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locke cole ([info]lockecole) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-07-18 10:46:00

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Entry tags:!log, locke cole, severus snape

bad breath and bad vibes
Who: Locke Cole + Severus Snape
When: Late evening, maybe.
Where: New York State Theater
What: Monster in the house!
Rating/status: ~PG/finished.

Oh God, and they were getting to the good part!

The British envoy had just arrived and Tuptim and Lun Tha were missing! Locke didn't notice how tightly he was gripping the arms of his seat until the chandeliers shuddered...and chandeliers never shuddered. The tickle of light had taken him out of the moment and he felt rotten -- he'll have to see this play, again. But his fingers did relax and he looked up to the lights and the shadows in-between it and the glass that covered the ceilings.

He could have sworn he heard something move up there...

Locke disappeared from the audience as quietly as Tuptim...or maybe not so quietly because Tuptim was apparently found as he left the hall. Dammit, what happens next?!

Finding his way around the theater had been easy enough and soon, he would be slipping into the concealed space just above the light. It was dusty to say the least, and it smelt bad enough for Locke to wrinkle his face and press the back of his gloved hand to his nose. God, what is with that stench?! He was not new to it but he definitely didn't like it.

Down below, Tuptim was swearing hysterically that she would join Lun Tha in death (So he died?! Geeeeez!) while Locke set free his polished, metallic boomerang as well as his red-veined sword from his makeshift sack (it was starting to wear, anyway) and wore them carefully on him. He was quieter than a rat as he crept across the space.

But the silence didn't last for long. Mid-way from the edge to where the chandelier hung, he spotted a lethargic body sprawled along the dirt and he took haste to approach it and cradle the head to his arm. It was a maintenance man, and he looked pale and sickly and he looked at him with wide eyes. "It's all right," Locke hissed to him as he slipped a hand inside his utility pack and slipped out a tiny flask he uncorked with his teeth. Spitting it out, he placed the narrow glass tube carefully upon the man's lips and whispered, "The taste is not nice but it will make you feel better. Don't fight it, just drink it all the way down."

As if he could protest, anyway. Locke took total control of the Remedy, tipping it higher and higher as the liquid escaped the vial and soon, the man shook -- as if electrified -- in his arms and color returned to his cheeks just as quickly. Locke corked the flask and slipped it back in his pack as he allowed the man to relax on the dusty glass floor. "What was it?" he asked later.

"Monster," he croaked with difficulty. "Monster...!"

"Monster?" Locke's brows furrowed. A monster in a place like this?

"Big...green...e, evil...grin...!"

"Evil grin--" Locke didn't need to know the rest of them, most especially not after the big green, evil grinning thing had slithered out of the shadows and Locke gaped at the moving...plant thing about a head and a half bigger than he was. It had no face, just a big red grin and two rows of fangs and its head was crowned by green tentacles just a half shorter than its legs.

Locke gulped tightly. "You have got to be kidding me--"

His hand had set the boomerang free and he'd already tensed his arm to send the thing flying straight into the Malboro's face but the green, icky tentacle reached his face first and Locke was sent flat to his back and sliding down the edge from where he came.

"Waaaaaaaaahhhh!!!"

Thank God he was born to do this! Before he completely fell back into the hall, a swift left had hooked itself onto the edge and he yelped as he dangled and swung his right arm uselessly. Anna's things were packed for some reason but Anna had shrieked and so had everyone who looked up to him and pointed. He took this chance to address them appropriately.

"Monster!!" he cried out to them, slashing at the air with his right and his feet kicking helplessly. "Monster in the house!! Get out while you can, I'll hold it back! Leave your bags, just go, go, go!!"

And so it was that the entire theater shot up to their feet and made straight for the various exits torn open with their strengths. As for Locke, he snarled under his breath as he looked up to the glass that he hung onto. A plan would be a good thing to have right about now.


