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[corrodes]

A; Mayfield streets

[There's a very angry woman storming down the road. She has places to go--well, a house to go to, really, so she can give a certain resident a piece of her mind. If by that you mean "so she can stab him with these knitting needles she found", anyway. Anyone in her way is getting shoved, either into the road or onto lawns, bushes, and flowerbeds, depending on which side they're on.]

I'm walking here!

B; 916 Bilko Boulevard front door

[And now The Handmaid is banging on Doc Scratch's door. Really, human bodies are so obnoxious, she can't even break down a stupid wooden door. Whatever, she'll get in sooner or later.]

Comments

A: Streets (ohgod what am I doing- :'D )

[originalnumber]

Oh noooooooo-

Looks like poor Astral was shoved against a fence. Owch. "Ngh-!" Owch owch owch...

He doesn't look angry, but he doesn't much appreciate being shoved either you know. "Sorry- I wasn't aware I was in your way..." Ow ow ow feeling pain for reasons that 'make sense' is strange. "However, politely asking may have been more effective..."

Astral you do not question the morals of a woman scorned.

That is a bad bad baddddddd idea Astral.

this can't possibly go wrong, right 8D

[corrodes]

The Handmaid stops, but only to glare at the person she knocked over and wave her knitting needles in a threatening manner. It wouldn't hurt to get a feel for these makeshift weapons, maybe. Well, it wouldn't hurt her, at least.

"It would just waste my time," she snapped. "You're still wasting it!"

NOPE. NEVER. 8U (worst time for curiosity oh boy.)

[originalnumber]

"Aah... Forgive me then... But..." No. Noooo Astral this is where you shut your mouth-

She has improvised weapons...! "Exactly what are those used for?"

Normally not this.

[corrodes]

"Improvising," The Handmaid said, her tone clipped as she began walking again. Maybe he would just leave and she could get on with things. She didn't really want to stab someone out of nowhere, as that seemed like it would be playing into her caretaker's hands, but if he was making it so hard to avoid...

Sorry I didn't have a more relevant muse ah? :3 -but I couldn't resist. <3-

[originalnumber]

Good thing too- he's certainly not following has yet to realize. this is terror he's feeling.

He does watch you leave for a while with fairly wide and possibly confused eyes though. "...Improvising..?" Hoh, how strange...

I will try to reel her back in a bit; she is a very angry sort of teenager

[corrodes]

"I don't have my weapons here."

The Handmaid looks back at the boy, frowning.

"Someone needs to be taught a lesson."

I would be shocked if she was anything else. D:

[originalnumber]

"A lesson?" Um. "...What sort of lessons involve sticks and weaponry..?"

We're dealing with a bright one here it seems. (Though admittedly, he's yet to realize people actually stab people for reasons like this.)

[corrodes]

"Overdue ones."

That tone doesn't really sound pleasant at all, though Handmaid seems to be eager to get on with it anyway, continuing down the street.

[originalnumber]

"...Aah." ...She sounds worse than someone who very often said 'stay out of my way' in his own world.

He's very much considering putting that option into play tight now.

b

[cueball]

[He's in the house when the door banging reaches his ears. His omniscience immediately makes him realize who it is and with haste he opens up a nearby window on the second floor, to catch sight of her.]

Girl, what are you doing?

[corrodes]

[Wow can't you open the door like a normal person it's way harder to stab you when you're up there.]

What does it look like?!

[Though she does seem to be debating attempting to climb the house...]

[cueball]

It looks like you're banging on my door like you've gone insane.

[corrodes]

I wouldn't have to if you'd open it.

[Her petulant tone is reminiscent of her teenage years.]

[cueball]

[Yeah this is feeling really familiar to him. Why does this town ruin everything that is good?]

Those needles aren't going to go into my head, are they?

[Oh who is he kidding, he knows they will. No one needs omniscience to see that.]

[corrodes]

...No.

[No one needs omniscience to hear the obvious lie in that hesitation, either.

Handmaid will just be going back to banging on the door.]

[cueball]

That wasn't even a decent attempt to lie to me. Just for the lack of effort, I am refusing to open my door to you. Leave and come back when you're acting normally.

all my icons are already angry I don't even have to go out of my way for this

[corrodes]

[Handmaid growls in frustration and looks around the lawn. Anything fairly heavy available?]

all the anger

[cueball]

[Well there is that one lawn gnome that was put out by the drone wife a while back. Scratch never really had the desire or reason to remove it.

He's just staring at her and thinking of going back inside.]

[corrodes]

[Throwing the lawn gnome as hard as she can at his head.]

[cueball]

[He immediately pulls away from the window and just in time, as it collides with the window and bursts through the glass.]

[corrodes]

[Well, the solution here is to climb up the house and get in through that broken window. She'll be trying to climb now.]

[cueball]

[Girl that is the second floor window!!!]

If you come up here, you'll regret it. Don't make me treat you like a child.

[Oh who is he kidding, he may as well go get that broom in the closet while she climbs up. SIGH.]

[corrodes]

I won't regret anything!

[Climbing because this is what you do when you are both furious and acting like a teenager]

[cueball]

[Don't mind him, he's just going to push the bristle end of the broom through the hole in the window and try to swat her from the outside.]

[corrodes]

[Handmaid flails a little, almost falling backwards before latching onto the broom.]

[cueball]

[And he just continues to shake it once he feels her weight on the other side, hoping to get her off.]

[corrodes]

[Clinging to the broom and attempting to use it to pull herself inside at the same time.]

A

[noluckduck]

[Some strangers take random aggression better than others. Clover is somewhere near the bottom of the scale when it comes to forgiveness and understanding.]

Hey, what the hell's wrong with ya?!

[corrodes]

[The Handmaid snarls at her.]

What's wrong is you were in my way.

[noluckduck]

Maybe ya could've stepped aside like a normal fuckin' person!

[corrodes]

I don't see what was stopping you from stepping aside faster.

[noluckduck]

Why the hell should I have?!

[corrodes]

You were in my way.

[Obviously!]

[noluckduck]

Like hell I was!

[corrodes]

If I couldn't walk you were in my way!

[noluckduck]

Then maybe ya should've gone around!

[corrodes]

[Growling in an exasperated sort of way.]

Whatever.

[She'll be continuing on her way unless she's stopped.]

[bootsandboys]

[ You've sent this warlock stumbling into the road. He blinks, straightens, and frowns at her. ]

No, I do believe that is stomping, not walking. Or maybe it's better described as tromping. Or stalking?

[corrodes]

It's none of your business, whatever I'm doing.

[The tone is really more of a snarl than speech.]

[bootsandboys]

Where're you going? [ Now he's following you. Welp. ]

[corrodes]

None of your business.

[Speeding up.]

B

[chastesaw]

*Hey, there's a young jadeblood opening the door. And looking slightly confused.* Yes?

May I help you?

[corrodes]

[Somewhat unexpected, but good! She will just be trying to push past her into the house.]

There's someone I need to talk to.

[With knitting needles. You know.]