Ugh. Seriously? The purple haired girl looked disgusted, trying to project an aura of "don't get near me, idiot" while looking for anyone she knew. Ugh, Ugh, and triple Ugh even.
It wasn't exactly lucky that she had her spell book and spell gear with her when she arrived. She always had that on her these days. But if she had to be tossed into yet another world without warning she wanted a few things from home.
.....
No. She refused to think of Auradon as home. It wasn't. She had turned her back on that.
But why was she here then? Had they finished saving the kingdom? Had Dreamfinder botched another spell? Or was she still in the kingdom and this was just like those bubbles or something? All the more reason to avoid people. And not touch them.
She shifted position. Her spell book, hidden inside her jacket, shifted with her reassuringly. Fine. Whatever this was... she could handle it.
Mal looked like a girl in her late teens, dark purple hair half pulled into a neat ponytail with intentionally loose tendrils around her face and a loose flow down her back. She wore a black leather jacket with spray painted designs of dragons along her sleeves in purple and green. Her shirt under where it showed was purple under black mesh. Her fingerless gloves, hiding her ring, were dark purple with the letters VK on one and AK on the other in neon green. Purple leather pants ripped artfully to show black silk under, and black boots with spikes pacing the laces. She also had a large black backpack with green and purple dragon designs spray painted all over it.
If she had known she was going to meet people there would have been a lot more spikes. But she wasn't wasting a spell on that till she knew if it was needed. So she'll be glaring at people as she looked for a familiar face.
Well, she had spotted Crowley but she was looking for a familiar face that she didn't want to punch. She was keeping a half eye on him, however.
Day in the life "If they can't prove it was me," she said casually over her shoulder as she left a room, "then they can hardly suspend me." That said she stalked out of the classroom and down the hall. Was she just implying that she was the prankster and that they couldn't prove it. Yes. Was she actually the prankster? Nope. But far be it from her to leave evil credit unclaimed.
She was trying to build up a rep here. In Dragon Hall back home people were scared of her, which was as things were supposed to be. In Boreadon it had gone from fear to a weird mix of awe and respect after she took down her mother. She'd never been fully comfortable with that. But then in the Kingdom she'd been in last... ugh. Too many people who thought they saw good in her. Gross.
So now she had a chance to prove herself evil. In fact...
Glancing around to be sure no teachers were around she dropped her backpack on the ground and fished out the magic paints she'd mixed up in class. Not as satisfying as spray paint, but it was faster, and right now she needed to build rep more than she needed the artistic release. She left her tag on the wall, shoved her paint in the bag again and kept walking as she slung it back on her knapsack.
Long live Evil!
One in every test drive
It isn't that Mal got the spell wrong. Or rather, it wasn't going to do what the teacher wanted. But that was hardly a mistake. There was nothing quite like pulling off a prank while the teacher was watching after all. She swapped and palmed ingredients whenever the teacher and her partner weren't watching. Mixed with what she was supposed to put in changed the spell from a simple illusion in a cloud of pink smoke... to a roiling cloud of purple smoke that carried the stink of rotting food and fetid water and over burned coffee. The smoke was designed to not just fill the room but coat it, leaving an ichor of stink all over the room, the desks, the teacher, the students... anything it landed on, really.
She watched, waiting for people to start coughing and gagging as she breathed deep of the smoke, eyes flashing green.
Mal | Descendants | SMK CRAU | Warning for Angst
Ugh. Seriously? The purple haired girl looked disgusted, trying to project an aura of "don't get near me, idiot" while looking for anyone she knew. Ugh, Ugh, and triple Ugh even.
It wasn't exactly lucky that she had her spell book and spell gear with her when she arrived. She always had that on her these days. But if she had to be tossed into yet another world without warning she wanted a few things from home.
.....
No. She refused to think of Auradon as home. It wasn't. She had turned her back on that.
But why was she here then? Had they finished saving the kingdom? Had Dreamfinder botched another spell? Or was she still in the kingdom and this was just like those bubbles or something? All the more reason to avoid people. And not touch them.
She shifted position. Her spell book, hidden inside her jacket, shifted with her reassuringly. Fine. Whatever this was... she could handle it.
Mal looked like a girl in her late teens, dark purple hair half pulled into a neat ponytail with intentionally loose tendrils around her face and a loose flow down her back. She wore a black leather jacket with spray painted designs of dragons along her sleeves in purple and green. Her shirt under where it showed was purple under black mesh. Her fingerless gloves, hiding her ring, were dark purple with the letters VK on one and AK on the other in neon green. Purple leather pants ripped artfully to show black silk under, and black boots with spikes pacing the laces. She also had a large black backpack with green and purple dragon designs spray painted all over it.
If she had known she was going to meet people there would have been a lot more spikes. But she wasn't wasting a spell on that till she knew if it was needed. So she'll be glaring at people as she looked for a familiar face.
Well, she had spotted Crowley but she was looking for a familiar face that she didn't want to punch. She was keeping a half eye on him, however.
Day in the life
"If they can't prove it was me," she said casually over her shoulder as she left a room, "then they can hardly suspend me." That said she stalked out of the classroom and down the hall. Was she just implying that she was the prankster and that they couldn't prove it. Yes. Was she actually the prankster? Nope. But far be it from her to leave evil credit unclaimed.
She was trying to build up a rep here. In Dragon Hall back home people were scared of her, which was as things were supposed to be. In Boreadon it had gone from fear to a weird mix of awe and respect after she took down her mother. She'd never been fully comfortable with that. But then in the Kingdom she'd been in last... ugh. Too many people who thought they saw good in her. Gross.
So now she had a chance to prove herself evil. In fact...
Glancing around to be sure no teachers were around she dropped her backpack on the ground and fished out the magic paints she'd mixed up in class. Not as satisfying as spray paint, but it was faster, and right now she needed to build rep more than she needed the artistic release. She left her tag on the wall, shoved her paint in the bag again and kept walking as she slung it back on her knapsack.
Long live Evil!
One in every test drive
It isn't that Mal got the spell wrong. Or rather, it wasn't going to do what the teacher wanted. But that was hardly a mistake. There was nothing quite like pulling off a prank while the teacher was watching after all. She swapped and palmed ingredients whenever the teacher and her partner weren't watching. Mixed with what she was supposed to put in changed the spell from a simple illusion in a cloud of pink smoke... to a roiling cloud of purple smoke that carried the stink of rotting food and fetid water and over burned coffee. The smoke was designed to not just fill the room but coat it, leaving an ichor of stink all over the room, the desks, the teacher, the students... anything it landed on, really.
She watched, waiting for people to start coughing and gagging as she breathed deep of the smoke, eyes flashing green.
Smelled like home.