Crashing the Party - OTA

[mal_contented]

Who Mal and whoever crosses her path
What prowling the new campus
Where Ka dorm and elsewhere
When Arrival day
Warnings Angst. Possible violence mentions.




Ka Dorm
Ugh. This was where she was supposed to stay? With all these other people? Gross. Well at least she was going to make it clear which was her bed so that everyone knew what to not touch OR ELSE. First to go was the basic bedding. A simple spell changed her bedding to purple and black. She dropped her knapsack and sprat painted her name on the top of the blanket. Her pillow cases became livid green with purple and black dragons.

Her familiar, a seven headed hydra the size of a steamer trunk, curled up on her bed once she was done, just south of all the wet paint. Mal pulled her bed away from the wall and started decorating that as well with her spray paint. She painted a coiled black and purple dragon in a sea of green and purple flames. The effort took her hours out of the first day and when she was done she pushed the bed back just shy of against the wall so the paint could dry and grinned. Good, she had measured it properly, the front claws looked like they overhung the head of the bed. She painted the claws over the headboard and called it a day.

Shoving her new school stuff under the bed, she put her pack back on and headed out to see what mayhem she and Hayley could cause.


Bringing some color to the halls
Mal, her dark purple hair bounding, her leather and metal outfit all but screaming "keep away" even if the monster trailing behind her didn't. She had issues with it being a hydra, but she wasn't about to admit to them.

So she stalked the halls, scaring off whoever she could and whenever she had a moment alone... spray painting her tags all over the place. She's having fun, okay?


Class
Mal will go from class room to classroom and pick the best seat in each class and carve her name into the desk and the chair. Woe betide any who take her seat when she saunters in late. But still, feel free to catch her in the act. Why not bother the villian while she's holding a knife and thinking of defacement?

Comments

Color

[holdyourhorns]

Spyro is simply getting reacquainted with the campus when he spots and recognizes the hydra. The person with them he doesn't find familiar, but he can admire the art despite the whole graffiti thing and... worshipping evil?

Nevertheless, the dragon waved a friendly claw at Hayley before shifting his attention to Mal. "Nice art," he said. "You had a lot of practice, huh?"

Re: Color

[mal_contented]

Hayley bobbed her heads in response.

Mal flipped a purple can of paint as she turned towards the voice. "You could say tha... Figment?" she asked then did a double take. No, not Figment but could be related to him. A little less... she almost said innocent looking. Went with stupid instead of innocent.

Still. She shook her head.

"Dalmatians, you look so much like him. He your brother or something?"

[holdyourhorns]

"Never heard of him." Next to the small purple dragon, a golden dragonfly buzzed in agreement. But he's visibly pleased to know this stranger has some familiarity with dragons.

"The name's Spyro. And this is my pal, Sparx." He briefly gestured with his head to his companion.

[mal_contented]

She shrugged. "Well, us dragons need to stick together, I suppose. But Figs... he kept company with this human who was a little less... than all there, there," to steal a phrase from Doug.

"I'm Mal."

[holdyourhorns]

If he was supposed to get offended in that vague person's defense, unfortunately, Spyro's attention was firmly caught onto the implication that he's seemingly talking to another fellow dragon. Even Sparx has a double-take as the small dragon's eyes go wide, even daring to get up closer to Mal in awe.

"You're kidding! You're a dragon too? Secretly?"

[mal_contented]

"Well, half drag, anyway. My mom is an evil fairy/dragon," she said with a bit of a grin. "It's hardly a secret though, back home everyone knows not to get on my bad side," she added with a sharp grin.

[holdyourhorns]

Spyro seated himself comfortably, with all the confidence of a smug cat in his posture. Fascinating stuff though. "We have fairies back in my home too. Dragons and fairies have been helping each other for as long as I can remember."

But he's not that old at all. And young enough that he's not sure how hybrids like that might come about. "So what's this whole business about being..." Spyro peered back at the graffiti for a moment. "Evil?"

[mal_contented]

"My mother was the worst villian ever known. the baddest of the bad, mistress of all evil. She commanded all the forces of ****. And then when I had something she wanted that I didn't want to give her... a magic wand from one of the most powerful faeries of light ever known..." she smirked. "I kept the wand" until the end of the confrontation "and she shrunk to an itty bitty lizard. I used to keep her in a glass tank in my room."

Spin was everything.

"Why, looking to crew up?" She grinned. "I could use another Dragon at my side."

[holdyourhorns]

Notably, Spyro doesn't look very affected about what for all intents and purposes was a magical bad guy getting their dues. Shrunk into a lizard and kept in the same manner as a pet? Hardcore, but he won't complain when he's seen monsters and bad guys plummet into lava or acid.

"Let me think about that for a second since you're being nice..."

Sparx visibly turned to glance at Spyro, wondering how his partner truly intends to handle the offer.

The dragon held up a claw for exactly his moment 'required' to think. "Thanks, but I've fought bad guys who turned dragons into crystal statues a couple of times or stole dragon eggs to use them in a spell. And then there's the native dragons here, minus my mentor, trying to reign supreme over everyone even as ghosts."

So like, she gets it, right?

Bringing some color to the halls

[king_of_egypt]

The leather and metal outfit might have told most to "keep away", but not someone who had grown accustomed to wearing such fashion choices in his time spent in the modern era. Now, however, Atem was wearing his traditional garments since he was straight from the afterlife and had yet to procure something with more of a local... but stylish, flare. He certainly looked out of place with his tunic, shendyt, sandals, and cape combo. And all the gold. Especially the gold.