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[info]lockecole
2011-07-20 02:00 pm UTC (link)
Locke's jaw must have dropped faster than his heart as he stood gaping at the flying Malboro bolting towards them with the speed of light. What the f--

"Get down!!" He must have torn his esophagus when he shouted that at the kid beside him and before he knew it, the Wing Edge had been sent off to a flying frenzy towards the big chunk of green and it landed with a sharp, ugly slash right up the corner of the long lip, breaking the Malboro's momentum and sending it down to the lower seats. Seriously now, what the hell was that?! Locke was expecting something like a Flare or an Ultima spell or hell, maybe even a Holy, anything that would break the chandelier and send the Malboro down but whatever that achey-o is, Locke didn't want it anymore. Receiving a face-full of teeth and ugly is definitely not part of the plan of taking it down.

The Wing Edge attached itself to his palm surely upon its return and he said with wide eyes to the black-haired boy, "Keep your distance and cover me! I'll attack it head on." And don't try that achey-o spell again, please, he wanted to add.

Locke left him to his own devices the moment he hopped onto the barrier between the seats and the height and let his Wing Edge took flight again as he dropped himself down to where the Malboro scrambled to its tentacles. The moment his hands were free, he slipped out the red-veined Ragnarok sword from his sheath and brought it over to his left shoulder. His Wing Edge had cut off one of its eyes and he'd managed to slash clean three of its tentacles upon contact.

But one of them caught him by his ankle, and with a yelp, he was sent flying backwards to the empty stage.

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[info]defenceagainst
2011-07-21 11:48 am UTC (link)
Severus really didn't see what the issue with the creature was. It was ugly, sure, and its tentacles were certainly a hazard, but it wasn't a dementor or anything too terrible. Severus watched Locke's acrobatics and melee attacks with an almost bored, unimpressed expression on his face. On one hand it was amusing; on the other, it was just plain silly.

Locke was thrown to the stage and Severus smirked to himself. He was about to cast a fire spell - since he'd been told that was the creature's weakness - but he was suddenly on his back, thrown to the ground by a sneaky tentacle the malboro had managed to wrap around his ankle. He let out a yelp, but held onto his wand.

"Sectumsempra," he growled and watched in triumph as the tentacle was sliced off and fell to the ground. It took him him a moment to work his ankle free and the monster gained on him drooling on him as it hovered over him. He felt ill the moment he felt the wetness on his hand. "Ugh," he grumbled as he wiped his hand on his trousers. The malboro obviously had some sort of venom. "Incendio," he cast. The malboro roared in anger, and Severus used the distraction to get to his feet and give the creature some space as the fire consumed it.

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[info]lockecole
2011-07-21 12:24 pm UTC (link)
One thing Locke didn't like so much about the Wing Edge was that he easily grew dependent to it, neglecting the fact that if he ever was displaced from where he threw it, it wasn't going to go looking for him.

And that was exactly what happened when he landed in a heap in the stage and his boomerang landed expectantly on the direction from where he leaped. He sat up, shook his head. The roar of flame awakened his spirit and he looked up with a wide smile when he saw the Malboro catching fire and flailing as it slithered backwards.

"That's it!" he yelled to no one in particular as he stood up to his feet and grabbed a nearby prop by his left hand. He sent the suitcase flying ungracefully towards the smoking monster and it landed with a hollow whack as the empty thing was cracked open. But by then, Locke was already upon it, landing another cut right on its side when it turned to meet him.

Another hop back when it attempted to smack him and he spun and slammed his sword at the back. No one said he was fantastic with the sword, though, but that was not his concern. The Wing Edge sat quietly a few rows ahead of him and he hopped chairs to get closer to it, the Malboro dragging itself around and giving chase.

"Don't stop now!" Locke advised needlessly, glancing over his shoulder.

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[info]defenceagainst
2011-07-21 01:12 pm UTC (link)
"Petrificus totalus," Severus cast. He was tired of fighting this thing to be honest, and Locke was doing nothing but exhausting himself. The malboro froze in place, the flames from his incendio were still licking at the monster's flesh.

