RP Thread - Nny and Squee

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Even with his current worries, flying made Nny smile. Nothing pressed at him, when he was flying. No intrusive throngs of human flotsam, no stupid, squalid bleating that usually passed for conversation, no disappointments, no...

But it could be nice, flying with someone else. If it was someone whose company wasn't inherently abhorrent. And there actually were a few people here who fit that stringent description.


Oddly enough, most of them were in Gryffindor.


Well, it was a destination. Even if the approach did make him wince a little. What had happened to that heart, anyway? He must have dropped it at some point. Probably in the lake. He wondered idly if Cthulhu would take points if he noticed it.


Someone to fly with. Catching sight of a small figure seated at a desk in one of the Gryffindor dorms, his smile widened. There was someone he hadn't gone flying with. Come to think of it, Nny couldn't remember having seen him on a broom at all. Perfect! He flew up to the window, jiggled it a little, then pushed it open and leaned casually on the windowsill.

"Come on, Squee! I'm going to take you flying." He grinned. "Call it a reward for your Charms grade."

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"So far away from everything," Nny murmured, more to himself than to Squee. "You could almost forget it was ever there. Forget it all and never go back. Just keep going higher..."

He jerked the broomhandle up, launching them into one of his beloved, dizzying, near-vertical upswings.

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This time, no power on earth would've been able to stop Todd from shrieking. It was either that, or be sick.

"AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

*So, next time the poster boy for mental disturbance comes knocking at your window, you're gonna listen to me, right?*

(OOC: Laughing so hard right now xD)

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The sound broke Nny out of his reverie. He blinked at Squee, for a moment trying to remember why he was there. Then he smiled. "Exhilarating, right? I think we should try a dive next."

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Todd stared up at Johnny in mute horror, the expression on his face clearly saying something along the lines of 'Oh dear god, I'm stuck who knows how many feet up in the air on a broomstick with a homicidal maniac who flies like an escapee from the Disney theme park ride from hell'.

Eventually, he managed to croak out something that sounded a bit like 'Cthulu-jerky...!'

(OOC: New icon for the occasion! If it works, anyway.)

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"I'm trying to work on my dives, really," Nny said conversationally. "I think Teatime's got the edge on me there. It gives me a reason to practise." With a manic giggle, he aimed the broom at the lake far below, sending them into a steep, rapid descent.


(icon lurve!)

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*See? Right towards the lake. What'd I tell ya? Say goodnight, jerky-boy. Or would it be sushi-boy, since Cthulu's an octopus-type guy? Then it'd be like cannibalism. Jerky-boy it is.*

"...I..." Todd gulped. If he managed to live through this, he wasn't going to be able to sleep for weeks. "...I...OHMYGODIDON'TWANNABECTHULUJERKYYYYYYYY~!!"

The few bits of Todd's mind that weren't zinging with adreneline pointed out that it just figured that Johnny would be friends with Teatime, who was pretty crazy in his own right, and (if he'd understood him correctly at the sorting) spent his free time trying to figure out how to off the easter bunny. Unfortunately, the rest of Todd's mind was too terrified to appreciate the irony.

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Staring fixedly at the lake as they plummeted, Nny didn't veer upward until the very tip of the broom touched the surface, and water splashed off his feet and the bristles as he brought them around in a lazy arc.

"Heh-heh, that was a bit sloppy, wasn't it? Just as well it wasn't over the Quidditch pitch, because..." He brought his hands together in a resounding clap, snickering. "SPLAT!"

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Todd squeaked and jumped about a foot in the at the SPLAT (or he would've, anyway, if he hadn't been holding the broom in a death grip. As it was, it was more sort of a startled jerk. If he hadn't been holding on properly, the shock probably would've made him fall into the lake.) Gasping for breath and wildly trying to pull himself back together, he made a mental note to never, never, never, NEVER play quidditch.

((Mental trauma ahoy!))

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"I knew you'd see how exciting this is. What do you think... should we work on loops, or just see how fast this thing can go?"


((Isn't trauma pretty much what holds the poor kid's mind together? ;) ))

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Once again, Nny's question was met with Todd's patented mute-stare-o'-horror. He hadn't noticed yet, but his right eye had begun to twitch slightly.

*Squee! I've got it! Act like you're going to be sick! That way he'll either dump you in the lake right now and put you out of your misery, or touch down on ground for a while!*

Act sick? I hardly even have to act at this point!

"Umm..." he started, once he found his voice again.

((More or less, yeah xD))
((On that note, I think I have to take a break for tonight - I seriously need to get some more homework done ^^;; ))

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((Ack, forgot to mention I'll probably be back on tomorrow ^^;))

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((No worries! See ya then!


...and I actually CafePress'ed that button (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/atalantapendragonne/wwjd.jpg). Wonder if I'll get it in time for my next visit with the therapist...))

