[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

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Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

Comments

[mrcreamsicles]

[He thought he could outmaneuver him. His mind's been warning him for days to watch out for people behind him, and he made excuses for it, but now he has real reason. Someone looking like a kid doesn't mean they can't be dangerous. And now that it's clear Andersen has been following, that he's not going to lose him so easily, he's turned to try to make him back off.]

[What he gets instead is taunting, but that's not the part he addresses.]

What the hell is wrong with your voice?

[Stupid question, maybe, but he can't help it. This kid looks 10 or so, but he sounds like a full grown man.]

'crowing' how dare you

[mrcreamsicles]

Not for lack of trying, kid.

[Jim came at him early and tried quite pointedly to murder him. Not a fun time. He would like very much not to die now, either, and he's not wasting time waiting to see what Andersen will try once he gets near. As he approaches, Davesprite floats back, glancing now and then to check surroundings so he doesn't get driven into an unfavorable position. His posture is tense and defensive, but he's unarmed, and he'd rather not fight another person at all.]

I dunno what backwards universe you come from, but chickens aren't orange around here. Nah, I'm the story your mother warned you about. FDA saying those dyes are approved, but she knew. Too many Doritos and you too can look like a radioactive corn chip. No wonder I came here: Eve had to know this was my true homeland, nuclear winter for a nuclear bird. But Eve, don't you know I need a steady diet of nacho nastiness to keep up my hue? Legends say there's a convenience store holding on around here somewhere, but until I see it with my own two eyes I can only hold out hope that I make it before my plumage starts to fade.

and a bird in the hand is worth fuck you

[mrcreamsicles]

[Between paranoia, common sense, and the extra caution his new glowing eyes have added, wary is a bit of an understatement. Though he's convinced something bad happening is inevitable tonight, he'd still like to delay it as long as possible. The painful reminder of Jack's stab to his stomach was bad enough earlier.]

[As Andersen comes to a stop, so too, reluctantly, does Davesprite.]

Who are you calling 'failed'? All this here before you happened on purpose. Call it a life-saving procedure for my poor irradiated cells after all that processed cheese food product. Ain't my fault the science meant losing my legs. But I traded up for a pair of wings, so who's the real winner here?

[He probably wouldn't have survived in the alpha timeline as long as he did if not for being a sprite, but that's not really the point of what he's saying.]

[But if this guy is new, and he can rule out Ed and Hitsugaya after having already met them...]

You must be that caster guy.

I play this sad issue-laden bird and you even need to ask? of course I am

[mrcreamsicles]

Like hell you're Hans Christian Andersen. You're like some anime 10-year-old chump. I don't need legs to kick your ass.

[Everyone knows blue hair means anime. But really, who is this guy kidding? He doesn't even want to fight, especially when he knows by now those eyes mean murderous intent, but what the fuck? He can't take it seriously.]

I can

[mrcreamsicles]

I call 'em like I see 'em. You really think I'm going to let some trumped up brat kill me? I'm not that pathetic.

[He is still tense, though, regardless of how massively stupid this is turning out to be.]

[mrcreamsicles]

Don't need to.

[He floats back a space. His wings are half-unfolded, like he might be preparing to take off, for all he can't actually do that anymore. Fuckin' Norfinbury, stealing his actually useful powers.]

Besides, what kind of douchebag actually beats up a kid?

[mrcreamsicles]

What?

[His face scrunches up, though his shades hide half the expression.]

What children are you talking about?

[Oh god, there better not be more of them lurking around. His posture turns more defensive than it already was, and he turns his head minimally, trying to look for signs of other people without letting Andersen out of his sight. Where are they? Are they behind him? But he can't put him at his back—]

What are you planning?

[mrcreamsicles]

[Fuck.]

[Davesprite takes stock of the dangers in quick succession. Andersen, before him, actively making threat. Other children, presumably present, out of view and likely behind him because what idiot takes hidden allies but not the opportunity to corner a victim. The expectation must be to either have him flee backwards into a waiting ambush, or to rush forward for direct confrontation that will overwhelm him as the other children reveal themselves.]

[The actual line of thought is not that elegant in Davesprite's brain, and manifests solely in action. He pulls out the pair of scissors Natasha gave him for a weapon, brandishes them as one might a stabbing weapon, and rushes for Andersen with all the speed he can muster—]

[Only to feint to the side once he's near. The goal being, of course, to take the benefit of the confusion to escape past him and flee into the distance ahead, should luck hold out. It would be a lot easier if he could just fly, or if he had the benefit of flashstepping to add to the feint, but he moves still at the speed of someone running for their life. Which he absolutely is.]