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Defence Against Malicious Magic - Monday 3/26 - Curse! Foiled!
Students are directed to the Danger Shop by notes and possibly a TA or two.
When the students are assembled, the doors shut with a *clank*.
All is silence for a moment and then a tremendous cloud of black sparkling spoke pours out of, well, nothing actually.
When it clears, a rather ominous and wizardly looking fellow is standing there.
He turns a baleful eye upon the students for an long time, uncomfortably long. It's actually rather creepy. Not creepy in a suspenseful way either. More creepy in a 'I don't want to sit next to this guy on the bus' kind of way.
Finally, he speaks.
"Students of Orpheus!" he says in a voice that's higher pitched then you'd expect to hear. In fact, it kind of sounds like there some dude in his early twenties under all that white hair and the crazy velveteen robes. "I... Am CURSE! I seek to become your teacher's nemesis! And this time, he will actually read my resume! I have lured him away to the Forbidden Zone where he will bedining with the little midget king! distracted while I teach you all a lesson he will never forget!!!"
Wait. Did that make sense? He'll teach... Yes. Yes it did. Okay, good.
"I see he had some implements set out for whatever exercise he had planned for you before my plans were... You know. Replacing his...
Anyway! Since you are all but children I will let you select a weapon or protection that will no doubt fail under the weight of my magic!
Magic is kind of my thing you see...
Have at you! And you! And you! And..."
[[ooc: Curse is a hologram, this is the Danger Shop. The table holds both mundane and magical implements. Magical implements can be anything you would not qualify as a legendary artifact. (Sorry Halliwell, no Excalibur sitting around for you to pick up... Nice longsword +1 though.) Mundane items range from a board with a nail in it, to a (perfectly normal) colt peacemaker. There are also "spell components" on the table to throw together an amulet or something that just smells really bad. Yes, there is chocolate.]]
When the students are assembled, the doors shut with a *clank*.
All is silence for a moment and then a tremendous cloud of black sparkling spoke pours out of, well, nothing actually.
When it clears, a rather ominous and wizardly looking fellow is standing there.
He turns a baleful eye upon the students for an long time, uncomfortably long. It's actually rather creepy. Not creepy in a suspenseful way either. More creepy in a 'I don't want to sit next to this guy on the bus' kind of way.
Finally, he speaks.
"Students of Orpheus!" he says in a voice that's higher pitched then you'd expect to hear. In fact, it kind of sounds like there some dude in his early twenties under all that white hair and the crazy velveteen robes. "I... Am CURSE! I seek to become your teacher's nemesis! And this time, he will actually read my resume! I have lured him away to the Forbidden Zone where he will be
Wait. Did that make sense? He'll teach... Yes. Yes it did. Okay, good.
"I see he had some implements set out for whatever exercise he had planned for you before my plans were... You know. Replacing his...
Anyway! Since you are all but children I will let you select a weapon or protection that will no doubt fail under the weight of my magic!
Magic is kind of my thing you see...
Have at you! And you! And you! And..."
[[ooc: Curse is a hologram, this is the Danger Shop. The table holds both mundane and magical implements. Magical implements can be anything you would not qualify as a legendary artifact. (Sorry Halliwell, no Excalibur sitting around for you to pick up... Nice longsword +1 though.) Mundane items range from a board with a nail in it, to a (perfectly normal) colt peacemaker. There are also "spell components" on the table to throw together an amulet or something that just smells really bad. Yes, there is chocolate.]]

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AT THE TABLE
Or just goof off.
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She also picked up a lump of chocolate, since, hey, free food.
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Not that she's necessarily planning to do anything with it if she is attacked, since c) her first strategic choice is still 'run like hell.'
Meanwhile, chocolate.
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Purely as a preventive act, of course.
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She assembled a magical amulet that also smelled bad.
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deus ex machinaown weapon. She assembled a smelly amulet using the directions they'd learned in class, and picked it up with her other, magical-crystal-free hand.She also pocketed some chocolate for later, just 'cause.
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Hopefully.
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TALK TO THE TAs
But the TAs probably are. As long as they ping in here, you can talk to them.
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