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soangryicouldtinkle) wrote2011-10-17 05:38 pm
soangryicouldtinkle) wrote2011-10-17 05:38 pm
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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 ofUnicor 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!
((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
-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!
Re: [Around town]
[ He scoffs again, then chuckles, this time with a sense of familiarity. ]
Hey, now, there's no need to be racist. An elf's just as much as a person as anyone else.
Re: [Around town]
And elves aren't people, they're cannon fodder.
Re: [Around town]
Well, hmm, let's see, judging by atmospheric pressure, the shift of currents along the north, and the shape of that cloud - that one right over there - I'd bet that we're going to see a majestic snowfall about a month from now.
But more importantly, clearly your education's been neglected. ONE person, no matter how skilled, can't simply open a path between TWO worlds, due to - like I said - Nash's First Law.
[ Ah, a bit of racism to go along with the rage. This will be fun. He turns slowly away, looking briefly over his shoulder at the strange little man in the nostril-killing robes. ]
But if that's the way you prefer to think, perhaps I'll leave you with the mountains of pain you're about to experience.
[Around town] Permission to cast spells against?
I've even, literally, ripped a hole in two dimensions through the force of my will back when I had full power.
I don't know who Nash is, but his law is pretty lame if it hasn't stopped me yet.
But, more importantly, you're wrong about the weather. Do you want me to point out how?
[Around town] Permission: Granted!
That's the corollary. Summoned monsters are magical in their own right. They, along with the wizard provide a necessary part of the power to cross between two worlds through a stable 'hole'.
'Course, that is just the way it works where I come from. Perhaps it's different in whatever world you're from, but, well.
And sure, if you can disprove something that'll happen one month hence.
[Around town]
[That's it, no more summoning talk because BM is pulling most of it out of his ass anyways.]
Like, right now. The chances of getting struck by lightning are pretty high.
Almost as if... BOLT 3!
[And a lightning bolt is coming down from the sky in an attempt to smite BM's current source of annoyance.]
[Around town]
Really, now. Clear sky lightning, out here in the open? That'd require quite a bit more
ZAP.
Oh, hey. Ionization.
[ For a moment he sways, clothing charred and smoking - and then he collapses on the sidewalk. ]
[Around town]
[That made more sense in his head. Still, time for the heat lasers.]
EYEBEAMS!
[Around town]
Goin-g-goin--
[ His brain cells have been disrupted, his nervous system has been broken, and all that's left is pain. Of course, that doesn't mean he's likely to forget this abuse. ]
Gaaaa---
[ And so he burns. ]
Re: [Around town]
...for talking.
[With that, the wretched little man walks off.]
[Around town]
[ Well... Good. Now there's something else on Sokora's bucket list.
Getting even. ]