Post by Professor O'Conner on Jun 22, 2007 17:53:27 GMT -5
It had taken Ashelle 2 mouths of searching the vast and mostly burnt or out-of-order tomes but she had at last found Sagittarius. It was a brownish red leather bound book, which surprisingly didn't seem to have been damaged in any way.
"Perhaps it's creators put some protection spells on it, or perhaps it was hidden and has only now been returned to the Library," said Ashelle to herself. She had taken to speaking out loud in the damaged Library not only to alleviate the boredom of the search, but also because there was no one to tell her not to.
She placed the Fire Book on a table and wondered what to do next. "Maybe I should hide it where I know it is and got get Sylph . . . or maybe just send her a owl." Unfortunately Ashelle would still have to leave in order to find her owl. She didn't want to open the book herself just in case those who had protected it physically had also cursed it somehow.
Post by Tiberius Spurius on Jun 23, 2007 10:56:26 GMT -5
And before she knew it, a hand darted out from no where and pulled the book rapidly from the table as if it had never been there at all. "And just why exactly would a little girl have need for so ancient a tome?" asked a commanding voice with low undertones. If the girl was to whirl around in surprise, she would've bumped smack into the abdomen of the book snatcher. 7 ft tall made the man a giant and he grinned down at the head of the smaller mortal beneath him. "When little hands try to touch a great fire, usually they burn my child. Do you know how skin burns off of the human body? Oh it's dreadful and by the end of things you are only just a shell of your former self. A flaked, charred husk that once was human: now turned to ash."
Oh how Tiberius loved toying with people in such a manner. Manipulating them into fearing their pursuits, and then following it up with the usual routine that would allow him to benefit at the end. Taking a few steps toward the book shelves, the large Nephilim leaned against the hardwood and began to breeze over of the yellowed pages. 'My my: this is very interesting. Text that describes how humans can achieve elemental powers. I thought that they were merely a gift to a unique few, but it would seem that every member of homo sapiens is capable of becoming one with an elemental. All they have to do is want to. Most intriguing...' thought Tiberius as his pale green eyes browsed over bizarre pictures and various pentagrams.
"Someone has been quite the busy little bee, haven't we?" questioned Tiberius as he eyed the red-head over the pages of the book. Closing the book with a thump, Tiberius sent a cloud of dust into the air but it didn't bother him at all. The smell of rustic autumn leaves laced with red wine began to hint within the air, a telltale sign that Tiberius was delving into his various attributes, and he took several steps toward the girl. However as a precaution he pocketed his book inside of his large trenchcoat.
"Innocent child, you poor little girl, why do you tamper with greatness?" asked Tiberius in a way that was reminiscent of a particular song from an Andrew Llyod Weber musical, "Dear little child with your mind a-flutter, who is your great teacher? Surely they would have told you how in this goes, but now no one to help you: so no one will know." A gleam entered his eyes as light began to gather at his fingertips and form what appeared to be a scapul constructed of photons. "Innocent mortal, it's too late now, so tell me all your secrets!" Tiberius' voiced began to go into the lower octaves and his eyes danced a fiendish jig. "For now I shall know, one way or another, what it is you know!"
"And...little girl...a warning to you should your answer not be to my civilized liking..."
Twirling the light scapul in his hands like a maniac, Tiberius roared out, "YOU WILL CURSE THE DAY YOU DID NOT DO! ALL THAT THE NEPHILIM ASKED OF YOU!"
They say that even God didn't have the power to destroy us; what makes you think that you can defy the power of the Nephilim?
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Jun 23, 2007 19:59:32 GMT -5
"YOU WILL CURSE THE DAY YOU DID NOT DO! ALL THAT THE NEPHILIM ASKED OF YOU!"
As the Nephilim stood over Ashelle, scalpel in hand, possibly preparing to perform horrible and unspeakable acts upon the girl, a tongue of blue flame lashed out of nowhere and struck Tiberius across the hand, seeking his attention. It retracted back up to its source, where it wrapped around an arm tightly, yet not burning it. An arm that was attached to James Mustang. He smiled sardonically and said, "Now, you don't want to go playing with sharp objects, mate. You could hurt someone."
He had come to the burned out library in search of material pertaining to gods, and what should he come upon but something that could be best described as the bastard grandson of the Christian God threatening a friend of his with a weapon made of light. And Merlin help him, he had a chivalrous streak a mile wide, so he just had to step in.
