He's going to wear his voice out [OPEN]

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Who: Avery, open
What: Avery attempts to get his rep back. Questionably -- Will match people's format!
Where: Around campus
When: Before the Herald announcement
Warning: Pop quizzes



A1. Truly a being who inspires fear (Variant 1)

[Wow, whoever's in charge of taking care of the weeds on campus sure seems to be slacking, huh? Or maybe, considering all these thorns are cropping up in rings, the fae decided to go goth? Either way you've somehow managed to step foot in one of them and it's like you've been pulled into another dimension, filled with dark, swirling purple fog. It might even be a sight familiar to some of you.

What might not be familiar is the 15-foot tall shadow ripping itself up out of the ground, eyes glowing bright as hot coals as it stares you down.]

FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL! Smooth moves there! You really know how to screw yourself over!

[Is that... Professor Atchison?]

You know, if this were my forest, you'd TOTALLY be dead right now! Luckily for you, it's not. Unluckily for you, I'm not feeling that charitable.

Time for a pop quiz!


A2. Truly a being who inspires fear (Variant 2)

[It's a beautiful day out. Birds are singing, the sun is shining, flowers are blooming...

Shame all of that's hard to see at the moment.

Somehow you missed the trap laid out and now you've been ripped up into the air, trapped in a bag. Luckily (or unluckily), the fabric itself is rather flimsy, and with enough of a struggle you'll be out in no time.

...Right into one of Avery's traps.

Cue the FOOOOOOOOOLery from above.]


B. Truly a being who inspires... fear??

[How many times have you stepped into these traps by now? Or maybe you just were REALLY not who he was expecting. Either way, once Avery pops in to give his speech, it's a bit... lackluster.]

FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooo... Oh. It's you.

[He actually sounds a little hoarse]


C. Office Hours Catch-all

[Looking to talk with Avery one on one? Feel free to hit him up here!]

Comments

B i'm sorry

[spelleton]

[ There is absolutely no way Ekkehardt would ever step into a trap on purpose, barring being intensely distracted in some way.

He isn't. He just did it on purpose.

To be an asshole. ]

You're not going to have any voice left to teach at this rate.

[ His voice is mild. ]

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Look. It's completely worth it. Keeps them on their toes.

When someone isn't taking that experience away from everyone.

[spelleton]

Is it my fault you don't have better identifying methods?

[ It is, however, his fault for triggering it in the first place, so it's like a 50/50 split.

He's probing the composition of the trap with his own magic, idly, wondering if he can even find anything out about it. Avery can likely feel him casually prodding.
]

B

[unpocoloco]

[The first time it'd happened he'd been startled enough to actually be subject to the pop quiz. The second time, with struggle and all he'd just sort of... gone along with it. But this is not the first or second.

It may not even be the third. Never mind him missing the trap again--]

Yes, it's me. Avery, are you okay? Do you need to, like... talk about... something?

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[He groans, head in his hand.]

No. I don't need to talk. I'm FINE. PEACHY!

I mean, it's not like I have the same person constantly ending up in my traps, taking away the experience from other people or anything!

A2

[fireindreams]

[It hurts to admit but Grimm does indeed miss the trap. And as punishment for missing said trap the Troupe Master finds himself hoisted into the air, trapped in a bag.

He actually does not struggle for a moment. Really. Grimm has survived countless assassination attempts by the Nightmare King's old Clan but it is a cloth bag that gets him in the end. Just why.

Eventually he does start to work his way out of the bag by lighting it on fire, dropping safely to the ground. At least until the second trap goes off. Grimm sees the purple smoke and immediately teleports.

The trapper can FOOOL all he wants. Grimm meanwhile is standing just a few inches out of the trap's radius, just watching Avery.]

Well. I cannot say I have not see that before.

Re: A2

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[He doesn't even get through his whole speech. The FOOOOL cuts off somewhere in the middle, with Avery looking around wildly.]

What the--?!

[And then he catches sight of Grimm, the trap completely disappearing. Avery, however, remains in his shadow form, hands on his hips.]

You can't do that! That's cheating!

A2

[bejustorbedead]

[Ky was distracted, between the lingering uncertainty due to his rampage and the upcoming battle - he wasn't as alert as he should be, so when the world suddenly went dark the man struggled, easily tearing out of the bag and immediately dropping]

Ah-?!

[Instinct from war took over, the air crackles and he lets out a blast of blue-white lightning all around him, thankfully just enough to fill the surroundings with a high amount of static and making the air smell like ozone]

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FOOOO--AAARGH!

[Avery's grand entrance is immediately foiled. He isn't hurt, but all the static shocks have both served to startle him and leave the fluff around his shadowy neck a poofy mess]

B.

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail's just looking around curiously, memories that are and aren't hers drifting to the surface.]

Huh. It looks super different when I'm not all teeny.

[Jasmine's been in one of these traps before, even if she hasn't. She wanted to see if it felt the same as an adult. ...Mostly she's a lot less nervous and a lot more scientifically intrigued.]

Does this work kinda like a fairy ring, or...?

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[He folds his arms and leans back with a sigh. Even if he has no intention of getting into ALL the nitty gritty details of his traps, he supposes he can answer a question or two]

Not really. It does exactly one thing: separate someone from the rest of the world for as long as I want.

[Which is up to an hour, but saying it that way makes it much more ominous.]

a1;

[inflictwounds]

[The truth of the matter is Hieke didn’t see the ring on the ground - he’s not expecting it to be there, and he’s just on his way back from a shopping trip in Soleil. It’s just a boring, average day where boring, acerage things are going to happen.

