Character Meet and Greet
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I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.
But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.
II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.
III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!
IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.
Magica De Spell | Disney Comics
Date: 2019-06-16 09:36 pm (UTC)[THIS IS BULL-PLOP. She could care less about ~imagination~ and ~wishes~, this is getting in the way of her plans back home! The sooner she can get back, the better, but it's a little difficult when her potions, wands, foof-bombs, etc, have been taken away.
Time to get them back - at at least a wand - so here's Magica, yanking down the collar of a poor Cast Member and snapping in their faces.]
Get me a wand, NOW! You want me to be ANY good here, don't make me wait!
[Come to the CM's rescue or just mock? Ain't gunna judge.]
B - Snuff Out The Light
[Yay, she has a weapon! Boo, she has to relearn magic all over again. To reinstate, THIS IS BULL-PLOP.]
Why do I need to practice? I am a sorceress, I've been doing magic since I hatched! If anything, I should be teaching people.
Watch, this nonsense is easy.
"Mixi malxi mulxi margret, make that sword hit the target!"
[Now the problem here is that back home in nonsense comics word, she's completely allowed to get away with using made-up words. Not so much here - the sword she aimed at levitates... then goes FLYING EVERYWHERE, trying to find a target.]
... Uh-oh.
C - Be Prepared
[All right, fine, if she has to help... she tries to think, eyeing her weapon.]
I can't really trust this new magic... Especially on myself. If we need to get rid of these things... We need as much help as we can get.
[Guess who's making an excellent target?
YOU, BUDDY.]
All right, take to the skies and do something about this!
[That's all the warning you get before she aims a Flying spell at you! Hit or miss?]
Wildcard!
[Make your own prompt!]
Re: Magica De Spell | Disney Comics
Date: 2019-06-16 10:06 pm (UTC)[He ducked, whiskers ruffling in annoyance before a wave of his wand sent the sword clattering to the ground.]
Hmph, perhaps in your world; but this is the Magic Kingdoms and such stuff and nonsense simply won't do.
It take focus, and an entirely new magic to base to even manage to control a feather.
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Date: 2019-06-16 10:11 pm (UTC)Nonsense?! That would have been a perfect spell back home!
[She's... probably missing the point by saying that, but LBR, this duck's never been 100% rational to begin with.]
Fie and fire! I'd better get something good out of all this frustration...
[Besides helping save another world and all its innocent citizens.]
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Date: 2019-06-16 10:14 pm (UTC)Good? Why, my dear woman, you'd be saving the very fabric of existence.
[that wono't tickle her fancy, he knows, but he has to see where it all goes anyway.]
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Date: 2019-06-16 10:34 pm (UTC)Magica huffs, rolling her eyes.]
Oh, you goody-two-shoe-types always exaggerate.
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Date: 2019-06-16 10:37 pm (UTC)[That should hook better.
But just to be safe.]
Free of charge.
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Date: 2019-06-16 10:39 pm (UTC)She slowly glances over at him, eyebrow raised.]
... You claim the magic of this world is stronger than that of mine?
[She has no way of knowing if this is true. But. BUT. Can she really take the chance otherwise?]
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Date: 2019-06-16 10:42 pm (UTC)[he huffs a bit, of course that would work but then- he expected all sorts of characters to come through the portal.]
Consider this. Magic stems from somewhere. Well, this is that somewhere.
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Date: 2019-06-16 10:45 pm (UTC)But she holds up her weapon, twirling it in her fingers.]
... I suppose I can't risk you making this all up, if it means I have a chance to learn stronger spells and finally seize Scrooge McDuck's number one dime.
[Because she wouldn't be an oldschool Disney Villain if she wasn't CONSTANTLY telling people her Bad Intentions]
Fine, fine, I'll go along with this sappy silliness. But I won't like it.
Malcolm Meryln l DCTV l
Date: 2019-06-16 11:34 pm (UTC)[This place makes Malcolm's skin itch but he couldn't exactly put his finger on why. Malcolm didn't mind the whole magic thing...the whole not being dead anymore thing, but it just did. Malcolm wasn't a hero by nature but if they needed heroes why was he here? He sighed as he explored it was another way of admitting how weird his life had gotten.]
II. Bibbi Bobbi Boo....wait what?
Malcolm knew magic, considered it an old friend even. But this magic was like nothing he had ever dealt with before. He liked it though. He was a man who considered his mind his strongest weapon and while his imagination was a bit out of practice he enjoyed the challenge of trying. Embracing his role as a dark prince he was using a sword to channel his power aiming it at a target as the power itself shaped into what he was calling a shadow arrow. He watched it closely as it struck where he aimed smiling in pleasure as it hit the bullseye. "It's not perfect but it's a start," he muttered to himself.