He eyed the Nephilim carefully, he had never encountered one before personally but he knew how dangerous they could be. He took his gaze off of Tiberius for a second and glanced over at Ashelle. "You alright, then?" His amber eyes were back on the Nephilim in a flash. He didn't know if he would be able to take on him in a fight, which he would have preferred. Negotiation then. "Now, Mr. Nephilim, I'm sure that whatever she did doesn't warrant a scalpel-ing. We're all civilized beings here so why don't you put the weapon down and we can all sit down, like civilized beings, and not kill anyone. Okay?"
Post by Lazy Schmitt on Jun 23, 2007 22:28:26 GMT -5
The apple does not fall far from the tree. That saying is partially true, in this case the apple tree being Tiberius, and the item falling not far from it being an orange...namely the Doctor. Ever since that fateful little reveal, Schmitty has been hitting the books. Literally and also reading some. Somewhere, there had to be a way to kill Nephilim, somehow destroy their damnable souls, so that they would not come back.
While his student was off touching on the elements, the Doctor was doing just this, dressed in a fine white collared shirt, black bow tie, black suspenders, pants, and shoes. There was a small mountain of smoked cigarettes next to him. And naturally, when the Doctor hears two of his least favorite things, he must investigate: The Phantom of the Opera, and Tiberius Spurius. An unholy combination if there ever was one.
The Doctor slowly walks and makes his way just behind his "Father," his staff in hand. Then, to further play upon the set theme, he speaks/sings to the tone of a particular Stephen Sondheim musical. It was apparent that he had his father's vocal talent. "Hey 'Dad', why're you here? Why not, disappear? Hey dad, while we're here, Just Get the Hell out of here, get the devil out of here. Some guys, wouldn't have any, Prob-lem! Don't leave, and I'll have to beat your face iiin! Seriously." The last bit was spoken monotonously and rather treateningly.
"Assassins. Broadway in the early '90s. I think it suits the mood. Step away from my student...Please." The please was said without any feeling, but added as a courtesy.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Jun 24, 2007 18:14:15 GMT -5
OOC: Whoa!! Glad to see am welcomed back!
IC: Ashelle would've whirled around, except that the Nephilim's voice came from far too close, if very high up. Once he stepped away, she did turn around only to have her fears confirmed that it was one of them. Despite his singing modified Muggle musicals at her,for once, she didn't seem afraid.
"Look Mister, I really need that book. I'm training to be an elemental. Me and a friend need it so she can know what to teach me next." The light scalpel only drew a more severe face from the young fourth-year. However, once the blue fire licked at the Nephilim's hand, Ashelle did grow afraid, for she knew if the Nephilim was angered too much things could get messy.
She drew back, wondering if she should run for and come back for the book later. However just then a teacher arrived. Dr. Schmitt, almost as tall as the Nephilim himself, also recited some Muggle musical lyrics and then asked that the Nephilim step away from her. Thinking she was choosing wisely, she went to stand beside the teacher.
"I told you what you wanted to know, please may have my book back." She tried to be polite, but that book was very important to her and her words were bit more steely than she meant them to be. I sure wish Sylph were here, she thought worriedly.
Post by Tiberius Spurius on Jun 25, 2007 8:28:46 GMT -5
While he was bearing down on the little innocent, a tongue of blue flame lashed out from behind him and stayed his right hand. Angrily, Tiberius whirled around and for a moment the room grew a few shades darker as the blonde giant absorbed photons from the area. This technique allowed him to do a great many things and one of them was he glowed like a god in all his splendor. His pale green eyes blazing with wrath, the Nephilim Tiberius would've struck out at his attacker had it not been for the mention of a common curtesy. Civilized. Almost as quickly as it had appeared, the energy surrounding Tiberius dissipated into his body and he smiled sardonically as he clapped his hands slowly.
"Bravo my lad. Finally you people are beginning to understand that one can solve things in more than one form. Though violence seems to be the forte of most of those living here, it would seem that I made a miscalculation and some of you have already learned your lessons," said Tiberius as he inclined his head toward James. Before going to get a seat, Tiberius paused as he heard the voice of his little boy behind him. Turning his head slowly to look over his shoulder, Schmitt's father flashed him a wide grin. "Well it would seem that you inherited my knack for vocal music," replied Tiberius with a hint of admiration on his face, "Sadly it would seem that your threat isn't backed up. There is no possibly way that you could defeat me in fisticuffs unless I let you."
