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 Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 6:34 am
 Well that was a hell of a lot faster than he was expecting. Usually it took an hour minimum, or something. It was unbelievably inconvinient that it should decide to do it's thing right on top of Marquis. s**t. Mattie was just stunned for a minute, and flushed, despite trying desperately not to be.
Well, this wasn't too bad. He could just get up, rush for his clothes, and... pretend it never happened? Sure. No naked Veela. Block that one from your memory, Marquis. Mattie felt awful. He tilted his head slightly to get up then froze. Something was touching his shoulder. He looked down and saw Marquis's hand. Mattie looked back at Marquis. He wasn't quite sure why, but he swooped down and kissed the other boy lightly on the lips before pushing himself off the bed and scrambling for his clothes. It was enough to know it happened, but light enough to wonder. Mattie immediately started to swear at himself mentally for doing it.
"So, uh. I'm gunna go." He said gruffly, pulling on his shirt, after he'd pulled his pants on. The scarf was unnecessary. He could get that another time. Mattie rushed out of the room, completely aware that some of the buttons were done wrong, or not done at all.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 7:37 am
 There was no way that this moment was ever going to be leaving Marquis’ mind. He was aware of what he was doing, he just had no desire to stop touching Mattie at this particular moment. It was as if any and all boundaries and willpower the boy had were instantly gone and replaced by want, but fortunately he wasn’t fast enough to act on it. He’d been savouring the moment. His hand had trailed down to meet Mattie’s and was about to intertwine their fingers, when Mattie moved. It immediately caught Marquis’ attention, like he was hyper sensitive to whatever movement Mattie made, and it just so happened that when Mattie leant forward and pressed their lips together, he also leant on a very awkward piece of Marquis’ anatomy.
The boy’s eyes shot open in surprise. Poor Mattie didn’t know he’d just made things worse by a thousand times, and Marquis was just about to kiss back when the lips, Mattie and everything vanished. Still stunned, he made no movement to stop the other boy scrambling with his clothes, only managing to sit up and watch with large, dazed eyes.
”Mattie?” But it was too late, and the other boy was gone and the door latched. As if half-asleep, Marquis inched his way off the bed and padded over to the jumper and scarf Mattie had left behind. They were picked up and folded, hugged to Marquis’ chest as the boy wandered back to bed and curled up on it. The jumper was put down, but the scarf... Marquis popped it next to his pillow. He could smell it.
”What the ‘ell was that” He mumbled, eyes still wide. The charm effect, for sure, and a transformation. He’d gotten that part down, thank goodness he’d thought to bring Mattie’s clothes, but... Mattie had kissed him, right? It wasn’t just his overactive imagination, he was sure of it. As he shifted to move under the blankets... he was once again made aware of a certain ‘problem’ the Slytherin boy had left with him.
How he hoped Mattie hadn’t felt that.
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Sleep didn’t come easily, and it was patchy at best. When Marquis shuffled into the Great Hall the next morning it was obvious; dark rings under his eyes, slightly paler than normal, and his hair had a few definite kinks in it that hadn’t been smoothed out. Hell, he’d even forgotten his goggles.
”Hey, Marq, you alright?” His housemate meant well, he knew, but Marquis really wasn’t awake enough to deal with them right now. So he managed a half-hearted smile when whoever-it-was patted him on the back, and mumbled some excuse about poor sleep patterns. He then buried himself in waffles. Sugar was needed. Lots of sugar.
He didn’t dare look over to see if Mattie had arrived.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 11:05 am
If Marquis looked dark, Mattie looked like death incarnate. His hair looked like it’s usually subtle waves were now becoming tidal, and his usually sharp eyes were lethal with dark rings. His clothes looked messy, and he looked unshaven. That last bit he didn’t mind so much. It was only his brother that forced him to keep up appearances that way. But really, without the Veela charm to turn all the hangover wash into a rockstar swagger, Mattie would’ve looked like he’d rolled out of the gutter.
He knew he was getting sneers from a few Gryffindors that saw him leave Marquis’ dorm, too. He didn’t care. The rumours would die once someone did their damn research, and then they’d get worse. They’d want to know if the leopard was him. If he could transform for him. If he liked being a cat. Mattie stabbed at his poor pancake. The thing didn’t have a chance in the world at seeing syrup.
