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diatu2021-09-28 12:43 am
mal_contented) wrote in diatu2021-09-28 12:43 am
Set It Off
Who: Mal, an angry mob, El, and Kaiba (if you want a locked TL feel free to poke me to plot!)
What: Chased by a mob, Mal will discover a power she never knew she had
When: late one night near the end of September (Because RL ate me; this was my august adventure prompt.)
Where: The streets several blocks from the school
Warnings: violence, angst, drunkenness mentions, angry mobs.
Mal had been looking for a place to sleep for the night. Her familiar was, as usual, sleeping on her bed, keeping it claimed. But no way was she sleeping in a dorm with other people around. Not until she knew a lot more magic. She wasn't going to be that vulnerable around strangers.
So far she'd found all sorts of out of the way places to hide for a few hours sleep here and there, and it was showing. Worse, people were starting to notice the B&E involved, so she was roaming further and further out. Which was how she wound up cut off as she was heading back towards the school to try the other way.
But between her and the school was suddenly a lot of very angry and - from the stink of it - drunk locals. "Pitchforks, really?" she asked as they advanced on her. Her single raised brow and amused expression gave them pause. Why wasn't she running? They were supposed to chase her down and then... well most of them hadn't thought that far ahead yet. "How very Gaston," she added, dryly.
"Hey! Don't forget! She's in league with dragons!" one of them yelled from the back.
Her jaw nearly dropped, but she kept her cool. Barely.
"Yeah!" another yelled.
"GET HER!" came from yet another, and the call was raised from many voices, overlapping like a drunken round of row row row your boat, only with more violent intentions.
"The Sundered are the tools of a dragon!'
"They're here to enslave us all!"
"They have three heads and breathe fire!"
"Kill the beast!" Mal herself put in. She couldn't help it. She was a traditionalist. But instead of confusing them with her joining in, it seemed to galvanize them. They lurched towards her as only an unruly mob could.
"DALMATIANS!" she growled spinning on her heel. She wasn't fleeing as looking for an answer. Or at least a way to get ahead of them enough to pull out her spell book and... did her mom even have a spell for breaking up a mob? She had to have! Then again, Maleficent did have goblins. "Goblins would be really useful now." Unlike her whole childhood when they were utterly useless. Except for a laugh as she stole from them.
She told herself she was looking for a place to gain a lead, get up onto a roof so she had time to go through the book. She refused to admit, even to herself, that she was running to get them away from where they were likely to hurt anyone. Except her. Not that she planned to let them hurt her, but even she had to admit she was outnumbered. Badly.
She could have run back to the school. Given how they were stumbling, she probably could have made it. But what if she tripped over some weak defenseless little first year or something? He could get hur... in her way. He could get in her way. So she kept running away from populated areas. If she thought she could get enough breath, she might have zapped Sylvando on her magic mirror. But they were keeping up disturbingly well for...
Apples and mice! They were gaining people as they went! She couldn't keep running. She had to do something. But... what? She would have to find the spell on the run. which meant she couldn't keep glancing back. She got her green glitter gel pen out of her pocket when a stone hit her in the shoulder, throwing the glitter pen free from her hand and staggering her.
Something snapped in her. The danger the adrenaline the anger the stress the lack of sleep the crowd calling for her blood behind of her. It was all too much. It was the stone that hit the dragon's back.
Her eyes went green. Bright glowing green. Purple smoke enveloped her, and the crowd fell back in terror as the smoke grew and grew. Inside the smoke she was gasping, feeling something very like mindless terror as something burned within her. As she felt... changing. Growing. She was hidden by the smoke before any of the changes showed, though and when the smoke cleared she pushed off the ground. As a dragon.
What? JUST WHAT?!
She heard screams as her wings flapped, keeping her in a tight circle. It took her a bit to realize the screams weren't hers when she actually did scream and it came out as a roar. With fire.
Half the mob broke and ran at that. A brave stupid few charged to under her, moving as she moved, waving their pitchforks at her, throwing stones and words that would have hurt worse than the stones if she could hear them over the panic in her own head. If she cared.