Crowley - Good Omens
Date: 2019-06-16 11:55 pm (UTC)He snaked forward, his large black wings folding themselves up neatly behind him as he entered the Holly Jolly Bakery and glanced quickly around. Empty. The store’s owner was as missing from the counter as it had appeared they were from glancing in through the window on the street.
It was an odd feeling actually being hungry. He knew humans had the feeling, that urgent nagging sensation that told them when it was past time to eat, but as a demon he had never experienced it. Crowley had only ever eaten recreationally before, because it was fun and food was tasty. This was new, unwelcome, and making him a touch desperate. His stomach growled, actually GROWLED, loudly enough to be heard and he reacted by reaching over the counter to snatch a bagel. You knew it had to be an emergency situation to steal a plain old bagel without first toasting it and adding jam or egg, or some of that fancy cheese an acquaintance of his enjoyed so.
Master theft completed he escaped the business and flew up to sit on the roof of one of the buildings, a place he deemed more suitable to eating a dry stolen bagel than the very open and easy to reach park benches below.
III - The monster roared and ripped one of the benches off the ground sending it crashing into the nearest plate glass window while Crowley from his elevated perch on the roof whistled appreciatively. Breakfast on the roof, wonderful idea!
“Who knew there would be beasts like that one during Armageddon? Beasts, yes... one beast in particular... but I don’t remember stories of him bringing along his werewolf friends.”
Which was odd but maybe the invasion of the werewolves was one of those signs of the End Times.
“I suppose it could have been stranger, it could have been aliens bringing a message of 'Universal peace and cosmic harmony an' suchlike.' ”
The werewolf-like monster’s ear twitched, then it looked up to the roof, to let out a deafening howl. Crowley felt his skin grow cold.
“It can see me... Even with my wings out it can see me...”
That wasn’t supposed to happen. What also wasn’t supposed to happen was for the monster to grab the nearest trash can and in a fit of rage and frustration power launch it up at the recently breakfasted and temporarily fear frozen demon.
IV - This place reminded him of a song. Reminded in that he recalled there was such a song but the memory of the melody was completely absent. Annoying as all get out that song! It wasn't the lease bit irritating that he couldn't recall the tune... that he believed was something of a, dare he think it, blessing. But, the song itself was annoying. He remembered it as a sort of ear worm that got into your mind and simply wouldn't leave.
"Odd thing, ear worms..."
Crowley spoke to no one in particular.
"They are supposed to be songs that you can't forget. No matter what you do... listen to another song, shower, have a meal... as soon as you've done the song is back... ear worming you into insanity."
He fluffed his wings as he looked out over this foreign world.
"So why can't I remember it?"
Maybe it was a little irritating.
Wildcard - Come up with your own.
Lydia Deetz | Beetlejuice
Date: 2019-06-17 12:10 am (UTC)"Adam and Barbara would love this place," Lydia says softly, wrestling with the plastic wrapper on the disposable camera she bought at the Emporium. "Don't you think, Percy?"
The scrawny black cat at her feet twines between her ankles and yowls ferociously, as if to tell his owner that she's absolutely lost it for good this time. Ghost friends are one thing, but loving being zapped to another world is a different matter entirely. Nothing smells right and he just wants his windowsill.
"Oh come on. It's not that bad. If you don't want to stay with me, I can put you back at the apartment."
She reaches down to scoop him up, but he pounces for a stray piece of popcorn and bats it, chasing it down the street. "Always food with you," Lydia sighs. "You couldn't have found something useful and magical, like a tool, now could you..."
2. All We Wanna Do Is Hear That Sound
Lydia's getting a little fed up with being a magician. She's found herself a wand, but nothing she's doing is working, despite her most imperious or graceful swish-and-flick ... and all she's trying to do is move a barrel.
"Ooooooh." She makes a face, losing the last of her patience as she shakes her wand at it in quick succession. "Move, move, MOVE!"
To her great surprise, it takes three tiny hops backwards.
"I did it!"
3. Why Does It Have To Be...
The Corroded monster is an enormous, shadowy cobra. Of course it is. Lydia has the thought that she'll never be rid of snakes. Even knowing the trick to her magic isn't going to do much, though: the thing is huge, and her few parlor tricks aren't going to cut it. She looks around for the nearest remotely capable person and tugs at their sleeve, pointing at the Corroded.
"Any ideas? I can kinda throw things at it, but ... nothing big enough to bring it down. And it's getting closer to the center of the street..."
4. Room For One More
In her downtime during the daylight hours, Lydia can be found in the Bayou, at the little cafe outside the train station. She's still a little young for mint juleps, but whatever non-alcoholic beverage is the special of the day will be sitting at her elbow as she perches with her sketchbook, making roughs of the enormous, seemingly abandoned house on the nearby hill. Anyone who pauses to admire her work will be given the opportunity for a closer look, then asked, as they're perusing:
"Do you know anything about it? I heard it's where all the ghosts that come out at night are from ..."