Mattie thought about chancing a look at Marquis. He’d been so stupid, doing… that. He could’ve just left. He could’ve run before Marquis had even picked him up. Hell, there were a lot of things he could’ve done, but he didn’t. And he’d added… that. Why the hell did he do that? It wasn’t like he liked the guy. Not like that. Don’t be stupid. Mattie was subconsciously tearing at the bracelet. He looked down and scowled at it. He just wanted to catch that damn djinni. Now more than ever he wanted a fight.
Slamming his fork down on the table, he sulked off to his usual spot at the courtyard. Either Marquis would meet him, or he’d go solo. Mattie tried to convince himself he didn’t care. Whatever. He was still going to fight the damn thing. And he wanted his damn scarf back.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 5:25 pm
The waffles, overall, had been a mistake. Marquis had never been a huge eater – he ate anything in sight, yes, but it didn’t happen often – and even after three years all this regular meals business hadn’t quite worked its way into his system. Heavy breakfasts always left him with a giant weight in his stomach. He’d heard more than seen Mattie leave, and there was a strong temptation for him to just leave the other boy alone for the day, to try and get over what had happened the previous night. It was an idea he was quite taken with until he remembered what had gone on before his room: finding out about the djinni. Mattie would go after that thing without him, if Marquis didn’t show up, and they both knew it.
For all the awkwardness, Marquis wasn’t about to let Mattie go off and get himself killed just because he was feeling shy. Oh no, not happening. So with a hefty yawn that was muffled by his sleeve, Marquis hauled himself to his feet and began to follow, never being one to bail out of an appointment. What sort of friend would he be then? Hah, friend. What a word. The blonde was pulled out of his doom-and-gloom attitude as another set of footsteps matched his as he left the hall.
”You don’t look so good.”
”Thanks a bunch, Zachary. Now, tell me somethin’ I didn’t know.” Marquis grumbled, not bothering to look at the other boy. Answering rumours really wasn’t really on the agenda today, and Zachary swallowed whatever he was about to ask.
”Did the Slytherin b*****d do something?” He’d hit the nail on the head, but Marquis wasn’t about to let him know that. Zachary and Mattie already had problems the size of skyscrapers, and the blonde wasn’t about to give them an excuse to act on them.
”Zach, m’just meetin’ Mattie now.” This rarely made the other boy leave, but as they walked into the courtyard which Mattie was loitering in, Marquis knew he had to push further. Mattie looked deadly. ”M’sure you n’Vita had some extra-cred stuff today?”
Whoever said Marquis didn’t pay attention? Zachary glared daggers in Mattie’s direction, before clasping Marquis on the shoulder and bending down a bit. ”Don’t let him get to you.” Then he pushed off, gave Mattie another glare, and stalked back into the corridor. Marquis watched him go with a slight sight of irritation, before walking over to Mattie. He didn’t want to get too close, not after yesterday, simply because he was still feeling funny whenever he looked at the other boy. That didn’t stop him from holding out a neatly folded green-and-silver scarf though.
”You forgot’it, mate.” And that was it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 4:22 pm
Mattie scowled at the people passing by him. They kept giving him thee looks. Like they pitied him or something. What the hell did they pity him for? He was ********’ fine. He looked like he had a hangover, and he might as well, but he was fine. He was going to go capture a djinni, and that was more than any of them could say. Including Ravenbitch. He glared at the spoken of offender with every ounce of strength he could muster up, half tempted to throw something. He still out weighed that stupid, arrogant, egotistical, douche. He was definitely talking about Ravenbitch, he convinced himself. Mattie wasn’t stupid. Ravenbitch was almost as bad as freakin’ Agatha, having cornered him and told him to stay away from Marquis on several occasions. It wasn’t like he was that kind of threat.
Well. Until now. Nice one, Mattie. No wonder Ravenbitch looked murderous. He was probably the jealous boyfriend. Mattie bristled a little at the thought, but shook it off.
Mattie raised an eyebrow at Marquis heading his way, and blinked at the scarf. “Yeah. I know.” Probably not the best thing to say, but he did. Know, he meant. He reached out, a little hesitantly at first, then scowled. Something was wrong. It was the height difference. Mattie should’ve been taller. Mattie stood up before taking the scarf and wrapping it around his neck. He stared down at Marquis, wondering what on earth possessed him to show up. Perhaps he thought it didn’t happen. That could work. Or maybe… No.
