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 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.]

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Nice. [Jail nods in appreciation. Her main tactics in a fight are 1. be hard to hit and 2. be as annoying as possible. So she respects a good trap.]

Is it, like, a barrier? Or is it more of a "shunt 'em into a teeny pocket dimension for a sec" kinda thing?

[She's squinting thoughtfully at the thorns. Are those little glowing faces in there? ...Neat.]

[subconmodo]

A mix of both. Couldn't quite get the hang of a full pocket dimension, but it might as well be one at this point! Nice and disorienting, just how I like it.

[nor_iron_bars]

Sweet. Nice thorns, too- very aesthetic. Gotta respect the goth look.

[Jail doesn't have room to talk, given her... everything.]

So, you putting these all over the place for a reason, or did you just kinda feel like it today?

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Oh, you know... Got to feeling a bit nostalgic. Sometimes you just gotta drag [He mimes yanking on something] people out of their comfort zone and have a little fun at their expense!

[nor_iron_bars]

Mood.

[Look, it's not like she can argue against that.]

Got any real screamers yet, or was it all people trying to look cool and tough, like they totally weren't freaked out at all? That's always funny.

[subconmodo]

I'd like to say they've all been terrified children.

Unfortunately, it's mainly been faculty and people stepping in my traps on purpose to annoy me.

[that's not even meant to be a jab or anything. It's just his life]

[nor_iron_bars]

We're like that a lot.

[Exhibit A: this hot mess right here.]

Maybe try to capitalize on that, I guess? Y'know, put up a sign next to one of these things that says "absolutely do not enter, this means you" or something and watch 'em yeet themselves right in on principle.