#vipetriol

[99lostsouls]

THE END IS NIGH

TEAM 3, STARBURST CRUSADERS : @vipetriol, @hyaina, @troisfleur, @threadedwheels, LET'S GO!(one last time! )

everything happened in such a blur.

one moment, ortho was searching the contents of the forbidden laboratory alongside his teammates— then suddenly a bright light engulfed them, spitting them out onto a castle bridge.

when the android opened his eyes, cobblestone was underneath him. the wind whistled and howled like it was living…

and before he knew it–

❝ ARREST THEM! ❞

❝ IT'S THE MAGESTONE! ❞

ah shit.

…

the plan was relatively simple, at least for their team, all they had to do was distract the guards and buy everyone some time! only there wasn't much time to think things over– so ortho would do what he did best.

taking head of the charge, ortho could be found soaring through the air, blasting lasers at the castle walls. he would shoot holes in the wall, setting fire to or breaking several items in his path.

through the incoming ruin, ortho would shout down to his teammates. ❝ let's do what we do best, mess stuff up! ❞

[piquuse]

          “...Is the headmage serious?” Deuce says flatly once the flash of magic dissipates from behind his eyes, leaving them in the walkway between the botanical garden’s temperate and subtropical zones. Compared to the cool of the night air outside, the garden was pleasantly warm in comparison. Deuce would be one of the first people to admit that the Hootenanny had turned out to be surprisingly fun but this? How were they supposed to find keys on a campus as big as NRU’s? If it wasn’t nearby where they had apparently been dropped off to, then it could even take all night!

The sigh that escapes Deuce is mournful as he drops his head into his hands. Maybe this was a punishment after all, despite the way that Crowley had phrased it. It had to be, right? After all, someone had unleashed that crazy goose from earlier on the party and then Deuce was more than positive that he likely broke some of the tables when he had summoned that cauldron earlier. Not to mention, the sleeve on his ceremonial robe was sporting bite marks...since when did geese have teeth?? Who had thought it was a good idea to give them teeth???

Peeking through his fingers to look at the person he had been tied up with didn’t offer much comfort either, unfortunately. With their year difference and the fact that Jamil seemed like a rather busy person, there wasn’t much about them that Deuce knew about aside from what he heard from others, but... Well, they’ll just have to make it work, right? If this really was a punishment for all the trouble, then they’ll just have to roll with it and find those damn keys! The headmage wouldn’t have scattered them across the campus if they weren’t serious about it, after all.

With a sharp crack, Deuce slaps the palms of his hands against his face and rides out the smarting pain that comes from it. He can do this; they can do this. “A'ight! Those keys should be somewhere around here... Viper, will you help me find them?”

THE HOOTENANNY FINALE: LOCKED OUT! with @vipetriol​ !

[hyaina]

“MAN, I’m huu~uungry!” It’s a typical complaint following the conclusion of afternoon classes. Ruggie yawns, arms stretching skywards. Outstretched fingers passively try to hit the bottom of their door frame but narrowly miss. Ruggie wiggles his fingers, nose wrinkling as he finally steps into their room. He takes one step inside before he suddenly turns, facing Jamil. 

“How about we go somewhere t’eat?!” It’s less of a suggestion and, surprisingly, more of a demand. Ruggie looks at Jamil with a wide, expectant gaze, “I know a place ‘n they serve some rea~al good curry! We don’t gotta go t’our evening trainin’ cause our groups won that last exam, so ya got free time, ri~ight?”  @vipetriol

[mostrum]

jumpscare incoming.

Thirty minutes of his precious time, gone in an instant. There’s no feasible explanation to the phenomenon that he just bore witness to– Azul Ashengrotto swore that he had arrived to class on time. From the moment that he had rested his head upon his delicate, fae-woven silk sheets to the moment he had entered the lecture hall, he had been on schedule. There was no divergence in his routine, no extra second of rest to his slumber, not even an extra crumb devoured in his highly nutritious breakfast that would have left Azul astray. Azul Ashengrotto had meticulously followed his morning routine through every second planned out, through every action done the same as before to the point of being ritualistic—So, why?! 

Why was he late!? 

His timing was the same– impeccable. His route to class was the same– From the mirror chamber to Main Streat, in which he would greet the statue of the Sea Witch every morning. It was twenty minutes of walking, then his arrival would be fifteen minutes before the start of class. At no point in time would he have strayed to the southmost point of campus— He’s not some brainless first-year; he knows his directions! 

“Impossible,” Azul mutters to himself, just as gobsmacked as he was upon his arrival minutes before. It’s the end of the lecture now, with every student packing their belongings. There has to be an explanation to this— He can’t allow his student reputation to be sullied like this! 