"And you," continued the Nephilim as he pointed with his scapul at the student who was now hiding behind the Doctor. Taking a step to his left, Tiberius grinned wickedly as he made eye contact with the little student. "You really must learn that being general in an answer will earn you no points on a test. It's obvious to me what you want to learn, for why else would you need this book? Sagittarius: The Book of Flame. You are seeking the path of flame, and I don't think I fancy any more elementalist springing up here; especially at such a young age. You want your book back that badly? Alright, then take it from me. Show me just how badly you want to become an elementalist. If you defeat me: the book is yours. If I defeat you: the book is mine."
Taking 8 paces away from the Doctor, Tiberius motioned him and the other boy to back away. Releasing the energy that he had collected earlier, Tiberius began to glow once more. However, a greater deal of light was concentrated on one spot of his chest than the rest of his body. Dropping the scapul to the floor, Tiberius raised his fists into a defensive position and beckoned the girl on with a nod of his head. "If you want to become the impossible, you must be able to overcome it. Now fight me girl!"
They say that even God didn't have the power to destroy us; what makes you think that you can defy the power of the Nephilim?
"Yeah, coz that sounds fair," drawled a broad accented voice from the far corner - the librarian's desk in fact. "But seeing as how I was the one who asked this student to recover this rather interesting tome, I suppose I should be the one to take on the responsibility of removing it from your hands. Besides, what would the Nephilim want with the book of an elementalist? They have no aptitude for learned magic - though of course, not many wizarding folk can learn this particular brand of magic, either."
As if summoned by Ashelle's very thoughts, the new deputy headmistress of Firefox had entered the library part way through this little exchange - though in reality it was merely fortuitous chance that had caused her path to run this way. She had actually come to have a word with Shane Matthews, who was evidently absent from this little scene. In robes of cobalt blue carefully chosen not to billow or float overly much she stood tall - though she was far off reaching the dizzying heights of Tiberius or Schmitt, and her eyes, though hooded, shone an almost unnatural shade of green, bright and glowing while her violently coloured hair curled crazily at her shoulders and her sides. She was talking offhandedly, more to distract the half-angel than anything. She had known of Tiberius for a while now, and she needed not his little song and dance to proclaim him species nor to realise the danger inherent in his being. This would not end in a fight, and if it did, only the Nephilim would emerge triumphant.
A glance while she spoke told her all she needed to know - Ashelle was currently protected by the doctor; James Mustang - as usual - was stood in a combative stance, eyes narrowed and a cheeky smirk on his face. Fool. Dark wizards were one thing - they could be defeated - but for all of James' experience in this area could not prepare him for the unrestrained might of a Nephilim. After this brief flicker needed to drink in the situation, her peridot gaze returned squarely to the face of the blonde giant, unwavering and expressionless, feeling both very small and very young all of a sudden. Her hands were in her pockets, her entire frame strangely still, save for her lips, which continued to move.
"Still, if you wish to see, hmm, how did you put it? - the impossible? I am sure I could oblige, seeing as how you are my guest in this building. It doesn't seem very sporting for you to take on a girl not yet fully grown." All her words were spoken with carefully judged cordiality, polite distraction. Meanwhile, however, her oddly rigid body was focusing on another endeavor - raising and focusing strength and will, silently summoning a very old friend. The image of a dark skinned warrior clad in water and brandishing a spear, wild and fierce, leapt into her mind, and she knew he was here. It was a difficult thing to summon one of the Aeolians in silence, particularly the most rebellious of their brethren, and it accounted for her strange stillness. Still, once Eurus had come she reigned him in, keeping him quiet for the moment.
"Like I said, though, if you fancy a show of the impossible..." Without even breaking her stride in her sentence, without the slightest of movements on her part, a raucous gale filled the room, swirling and howling and sending books flying open until the sound of rustling pages rose to unbearable proportions, like a colony of twittering squeaking bats had suddenly taken up residence in the library. Sylph exhaled slowly, her only motion, and as if bidden the gale centered into a whirlwind, with Tiberius at the eye. While it moved his clothes and hair, nothing else did it do to him, it just kept circling him as a predator circling its prey. Then, Sylph spoke, softly so that her words could not be detected above the din Eurus was reveling in.
