breathing.]

[Pokey doesn't really pay attention. All he knows is that the Mage is down, and he needs to keep him down. So he just keeps swinging for a moment, unaware that the Mage is already gone, or appears to be so.

It's only after a few seconds or so more of swinging that he finally stops, shivering and shaking at what he's done. It...really isn't going to solve the problem in the long run, but hopefully it'll give the Mage pause before he tries to start shit with the people who mean something to him.

Pokey stares for just a moment more before, finally, running out of the house, bat in hand.]

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