mayfield_rpg | Not dying is in fact lousy criteria for being the Chosen One

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Not dying is in fact lousy criteria for being the Chosen One

[Action: Edge of town]

[The funny thing about being the Chosen One is there isn't a rulebook for it. Everyone's awfully keen on what you're supposed to do by not so hot on how. And even if no one has said he's supposed to fix this, it would just figure that it's expected.

So he's flinging futile spells the place where the town wraps around. They aren't working. They never do.]

Not that either...

[Action: In front of 1486 Kramden]

[Neville is quite intensely tending to his garden. At least plants make sense.]

((So Neville is from an AU where he was The Boy Who Lived. He was still raised in the wizarding world so... no pressure or anything!))

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[What's this now?]

Can I help you?

Dunno. What're ya doin'?

[He sniffs the air a little bit- whatever kind of magic that kid was using, it wasn't the 12-step progression.. How strange.]

Trying to find something that works on this. I can't really tell what's even happening though.

You can't. [Sin snorts, and starts to step closer, closing in on him like a predator stalking its prey.] No one has, don't you know that?

Anyway.. that magic you're using... it's weird. [His head tilts as he stops and looms over him.] ..Maybe mother'll find it useful. What is it?

I know no one has, but that doesn't mean no one can.

[If he says it firmly enough, maybe he'll believe it. And that he's not in trouble.]

It's just... well... magic.

[Oh, he's in trouble, alright.... But probably not for the reason he'd think. The taller kid suddenly nabs Neville up by the back of his collar, giving a mean, bully-like grin.] Haha! What, are you one of those humans that thinks they can 'do anythin' they put their minds to', or however the saying goes?

[He dangles him a little bit, swinging the pole-- is that a flagpole?-- he has sitting over his other shoulder to poke at him a bit.] Your magic is different. [The end of the flagpole starts to sizzle, crackles of electricity coursing over it as he threatens it against his stomach like a taser.] I wanna know how you're doin' it.

[Neville tries to shake free. He's not half bad at it]

More like people are going to expect you to do anything even if you don't have a clue.

[Sin frowns- this human was too wiggly for their own good. He shakes him a little bit, jabbing the pole-end threateningly at him.] Eh? Ha! Like a puny human can do anything about it.

[He drops Neville to the ground like a sack of potatoes after a moment, the butt of the flag following after and struck down towards his chest to hold him at pole-point. Lightning sizzles along the metal.] What's that thing you're holding? That weapon? [He nods towards his wand.]

[Neville squirms a bit. This was not in the plan for today. What else is new.]

It's a wand. For m-magic.

A... wand? [He frowns. He'd never heard of anyone using such a weapon to cast. He takes a swing at it to knock it out of his hand with the butt of his pole.]

So it's an implement for magic. Maybe mother will be interested in it... [Sin steps off of Neville, turning to go grab the wand for himself.]

Don't touch that! It won't like you! It's unicorn core.

[Sure enough, the wand starts sparking at the affront]

[He hisses and yanks his hand back at the sparks, which causes him to shoot out some sparks of his own in the same kind of self-protective reaction. ~~He may carry the genes of a pure white knight, but he is anything but~~.] Tch, what the hell...!?

[He shoots a glare towards Neville, deciding he'd have to go about this another way...] You... come pick this thing up again, you're coming with me!

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