"Invado Sagittarius igneus" she murmured, and with that whispered intonation the book of fire vanished from Tiberius' grasp and appeared in Sylph's. Another unheard word, and the wind ended its howling, the books ceased to fly hither and thither and all became quiet, a respectable library, if a little ruffled. A small smile crept over a lips, and her heart began to beat once more. She had dared to take something from the clutches of a Nephilim - ramifications were bound to ensue, yet she had spared Ashelle from his manipulation. That was something. Relief flooded her at her success, yet dread followed. What would he do now?
"Forgive my show, sir," she said, her body now visibly relaxed, her hands and arms freely moving. "But if your aim was to see the skills of an elementalist, then you have achieved it." She did not voice her thought that this was not Tiberius' aim at all; that he had merely wanted to toy with a helpless girl. To do so would have been impolite, and to be impolite to a Nephilim was death.
Post by Tiberius Spurius on Jun 25, 2007 14:20:12 GMT -5
"This is a truth. We are not among the most skilled when it comes to learning magic outside of our own, but I have known of those who have been able to pick up some aspects because of the close relativity of the fields. So I daresay that you are lucky girl that I even at least give you a friendly warning," replied Tiberius calmly for he was completely unphased by her arrival. "And you must be the one they call Sylph O'Dell!" exclaimed Tiberius with delight comparable to a scientist finding a new specimen, "Oh I have seen much of your handiwork of late thanks to a mutual friend of ours, and I must say that you are quite the talented individual. So much that it would seem..."
He never really had a chance to finish his flattering. For a roaring whirlwind descended upon him and as it raged around his body, Spurius didn't feel fear: only an exhilaration at a new experience. As the gusts of air nipped at his clothing and stung his skin, he was oh so very tempted to break out into laughter, but then suddenly the chest pocket that he had stashed the elementalist book in went limp. And that ruined the entire moment. Once the winds died down and the young woman with purple hair attempted to placate the Nephilim, Tiberius' eyes surged forth with green flame: St. Elmo's Fire burned in his eyes to a point that it might incinerate them.
"Apology not accepted Ms. O'Dell!" thundered Tiberius as he clenched his fists to suppress his anger before...breaking out into laughter. Like a deranged loon, the giant being teetered unsteadily on his feet as he tried to maintain balance. "Did you really think that I wasn't going to be prepared for a stunt like that?" crowed Tiberius, his glasses quaking unsteadily on his nose, "What you've got there is a counterfeit! I created it after I challenged the little one to a fight because I'm not daft enough to fall for the same trick twice in a lifetime as extensive as mine."
"It's real in every aspect of the original...save one part." At this Tiberius grinned so hard that it would shame The Joker. "All the pages are blank! If I was to be a muggle computing device, you could say that I cut and pasted the text right from the book and into another. I simply created a duplicate of the original, removed the text, and that's what is in your hands girl. And the original...is somewhere very safe where you cannot hope to find it." Walking away from the group that had confronted him, Tiberius began to slowly materialize into light. Small bits of his body just seemed to break off and meld with the light that was in the room. That sardonic smile of his was still there as his very face was being deconstructed into photons, and for it moment it hung there when every other part of the blond Nephilim had vanished.
Smiling with a Cheshire grin, the mouth of Tiberius chuckled, "You'll never be seeing this text again but I'll be seeing it all the time. Because it is simply nowhere and it's only in my mind. Toodles little humans." With with a pop, his mouth vanished into thin air...but if one could listen closely enough his mad laughter was still lingering on the wind.
Sylph had pointedly ignored Tiberius' exclamation. Alright, so he knew her name. For one with colouring such as hers, not to mention her penchant for getting involved in battles and the like, it was not surprising to be known of - particularly by a Nephilim who dwelt in these parts. But what did he mean by her handiwork? What could she have done to draw the attention of this half-angel? And who was this 'mutual friend'? She would dwell on that later, no doubt, but not now. What was more important at this moment was Tiberius' warning, a warning Sylph should have paid more heed to before she sent Eurus full tilt at the Nephilim. Then again, the girl always had been reckless. Perhaps it was that which had gained her recognition by the blonde giant. What magics this Nephilim possessed Sylph did not know, but there was a rumor that each of the most accursed spawn had three powers to call their own, each individual as different as one Aeolian was from his brothers. As it transpired, Sylph was about to discover one of Tiberius' three specialties.
She braced herself as her current foe roared at her, fully expecting a full-frontal attack. It was not to be, however, and in the next moment Tiberius dissolved into a maniac's laughter, lunacy at its finest. Sylph waited tensely for the distressing peals of laughter to end, fearing that they might not do so for some time. Still, at least she had the book.
