Defence Against Malicious Magic - Monday 3/26 - Curse! Foiled!

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

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 be dining 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.]]

Comments

Re: AT THE TABLE

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Does that mean that if you and I break up, I have to worry? Or if I'd hurt Dean, I'd be in the same place as Alec?" Dawn didn't want to keep fighting with Sam, but she needed him to understand why this was such an issue for her.

Re: AT THE TABLE

[likethegun]

"I can't imagine you hurting Dean," Sam said. "I know you're being hypothetical to try to make a point, but...I just can't picture that. You don't have to worry though. I've learned my lesson about this, I promise. And you'll never be in the same place as Alec, no matter how hard you try."

Re: AT THE TABLE

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Then I guess that's all I need you to do," Dawn had no interest in making Sam suffer just for suffering's sake.

Re: AT THE TABLE

[likethegun]

"Are you sure?" Sam asked, giving her a weak smile. "Dean said there should be groveling involved in getting you to not be mad at me anymore."

Re: AT THE TABLE

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't mind groveling," she smiled slightly, "but I don't need it. Dean had to grovel for very different reasons than what happened with you."

Re: AT THE TABLE

[likethegun]

"Okay, so maybe I'll do a little groveling then, just because," Sam said, smirking for a moment before getting more serious. "I really am sorry about what I did. And not just because it royally backfired in my face."

Re: AT THE TABLE

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Good," she said, "you should be. And I'm glad you're back to being you."