poly_chromatic | First Prank: Grand Entrance

[A charming smile with wide and innocuous green eyes, though the glitter in them is something less than harmless and innocent. When he speaks, his voice is light and engaging. Ignore the fact that he’s soaking wet.]

Hello out there!

[The volume is a bit loud and he winces before catching it and allowing his features to adjust back into that beguiling smile. He fixes the volume, teeth catching his lower lip in an expression that really is innocent. His charm does not fade as he speaks again]

Let's try this again? Ah. Better. Now. It seems there has been a terrible mistake, a grave error, I am entirely unsure of where I am, only that I woke up here- yes! woke up!- after being dumped in a fountain and er- found this Stark phone on my person. .

Obviously, whoever has done this has the wrong person entirely. I am no one at all of consequence, a Parisian orphan.

[He frowns and the expression is solemn, pious]

Now, if you please, could someone tell me how far back to Paris?

[OoC Note: Serrure speaks in the All Tongue (he understands every language, anyone he speaks to will understand him) but he thinks he's speaking in French and will assume everyone else is, too.]

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[Karl moves in a semi-circle around the glowing walls and door. Letting loose spike after spike against the runic barriers. But over the crashing noises, he hears Serrure's voice.]

Oh?

[Pausing with a sneer.]

What might that be?

[And he lets fly another barrage of spikes.]

Five bars. Even down here. I wonder if anyone keeps your leash... shall we find out?

[He winces at each individual impact against the doors, the walls, he will think about the ramifications of all of this later. Or perhaps he will stuff it down into the dark parts of his mind.]

Tattletaling?

[He huffs out a laugh. Solomon is his keeper here. But Solomon is recently under the effects of an enchantment. He doesn't recognize Karl anymore. Lamentable in some ways. In others, all the better.]

[Karl extends both hands now. But not to launch more spikes. Sparks flicker at his fingertips. A beat later, a brilliant bolt of lightning surges out. Hitting the barrier with stunning force.]

Oh yes. I was never one to fight losing battles myself.

[The barrier holds without wavering, the indelible runes glowing as though in mockery of Karl's attempts.]

You knew what you were getting into, foolish boy.

Accepting a stranger's invitation to see a scary place? You ought to know better.

[When the barrier holds, Karl glowers. A stand-off, hm? But, smile returning, he focuses on the floor. The runes glow across the walls and door. But not there. The next energy blast is launched toward the ground. Walls vibrating. Rubble and dirt flying.]

Oh yes, always trust the judgement of a thirteen year old to be sound and logical.

[He huffs a curse at that, and squishes himself further back into the closet.] You know, this will not end well for either of us, should you pursue it. You see what I have done here? Imagine what could be done to you. You've had your dinner, anything more is simply gluttonous.

We'll see when it happens, won't we?

[Reason and Karl never go hand-in-hand. The only reason he enjoys pursuing supernatural foes is to feed the self-destructive streak in his nature. In his own world, he'd died. He ought to be dead. That he isn't - that he has no purpose here - only feeds his mania.]

[The energy-blast intensifies in voltage. He aims shot after shot at the floor. Cracks forming. Smoke billowing. Eventually, that door is going to collapse on itself - enchanted barrier or no.]

[He knows that, he knows his time is ticking away.]

And what do you intend to do when you are finished? I will be dead, a few short hours of amusement, and you will be bereft of anything to do. I am quite sure not many would be foolish or curious enough to wander down here with you.

[The next blast fairly vibrates through the air. The dark room is briefly lit in blue. Any minute now, that door will give out.]

Tsk, tsk. Your presumptions are endless.

[Serrure has no idea how many others Karl has lured in and bitten. Not just in the Underground. Topside too. He has a growing list.]

[One more energy blast - and Karl swoops in. Aiming a kick at the wobbly door, intent on cracking it open.]

Oh, I have been told that.

[He stands up and the world lurches for a second, he's tired but gathering his second wind]

It would be terribly boring to kill me, you know. I'm much more fun alive. [And then he's scrambling to knock a shelf over in front of the door, glancing around the room- ah, a window. High up, but he thinks he can manage. It's small a tight fit and Serrure has no idea what's on the other side.

Well, it isn't as though he's the king of good decisions. He smashes it out and scrambles through.]

I'm sure you are. I intend to keep you alive quite a while.

[Torture has many creative - long-lasting - approaches. The moment Karl charges through the door, he's blocked by a shelf tumbling down. One hard shove gets rid of it. He's in time to see Serrure wriggling like a squirrel through a window above.]

[Karl flashes toward it, one hand reaching to grab the boy. Ankle, shin, foot, whatever. He's not about to let his prey escape so easily.]

[Trying to grab him is like trying to hold smoke in one's hands, both slip through and Serrure is out on the other side. Unfortunately, he has no idea where he is or how to get back to the above ground.

Irksome, that.

He's running now, full tilt. He's faster than the average human, but that's to be expected, just now, he's looking for people. For a crowded place. On the other hand, that might be just as dangerous.]

[Karl growls when the boy slips past. It's like trying to catch a slippery eel. But wherever Serrure flees, doesn't matter. He knows the Underground well. He'll find the little trickster.]

[And if he doesn't, another predator will. Maybe Karl can persuade them to share.]

[With that depraved notion blooming a smile on his lips, Karl exits the Warehouse. Intent on tracking the boy down.]

[And he's just running, pausing now and then to answer messages on the network in hopes that someone can contain this person.

And it seems someone thinks they can. He only has to stay alive until he gets here.]

First Prank: Grand Entrance

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