One of the taller people managed to scrape her stomach scales with the pitchfork. It wasn't enough ti hurt her - his angle was all wrong for him to have the force needed for that - but it did snap her back to the problem at hand. She could freak out later and decide what it meant that she was now a dragon. For now she had these idiots who had chased her down thinking she was aligned with dragons just because she was one of the Sundered.
She could fight them, she could destroy them. That gave her the power to have the choice to not. But what if they attacked someone helpless? After this they'd be even more sure than ever that they were right. Or they might go after someone like Beetlejuice or Crowley and get themselves killed.
Sylvando she wasn't worried about, because she suspected he'd have them tossing coins rather than rocks within minutes.
But nearly anyone else? Either the sundered would get hurt, or these idiots would. And as much as she tried to tell herself that she shouldn't care, that she didn't care, he knew that she had to stop them, finish this here and now so they never went after anyone else.
Which meant she had to be the monster they were after. She had to be so big and scary that they'd rather run away then ever accost another student. She needed them afraid. She told herself that just leaving would make them braver to go after others. That they'd go after her again - told herself that she just didn't want to have to deal with this again. Told herself that she didn't care. She also told herself that if she killed them then hatred against the students would just get worse. That there would be all out war. Had t remind herself that she needed to stop that not because she cared, but because it would get in the way of her own plans.
She wasn't a hero, she was wicked. Rotten to the core.
She was Mal. The most feared girl in the Isle Of The Lost. What were these peasants to the hardened villains who respected her as a force to be reckoned with? What were they against the kids of the villains who grew up afraid f their parents - and more afraid of her?
Her shoulders settled. She needed to make these fools realize that she could kill them. All. Easily. She needed to scare them s bad they'd never go near a sundered again.
She was Mal. And making people scared of her? That was what she did.
Mal circled higher to gain altitude then buzzed the crowd, making them duck. One wasn't fast enough. She grabbed him up and tossed him aside into a hay loft. In hindsight, that would have made a great place to sleep if she had found it under other circumstances.
She landed as the man she threw did, but where he landed lightly on soft hay she intentionally touched down as heavily as she could, trying to make the ground shake.... (Cont in the El top level)
What: Chased by a mob, Mal will discover a power she never knew she had
When: late one night near the end of September (Because RL ate me; this was my august adventure prompt.)
Where: The streets several blocks from the school
Warnings: violence, angst, drunkenness mentions, angry mobs.
Mal had been looking for a place to sleep for the night. Her familiar was, as usual, sleeping on her bed, keeping it claimed. But no way was she sleeping in a dorm with other people around. Not until she knew a lot more magic. She wasn't going to be that vulnerable around strangers.
So far she'd found all sorts of out of the way places to hide for a few hours sleep here and there, and it was showing. Worse, people were starting to notice the B&E involved, so she was roaming further and further out. Which was how she wound up cut off as she was heading back towards the school to try the other way.
But between her and the school was suddenly a lot of very angry and - from the stink of it - drunk locals. "Pitchforks, really?" she asked as they advanced on her. Her single raised brow and amused expression gave them pause. Why wasn't she running? They were supposed to chase her down and then... well most of them hadn't thought that far ahead yet. "How very Gaston," she added, dryly.
"Hey! Don't forget! She's in league with dragons!" one of them yelled from the back.
Her jaw nearly dropped, but she kept her cool. Barely.
"Yeah!" another yelled.
"GET HER!" came from yet another, and the call was raised from many voices, overlapping like a drunken round of row row row your boat, only with more violent intentions.
"The Sundered are the tools of a dragon!'
"They're here to enslave us all!"
"They have three heads and breathe fire!"
"Kill the beast!" Mal herself put in. She couldn't help it. She was a traditionalist. But instead of confusing them with her joining in, it seemed to galvanize them. They lurched towards her as only an unruly mob could.
"DALMATIANS!" she growled spinning on her heel. She wasn't fleeing as looking for an answer. Or at least a way to get ahead of them enough to pull out her spell book and... did her mom even have a spell for breaking up a mob? She had to have! Then again, Maleficent did have goblins. "Goblins would be really useful now." Unlike her whole childhood when they were utterly useless. Except for a laugh as she stole from them.
