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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[squeegeetodd.livejournal.com]

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 @_@))

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"It's an excuse to spend a lot of time flying. It seems like pretty much all the people who don't deserve an immediate painful death are playing, anyway, so that's all right, and I was bribed pretty nicely."

((Mmmm, sleep. I have to get me summa dat someday.))

[squeegeetodd.livejournal.com]

Oh, right, the immediate painful deaths. That was why he was scared of Johnny.

*Bravo, he remembers! Give the boy a cookie!*

Todd tensed up and chanced another glance up at Johnny, eyes wide. He'd said that so casually, too, like it was nothing out of the ordinary. "What'd they bribe you with?" he asked, trying to keep his imagination away from the more morbid possibilities that came to mind.

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"My own Brainfreezy machine! Well, almost. It's Ravenclaw's in general." He frowned suddenly. "But it's in the bar. I don't like that. I don't like being around drunks. I get... aggravated."

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Todd's eye twitched slightly. He had a pretty good (and very, very graphic) idea of what happened to people when Johnny got aggravated. He still woke up sometimes in the middle of the night, half expecting to hear the horrible sounds coming from next door.

"... Brainfreezy? Is that like a... a slushie or something?"

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"Exactly. Be a lot better if there wasn't a machine for frickin' daquiris right next to it." The frown deepened into a scowl. "I'm really going to need to Do Something about that sometime."

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Todd paled and slowly inched away from his neighbor, as much as the remaining broom-space would allow, anyway.

Shmee? He's getting that look...

*And exactly what do you want me to do about it? You got yourself into this mess, remember?*

"...Do...Something?" Ohhhh, that didn't sound good. "You're not gonna...?" he trailed off, and finished with a tiny

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"What, strap them to their beds with barbed wire and use a soldering iron to write AA's 12 Steps on their chests? Nah, I think I can come up with something more original than that. Nice idea, though."

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By now, Todd was perched on the very edge of the broomstick with his hair standing on end and his eyes about to pop out of his sockets. He could feel his brain cells snapping, crackling and popping in rebellion against the awful mental images that were parading around his brain.

How did he get that from what I said?!

*Don't ask me. You barely even said anything beyond 'meep'. Interpreting stuff like that takes talent, albeit a messed-up kind of talent.*

"That... that wasn't-!" he squeaked.

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"Wasn't a bad idea? No. Not a bad idea at all. But I was thinking more along the lines of caltrops. Just gotta decide where to put them."

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*Don't ask, Squee, don't-!*

"C-caltrops?" Todd repeated in horror, before he could stop himself.

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"Spiky things," Nny answered with a grin. "Kind of like jacks, only sharp. You put them where they'll get stepped on. Subtle, comparatively, but I need to pace myself."

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Todd paused in mid-wince as something suddenly occured to him. This was a school, wasn't it? You couldn't go around caltropping other students, could you?

"... Wouldn't you get detention for that or something?" he asked hesitantly.

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"That's why I have to be subtle." He shrugged. "Maybe I'll put Tabasco on them."

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"Tabasco sauce?!" he yelped. He'd gotten tabasco sauce on a papercut at a mexican restaurant once, and just imagining that kind of stinging pain on his feet, in puncture wounds no less, made him curl his toes.

*Aaaaand there's your nightmare-fodder for another week. This must be a new record. You've got what, two, three weeks worth now from one night? What say you change the subject before your chances of sleeping at all go out the window for an entire month?*

Todd mentally nodded and frantically tried to think of something else to talk about that wasn't completely out of left field.

"Oh! Um... he added, somewhat lamely. The various death threats had given him nightmares, but Johnny hadn't actually carried any of them out (which at least saved some mental imagery), and the creepy werewolf guy had seemed almost scarier than him in comparison.

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"I don't like Fenrir," he said with quiet intensity. "I will do something about him at some point. But in the meantime I wasn't going to let him near you. And Gryffindor's a good place for you to be."

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"He seems pretty..." he trailed off, staring wide-eyed at his neighbour. Something about Johnny's intensity was scaring him, though not in the usual 'dear lord, I'm sitting next to a crazy man who's casually talking about using other people's feet as hot-sauce covered pincushions' sort of way. This was different, darker almost, but he couldn't quite place how.

Just thinking about people trying to eat him made him think of Granpa Hatey, and thinking of Granpa Hatey made him remember the last time he came to visit, and then he started imagining Granpa Hatey as a werewolf (although frankly, he was scary enough as an ancient, senile cannibalistic cyborg-granpa), and then --

"The people in Gryffindor seem nice, though." he added, partly to keep his mind off Granpa Hatey and ohgodhewasgettingthekittenflashbacksagain.

((*has been listening to Defying Gravity, and can't stop imagining Nny with bright green skin xD*))

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"He does. And worse things. He... wants to make other people be like him. People too young to have decided whether they'll be the typical pathetic waste of space or the rare few who choose to act like actual humans."

Realizing he was starting to growl under his breath, he broke off.

"I know some good people in Gryffindor, though. I'm pretty sure Adam keeps an eye on you, and... Devi would probably help if you had a problem. And a bunch of the other Gryffindors I don't even know, they're do-gooder sorts."


((hee, someone just put in an app for Elphaba! I'm still trying to get Nny calmed down from Jimmy's app, though...))

[squeegeetodd.livejournal.com]

*I think you hit a nerve there, little man!* Shmee remarked, sounding perversely cheerful. Todd hadn't failed to notice the growl, and was looking even more on-edge than before. If there had been any room left on the broomstick, he would've scooched further away.

"...Who're Adam and Devi?"

((Yee! I was wondering if we were gonna get some Wicked characters in here ^^))

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"They're." Nny took a deep breath and tried to smile."They're both on your house Quidditch team. Devi's sort of quiet..."And whose fault is that, hmmm?"...but I'm pretty sure she'd do something about it if you told her you were having trouble with something. Adam..." Nny's grin was unforced this time. "Adam seems to actually like helping people, though, and he understands things. All sorts of things."

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Todd blinked and raised an eyebrow, a bit puzzled by Johnny's change in expression. All in all, it was probably better not to ask about it. "I'll look for them if something... bad happens. Is Adam a student counseler or something? He sounds a little bit like one."

((Argh ><; Sorry for the suckage, my brain is all over the place tonight))

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"I don't think he's any official sort of counselor. If he was, he'd be full of shit, and he's not. But he's good to talk to, and he doesn't get shocked. I mean, he'll talk to me about... stuff... and I usually feel sort of calmed down after. So, Gryffindor is a good place for you to be."

[squeegeetodd.livejournal.com]

Todd really, really tried not to speculate on what sort of things Johnny and Adam's conversations would be about (unfortunately for him, his imagination jumped straight into the disturbing mental images anyway). Still... if Adam really was as good as Johnny said he was, then it might be neat to go talk to him sometime. He might even believe him about his old antichrist classmate and the aliens and everything.

"I... I like it there. So far.

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"I like it here too, really. It's a little... restricting... sometimes but there are some people whose mere existence doesn't put me into a berserker rage, so I get to have more conversations. The classes are pretty neat, too, even if," he grinned, "some of us get hit in the face with pillows. Not so many explosions yet, no."

[squeegeetodd.livejournal.com]

Don't think about the berserker rage, don't think about the berserker rage!!!

Todd actually giggled a tiny bit when Johnny mentioned the pillows, surprising himself completely, and from the feel of it, throwing Shmee totally off balance. "Y-you got hit with one too?"

*Squee? What are you doing?* Shmee asked suspiciously.