The Slytherin messed with his hair. “You ready to go? Or what?” He was definitely more grumpy than usual, that was obvious, but he wasn’t about to sit down with a therapist and talk about it. He had a djinni to beat up.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 4:42 pm
That was one thing about talking to Mattie; he never let you stand when he was sitting. Marquis wasn’t quite sure what the deal was with that – hey, he dealt with being short every day of his life – but something in him theorised that either Mattie was insecure, heaven forbid, or just liked being more intimidating than everyone else. He was leaning towards the last theory. Another thing Marquis wasn’t really aware about was Zachary’s long and lasting crush on him. The previous year there’d been an incident between them... but Marquis had hastily backed out of that with apologies. It wouldn’t have worked, his first encounter with alcohol had spurred it on, and as far as he knew it was the same with Zach. Apparently not, but let’s not tell the boy that.
Ah, it was so easy to forget that Mattie was a b*****d. Most of the time Marquis didn’t notice it: It was rarely aimed at him and usually he was jovial enough to brush it off with a grin. Today, however, he was feeling more tightly strung than usual. Mattie really, really didn’t have any excuse to turn the grump on him, after he’d been the one to kiss and run away. What the hell was Marquis meant to think about that, anyway? Damned if he knew. He didn’t really want to explain it away as Veela hormones taking advantage of him – the idea made him uncomfortable – but... what else could it have been? There was no way in all the hells that Mattie thought about him like that, and he could deal with it. Except for the day.
Marquis glared back. He couldn’t reach the levels of venom that Mattie did, but it was certainly a different look on the blonde. ”Would I’ave come down ‘ere if I’wasn’t?” The grin was missing, and it made a huge difference. Not bothering with anything else, Marquis walked past the larger boy and into the chosen corridor, its mouth gaping wide like it was going to eat him. Part of him felt bad for greasing Mattie right back, but he so deserved it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 8:48 pm
Mattie’s eyes widened at the glare he was given. That was new. Marquis, for as long as Mattie knew him, was always smiling. Even when he’d been thrown off the bloody stairs when they’d been first getting acquainted, the Gryffindork’s first reaction was to laugh. He never took things seriously, and even though he was worried about the djinn chase, he was still gunna go. That was just how Marquis was. But Mattie didn’t really think… Well, that was probably it. Mattie didn’t think. He just did. And that was what got Marquis glaring at him.
Mattie immediately turned away from the glare, unaccustomed to being glared back at, especially by someone he dubbed a friend (interesting terminology, at this point). He was more than ready to beat the hell out of the djinni. He’d even brought the towel rack with him. He’d slipped the slim rod into his overcoat pocket, so as not to attract attention. He’d have it back by this evening. Hopefully. Whatever.
He had started walking, and hadn’t really felt the need to break the silence. They usually walked in silence anyway, or with Marquis jabbering on about something or another from the muggle world. Mattie was only really listening when it was understandable. It was rather unnerving when the blonde was this angry. Mattie frowned to think that… that caused it. Well, he knew not to introduce him to Jaye. Hmph.
Mattie swerved into a particularly dark looking hallway, for no reason other than it looked ominous. Like the kind of place you’d expect to find a three-headed dog, or some other nonsense. He walked a little slower from the lack of light, and kept his hand on his silver pipe. He tsked. They weren’t going to cover much ground like this. Mattie turned around abruptly and looked at Marquis. Screw the silent tension. He was breaking it.
“We need to split up. You go left, and keep going left so I know where to find you.” Mattie pointed down the split in the hallway. “I’ll go right. Pinch your arm hard if you see her. It. Whatever.”
Without waiting for Marquis’ response, Mattie just stalked off down his hallway. They could at least cover one section at a time like this. And Marquis could try and cool the hell off. Hmph.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 8:49 pm
Piper waited patiently. She was only the next intersection away, and they would’ve only had to walk a couple seconds more to have found her. Well, been found. She was currently the shape of a moldy brick. Only an incredibly observant person would’ve noticed the remarkably gruesome patterns of mold on the brick. They happened to be of her favourite meals. And a lamb. She’d tried one since she’d last met that blonde kid, and although they rather clung to your essence if eaten, their essence was surprisingly more filling than that of a turkey. She would have to thank the boy for that. After snipping off his arm.