"Stab it, cut its tentacles off, do something," Severus grumbled. "There's a spell I could use to kill it, but I'm not certain if it will work or if it's illegal here. I'll leave the glory for you."

He was feeling weaker all the time, the drool of the malboro sapping his strength as if he were poisoned. He wasn't sure if the elixir the other man had would help or if he needed something from his own universe. If the latter, he was pretty well out of luck; he hadn't brewed since arriving in New York.

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[info]lockecole
2011-07-21 01:40 pm UTC (link)
"If you can kill it, though, don't hold back!" Once, Locke held back and everything turned to pot.

But it didn't matter much now, by the time the boy had finished his instructions, he was already tossing the metallic boomerang to the air and catching it surely with his right before he turned and sent it flying towards the frozen Malboro.

The flames must have weakened its hide greatly and without much resistance coming from it, Locke watched his Wing Edge cut deeply right in the middle of its face, making it easier for his sword to slice through it when he came upon him with a hop and a slash upwards.

He stood balanced on the arms of the seats as the Malboro faltered back helplessly in two, the flames catching the cushion of the seats until Locke realized it stomped on them before the whole theater caught fire. So much for a night of music and love! He couldn't find himself to complain, though. Every adventurer needed his own danger once in a while.

Turning back to the boy, he said to him happily, "That was great! You really did it." Magic -- what can they not do? Locke made his way back to the stage, hopping on the back of the seats and then using the stage to propel himself higher to the level he joined the brunet in before the fight began. There was a satisfied smile on his face. That was amazing with the Malboro down there!

"Really, thanks a lot for help...hey," he hunched over and pressed the heels of his palms on his thighs, "you all right, kid? Where's the stuff I gave you?" Locke looked around for it but already, his hand was inside the pack by his side, fumbling for a vial of Elixir and Remedy. By now, both his weapons were slung comfortably by his belt. How he missed their weight.

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[info]defenceagainst
2011-07-24 12:13 pm UTC (link)
Severus waved his hand aimlessly at the question. He'd set the vials down, and he needed a bit of a rest before he went to retrieve them. He sat in a chair, stumbling a bit before he managed to find his way. Once the malboro fell for good he began to feel better. His energy wasn't being sapped, but it was gone. "I am well," he answered, though he was sure his skin had taken on a pallor that revealed his reply as a lie.

"Does that thing have venom?" he asked the other young man. The warrior - because that was the only description for him - seemed to be familiar with the creature, and Severus was glad he had an expert by his side. He wasn't in pain but he was exhausted, and he certainly felt faint. That wasn't usual for him at all.

He licked his lips and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "And if so, do you have an antidote. It managed to drool on me."

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[info]lockecole
2011-07-24 12:28 pm UTC (link)
Locke let out breath from his nose, his hand having already extracted the vial of Elixir and Remedy from his pack. Why else did he give him those stuff, really? Of course the Malboro had venom! And then he realized that he didn't outright say it to the boy. He just told him which was an Elixir or a Remedy and that Remedies cure people if they feel sick.

Which is exactly what the boy was feeling now. Except whatever.

"Yeah, it does," Locke said anyway as he uncorked the blue Remedy and handed it to him. "Drool's better than a big bad breath. You seem to hold out pretty good, though! No paralysis or petrification, no blindness, no muteness, just sick. Here, drink this all the way down and you'll be fresh. If you need extra strength, there's the Elixir." He straightened up as he dusted his hands on his sides. "Now uhh...excuse me, I gotta look for the items I gave you, they're pretty mm...scarce over here..." He was looking around for them.

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[info]defenceagainst
2011-07-24 12:55 pm UTC (link)
"Where I'm from, wizards tend to have natural immunities to many things that would kill muggles," Severus replied. He regarded the potion with reservation, before finally drinking down the blue one. "Plenty of our potions have things which are considered poisons and we drink them with no problem." Thankfully, whatever was in the "Remedy" seemed to be helping. He pointed back to the end of the aisle at the vials.

