[OPEN LOG]

[nukeoleptic]

Who: Jade + literally anyone
What: Jade bribing people into her restaurant with free things.
When: Day 355.
Where: The Highwind, in Heimdall's district.
Rating: PG-13 for language at most!

EDITED TO ADD: Also, totally feel free to threadjack and use this as a mingle log IF YOU WOULD LIKE ♥

[ It had worked once before, back in the heat of late summer in Asgard, so Jade was trying it again. She had dragged the sign out to the front of the store, right in the middle of the sidewalk, and written in huge letters:

free hot chocolate! :D
just come inside ♥

The temperature hadn't broken the sixty degree mark today - it was getting chilly fast. Both Orihime and Annabeth were gone, and the store was oddly quiet. Jade will be found keeping herself busy throughout the day with odd little chores when it's completely empty of customers - sweeping, dusting, and occasionally dozing in a booth near the door when the boredom becomes too much to bear. ]

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[teenyoda]

Maybe I do...

[Then the bird moves to peck him (HE KNEW THE BIRD WAS EVIL GODDAMN ALL BIRDS ARE) and the black haired Professor was pushing it back and giving him a look like he'd just spat in his coffee.

Then there's that feeling he's only felt once before, like someone's slipping fingers inside him and trying to get him to do something. Oh. Oh hell no. Was he really? He was...

The ball of flame vanishes, but that was intentional as he instead sets fire to the bottom of Snape's robes. Oops. How did that happen?]

Leashes exist for a reason, Professor. If you can't control your evil face-pecking bird, maybe you shouldn't take it inside places where people eat. They might get tempted to try something more exotic.

[albuquerque]

[A burst of familiar, dark satisfaction brims from within him at the thought of infecting the little turd with his own intentions, his own power, squashing him in a vice conjured solely from his own will. It makes him crave his old magic. Oh, the things he would do to this swine of a child if only he--

The sudden surprise of the hem of his robes igniting startles Severus as much as it startles Steven. Body Control powers interrupted, Severus manages only by sheer instinct of not wanting the emu to set alight to keep Steven held back while frantically stamping down on the flames.]

Out, Steven! Get!

[With an alarmed drumming sound emanating deep from within the emu's throat, Steven does as he's told but is in such a state of panic at Severus being threatened that he's running amok out on the street. Severus manages to extinguish the flames, the shop quickly becoming filled with the smoky stench of burnt material, and he turns a glaring, vicious look back on Stilinski. Outside, Steven runs past the doorway behind him, grunting and flapping its small vestigial wings wildly.

It's only because of Steven that he turns on his heel to exit the shop, his singed robes trailing along the floor after him. He hurries out onto the street, adrenalin rushing through his veins and pride bruised greater than a deep shade of purple, to attempt to bring Steven back under control.]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles was sure of two things. One; he was probably not going to be getting into that school any time soon. Two; Snape would probably happily kill him into itty bitty pieces if given the chance. He'd seen that look on his face and it was all too familiar to him.

Great. Just what he needed. A mortal enemy.]