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 Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 1:49 pm
The door slammed open. Oz appeared out of nowhere right in front of Gale's (tiny house) door. "You."
That was it, just you. He looked around the house, nodding to himself, took whatever was lying close to the entranceway in a slight fit of kleptomania and then turned around. "You have been summoned by the darkness."
On their way to the summon by the darkness they came across both Quinn and Otto. Quinn was grabbed because Oz thought he was hot and also because he looked like the perfect bait for whatever it was Oz was doing, and Otto was grabbed because Oz had indeed heard the horror stories, and he wanted to see the real deal.
"This way."
He turned around, suddenly again, in the middle of the training fields. "By the way, you can call me Dark Lord Oz. I respond only to torture and pain."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 1:53 pm
Gale, who had been sitting on the couch in his living room drinking a cup of tea and reading a book, gave Oz a startled look, opened his mouth to say something, and then promptly shut it again because there was really no point.
He sighed and grabbed his boots.
"Does that mean I can kick you in your arse?" Gale said, approximately five minutes later when they were on the training field. He gave Quinn and Otto a mildly exasperated look, sticking his hands in the pockets of his coat.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 1:53 pm
"What---hey--ow--hey!" Were Otto's grumbled words of distaste for his current situation. Recovering from a broken clavicle and some road rash made the already cranky boy all the more cranky. Let alone getting dragged to the training field by Dark Lord of Crazy. "Oh do you now?" Otto retorted with snark, kicking a stone at the dark robed pipsqueak. "How's that for pain?" Pain in the a**, really.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 2:53 pm
He was minding his own business, REALLY he was. There was no reason for him to be grabbed (manhandled more like it.) "What-" His retorts sounded similar to Ottos, only maybe a little less angry. More confused. And worried, this WAS Oz after all. Though he did notice Gale, who he was slightly familiar with after a, ironically, similar episode of kidnap-the-Quinn. He wondered if this would become a thing. Instead of threatening Oz, he chose to stay very quiet and still between the other two hunters and try not to poke the beast.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 2:59 pm
"Hey, Qui - Otto, are you dying or something?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 3:25 pm
The stone lobbed ineffectually off his grand sweeping dark cape that went over his dark robe. Oz turned around, crossing his arms. "Not that I want to be condescending or anything, but I outrank you. I could go on about how nobody appreciates me, because they don't, but I won't. Instead, I will just focus on how much you don't appreciate me."
They walked a little further past the training fields, Oz sizing up a few Hunters in his five foot graundeur before he stopped again at the the closed door to the office. At a very specific Death lead's office. "Okay, number one, you have to swear to secrecy through a dark handshake, if any word gets out, I will, not because I like it or anything, torture you alive as opposed to dead, and try my best not to enjoy it. Rule number two, this is all your fault Otto. And rule number three, this is all your fault Otto. Capiche?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 3:26 pm
And since the instructions had said a blonde and not the blonde, Oz sent in one more text, as backup sacrifice support.
Text From Oz To Shiloh, Get To His Highness's Office Or Die
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 3:34 pm
unlike everyone else here, Quinn was the only one who didn't recognize the office they were now at. Staring at it though, followed by Oz's speech, he wondered if they were all about to die horrible deaths. Quinn leaned in close to whisper to Gale. " Am i the only one who things this might be a really bad idea?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 4:06 pm
What? Hey, what was his fault? What did he even do? Why were they in Caelius's office? He looked at the other two present in the office with an expression and shrug that clearly said 'I didn't do it', like the ten year old he obviously was. "Think what might be a bad idea? Trusting some loser in a cloak? He gives off the reek of crazy, just like Mark does." Otto scoffed. Out ranked him. Whatever! Harrumph and all that biznat. "I ain't touchin yer hand, dude. How about a dark nod or something."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 4:11 pm
Unfortunately for Oz, or perhaps more unfortunately for the hunter that had picked the wrong hallway to take a shortcut through, a large portion of the berating of Otto and a small amount of the swearing to secrecy might have been overheard by a diminutive life hunter. He stopped in his tracks just slightly too long in his eavesdropping, until he realized that he was just as visible to them as they were to him. Said diminutive life hunter attempted to make a sharp u-turn away from what both looked and sounded like trouble. Trouble and his four friends. zoobey forgive my lack of willpower i miss RPing sammpai forgive my lack of willpower i miss RPing DON'T JUDGE MEEEeee Bittiface just gonna go over here and see what's at the far end of this hallway..... like an emergency exit....
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 4:39 pm
Oz pleasantly grabbed a hold of the diminutive Life Hunter's coat.