Or so she thought. A counterfeit?! The hand clutching Sagittarius did not move, but she instinctively knew what he said was true. She should have seen it coming. Instead all she did was stare down the Nephilim, feeling her own jaw muscles ache in a bizarre variety sympathy pain of as he continued his disturbing manic grin, and did not even blink as his frame dissolved into nothingness, releasing light as it went, Cheshire Cat like as could be. Once the demon had vanished, though, Sylph sighed and flipped through her book, though it was clear she knew what she was about to see. Yep, blank. All of it. Not a word.
"You seem to know him," she said sardonically, her words aimed at Schmitt. "Is always like that?" Her lips quirked upward at the corner, wry humor laced there, but regret also. "Sorry, Ash," she said, tossing the book aside haphazardly onto the librarian's counter, knowing all too well how disappointed the Gryffindor would be. "Everyone alright?"
Post by Professor O'Conner on Jun 25, 2007 21:17:37 GMT -5
Ashelle's heart had cheered at Sylph's arrival, but it plummeted as the next few moments past. When at last he had disappeared, Ashelle let out a cry of anger that came from her very toes. However, as usual after one of her flares of pure emotion, she immediately began to think.
"Surely, surely there is another book." she said, thoughtfully. "After all, there are three Fire signs, Sagittarius is just one." After a bit more thought, she recalled the others. "I believe there is Leo and Scorpio." However, as she said this her face fell. "I suppose something terrible has happened to them as well," and again her anger flared. "How dare they!! How dare they prevent me from gaining my education. You do realize that this shows them to be weaker than they claim. If they fear a fourth year learning to be a fire elemental, than their weak spot must be bigger and weaker then they'd like to admit."
She fumed silently for a few more moments, then turned to Sylph appealingly. "Please Sylph, I'll do anything to get my hands on one of those other books. Who should we talk to? Do we have to do some kind of weird quest?" Ashelle pleaded with not only her words, but her eyes as well. She seemed more determined than ever to become on Fire Elemental.
Post by Doctor Schmitt on Jun 29, 2007 15:25:33 GMT -5
As it had been happening more and more lately, the serious Schmitt surfaced and spoke to Ashelle. "Quiet." If anything, that was the one word he almost NEVER said, let alone in a serious tone. But he also said it with a graveness that no actor could ever replicate. "...My father, to my knowledge, fears nothing. Don't even try and trick yourself into thinking he's afraid of you. You should actually find yourself lucky that he didn't kill us all."
He quickly lights up a cigarette, and turns to Slyph. He sighs and takes a drag, before continuing, "Yes, he's always an arrogant bastard if that is what you wanted to know..." He sighed again, and collapsed into a chair. He couldn't call himself a Nephilim expert, because he wasn't one, but he was as close to one as anyone really could be. His father didn't fear anything...except something that could kill them so that they could not come back as they do...
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Jun 30, 2007 22:32:06 GMT -5
James was surprised how quickly things went south.
He had stepped in and tried to defuse the situation as best he could, without resorting to the usual violence. Diplomacy actually seemed to be working with the Nephilim, but then Schmitt had come in singing show tunes. Which was odd to say the least. But at least that didn't really antagonize Tiberius, and then Sylph came in to try her own brand of diplomacy. This constituted of seizing the object of his desire and apologizing at the same time. This didn't work and it was a wonder no one was dead.
Now in the aftermath, James was glad he didn't resort to his new secret weapon, the reason he had come to the library. In his coat he had...a ketchup bottle. Sure, not very threatening, but certainly terrifying to someone who wished James or a friend of his harm. Inside was a god, and James wished to know more about said god. Who he was, what he could do, whether or not James should just chuck him altogether. Thus his little trip to the library.
But now he needed more information, because things were already looking to get worse before they got better. He'd need to know about the Nephilim. "Please Sylph, I'll do anything to get my hands on one of those other books. Who should we talk to? Do we have to do some kind of weird quest?" Ashelle pleaded with Sylph nearby.
James smiled and, while studying the titles of books on a mostly undamaged shelf, answered her question with a more or less casual and offhand comment.
"You want to know about fire, Ashelle? You come talk to me."
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Jul 1, 2007 23:55:53 GMT -5
murple said:
Yamaroshi grinned as Talon expressed his excitement. He was glad somebody shared is interest in the learning of new elements. Not only that, but it seemed the the means of learning his next element were in easy reach.