"I needed my hands to cast," he said. That was as close to an apology as Severus would give, even though technically he only needed one hand. Severus was ambidextrous, though, and he liked to have both hands free just in case. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at the body. "Should we dispose of that?"

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[info]lockecole
2011-07-24 01:13 pm UTC (link)
What the boy had said almost made Locke trip in his own feet. What did he say? Immunities that would kill...moogles? No, it wasn't quite like a moogle, more like a ma-gle like mugging people by smuggling but that didn't make sense. "Oh...right," he said distractedly as he glanced at the end of the aisle them jogged towards it.

He came back with the items almost as soon as he could. "Well, I haven't met anyone who didn't need hands to cast. Magic's tough. But it gets a lot of things done, all right..." Cleaning up after a kill, though, was not a part of it and Locke was used to leaving that to...someone else. So on turning to the massacred Malboro, he regarded it with a crumpled face and a grimace. "Ehh...I guess we'll have to...d'you," he turned to the brunet with a gesture, "got a spell to make it shrink? Sort of like a Mini but uhh...your version."

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[info]defenceagainst
2011-07-24 02:42 pm UTC (link)
Severus rolled his eyes before standing and moving to wave his wand at the pieces of the monster which lay in the floor. "Evanesco," he cast, vanishing the pieces of the creature to the nearby Hudson river. He turned to face Locke, sliding his wand into his pocket and crossing his arms over his chest. "Simple enough, then," he stated, though he couldn't help but wonder if Locke ever managed anything on his own.

"Try to avoid more monsters. Next time, I probably won't be around to help." Severus shoved his hands into his pockets and began to head toward the doors.

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[info]lockecole
2011-07-24 03:05 pm UTC (link)
Oh that was pretty cool! It was like a Warp spell gone...okay, it wasn't quite like a Warp spell but that didn't mean it wasn't convenient. "You're really one hell of a Magi," he uttered in awe and appreciation.

"Hey, don't look at me, trouble comes looking for me!" Locke called out to the departing boy. "Hey!" Oh crap, he had to ask him about the moogles!

"Wait up!" he tried again and took to the chairs to gain on the brunet, hopping right in-between him and the door when he caught up with him, hands held out. "Okay, I understand that you probably don't like people very much but you know magic and you mentioned something about the moogles." He placed his hands against his chest. "M, my name's Locke Cole, and I came from a realm with magic and moogles. I, is it possible that...somehow you're displaced from a realm like mine, too?"

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[info]defenceagainst
2011-07-25 01:28 pm UTC (link)
Severus sighed deeply, giving the other young man a look that was half-way between go to hell and you have to be bloody kidding me. "Muggles. Mug-gles. Look, it doesn't matter. It's a not very flattering term from my universe used to refer to... well, you. Non-wizards. The name is Severus Snape, but please, do me the favor and forget it. I'm not prone to these sort of heroics and I sure as hell don't intend on saving anyone else anytime soon."

He didn't intend on it, no, but there was something about Severus that couldn't deny the thrill of facing something new. He'd had no idea if his magic would even work against the creature and that sort of uncertainty, being on the edge of exploration was something he'd enjoyed - however briefly that joy had lasted.

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[info]lockecole
2011-07-25 01:38 pm UTC (link)
Oh.

Mug-gles. Like smuggle...except rearranged.

Locke couldn't say he wasn't disappointed. That had been a close call -- and he had to admit, that brief hope of meeting someone who knew moogles made him miss his moogle friends in their Moogle Cave. "Oh, so...humans...right? Not..." he formed a hollow circle with both his hands and lifted it over his head, "Bear-cat-things with antennae and bat wings...well, of course not." The last few words may have come out halfway between being mumbled or muttered as he dropped his hands.

"Hey, I used to know how to cast magic, too. Until it disappeared. A, anyway, I should probably let you through." So slipping his hands inside his pockets, he stepped aside and gave space for Severus to step through. "I really appreciate your help back there. You were really great." And it's a shame that he should refuse to use his talents to save lives. That just makes him a big waste, Locke thought. "We should do it again sometime." He beamed at him and winked.

