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

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[He definitely can. And that's when the trap disappears.

Nope. None of that, Gehring.]

Yeah, well, in my experience, most people don't fall into it more than once.

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If you're going to give pop quizzes, you should at least make sure you've got the students who actually take your class.

[ He's been hearing shouting over campus all day.

He lets out a short laugh when the trap vanishes. His own magic, red chains and bandages intertwined, wrap themselves back around his body and disappear. ]

It's very strong, though. I probably wouldn't be able to break it quickly.

[ Is he really giving criticism on the trap he was just in.......... ]

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Of course not. What's the point of a trap if someone can just leave? I've had years of experience to get it just perfect!

[spelleton]

Mm.

[ He just inclines his head in a nod, slightly less grudgingly than it would have been months ago. Agreeing with him is rare, but he sees no reason to disagree, even just to be petty. ]

It's a good thing I never decided to try my luck in one, before. I admit I was a little curious.

[ what is he even talking about ]

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[He arches an eyebrow at that]

You know, most people don't look at an obvious trap and think about what it would be like to be caught in it. Most sane people, that is.

And just what places have you been going to to see so many of my traps before now?

[spelleton]

I've put up with you for three years, so if I wasn't off-kilter before, I certainly am now. [ He's just being a shit at this point. He was always like this. ]

I used to travel for work purposes. [ Not untrue. ] It's not as if the place you used to live isn't notorious for people going in and never coming out. [ Also not untrue. ]

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[There's a pause there as he just. Stares. At Ekkehardt]

You traveled into my forest. On purpose.

...Hold on. Are you a hunter?

[spelleton]

[ That gets a short laugh. ]

With a uniform like this? [ He gestures at himself, like the idea is ridiculous. ] Hardly.

I was a battlefield medic, Atchison. I go where I'm needed, and I do what I need to. Sometimes that involves trying to track down people who went missing, because other people want to know where they are.

[ Not...technically untrue. ]

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[Wait. That's a uniform? All this time he thought the two of them just happened to have similar tastes in fashion. Huh.]

Right.

[He definitely doesn't believe that (it practically reeks of half-truths), but it's not like he has any other ideas on what Ekkehardt's profession might be]

I'd say you should consider yourself lucky that you're still alive, but it was probably a bit late for that even then.

[spelleton]

[ Well, they do have similar tastes in fashion. He's not wrong about that, at least.

But it's a uniform, and one he wears proudly as a representative of his family. It's just not something he talks about, because when does Ekkehardt ever talk about that sort of thing?

Practically never, in fact. What he did before he came here, what his life was like before. None of it has ever really come up, except in vague terms. ]

You'd be right. Four years too late, in fact.

[ His tone is wry. ]

And I'd make a poor medic if I couldn't navigate dangerous situations. I'm not that bad at avoiding hazards. Your forest isn't the worst thing I've ever been in.

[ WHICH JUST RAISES MORE QUESTIONS ]

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Medic. Right.

[Because seriously. What medic wanders their way into his forest? Who even thinks there'd be anything to save?]

You know, now that I think about it... Isn't it kind of ironic that a dead guy's one of the people in charge of keeping these students alive?