She told herself she was looking for a place to gain a lead, get up onto a roof so she had time to go through the book. She refused to admit, even to herself, that she was running to get them away from where they were likely to hurt anyone. Except her. Not that she planned to let them hurt her, but even she had to admit she was outnumbered. Badly.
She could have run back to the school. Given how they were stumbling, she probably could have made it. But what if she tripped over some weak defenseless little first year or something? He could get hur... in her way. He could get in her way. So she kept running away from populated areas. If she thought she could get enough breath, she might have zapped Sylvando on her magic mirror. But they were keeping up disturbingly well for...
Apples and mice! They were gaining people as they went! She couldn't keep running. She had to do something. But... what? She would have to find the spell on the run. which meant she couldn't keep glancing back. She got her green glitter gel pen out of her pocket when a stone hit her in the shoulder, throwing the glitter pen free from her hand and staggering her.
Something snapped in her. The danger the adrenaline the anger the stress the lack of sleep the crowd calling for her blood behind of her. It was all too much. It was the stone that hit the dragon's back.
Her eyes went green. Bright glowing green. Purple smoke enveloped her, and the crowd fell back in terror as the smoke grew and grew. Inside the smoke she was gasping, feeling something very like mindless terror as something burned within her. As she felt... changing. Growing. She was hidden by the smoke before any of the changes showed, though and when the smoke cleared she pushed off the ground. As a dragon.
What? JUST WHAT?!
She heard screams as her wings flapped, keeping her in a tight circle. It took her a bit to realize the screams weren't hers when she actually did scream and it came out as a roar. With fire.
Half the mob broke and ran at that. A brave stupid few charged to under her, moving as she moved, waving their pitchforks at her, throwing stones and words that would have hurt worse than the stones if she could hear them over the panic in her own head. If she cared.
One of the taller people managed to scrape her stomach scales with the pitchfork. It wasn't enough ti hurt her - his angle was all wrong for him to have the force needed for that - but it did snap her back to the problem at hand. She could freak out later and decide what it meant that she was now a dragon. For now she had these idiots who had chased her down thinking she was aligned with dragons just because she was one of the Sundered.
She could fight them, she could destroy them. That gave her the power to have the choice to not. But what if they attacked someone helpless? After this they'd be even more sure than ever that they were right. Or they might go after someone like Beetlejuice or Crowley and get themselves killed.
Sylvando she wasn't worried about, because she suspected he'd have them tossing coins rather than rocks within minutes.
But nearly anyone else? Either the sundered would get hurt, or these idiots would. And as much as she tried to tell herself that she shouldn't care, that she didn't care, he knew that she had to stop them, finish this here and now so they never went after anyone else.
Which meant she had to be the monster they were after. She had to be so big and scary that they'd rather run away then ever accost another student. She needed them afraid. She told herself that just leaving would make them braver to go after others. That they'd go after her again - told herself that she just didn't want to have to deal with this again. Told herself that she didn't care. She also told herself that if she killed them then hatred against the students would just get worse. That there would be all out war. Had t remind herself that she needed to stop that not because she cared, but because it would get in the way of her own plans.
She wasn't a hero, she was wicked. Rotten to the core.
She was Mal. The most feared girl in the Isle Of The Lost. What were these peasants to the hardened villains who respected her as a force to be reckoned with? What were they against the kids of the villains who grew up afraid f their parents - and more afraid of her?
Her shoulders settled. She needed to make these fools realize that she could kill them. All. Easily. She needed to scare them s bad they'd never go near a sundered again.
She was Mal. And making people scared of her? That was what she did.
Mal circled higher to gain altitude then buzzed the crowd, making them duck. One wasn't fast enough. She grabbed him up and tossed him aside into a hay loft. In hindsight, that would have made a great place to sleep if she had found it under other circumstances.
She landed as the man she threw did, but where he landed lightly on soft hay she intentionally touched down as heavily as she could, trying to make the ground shake.... (Cont in the El top level)
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She advanced slowly on him, trying to back him off so she could leave without looking like she was fleeing.