Fools Beware - Albel Nox has returned! (Unpopping)

[aquilus-albel.livejournal.com]

*There is a "pop" noise. This is, in fact, not the normal pop, but it is that noise spelled backwards. Albel steps off the plinth and looks around. How the hell did I get to another castle? And why, he adds mentally, am I covered in butter? Have I been here before? Something about... Slytherin... What a bizarre name. What fool would use that name for anything?

With an expression of distaste (which is normal), he steps regally out into the hallway. The effect is rather ruined by the way he slips on his own butter-covered boots and ends up in a heap against the opposite wall, but it's the thought that counts.*

Uuugh...

*Cower now, worms. Albel the Wicked is back. As soon as he can stand up.*

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[carriesapurse.livejournal.com]

Just then, a large purple creature came prancing down the corridor. He was on his way somewhere special.

"Slythewin?" he crooned. "Slyyyyythewwwwiiiiin!!!!"

[aquilus-albel.livejournal.com]

*Albel glares up at the purple... thing. As usual, he decides that in abscence of an actual species, he'll refer to it as a "maggot".*

What are you talking about, maggot? And there's an "r" in there - can't you speak properly? What are you, anyway?

((OOC: Nothing personal; Albel's just the sort of person who dislikes most everything that exists and many that don't.))

[carriesapurse.livejournal.com]

(( Hehe, np .. Tinky Winky is sort of immune to such concerns ... ))

Tinky Winky gave the man a quizzical look. One could practically see the gears turning in his oversized head as he tried to process the words being shot at him.

The gears would be cartoonishly large, and painted in psychedelic colors.

Then he blinked his huge-yet-beady eyes twice. Aha! "Maggie!" he caroled, pointing to Albel. "Me Tinky Winky, you Maggie!"

A disembodied male voice said, from nowhere in particular, "Wake up, Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you."

[aquilus-albel.livejournal.com]

No, I am not "Maggie." *If there's one thing that really gets on Albel's nerves, it's being mistaken for a woman. Or being made to think that this is the case, anyway. 'Course, it might help if he didn't actually wear a skirt.* I am Albel Nox. Albel the Wicked to you.

*At the disembodied voice, he jumps up and spins around.* Show yourself, worm!