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

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

Aw, common kitty.

I just wan't to pet you.

[Of course, that electricity forming around him isn't promising.]

[nyanpire]

...crackly-crackly...?

[How could the smelly bad man be doing that? Nyanpire continued to back away, crouched low, ears flattened.]

No! No, no, no! FFFFTTT!

[He'd run away, that was it, he'd... turn and bolt, when he was far enough away! He speed quickens, he moves back and back and back and... he trips himself up on the curb.]

Nyaa...! [Fwump, and he has to use valuable time to right himself...]

[prpl_assistant]

(It's now or never.

Calmly, she peers pass the corner, just enough so that she can get a good shot and aimed the revolver, pulling the trigger two times in rapid succession. Both for his legs. She wasn't going to kill him; not yet. This was just a warning to stay away from Nyanpire. Besides, she knew he had a lot of enemies in town; maybe one of them would see him lying around injured and finish the job. That way, he'd get even more confused. She knew she'd be able to hit him; he was standing still, and she had ten years of experience with guns.

Almost as soon as the last shot is done, she quickly ducks back behind the corner and runs off, praying that Nyanpire was fast enough to get away. She can't afford to let herself get caught by the Black Mage either, so she quickly speeds off to merge with the crowd as soon as she can, or to duck into the nearest alley. Wondering around the town had really helped her to know it well, so she quickly weaves her way around, not stopping for even a moment.)

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[BM is lucky... and by lucky, I mean he is a mash of sheets and his actual body size under it is hard to make out.

That, and crouching down means he takes two bullets.

In his rear. Oh, god, that is going to hurt all day. he gives a shout and limps around a bit.

The cat will get away while he's cursing fate and he won't even think to give chase. Instead looking around for a threat to burn. He'll probably zap a bird just to make himself feel better.]

[nyanpire]

[Oh goodness yes that cat is RUNNING AS FAST AS HIS LITTLE PAWS CAN TAKE HIM. And crying/mewling all the while.]

NYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!