“It has to be the ghosts,” There’s no other possibility— Azul Ashengrotto was not a negligent student. He has to prove his innocence— He must! Desperate eyes finally tear themselves from his textbook, Azul wildly gazes ‘round the classroom. His attention befalls a particular classmate–

“Jamil!” He exclaims. In a few seconds flat, he’s already surrounding the other student, “You’re certainly familiar with all the talk surrounding campus lately, yes? The talk of hauntings and tricksters and what-have-yous. Our campus has taken a dark turn towards the worst; all these rumors of oddities and attacks must be terrifying!” 

let’s make a deal, @vipetriol. 

[magniku]

continued from [ here ] / @vipetriol​

HUNTER NOTICES THE ABRUPT CHANGE but does not act.  maybe it is a product of excitement tensing his muscles past the point of proper use.  or the fact that jamil chose silence as his action’s blanket.  but either way, for any motive, rook allows his body to follow the lean of jamil’s.  he expects some force or pressure to throw him off, though it misses his thoughts that jamil would pivot and pull.  rook’s grip on jamil’s neck tightens where his grip on his arm does not.

gravity tilts both young men dangerously forward, heels against the fountain’s base being the only thing keeping them from tipping over completely.  strength would do nothing in a situation of weight and momentum, not when all factors of conclusion push for whichever gave up structure first.

the remembrance of jamil’s reaction is perfect   —   maybe that elation is what makes rook move.  moving his hand quickly to cup the left side of jamil’s neck, rook pushes all of his weight forward and into the direction jamil had been trying to turn him in.  only proving to throw both young men into the fountain.   (   for only a moment, you are grateful to have taken advice for waterproof tones of makeup; resistant to your unpredictability, though unsure of whether or not your queen will be upset at this turn of events.   )

with a cough, rook lets go of jamil and raises himself to sit up in the pool of water, seemingly proud of the choice of action.  ragged, does he breath, dependent on few shallow breaths before lurching forward and grabbing jamil from where he fell into the fountain beside him.  hunter grips restless at jamil’s robes and arm, forever predatory is his grin.

“   superbe!  witnessing the length of your instinct was magnifique, monsieur plurivalent~!  unfortunately,   ”   rook smiles, all teeth; a smile whose emotion reaches the narrow of his eyes yet seems all plaster, too fake.   “   this couldn’t possibly count as the requirements for the activity.  neither of us have been held under water yet.   ”

hunter does not straddle jamil, aware of the strength that would be needed to throw him off easily.  the strength that his companion most likely wields.  so, instead, he presses his knee on the part of jamil’s robes that stretches underwater and steadies his grip on jamil’s arms.  not pushing him down, though.

hunter’s smile widens,   “   so, what shall it be, mon ami?  which of us do you decide to dip into the water?   ”

[rove-bogge]

{ Meat }

There is a raw slab of meat sitting directly across from him.

There is. A raw slab. Of meat. Staring. Directly at him.

Even from a distance, Jamil is overcome by the distinct smell of early rot. Who even thought to bring this? Not only is it a wasteful hygiene hazard, but also the perfect breeding ground for unwanted pests.

Before long, the thing is sure to summon an army of flies, and Jamil must be quick to act before that happens. He’d be loath to imagine the alternative.

Using magic, Jamil lifts a portion of the meat into the air and, careful not to touch it, surveys the room for a means of disposal. Instead, he comes across the person he’d least like to see while holding, well, a raw slab of pungent meat.

Between his disgust towards the thing and his wariness towards Rove, something in Jamil’s brain haywires, launching the slab in the latter’s direction instead.

« Uh. Get rid of that, please, » he croaks out, and promptly runs off.

Rove had literally been minding his own business for once. Jamil was not even on his radar to annoy...for once !!!

He had been agonising between which dish to try Pomefoire's or another helping from Heartsubyul which was his particular favourite for tonight. Also the pudding from scarabia was calling him. After rolling his dice to pick which treat he would claim as his own Scarabia having ironically for what was about to happen, had won.

He was just picking up the plate marvelling at the beautiful decorations and wondering whose talent had produced this when something large, warm and moist hit the side of his head and face before flopping into his plate of sweet goodness with a wet slop.

He stood there in shock as the wet meat run off dripped down his face making some of his hair stick to his skin turning the dirty blonde into a more sickly reddish brown in places. 

Jamil would have before he had ran caught the sight of grey eyes turning on him. Narrowed in boiling rage, a promise of many terrible things to come. As Rove caught sight of Jamil an aura of evil producing around him. It most likely didn't help that the music was playing something heavy in bass and was that latin in the lyrics? The light comically flicking like lightning strikes as Rove Screeched Jamil's name as the other fled.

Rove will remember this.....