This djinni was not at all happy about being shot in the arm. It was quite rude. Piper thought to herself. And he did it after asking her name! The brick leaked a few tears on to the dusty dry floor in remembrance. How on earth anyone could be so heartless was a mystery to Piper. She’d only just met him too, and he’d decided to banish her for who knows what. Maybe he really despised turkeys.
Marquis. Marquis was the blonde one’s name. He was the one with the interesting accent. It was a real shame Piper didn’t like him much anymore; she really did love his accent. But if he was out to get rid of her, she would simply have to get rid of him first! Someone threatened her with that once. She ate them. They were rather plain, and tasted of cheese.
And he had that huge friend. Mattie. She’d watched them both for a little. They seemed to be incredibly close. In a stage humans called… oh what was it. Courting? Mating? She’d have to ask. At any rate, this was the idea behind choosing a slightly bruised version of Mattie as her disguise. She remembered his voice, so that wouldn’t be a problem.
Piper waited a good ten minutes before slinking off in Marquis’ direction. Then, she began her act. She had to say, she was proud. She had it down to a science. She even had her scissors stored in Mattie’s ripped up coat. She’d made sure to let a little of the hulking boy’s shoulder’s show through the fabric.
“Unngh.” Piper moaned, mimicking human pain. It did sound like an awful thing to experience. Such a shame. “Marquis? It’s alright. I got her.”
The fake Mattie stumbled in with his eyes facing the ground and his arm outstretched towards the blonde. “Could you..?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 9:05 pm
Hmph. So Mattie was dealing out orders now. Whatever, Marquis really didn’t care. He had pretty much zero interest in chasing this djinni thing – what was the point, if it didn’t give you wishes? – so he planned to wander around the halls until he caught up with Mattie then, make some excuse about seeing nothing, and go to lunch. It wasn’t as if anyone had seen the thing for three years, why the hell would it still be lurking about? It was a stupid, waste of time and now Mattie was angry for Marquis being angry. Seriously, what the hell? He’d flipp’n started it by grumping at him, he should bloody well learn to take it.
His fingers molested the gun in his pocket. It was more worn now, but still reasonably new in appearances. Marquis had no problems with defending himself when attacked, but going out like this on the hunt... didn’t feel right. It was different if they’d been after some dangerous criminal or something, but a magical creature? Marquis wished he’d been able to read a bit more of that book before Nikkel kicked them out; perhaps he’d work out why he’d been attacked. All he remembered about the conversation was something about turkies and lamb, and surely that wouldn’t make anyone flip out? A vegan, perhaps, but they were a strange breed of their own. A short chuckle bloomed from Marquis’ lips. Like harpies, Vegetarians were. It was a good analogy.
Thinking about what other ‘special attributes’ Vegetarians might possess, the time passed rather quickly for the blonde. He wasn’t actually sure how long it was before he heard a moan somewhere close by. Mattie. It was his first thought as he rushed towards the sound.
”Mate, what the hell?” That he might be being tricked would never have come to Marquis’ mind. He hadn’t, after all, read that book. ”Mate, stay still n’I’ll help ya out.”
It was a little strange Mattie was asking for help at all, but perhaps there was some injury that Marquis couldn’t see. He made short time in striding over and wrapping an arm under the other boy’s, helping him to his feet. ”Why in’ell’s name didn’t ya do the arm pinchin’ thing we said? Bloody ‘ell, we all know you ain’t got nothin’ ta prove.”
Anger forgotten, Marquis was now focussed on getting his injured ‘friend’ to safety. Oh Marquis, if only you knew...
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 9:18 pm
The fake Mattie shook his head and leaned it into the crook of Marquis’ neck. Piper, of course, was mimicking all the couples she’d ever seen. She personally thought the neck was a rather odd place to put one’s head. The essence was strongest in the chest. Oh well. The fake Mattie winced at the support, but didn’t complain.
“I’m just… Glad you’re safe.” She mimicked the low tones of the other boys voice. To amuse herself, she inwardly took a look at the boy’s vocal chords. Oh, wow. He talked reaaal low. Huh. How weird. Piper maneuvered his body to be behind Marquis so that he was leaning on him from behind and embracing him at the same time. A large hand ran across Marquis’ jawline.