His excitement now growing, he nearly forgot about the boy who he was doing a favour for, until Talon noticed him.
The boy was relieved that he would not have to deal with 'Mr. Cobalt'. Though he never would have expected Sparky's reply. Apparently he knew he could have hanged himself--according to him, it was what he was trying to do. Now Yamaroshi wasn't sure if the boy was joking, or just stupid. His grin faded, and he pulled out his drew his wand long enough to mutter, 'diffindo' before putting it back. The portion of the cord around the kid's neck snapped. As it fell to the ground, the end still attached to the toaster dangled as it moved back and forth over the floor.
"Well, it's not strong enough to withstand a cutting spell, anyway,"
[ooc: THREAD FORK YAY]
Sparky looked at the cord in dismay, as he hung on a shelf with neither of his legs touching the ground. "Toaster-chan..." He said, sad. By cutting the cord, Yamaroshi had successfully killed his toaster. Killed his toaster dead. He pouted down at his toaster, when he heard a small 'creaaaaak' sound coming from the bookshelf. Apparantly, as strong as the bookshelf was, it was not designed to have a fifteen year old boy hanging on it. The bookshelf, behind which he had heard a small, ignorable disturbance earlier, creaked forward, and Sparky winced in preparation for the impact.
THWACK.
Apparantly the bookshelf hit a certain someone in the head?
A certain, insane doctorteacherHYBRIDOFD00M someone.
Sparky bit his lip and moved off of the bookshelf, and stared at his toaster, dismayed, a severed wire still tied around his neck.
It was just as she had known it would be. The Doctor lit up his customary cigarette, made a couple of offhand comments - though the one concerning his father was deeply disturbing; could it be...? - while Mustang strolled over, his arrogant demeanor in full flow. Sylph glanced at him, feeling rather scornful of his proclamation. Fire? What did he know of fire? There was nothing in him to suggest he had any natural affinity for an element. You could learn true elementalism just from books, you had to feel it, breathe it. It had to come naturally. Still, perhaps Mustang knew more than she knew. Thinking quickly, and choosing instead to merely acknowledge Schmitt with a casual quirk of the lips, Sylph turned to Ashelle.
"The books don't necessarily work like that Ashelle," she began. "Each sign, which has its own element elsewhere, doesn't translate into the books. For example, Aquarius is an air sign, but is a book of water. But you're right, there are twelve, and there are others." Sylph paused, unwilling to say more here, though in all likelihood the Nephilim had indeed left. "I'll find one for you, don't worry. In the mean time, why not take Mr. Mustang up on his offer, couldn't hurt too much, I suppose." The reason for Sylph not letting Ashelle tag along on her search was obvious; Tiberius had one of the twelve. If he discovered how to use it, he would want others and would no doubt begin an epic quest to discover their whereabouts. The Twelve united in the hands of a Nephilim... it didn't bear thinking about.
Sylph's dark thoughts were interrupted by a loud crashing noise from the vague region of the restricted section, a familiar voice adding punctuation. Pausing with comic silence and with very slow movements, Sylph frowned and bent to one side, as if to see around people and view the source of the collision.
"Mister Cobalt?" She spoke wryly. "What on earth are you doing with that toaster?"
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Jul 29, 2007 5:47:01 GMT -5
Sparky blinked, further embarassed by the now larger amount of people who had noticed him. He slowly looked around the room for inspiration to a good lie. After all, there was nothing quite like a good lie... but then there were people who knew he was lying. His eyes glanced toward the Headmaster and his friend. Dismayed, Sparky attempted to pull the severed cord from around his neck, trying the entire time to keep the activities out of sight, a rather impossible task.
"I'm..." He started, drawing out his word to buy himself more time. He thought about stating the obvious, but he figured a simple 'making toast' would not do in this situation. Perhaps he'd go for the absurd, to try to add comedy to this bizarre situation and make a quick escape? No, no, 'making bacon' would not do either..
The cord remained around his neck, stubborn.
"I'm... hanging myself?"
Sparky mentally slapped himself. NO. Truth was not the way to go in this situation. But then, if he were lucky, she would take it instead as one of his attempts to be funny, and simply laugh at the thought. After all, no one normal killed themselves with a toaster, unless it involved a bathtub. He quickly wiped the 'oh hell I just spilled the beans' look off of his face, and attempted a smile to 'wave it off', so to speak.
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