Breaking News [INCURSION]
Posted Nov 25, 2018 20:26:05 GMT -7
Post by Rook Spellmeyer on Nov 25, 2018 20:26:05 GMT -7
It had recently come to Rook’s attention that mages were extraordinarily violent. Given their supernatural abilities that could easily level entire city blocks and the encouragement from the school and each other to do exactly that, she guessed that wasn’t too far a stretch for reality to take. The startling thing she kept running into, however, was how often and willing mages seemed to be leveling the heads of living, breathing people. The bulk of them were teenagers, sure, but even teenagers with a love of musicalized screaming would hesitate before ending someone’s life.
She was feeling prone to blame it on accidents, for the most part. Accidents, and not putting enough care into avoiding those accidents. There were a few exceptions - that Diana girl still had her eye - but those folks weren’t her targeted audience today. She was hoping to cause some change in the general populous of mages - and if she were to start pointing fingers in who exactly was causing this issue in the first place, she’d gladly go pointing several at the academy and their encouragement to control and change by whatever means necessary, with the implication of large-scale destruction and a smiley face at the end.
Well starting today, she was launching her own campaign of propaganda, for peace and not murdering people. She’d used a fancy gloss printer in one of those printing stores - for free but at no actual harm to the confused employees and police who showed up later - to print off enough posters you could break someone’s back with them. On the front was a friendly drawing of a bearded wizard, pointing firmly at the camera. The caption read, ‘The multiverse needs YOU to not kill mundies. Protect your everyman from irresponsible mages today!’
She was going to put them up all over the school. With double-sided extra strong sticky tape and the darkness of night. If any students were walking the halls after curfew, she’d be perfectly glad to offer them the option of a fight, or helping her decorate the walls. Any staffies she drew would just be some nice conversation.
As things stood, a trail of posters pasted to the dark halls of the night time academy lead from the portal to New York back towards the rec room. Along with it was the occasional ripping noise of tape, accompanied with the slap of paper on the wall, and the high whistling of a recent pop song she’d decided to transpose into a minor key.
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INCURSION: Put up some posters to help start changing public opinion to “murder is bad” and maybe draft some students along the way!
She was feeling prone to blame it on accidents, for the most part. Accidents, and not putting enough care into avoiding those accidents. There were a few exceptions - that Diana girl still had her eye - but those folks weren’t her targeted audience today. She was hoping to cause some change in the general populous of mages - and if she were to start pointing fingers in who exactly was causing this issue in the first place, she’d gladly go pointing several at the academy and their encouragement to control and change by whatever means necessary, with the implication of large-scale destruction and a smiley face at the end.
Well starting today, she was launching her own campaign of propaganda, for peace and not murdering people. She’d used a fancy gloss printer in one of those printing stores - for free but at no actual harm to the confused employees and police who showed up later - to print off enough posters you could break someone’s back with them. On the front was a friendly drawing of a bearded wizard, pointing firmly at the camera. The caption read, ‘The multiverse needs YOU to not kill mundies. Protect your everyman from irresponsible mages today!’
She was going to put them up all over the school. With double-sided extra strong sticky tape and the darkness of night. If any students were walking the halls after curfew, she’d be perfectly glad to offer them the option of a fight, or helping her decorate the walls. Any staffies she drew would just be some nice conversation.
As things stood, a trail of posters pasted to the dark halls of the night time academy lead from the portal to New York back towards the rec room. Along with it was the occasional ripping noise of tape, accompanied with the slap of paper on the wall, and the high whistling of a recent pop song she’d decided to transpose into a minor key.
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INCURSION: Put up some posters to help start changing public opinion to “murder is bad” and maybe draft some students along the way!