Piper could feel the gun on the smaller boy, and was rather thankful that his friend was as huge as he was. She could outweigh the human. Well, theoretically. As long as he thought she outweighed him, she did. It was weird. Whatever~ Piper kissed the side of Marquis’ head, not forgetting the keep the boy spellbound. “Really glad.” She had the boy mutter.
“Aren’t you?” The fake Mattie was slowly trying to maneuver Marquis to where he could pin him against the wall. She couldn’t afford room for that kid’s kind of agility. Not with that gun. She would have to get rid of it. She’d wait to see the blonde’s reaction before having Mattie go for the gun.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 1:18 am
When they said that muscle outweighed fat, they weren’t kidding. Mattie was way heavier than Marquis thought he was, but then, the last time Marquis has propped the other boy up was in first year. Normally Mattie was adverse to any sort of help at all, and Marquis respected that. Asking for help... well, whatever it was, it had to be back. What caught the blonde off guard was Mattie’s face nuzzling into his neck, breathing there a moment before he settled into place. It was like a wedge had been shoved down Marquis’ spine, he was completely stiff for a moment or two, brown eyes wide.
”I... yeah, I am.“ he had no idea what to say to that. Mattie wasn’t the type to get mushy in these sorts of situations – if anything, he was gruff and tough – but the blonde wasn’t given a lot of time to think about it. One of Mattie’s hands, giant compared to his own but slightly colder than normal, came around his neck to stroke at his jawline, and left Marquis floundering for words. It was out of character, but damn, some part of Marquis did want Mattie to act like this. Where Zachary was crushing on him, Marquis had the same feelings for Mattie... and last night didn’t help. To have affections put upon him so soon afterwards, when he could still imagine what the tingling Veela charm felt like, was certainly hitting at a weak point in the armour.
”Gawd, mate, ye’re really messed up.” the boy muttered, trying to distract himself with talking as he felt Mattie limp along with him. ”Told’ja we shoulda just left ‘er, but noooo, you never do listen ta me. Can’t leave well enough alone.”
Piper really was doing a good job. The nuzzling and pecking of the head really distracted Marquis, and she could have led him anywhere. Marquis wouldn’t have even questioned, assuming it was the Veela charm that was effecting him, not just the butterflies tumbling about in his stomach. What he did notice, however, was their closeness to one of the rough, stone walls.
”Er, did’ya wanna rest, mate? Yer lookin’ pretty shot, ‘fter all.” In all honesty, Marquis’ shoulders needed a rest... and so did his hormones.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 10:03 pm
Piper was hardly listening to the boy. She had a task, and his mumblings were really irrelevant. Her eyes, still shining through the Fake Mattie’s body were locked on the pocket of the jacket she needed to get to. She ‘mm’’d a little and pushed Marquis’s weight towards the wall and quickly spinning him around for a kiss. The fake Mattie could shut his eyes (a neat human trick she’d learned) for those kinds of kisses, so Piper wasn’t discovered.
Now came the weird part. Even while working her way towards the back of the throat of the boy, she still needed to be able to see the gun to grab it smoothly. She slowly shifted her eyes into her right palm, where her fingertips rested on Marquis’ chest. She saw the gun. But Marquis’ breathing was moving the jacket pocket. She’d need him to still-up, for at least a second.
With her other hand, Piper snaked her way down to the other boy’s pants, slowly tracing the crotchline. As soon as she felt his reaction, her other hand darted for the gun and held it to his rib cage. Piper opened her eyes, broke the kiss and smiled cheerily at Marquis.
“You taste funny.” She said in her normal voice. It must’ve been his funny voice, she’d deduced.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 10:45 pm
Oh. Gods. Sure, Mattie might have kissed him the night before but Marquis was not expecting a repeat performance. If anything, he was getting incredibly mixed messages: Kisses, then grumpy, then more kisses? There wasn’t a lot the blonde could make of it with Mattie’s heat bearing down on him like this, and he certainly couldn’t ask. Not with Mattie’s tongue down his throat. A pleasant moan escaped the blonde as he felt Mattie lean down on him, a comforting prescience that left very little to Marquis except for the boy to kiss back and enjoy.
