Fright Knight of Walpurgis

[liquidsky]

Randomness.

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[ebayaddict]

Oh God. Oh God! He knew this was stupid, he absolutely knew it. But no, he had to go listen to Charlie. He had to help the kid out and go check out this location. Alone. Oh yeah, it's fine for that annoying little bastard, he got to go supernatural hunting with his girlfriend and whatever school mates he had around. Who did Peter have? Himself, a hex bag made for protection and a hip flask of midoiri.

Just his fucking luck to walk in on one of those lunatics. And to have that magical bastard steal his face. Somehow

Sitting on the floor in what had to be a hallway closet, under some coats, Peter held his gun close like one might a loved one, staring at the door in terror because the bloody hex bag he made for protection didn't seem to work and the stupid gun had jammed again. And whoever that bloke was, he meant business. So basically, he was just waiting now. Waiting to die. And no, he was not being melodramatic.

He was being smart, hiding like this. Like a brave and mighty turtle.

[liquidsky]

What others might call paranoia, Barty called survival instinct. And of that he had an almost unhealthy dose. He'd been at war pretty much his entire life and he'd not always been able to fight. But he was now and his instincts never let him down.

So his reaction had been flawless, up until the moment he got thrown but seeing his own face and then, even more so, by the fearful wailing. What was up with that?

He finally followed behind the man, stopping next to the door and leaning back against the wall. He was a wizard, but he knew how guns worked. He knocked and waited for a few minutes before asking, in a mock-gentle tone: "Do you often get scared when you attack people?"

[ebayaddict]

"Stay back! I have a gun and -- and I know how your magic works. So I can turn it back on you," Peter lied stubbornly, currently shuffling back as far as he could so he was basically flattened against a small pile of hat boxes. Maybe he could throw them at the strange thing outside that had taken his face. Pulling out his hip flask with shaky hands, he took several very long gulps before tucking it back away.

Looking down at his gun, Peter gave it a few slaps to try and knock the alignment back into place, ready to take down this strange man if he even tried to come at him.

"I'm giving you this chance to surrender and leave. While I just, you know, prepare. For battle," Peter gave his gun one final good whack and his elbow stuck out a little too far, knocking the selection of hat boxes down onto himself and causing quite a clattering noise. Peter flailed, smacking them out of his way so he didn't get distracted. "Ow, for fuck sake!"

[liquidsky]

"Is that so?" Barty just drawled the words, weighing his wand in his hand and sounding vaguely bored more than anything. Especially in comparison to Peter's frantic voice. "Seems as if we are at a standstill."

He flinched, letting out a low hiss when he heard all the clattering from inside. "I'd appreciate if you'd actually hold still, rather than take apart everything I own. Thank you. Now, I'd of course leave right away, but... See, I live here. You intruded. And I wasn't even sacrificing any virgins today, so it seems like an overreaction."

[ebayaddict]

To say that after everything, Peter was still on edge would be a slight understatement. Not only had he not left his penthouse the entire week but he'd also put his shows on hiatus because of a 'stomach bug' and taken to sleeping in his panic room. It was nice, he'd dragged a mattress in and a TV, it was a much safer place to sleep.

After all, he could still feel an echo of the pain he'd experience from that strange man with his face. He didn't need to be caught out again.

It was only when his tour manager had threatened to sue him for breaching his contract and not coming to work that finally Peter decided to venture outside. Build up a little steam and get used to being near people again. So, naturally, he opted for a little field trip. To a bar.

Sitting at a table at the back to avoid anyone who'd recognise him, Peter knocked back another Midori and slumped a little. Maybe he'd just hallucinated it?

[liquidsky]

Keeping an eye on someone as a wizard of his caliber, not to mention his experience as a spy, was ridiculously easy. Not exactly much effort, not that he'd have put in much effort if it had been. Peter was hardly worth that.

But he had some time on his hands and he liked to have fun, never mind what some people might think of the ways he chose to have fun. As it was he ended up just sitting down next to Peter, some magic making sure he'd not draw much attention from anyone else. He didn't need that.

"Hey, Peter. What a surprise."