Wildcard
Are you, yourself, strange and unusual, too?
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Date: 2019-06-17 12:13 am (UTC)"You actually have wings!" She cried up to him, beaming. "That's amazing! Have you always had them?"
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Date: 2019-06-17 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-06-17 12:22 am (UTC)Crowley took a seat, folded up his wings neatly behind him, and looked down at the odd girl through his sunglasses.
"From the beginning, off and on..." When he wasn't a snake, "You can see me? Actually see me? You aren't supposed to be able to do that!"
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Date: 2019-06-17 12:36 am (UTC)She crossed the street a little more and just stood there in the middle of the flagstones, looking up at him, the brim of her large hat keeping the sun from her eyes.
"I'm Lydia."
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Date: 2019-06-17 01:02 am (UTC)Malcolm turned and gave the young woman his most guarded smile. He'd seen her training as well, he'd watched everyone who had been given the same mission trying to figure out who could be trusted and what was really going on. This young woman reminded him of his daughter and son hence the smile something he wouldn't have given to anyone who actually knew him. "Thank you," he replied, "where I'm from magic is rare, but to those with training not unheard of. The issue I am having is the imagination side of things."
Malcolm had seen too much of the strange and the weird and yes even the painful to just daydream things into being. He was a fighter not a royal the role this place seemed fit to slot him into.
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Date: 2019-06-17 01:18 am (UTC)Lydia paused, looking down at the wand in her hands. "For me, I can imagine things just fine, it's a matter of making them come out right. Maybe we can work together to get something right. My imagination and your power control?"
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Date: 2019-06-17 01:39 am (UTC)It was a wise alliance to make, Malcolm knew that and he was pleased that someone so young was able to put such pieces together. "That's a good idea," he agreed and extended his hand to her. It should be noted that while he was wearing the standard non character clothing, jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket he was still wearing the black gloves from his costume. Mostly because it was easier to hide the fact his left hand was being kept "realistic," by his magic. Healing had been offered to him, but he had no desire to have something so....life changing easily fixed. So he hid it careful to always offer his flesh right hand and keep his magic left down by his side only using it when he trained or fought.
"My name is Malcolm. It would be my pleasure to help you."
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Date: 2019-06-17 01:53 am (UTC)"So what should we try and do first? If any of these corroded things show up, we're going to need to be able to drive them away. Or hurt them."
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Date: 2019-06-17 02:00 am (UTC)"Halt, evildoer!" Being accosted by a teenager dressed like she fell out of a fantasy anime was probably new. "Surrender that bagel in the name of Justice."
Look, Amelia has had a confusing morning (even by her own standards), and is doubling down on her core beliefs: that 'Stealing is Wrong' and that she is clearly a Hero of Justice and that what that meant didn't depend on where she was. Of course, this was easier when her magic was... more reliable than it was now. Should she try to climb something or use magic?
Well, maybe the interloper (whatever he was: the wings looked a bit like an Ancient Dragon's, but they were mostly extinct) would listen to her commanding voice.
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Date: 2019-06-17 02:07 am (UTC)They couldn't let the monster hurt people, though. So, maybe two apprentices would just have to do their best.
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Date: 2019-06-17 02:22 am (UTC)Crowley scrunched up his nose like there was a terrible smell but really it was just his confused face.
"Are you psychic?"
He took a bite from the stolen bagel, being far too hungry to do anything less.
"Anthony J. Crowley."
A beat, where his mind seemed to wander to something else.
"It's not what I expected, the End of the World. I thought there would be more fire and brimstone, fewer... sweet shoppes and well-trimmed hedges."
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Date: 2019-06-17 02:33 am (UTC)Incredulously Crowley did stop, more to pull a face than to actually surrender.
"Did you actually just say, 'Halt, evildoer'? Why that's... It's like something you hear in those silly animated series not something anyone ever actually says."
He did not in fact decide to surrender the bagel in the name of justice either. Demons didn't care much about justice. Not that he was particularly against the idea it was more that demons did have their own sense of what justice was.
In this case justice was boldly licking the bagel this girl wished to take from him so that his poor aching stomach could be soothed. Crowley made a sad face and looked to the bagel as if it were now tainted.
"They would just have to throw it out now. Couldn't possibly sell this thing now... I should eat it to prevent it's being wasted."
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Date: 2019-06-17 02:45 am (UTC)"Watch out!"
She cried as she stumbled forward, tripped on her own cape, and managed to tackle the duck lady just as the sword wheeled back around at her as if trying to shorten a few feathers.