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5 Mischiefs Managed - [video/action]
[The Weasley Twins are currently holed up in the kitchen at the cabin. It's still pitch black outside, but the kitchen is warm and cosy with the glow of magical light. There is also another light source - small explosions keep going off in air, like very flamey miniature fireworks. But rather than going out or dispersing, the flames warp and twist in the air. One of them even starts spelling out the word 'bugger'. Both Twins are laughing as they lean against the counter. After a while George brings a mug to his face and peers into it. The flames suddenly start dying out.]
Bollocks. That kettle better be ready soon, I'm almost out.
[He turns around and glares at the stove. The fire under the front element suddenly starts burning bright, shaking the kettle above it as it does.]
Keep going at it like that, you'll be spending the rest of the day in the loo.
[The explosions stop and he frowns a little.]
Or is it night? Can't bloody well tell what with the Sun doing a bunk. Strange curse, this one.
[ The sun doing a bunk was good enough reason for Ron to sleep most of his time away, but he had to wake up at some point. Walking down the stairs with a yawn, he pauses briefly to cast his older brothers a look in his groggy state.]
What are you lot up to?
Ah, brilliant.
[A wicked grin spreads across Fred's face and he sets his cup down to start after his younger brother with his arms outstretched.]
Be a doll and give us a kiss, won't you?
[ The groggy look soon became that of... terror? There wasn't quite a word for it as Ron steps back haphazardly.]
Like hell I will.
Come on. Help a bloke out, baby bro.
[Still advancing (tiger after its prey?) and then he breaks into a run, laughing as he chases Ron back up the stairs.]
Just one kiss, 's all I need!
Sod off, you twat!
[During this exchange, George is leaned up against the counter nursing a fresh cup of tea and laughing his face off as Fred and Ron dash off screen. He puts his cup down and the feed ends.]
[ooc: Blacker Than Dark Curse! Fred has explosions and George has pyrokenesis. It's a beautiful match. :-D As a side note, Fred's obeisance is not actually kissing people, he's just a troll. He actually has to draw a portrait of everyone he speaks to, so be expecting some MS Paint adventures, Fred Weasley style. George, Fred, and Ron.]
Bollocks. That kettle better be ready soon, I'm almost out.
[He turns around and glares at the stove. The fire under the front element suddenly starts burning bright, shaking the kettle above it as it does.]
Keep going at it like that, you'll be spending the rest of the day in the loo.
[The explosions stop and he frowns a little.]
Or is it night? Can't bloody well tell what with the Sun doing a bunk. Strange curse, this one.
[ The sun doing a bunk was good enough reason for Ron to sleep most of his time away, but he had to wake up at some point. Walking down the stairs with a yawn, he pauses briefly to cast his older brothers a look in his groggy state.]
What are you lot up to?
Ah, brilliant.
[A wicked grin spreads across Fred's face and he sets his cup down to start after his younger brother with his arms outstretched.]
Be a doll and give us a kiss, won't you?
[ The groggy look soon became that of... terror? There wasn't quite a word for it as Ron steps back haphazardly.]
Like hell I will.
Come on. Help a bloke out, baby bro.
[Still advancing (tiger after its prey?) and then he breaks into a run, laughing as he chases Ron back up the stairs.]
Just one kiss, 's all I need!
Sod off, you twat!
[During this exchange, George is leaned up against the counter nursing a fresh cup of tea and laughing his face off as Fred and Ron dash off screen. He puts his cup down and the feed ends.]
[ooc: Blacker Than Dark Curse! Fred has explosions and George has pyrokenesis. It's a beautiful match. :-D As a side note, Fred's obeisance is not actually kissing people, he's just a troll. He actually has to draw a portrait of everyone he speaks to, so be expecting some MS Paint adventures, Fred Weasley style. George, Fred, and Ron.]
[action because he hatesyou both ;u;]
because George is totally in on this okay. When Fred stops he'll have this to say.]You're lucky I don't murder the both of you.
action; you love us don't lie
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action; no never you can all go jump off a cliff
[/don't make me flip that tea.]
action; come off it! without us, who'll take your ego down a peg?
[George decides to move some of the fire from the burner around his head a few times before sending it back.]
action; what ego? :| you are forgetting which brother it is
[Don't make him watch warily. He gets a bit of what's going on.] Stop doing that. [yes someone is worried you'll loose control, shut up.]
action; harry told us about the hair-tousling, little bro
action; what hair-tousling?
action; you think we'd have taught you better. lavener brown was no challange at all
action; excuse you she was a step to getting to the real challenge
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If I was going to I would have by now, Ron.
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Still doesn't mean I trust you with it anymore.
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action; you too can deal
action; but dealing is HARD
action; TOO BAD
action; /pouts
action; /B)
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[action; you mean we're your favourites? i believe it.]
Oh, come off it. Where would you be without us?
[action; pfft someone's got an ego]
[action; the size of the MOON, bro]
[Not looking up at you, okay. He's busy. Frantically busy, even. He should've done this ages ago.]
Not really sure. I'll get back to you on that.
[action; we should knock it down a few notches]
[Making a suspicious face and peering over his shoulder. shut up.]
[action; impossible. give it a go if you'd like, but it's really not possible.]
Congratulations, Ron. You're looking down at a picture of yourself.]
You know, you really ought to cut your hair sometime soon. I'd be glad to do it for you.
[action; all right i shall]
Shut it. You're not going anywhere near my head, reckon you've had enough of a go for once today.
[action; come at me, brah (yea)]
You sure? It could be rather exciting.
[Do you hear a small popping sound behind you? Promise Fred's only setting off a few explosions near about your head.]
[action; tackles /you can deal with this account i am lazy]
Stop bloody doing that.
[action; omg hdu (nottalking)]
Fine, fine. I'll lay off. For now. [And a yawn. It's weird not having the Sun about.] Has this barmy curse caught you with any strange new habits? Know you've got loads to begin with, but stranger than usual.
[action; because i play ron and am therefore lazy?]
[action; fair enough!]
[He shoots Ron a wink, then moves to start up another pot of tea. 'course George went and finished the first on his own. What a tosser.]
Suppose you might be lucky on that one, at any rate. I've no problem admitting I'm lousy at drawings, and George's been making friends with the loo all day. Night? Whatever the bloody Hell it is.
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