The moan turned almost into a whimper as Mattie’s hands, feeling even larger than normal, moved to more... intimate areas. Even without the lack of charm, the boy seemed like complete putty in ‘Mattie’s’ hands, and the reactions were immediate.
And then the mood changed, and cold metal was pressed against his stomach. It was a stark contrast to the heat of ‘Mattie’s’ body, and made the blonde’s eyes snap open immediately. What met him was Mattie’s empty eye-sockets, and had there been no wall behind him Marquis would have jerked backwards. What the hell was happening? Where was Mattie, and...
He recognised the voice. Even after three years, he remembered it and the already pale boy blanched even further. Any arousal in him died immediately, and despite the gun pushing into his gut, he squirmed.
”s**t... “ Well, he guessed it served him right.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 10:52 pm
Mattie was not amused. He’d been walking for almost twenty minutes and all he’d found was a dead rat. It’s ghost tried to follow him. Honestly, every bloody rock was enchanted somehow at Hogwarts. You couldn’t brush your teeth without farting a rainbow. It was embarrassing. Never mind how proud all the houses or magical frats and sororities were of being able to flick a wand and claim superiority to the average ogre. Whoopee. You can now travel slightly faster than the modern coconut-laden swallow. (African.) As long as you don’t get shot down by a muggle who’s bound and determined to find a U.F.O. Life of the wizard wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Why yes. Mattie was still in a foul mood. What on earth could prompt you to ask?
Marquis should have at least found something but he hadn’t felt any pinch yet. He had brushed his arm on the hallway a couple times, but otherwise nothing. He did feel an odd tingling sensation. But he suspected that was just from skipping breakfast, or whatever.
What the ********? Mattie looked down at his crotch. That was not from breakfast. Oh hell. Was Marquis just jerking off instead of finding the djinni? Mattie was furious. He turned on his heel and started storming back towards Marquis’ section. He couldn’t have gotten far.
He started to hear Marquis’s voice, little moans and groans. Mattie rolled his eyes. He’d quieted down his footsteps so that he could burst in and give Marq a good whack to the side with the pipe. But then he heard another voice, one that was deeper, and rougher. One that sounded a lot like… no. Mattie was chilled to the bone, and he couldn’t explain why. Something about that second voice being there just made him irrationally angry. He stepped out from behind the hallway intersection, still hidden by it’s shadow and looked. He saw Marquis being pinned to the wall, by a considerably injured …Mattie?
What. the. <********>. Mattie blinked a few times, but it was definitely himself that was snogging the living daylights out of Marquis. And neither party seemed to be making any complaints. Mattie was sure that the… The Other One was fake. He had to be. So that meant Marquis thought he was real. And that meant Marquis…? Mattie’s head was reeling, and he was feeling kind of dizzy. All he knew was that he never should have come after the djinni.
Mattie looked back, and the fake had it’s eyes open, or rather eyelids. There were no eyes. He looked further and it had a gun pressed to Marquis’ ribcage. Mattie decided now would be a good time to step out from the shadows. He took out his silver pipe and swung it out at the eye-less… thing.
“Step back, or I’ll put silver through your face. My face. Whatever.” Mattie scowled at the stumble. Damn shifting creatures. They were so confusing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 11:05 pm
Well darn it. Piper slowly slinked her eyes back into Fake-Mattie’s eye sockets. It was getting rather annoying seeing everything out of her palm, that was now blocked by the gun. Now that it would matter. She needed to get rid of the other boy too. How on earth he knew the blonde one was in trouble was a mystery to Piper. She’d been perfectly stealthy about everything. She was rather saddened by this. Maybe she was losing her touch. Getting old. She did have her thousand-something-or-other birthday two months ago. Oh bother.
But that was for another time. Her eyes blinked back into place, and she stared down the real Mattie. Hmph. Silver. That would hurt real bad. However, he couldn’t hit her as fast as she could shoot Marquis. So she went with that. Tilting the gun a little so it would hit his left arm, Piper shot a single bullet.
“Now we’re even.” She smiled at him, and turned the gun towards Mattie instead. “Now, you’re Mattie, right?”
Piper slowly shifted into Marquis’ form. “Would you hit me?” She mimicked Marquis’ voice and smiled up at Mattie through made-up bruises.
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