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fandomhigh2016-03-04 11:20 am
nuclear_snide) wrote in fandomhigh2016-03-04 11:20 am
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Defending Yourself Against Magic | Friday, period 2
"Right! Well then." Bob clapped his hands, looking cheerfully evil. The Danger Shop was set up like a night-time street straight out of a mystery film: bright street lights and neon, with intervening pools of darkness. Empty cars parked along the streets, stores boarded up for the evening. Occasional pedestrians and cars passed by.
"Nothing like getting right back into the swing of things, is there? Let's start with a bit of practical...well, practice."
A man hurried down the street toward them, looking back over his shoulder occasionally, his whole attitude screaming fear and paranoia.
Then, about a block away, the street erupted. A writhing mass of darkness that seemed alive poured out, taking myriad different shapes, a man at its center.
Bob pointed at the squirrely man. "You have to protect him," he pointed at the man in the middle of the dark army, "from him. Have fun!"
"Nothing like getting right back into the swing of things, is there? Let's start with a bit of practical...well, practice."
A man hurried down the street toward them, looking back over his shoulder occasionally, his whole attitude screaming fear and paranoia.
Then, about a block away, the street erupted. A writhing mass of darkness that seemed alive poured out, taking myriad different shapes, a man at its center.
Bob pointed at the squirrely man. "You have to protect him," he pointed at the man in the middle of the dark army, "from him. Have fun!"
Sign in!
Listen to the...lecture?
Fight!
Talk to Bob!
Talk to the TA!
OOC!
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Not that she'd ever admit it.
Re: Fight!
More specifically the total and complete lack of light. On the road, on the midway, in her trailer; dark was never dark, there was always the stars or other, natural light. There was no such thing as true pitch-black, as the total absence of light.
This was like the dark that happened when walls were built to keep people in, and anything you couldn't control out. This was the dark that consumed.
Ada dropped her bag on the ground, going to her knees to dig through it and-- there. Two lighters, one mini can of hairspray, and thank you Mr. Winchester's class on Hunting!
Attack the darklings? Ada wasn't stupid enough to try that. But she could stand between the man and those things, and anything that came close to her would get a make-shift flamethrower to the face.
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Re: Talk to the TA!
Maybe she could get them to behave by offering them gifts? She had spare stickers!
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Re: Fight!
What happened next was unpleasant, but eventually involved clubbing many demons with the femur of the one who spilled the drink. The femur was still partially attached.