".. The golems are going to love that." Said with some small measure of amusement, having no doubt that the local janitors, so to speak, would have this cleaned in no time. It would have just been preferable not to be in the vicinity when they did, lest they get the wrong idea. Still, he paused long enough to read the message. "Long live evil..." Then he tilted his head to the side and drew in a breath. ".. Can't say it's a message I condone, but I'm assuming it's not meant to be taken seriously."

Re: Bringing some color to the halls

[mal_contented]

"Don't know who or what the golems are and don't care," she said turning to face him as she smirked. She tossed the spray paint can in the air and caught it neatly. "And you know very well by now just how evil I can be. But if you need a reminder, I'm happy to oblige."

[king_of_egypt]

"Fair enough, you can learn that on your own," and it would be amusing to see her taken off guard by them. The golems had a low tolerance for repeat offenders to cleanliness. At her words, Atem puzzled, then he looked between her impromptu art project and back to her.

"... If you mean the tag, that's hardly what I would call evil. Delinquency perhaps, but lacking the malice required for the other designation." Not that he wanted to goad this girl into doing something worse but he was stating facts. ".. and believe me I have faced true evil before."

[mal_contented]

"Not that tag, and I know you have. You've faced me," she said, crossing her arms. "Seriously, what's your problem today? Took a blow to the head? Or are you still twitchy about me stealing your couch?"

[king_of_egypt]

"I'm sorry, but I'm really not following you. Could you have me mistaken for someone else?" One of Yugi's acquaintances, maybe? Also he was still dubious of her nature. It was one thing to call yourself evil, and quite another to embody it. Did she think that by being edgier she could stand out more?

What she asked next certainly gave him pause, since he'd actually experienced amnesia before. Taking a few moments to retrace his thoughts he replied," I don't think so.. you stole my couch?" This was getting more confusing by the moment.

[mal_contented]

Oh for crying out loud. "Atem, listen to me already. No, I didn't mistake you for anyone else for the love of evil! I know who you are! I've known you for almost a year now, I lived in your apartment for a while. I might have dropped your toothbrush somewhere unpleasant once or twice when you took too long in the bathroom. I kind of figured that was why you moved in with your boyfriend frankly." And was insulted they hadn't asked her to paint their apartment. Maybe then she would have known who he was dating.

[king_of_egypt]

"You do seem to know my name..." Atem offered, lending the girl some credence, he still could not recall her name however. "I had an apartment?" After that query he shook his head. If he questioned everything that rolled off of her lips they wouldn't get anywhere. That bit about the toothbrush does get him to narrow his eyes and shoot a pointed look at her, but before he can react with the proper level of disgust the greatest bombshell of all was dropped.

Jaw dropping, and cheeks darkening, the once eloquent pharaoh can only scramble for words. "Now I know I would have remembered if I had a boyfriend!" No, he didn't. I mean, the last time he'd lost his memories, he'd forgotten family and friends alike, across the board.

"Who was it?" Curiosity demanded answers, but not ones he was going to get here.

[mal_contented]

"Devil if I know. You never said." She shrugged. "If Sylvando were here I;d say ask him, but so far seems like it's just you, me, and Seto or Kaiba, or whatever he calls himself. I'd say maybe he knows but he's claiming not to even remember the kingdo..... oh Dalmatians. You too?"

[king_of_egypt]

"I'm not sure whether to be disappointed, or relieved." He answered truthfully. As she proceeded to talk she mentioned the name of someone else he apparently was supposed to know from this other life. "... I hate to display my ignorance again, but who was Sylvando in relation to me? A friend, perhaps?"

"Yes, I had noticed that Seto Kaiba is here. He prefers his surname with most, with few exceptions." She was providing information so he would as well. "I do remember a kingdom but I get the feeling we wouldn't be talking about the same one."

"I did rule Egypt at one point in my life..."

Class

[creepyoldguy]

The knife thing looked like a great idea to Beetlejuice. He wasn't so keen on putting his Name on his desk (since he...couldn't), but, he did take to carving a little figure with demon horns and a smaller figure in boots and a dress.

This activity was more fun than listening to the course material, which he still managed to turn one slightly pointed ear towards.

Re: Class

[mal_contented]

She glanced over and saw him, and scowled. she slipped out her spell book, and pretending to take notes wrote up a quick little curse. While the teacher's back was turned she whispered it, gesturing under the table at him.

"With this curse
Sing in verse
Instead of speech
Sing to each
Twenty four hours this shall last
Until that time has past
Let there be no reverse."

She slid her book back into her jacket and went back to marking her desk, waiting for the teacher to call on him.

Re: Class

[creepyoldguy]

He was in the midst of adding a crudely carved "B.J." and "LYdiA" to his desktop defacement when the teacher did call on him.

"Hey there!
Pardon my singing,"

His eyes lit up and he summoned a black and white ukulele for accompaniment. He floated above his seat, strumming the instrument and with obvious delight continued to sing his (largely incorrect) answer. It was glaringly apparent he was eating up the attention this earned him, his hair brightening to a neon green.

Re: Class

[mal_contented]

Ugh. She was disgusted. Why did her curses on him always backfire? They worked on everyone else!

Re: Class

[creepyoldguy]

After being "encouraged" by the teacher to sit back down, Beetlejuice settled back into his chair. He vanished his ukulele, and went back to carving, scatting under his breath.

Short but sweet?Re: Class

[mal_contented]

She scowled darkly, plotting. She'd have to come up with something worse for tomorrow. Far worse.

Sounds good!

[creepyoldguy]