Okay, now that last part was just him being mean.

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[info]defenceagainst
2011-07-25 01:47 pm UTC (link)
"Merlin," Severus grumbled, rolling his eyes. "You're like Potter, Black, and Lupin had a bloody lovechild; you've got Potter's heroics and showboating, Black's idiocy and ego, and Lupin's refusal to accept that anyone might find him annoying."

He finally looked at Locke, smirking at the wink. God but that was annoying and distracting, but at least he could recognize talent - and at least he admitted he'd needed help. "I wish I could say the same for you. Honestly, you were... pathetic. What was the point in all that leaping and jumping around and waving swords rubbish?" he asked. Clearly, he had no intention in leaving just yet, and it was clear from the way he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Locke blankly. "And yes, muggles are humans. Plain, boring, humans. Like you."

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[info]lockecole
2011-07-25 02:12 pm UTC (link)
Locke's jaw hung open for a long time. What is a Potter, Black, Lupin? Black potter loop-in? Looping? Was that a code of sorts? "I..." he didn't know what to say. What could he say! He did realize that this Butter-Black-Loop-in must be a trio from his past seeing as they had characteristics he hated the most... (or maybe they were dogs.)

Really, this Severus could use a little happiness in his life, Locke thought. He figured he must have had a troubled life before him -- as he himself did before he met Phoenix.

But really, a trouble past was no excuse to talk to him like that! Locke held no restraints with the shock on his face when he had just called him 'pathetic' and called humans 'boring'. Okay, the bit about humans being boring could be positively true, but like him? Like him?

"Well, look at you, Big Bad Severus!" he began unhappily. "Talking as if you don't bleed the same way I do just because you think you're some big shot Magi-- wizard, whatever! I know of old Magi who are much better than you in magic and my fighting style is none of your business especially as you don't know what I've been through. And please, try not to exclude yourself from humans just because you know magic." He shook his head. "Because that is just downright rotten and primitive and childish." And reminded him so much of a certain character who tried to destroy the world because of magic...

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[info]defenceagainst
2011-07-25 02:30 pm UTC (link)
That sad truth of the matter was Severus could use some happiness in his life, but he was certain he'd never have any. He simply wasn't worth the effort to anyone, and in the end, it was much easier to be powerful than it was to be happy.

There was some part of Severus that wanted to laugh at Locke. It was almost cute, the way he seemed so sure of himself and so sure that his trials and tribulations made him better than others. "You idiot," he snapped. "I never said I was any better than muggles, did I? I was simply pointing out we are different, and there is no way you can dispute that." He took a step closer to Locke, narrowing his eyes at him. "You have no idea the power I hold in my hands. A wave of the wand and two words and you would be dead where you stand. I'm not so certain anyone could or would do a damn thing to stop it in this place. I could be a God here... and I choose not to be." He took a deep breath. "Before you presume to know exactly what I think, perhaps you should take a look in the mirror and realize - you have no idea what I have been through or what I have done. Your past makes you no more special than mine makes me."

Severus was seething in anger, though most of it was misplaced. His anger was usually misplaced. He took a deep breath and broke eye contact with Locke. "Good day, sir," he growled, and with that he headed for the exit.

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[info]lockecole
2011-07-25 02:52 pm UTC (link)
There were so many ways in which he and Severus were different, and if they wanted to, Locke was almost sure they could spend the entire night arguing about their views or their thoughts or their opinions.

So he decided to keep his words to himself and just stare back at the brunet when he stepped closer. One thing was for sure: he didn't like this man. There was something in the way he talked about his magical prowess that stirred unease and perhaps, even bad memories within him.

And just when he thought he had long left the complicated politics of magic. He definitely didn't miss it.

"Good night," he called back as he moved himself closer to the back of a chair and rested the small of his back there as he watched the younger man leave. Later, he climbed to sit on it with his feet flat on the seat behind it.

He would wait to leave until he was sure he would not see him, again.

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