"I really didn't look forward to you." The look they gave said Life Hunter beneath their cloak suggested otherwise.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 7:49 pm
The “or die” part of Oz’s message had been pretty clear, and while Shiloh was in no hurry to attend another poetry meeting, he didn’t particularly want to become dead again either, and between the two of them, dealing with Oz seemed marginally less terrible. He rounded the corner, and met with another person, or rather crashed into another person, Shiloh having been moving at a fairly fast pace so as to not piss off His Highness and he practically bowled the poor person over, straight into the person right behind him. It was a bit like human dominoes. “Sorry, sorry, wasn’t looking where I was – Lucky?” Lucky, despite his namesake, certainly wasn’t lucky. The grip Oz had on his coat was probably terrifying, but somehow, the smile on Shiloh’s face, that suggested he was happy to have his partner in crime back, was scarier still. There was no escape. “I’m here,” he offered to Oz, as if it wasn’t obvious, and he waved at Quinn, Gale and Otto, giving them a friendly nod as he latched onto the other side of Lucky’s coat with his free hand. “Hey Quinnie, Gale, Otto. Whole gang’s here huh?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 8:59 pm
"Nope," Gale whispered back to Quinn. "This is a very bad idea."
He did like the idea of everything being Otto's fault, however, and gave Otto a winning and very smug smile as Oz dragged yet more people into their little cluster, bringing the grand total to Gale #1, Gale #2, Gale's not-boyfriend, Pretty in Pink, and The Unlucky One.
What a motley crew.
"So, Oz," said Gale as pleasantly as possible, giving Shiloh and Lucky smiles in greeting, "What in the bloody hell are we doing here?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 1:04 am
"Nice accent," Oz quipped to Gale, "I hope it's not permanent." He tugged on Lucky's shirt one more time for good luck and opened the door.
For those used to Caelius's office, it was actually surprisingly normal on the other side, for someone who made a big deal out of everything and explained absolutely nothing. At his usual table, Mark was working and looked frazzled, an assembly of mismatched runes currently in front of him, as if he was playing Mahjong with himself. At his usual throne-slash-desk the Death lead sat, apparently very annoyed at most likely mission reports.
Oz crossed his arms and turned to Mark. "So, which blonde is it."
"Huh, wha-?" Mark looked up. His eyes glazed over. "I don't remember, but I know he was holding something. And he had this look that was like, you know, when you know something bad is going to happen and-"
-"Which blonde is it." Oz repeated, slowly, nudging all those assembled into a literal assembly line.
"Uhhhhhhh," the Death assistant replied. He stopped, and pointed at Quinn and Lucky. "Wait, what are those two doing here?"
"That," Oz pointed at Lucky, "is there so nobody suspects anything, and that," Oz pointed at Quinn, "is my boyfriend."
Mark stared. He scrutinized, Otto, Gale and then Shiloh. "Okay, it's definitely not that guy." He pointed to Shiloh. "Which leaves these two, hmmm."
Oz took the time to admire Quinn's butt by lifting up the ends of his coat tails while Mark kept on thinking deeply. "Don't hurt yourself." He rolled his eyes.
"Okay, okay, hang on, I got this." Mark pointed to both of them. "Which of you touched a really bad forbidden, no-good, absolutely banned artifact recently?"
Silence.
"You should probably just ask them about horcruxes," Oz suggested.
"A what?"
"A horcrux."
"Bless you."
"A horcrux," Oz emphasized, "from Harry Potter you inferior species, stop ruining my life before I ruin yours. They're artifacts that create jinxes."
"Well more like curses," Mark corrected. He turned to the group assembled. "So like, did any of you guys, put the whammy on someone. Or do bad things?"
"Or touch anything," Oz supplemented.
Mark sighed. "Or touched anything."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 8:07 am
Quinn looked a little exasperated at Otto for a moment, wondering how he could not see the potential crazy that was the Oz. Maybe Otto had yet to deal with him before, otherwise he would know. At least Gale believed him. At the appearance of Lucky, his fellow life hunter was shot a 'pleasedontleavemealone' look, that the other likely missed once given a stare from the short 'dark lord'. A brief moment later, Shiloh was shot the same look. Only Shiloh seemed to want to go into the office? He didn't need to be subdued by Oz. Once inside, the... room seemed highly unre markable? The only two people sitting inside though, DID make the Life boy pause and stare. Oh boy. Not only Mark, but Caelius as well. He decided to stay quiet, seeing as two of the potential crazies in the room were discussing the people they brought in. When Oz finally said exactly why he was here though, it caused his jaw to drop, he imagined it would hit the floor if that was possible from his dumbstruck he felt. " WHAT?" For Quinn, who normally tried not to speak too loudly and gather attention to himself, this exclamation was rather sudden. He looked dumbfounded at Oz, Quinn was NOT his boyfriend, where did that even come from? He tried to think of how and the world Oz could even come to that conclusion. He wanted to deny it, wanted to say Hell no... but in the back of his mind, he remembered Oz's words from before. Would Oz torture Quinn for denying it? To add Icing to this Crazy Cake? Mark and Oz now seemed to be talking about Harry Potter as if it was real. Lost in thought, Quinn felt his coat move only to see- "Dont do that!" He hissed, jumping away from Oz and trying, failing, to push his himself inside the group of people. Oh man was this going to be a hell of a day, now all he needed was for them to make some sort of connection to his last name and Quinn would be even more screwed. Looking up, He mouthed at Shiloh a simple 'help me' plea.
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