And then he ends up in a shadowy void with someone yelling at him. He blinks, slowly, up at Avery.]

...What?

[More blinking, as he works through what Avery said.]

What??

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That's right! Congratulations!

Now. Let's begin with an easy one:

In the SyFy Original Movie "Bearpocalypse," how do the grizzly bears end up zombified?

C

[arcadianvampire]

[Oh, Valvatorez caught sight of many of Avery's various traps across campus. He never bothered to trip one, nor did he even bother warning anyone of them being about. He did, however, watch at times as he messed with the various students and faculty who *did* trip them either intentionally or by accident.

And oh, was it a laugh riot all day.

Towards the end of Avery's office hours, Valvatorez shows up, with a knock on the door. In his arms he actually has a tray full of piping tea... with a bottle of honey on it. Hades knows the toll that all that delightful declaration of "FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL" would take on one's throat.]

Avery? You have a moment?

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Come in.

[His voice cracks a bit when he tries to raise it and he makes a face.

Ugh. He should have brought lozenges with him or something while he was out there.]

A2

[talkstoposters]

[Bowser would not have avoided the trap because 1) he probably didn't even see it and 2) why would he assume that there's traps out here in the first place? Plus it's Bowser. He probably convinced himself he could brute way his force out of any trap or rough situation. Surprisingly, though, he actually does!

...kind of.

When he sets the first trap, it does capture him and fling him upwards...and upwards...and upwards. The sudden shift in positioning coupled with his spike-lined shell caused him to easily tear right through the sack and just keep right on going...until he stops. He flails his limbs around in shock before he starts plummeting to the ground.]

CCCCRRRRRRRRrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuddddddddddddd-

[He then crashes back down onto the ground, face first, leaving a Bowser-shaped crater about an foot deep into the ground. New dimension or no, he's still very much plant into the ground. At least he seems fine.]

Oww...

[...except for his pride. That's pretty damaged.]

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[He tried. He really did. He's supposed to be a professional about these things.

But a situation like this? Well. He's pretty sure he can be forgiven for doubling over in wheezing laughter]

A2

[descolation]

[Still being a new student here, Desco isn't really knowledgeable of all the ins and outs of the school, especially when it comes to Avery and his traps. So Desco's persistent curiosity and fondness for things that other people might fond creepy or ugly (like thorny vines") proves to be her undoing. She struggles in all manner of ways to get out of the sack, from clawing at it, blasting it, etc, but nothing seems to work at first.

Finally she manages to get free, but by that time Avery's already made his grand entrance. At first Desco starts to cower a bit, but then the gears in her head start turning.]

Y-y-you're...

[Slowly the fear she's feeling fades away, replaced by something else. Her wide-eyed expression of shock and terror changes into one of admiration.]

You're exactly the role model Desco's been looking for all her life! A real final boss!

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[Just as he's about to ask his questions, Desco speaks up, and for a second, Avery is absolutely speechless]

Excuse me?

Wildcard because fuck it (Dweller)

[hattersgonnahat]

[The exhaustion of finals, among other things, had been taking their toll on Puella's mind that she was becoming even more scatterbrained than normal. She was planning to take the mask out for some more exploration after class, but now with even more things to study tonight, it was going to have to wait. Unfortunately, she had completely forgotten that she brought the mask with her already in a separate bag. And now it simply sat alone in the classroom.]

[...Once the room appeared to be empty, a ghost of a hooded child materialized - searching for answers. Surely he hadn't been abandoned here..?]

[She was going to come back soon right?]

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[There's someone still in the classroom.

He ignores them at first, assuming it's just some student wanting help with this, that, or some other thing, and if they want his attention, they can stop being lazy, walk over to his desk, and ask him themselves.

But they don't. They just stand there. Or sit there. Whatever it is they're doing. He hasn't bothered to look up yet. And then he does--just a passing glance, a moment's curiosity more than anything else, but it leaves a lasting impression.

(Memories of walking through town as hooded, masked children run about to play with one another. The way they laugh and try to play with her. How she laughed with them and danced while he stood and watched with a smile.)

He feels like he should be sour. Instead he just feels numb.

Avery sets his pen to the side and leans forward on his elbows, hands clasped just under his chin.]

You're a long way from home, kid.

[It's been ages since he spoke Old German, but the words come as though he never stopped.]

A1.... or B if you think that's more suitable!

[vengeancedivine]

[When Avery shows up, it's not a student or a teacher that's been caught in his trap this time. So perhaps this young Chinese man's unfamiliarity with these traps is the reason that he's been tricked at all? ...Or maybe he intended to be here in the first place. He, of all people, certainly should know better.]

Oh dear. I seem to be trapped. Whatever shall I do?

[Yeah, he definitely meant to do this. And his acting is terrible.]

B!

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[He crosses his arms and heaves a heavy sigh]

You know, you really know how to take all the fun out of this for a guy. Maybe take an acting class or something, will you?

A1

[partiallysquirrelblood]

[Doreen, chatting with Tippy-Toe and a half-dozen red squirrels, is just distracted enough to fall into Avery's trap. It's an issue, bit Avery probably has some of his own right now.]

[Namely the fact that he only manages to get halfway through his shout before he's got seven pissed-off squirrels going for his face.]

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[OH GOD ONE'S GOING FOR HIS EYES.]

Call them off! CALL THEM OFF!