"I'm here, I'm there, I'm fucking everywhere. I'm the eggman."
Who: Malcolm Tucker and YOU
What: Someone's got Belthazor's powers. Fear him.
Where: Various locations throughout the Barge.
When: From Wednesday midday to Thursday midday.
Warnings: Malcolm.
Note: REX'S NANOMITES STRIKE AGAIN. Malcolm's got a 24-hour dose of Belthazor-style demon powers! He can teleport ("shimmer"), shoot energy balls, and has magically augmented strength/stamina/senses. Feel free to put him into situations where he gets to learn just what he can do. I'm putting some day-in-the-life-style spam tags in the comments, but feel free to start your own thread too -- just put in the time of day and where you meet him. Eventually Belthazor should get wind of this, at which point he is more than welcome to give Malcolm a hard time.
ETA: And once again, LJ is being a cock and I'm not getting notifs. >|
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Malcolm had greeted the flood's end with some relief; it was nice to be upright again. He had, of course, no intention of confessing that he'd been the one to bite Adam (who he didn't know anyway); nor was he about to apologise, since as far as he was concerned, it was all self-defence.
The rest of Tuesday and Wednesday morning were uneventful. After breakfast, per his usual routine, he went down to the library and began his usual scan of the journal network, and also started writing up his long-postponed The Week That Was.
After a while, he remembered he probably ought to eat. He packed up his things and started thinking about heading up to the dining hall. No sooner did he have that thought than...
...he was standing right there, briefcase in hand.
Well.
That was really fucking interesting.
What: Someone's got Belthazor's powers. Fear him.
Where: Various locations throughout the Barge.
When: From Wednesday midday to Thursday midday.
Warnings: Malcolm.
Note: REX'S NANOMITES STRIKE AGAIN. Malcolm's got a 24-hour dose of Belthazor-style demon powers! He can teleport ("shimmer"), shoot energy balls, and has magically augmented strength/stamina/senses. Feel free to put him into situations where he gets to learn just what he can do. I'm putting some day-in-the-life-style spam tags in the comments, but feel free to start your own thread too -- just put in the time of day and where you meet him. Eventually Belthazor should get wind of this, at which point he is more than welcome to give Malcolm a hard time.
ETA: And once again, LJ is being a cock and I'm not getting notifs. >|
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Malcolm had greeted the flood's end with some relief; it was nice to be upright again. He had, of course, no intention of confessing that he'd been the one to bite Adam (who he didn't know anyway); nor was he about to apologise, since as far as he was concerned, it was all self-defence.
The rest of Tuesday and Wednesday morning were uneventful. After breakfast, per his usual routine, he went down to the library and began his usual scan of the journal network, and also started writing up his long-postponed The Week That Was.
After a while, he remembered he probably ought to eat. He packed up his things and started thinking about heading up to the dining hall. No sooner did he have that thought than...
...he was standing right there, briefcase in hand.
Well.
That was really fucking interesting.