[ebayaddict]

The yelp that Peter let out was not the most manly as he jumped out of his skin, nearly spilling his drink down himself. Oh no. This was not a good day. First he was bullied out of his panic room to be social and now he was being approached by that psycho who tortured him.

On the plus side, he was thinly layered today so if he was made to strip, he'd have less clothes to steal back.

"Wh-What?" Yes, an elegant response but what was he supposed to do? Could he just run away? -- Surely he could? This was an open public bar, he was allowed to leave.

[liquidsky]

"Buy me a drink? I'm short on... Your kind of money. Dollar? Right. Dollar." Barty did pay attention to muggle stuff insofar as it pertained to him, but sometimes it could get confusing. A different world, after all. He sat very relaxed, hands empty, because he still kept his wand tucked away.

"What are you drinking? I'll have one of those." He looked up, catching Peter's eyes. "Please." Manners. He'd always had those.

[liquidsky]

"A very good show, all in all." Barty just told Peter casually, as if he hadn't appeared out of thin air. He was wearing a dark leather coat, black clothes overall. There was a wand in his hand and on one arm, out of view, a dark mark burned on his skin. Really, on the surface their wardrobes didn't look all that different. But Barty was the real deal, which made it a lot more sinister, while at the same time being less attention catching.

"You handle the audience very well. Impressive." Impressive amounts of ridiculousness, too, but he reckoned the man knew that.

[ebayaddict]

"AH GOD!" Peter yelped loudly, his voice very high as he flew back in horror, accidentally tripping over his own feet and tumbling behind the bar, landing rather painfully on his side. How the fuck did he get in?! He just appeared! That wasn't fair, how the hell did he do that? Sheepishly, Peter carefully climbed up and peered over the bar with wide eyes. "Fuck sake! Barty, Jesus fucking Christ, you nearly killed me."

His poor heart could only take so much. Exhaling loudly, he clambered back upright, slumping on the bar. Carefully, he started to peel the fake beard off his face, tossing it aside idly as he gave Barty a cautious look. "I'm glad? I think. You liked it then?"

[liquidsky]

Alright, he had expected that reaction, but it made him raise his eyebrows anyway. So dramatic. But he didn't mind. He liked Peter to be a bit afraid, it worked out quite well for their relationship so far. He hesitated a moment, but then he tucked his wand away, perhaps in a gesture of goodwill. Encouragement.

At the same time he approached the bar, stopping opposite Peter and inspecting the fake beard he'd just gotten rid off. "It was funny. And you're good with your hands." That did get him the hint of a smirk. "Who paints the tattoos on?"

[ebayaddict]

"They rub on," Peter remarked as he wet a nearby cloth with alcohol, using it to rub the one on his neck off. No, he wasn't into all of this goth shit that everyone else dug. So he wasn't about to commit to anything real. He could look the part as long as he could lie about it. Once the one on his neck was gone, Peter yanked his shirt over his head. It was tight and unpleasant and honestly? This was always his post show routine.

"Course I am, notorious for it. Ask any girl on my production team. I mean they're gonna call me a douchebag but after that, they'll say. Best fuck in Las Vegas," Peter insisted proudly, his more cocky side bursting forth because if there was one thing he knew, it was fuckery. All kinds of it. "Excellent with my hands. And not just for firing faking magical powers at fake vampire women."

[liquidsky]

You're not here.

[liquidsky]

And you don't answer.

[liquidsky]

Funny. Braver than I thought.

[ebayaddict]

sorry havent checked phone all weekend.

whats up?

Distressed text for help

[ebayaddict]

h elg

Re: Distressed text for help

[liquidsky]

You showed me how to lock my phone, so start doing it yourself.

[ebayaddict]

HELP

MAGIC HERE NOW

[liquidsky]

Look: ^,..,^ It's a vampire!

[ebayaddict]

Fucking brilliant. Glad you shared

[liquidsky]

*,..,* That's a vampire all dazzled by your wit.

[liquidsky]

I figured out how to listen to a voice message, after learning what a voice message is, only to hear you moan like some bitch in heat.

[ebayaddict]

I was trying to have phone sex but the bloody thing cut off. Would have been sexier if I'd be allowed to finish.

[liquidsky]

Ah. Yes, you got me all hot and ready.