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"It would be a shame not to enjoy the view, I suppose." He swung his legs up and slowly stood, carefully balanced on the broom's handle. "It is rather nice from up here."

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Todd breathed a shaky sigh of relief and relaxed his deathgrip a little bit, too relieved at having finally stopped moving to worry about Johnny overbalancing and falling off the broom, sending them both to a horrible splashy death.

Staring wide-eyed at the water below, he had to admit that the view was pretty neat. He probably would have appreciated it more if he'd been able to fully get over the mind-numbing terror.

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((Aaaack, forgot to add this bit ><; Sorry!))
*Sooooo? What about the whole faking-sick-and-going-back-to-land plan, huh?* Shmee mentally interrupted.

Um... I'll save that for later. In case he starts doing loop-de-loops or something. Todd answered. Besides, the more he thought about faking sick, the more he actually felt sick, and if he thought too much about faking sick, then he might actually be sick, and--

Great. He wasn't even making sense anymore.

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It's so pretty when you're looking down on it...


No. Dammit, no.

"No..." he muttered under his breath, and shook his head in an effort to clear it. This was perhaps not an ideal time for moping and distraction.


"But it's no fun just tagging along, is it?" Nny leaned forward slightly. "Now it's your turn to steer."


((No prob!))

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...Wait, what?

"My... what?" Todd incredulously half-repeated, just to make sure that he'd heard correctly. A second or two later, the full impact of Johnny's comment kicked in and his jaw dropped.

"B-but I don't know how to drive one of these things!" he yelped. "The first flying lesson was over before I got here, and..." - he swallowed and tried very, very hard not to think about the nightmares where he flew so quickly that his face melted off - "...and.." he paused for a second as Shmee added his mental commentary, "Shmee says we're gonna crash into that tree that pounds everybody and we're gonna explode in a firey mess of organs and people-meat."

((Argh! I'm really sorry for disappearing so abruptly and for so long, real life came along and decided to kick my ass tonight.))

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"Oh, it's easy." Sitting down again, Nny peered over Squee's shoulder, grinning at him. "You've already got a good grip, and we're in the air. You just point it where you want to go, and lean forward to go faster. We only have to crash into a tree if you really want to."



((No worries! It'll always wait until you have time.))

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Looking back at Johnny, Todd nodded uneasily, still not completely convinced. On the other hand, now that things had calmed down a bit and his rattled nerves had had a chance to recover, he was feeling a bit better about the situation. Some tenacious, long-suffering part of his brain that might have been Optimism even pointed out that this might be kind of fun. Provided he didn't go out of control and crash into the tree, of course.

" He gingerly nudged the broom a little to the right and leaned forward, then squeaked in surprise as he felt the broom start to move. His grip on the handle tightened reflexively as the broom sped up, and his mind kept going back to the out-of-control nightmares. Todd looked back at Johnny again, and asked "How do you make it slow down?", not quite able to keep down a rising note of panic in his voice.

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"Well, if you really want to do that..." He rested his chin on Squee's shoulder. "If you sit up, it'll slow down. Try getting a lot of speed going and then sitting up really fast, just make sure you're holding on tight."

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If he held on any tighter, he'd be getting splinters.

Todd slowly leaned down again and held on for dear life as the broom zoomed along, squeezing his eyes shut against the wind and... well, secretly kind of enjoying himself. He hadn't expected that last bit.

*Mach 1, Squee!* Shmee chimed in, a bit of an evil chuckle edging his voice. Todd quickly sat up and jerked backwards as the broom screeched to a halt in midair. "Eep!!"

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"See? I knew you'd be good at it. I'd say you should ask about being on the Quidditch team, but I think that's going to get a little rough. I'd hate to have to hit a bludger at you."

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"... Um. I don't really like sports that much anyway. What's... what's a bludger?" Whatever it was, it didn't sound pleasant. Especially since it sounded so much like the word 'bludgeon'.

Todd relaxed his grip on the broom handle again and shifted his weight slightly. It was weird, having a conversation with Johnny that was almost halfway normal. Slightly unnerving, definitely strange, but (and this was the important bit) not completely terrifying.

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"Disgusting, isn't it? Sports. But it's flying, so that's all right." He smiled again, uncannily calm. "Bludgers are... about the size of your head. They fly at people. I wanted to put spikes on `em, but they wouldn't let me. I get to carry a bat and smack them around, though." The mental image made him giggle; at least they could have spikes in his thoughts.

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Oh-kay, the conversation had just veered back into the 'mildly disturbing' category. At least it explained why Johnny was on the Quidditch team.

"That sounds..." horribly, horribly painful? Spikey? A bit like dodgeball back at Scool? "Um... different." he finished lamely.

((OOC: Gonna have to pack it in for tonight again, it's 2:40 AM here and I needs t'sleep @_@))