The Divine RPG - A Hellish Pandandom

*presently, vengeance is still taking a back-seat for Barty - while it has been pruned a little, much to his chagrin, a stock is still pushing out of Barty's eye socket and he flat out refuses to touch it, he sits several rocks away and yells, as though he were being put upon by invasive nurses left and right even though no one is attempting to hurry him at all*

STAY BACK, YOU SHREW. It'll disappear on it's own.

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*accustomed to Barty's often paranoid overreaction, Regulus sits quietly, dripping onto the cave floor and looking for all the world like the very image of Five for a while, just letting him carry on - eventually, he lifts from his pitiable wallowing to shush*

Barty, no one's touching you anymore.

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Well you're THINKING about touching me. That's almost the same.

*the bamboo shaft has formed a frail little icicle on its tip, it definitely does not seem prepared to disappear of its own accord just yet*

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*he looks up, lifting his palms in confused defense, his voice is quiet but still echos slightly off the walls*

I'm not near you.

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*stubbornly, Barty scoots across the razor sharp rocks and comes to sit uncomfortably beside Reg, looking really quite belligerent for a man with a skewered eye*

Yes you are.

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*leans slightly away from Barty's eyeskewer with a half-hearted frown, he may have had his skin melt off and seen people be chewed up, burned, and bludgeoned on a daily basis for years now but something about the pus gathered at the corner of Barty's eye still manages to turn Regulus' stomach*

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*Barty's tone is tetchy - he's never ever flinched away even that time Reg had been bitten in half and has been crawling towards him twitching and sobbing*

Does something about my person disgust you?

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No.

It's only... you have a little... *touches the corner of his own eye, unable to look away and therefore directing his words more toward Barty's pus than to Barty himself*

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JUST - DON'T TOUCH.

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I'm not, I'm not.

It's just a little oozy, that's all.

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All part of the disappearing process, you see.

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It's a little bit smelly, too, when you're up close...

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*looks deeply affronted*

AT LEAST I DON'T SMELL LIKE AN ALLIGATORS CROTCH, SWAMP BOY.

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*Regulus' expression matches Barty's and for a moment they stare at each other, insulted, as Barty's eye oozes and Regulus drips*

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*Snape sits across from them, far enough away from Barty to give himself time to react in case of a surprise attack. Right now, however, it seems that Barty is too caught up in arguing and insulting Regulus to pay much attention to him. Still, Snape doesn't plan on being caught unawares. He pulls his cloak, damp from Regulus' short-term loan, closer around him, while thick mist swirls gently from his Level 1 body, aggravated by the wet. For a long time, he says nothing, but observes carefully everything they say and do. Finally, he says softly to Wesley,*

We probably should be moving on soon, and we ought to start planning what we're going to do. We only have one full level to cross before we reach Dis, and I imagine the city will be heavily guarded.

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*Wes had spoken very little to Barty as he'd plucked and torn shoots from the youger shade's body. He still didn't know the history between these boys and Snape, and he wasn't certain it was even immediately relevant. He did have the impression the two were somewhat well traveled in Hell. Perhaps they had been to Dis? Perhaps they knew they path through the rest of these cursed bloody...

He watches Reg and Barty and he can't help a sneer of disdain stealing across his features at their ridiculous bickering. He doesn't know what it is, but for the past few minutes they've seemed stupendously IRRITATING...*

You two, *he calls loudly enough that all his companions can hear,* Snape's right. We need to be getting on. We need to get to level 6, the City of Dis. I think it's the only possibility of finding a way out of this place. Have you been through this level? Do you know the way through to Five? STOP BEING SUCH A BABY YOU INSIPID GIT!

*Wes seems suddenly enraged and storms the distance between himself and Barty and RIPS the remaining bamboo from the poor shade without any warning. He then storms off to one of the walls, grumbling and fidgeting. It's more than a little out of character to Snape.*

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*Snape stares wide-eyed at Wesley, stunned. It's clear that whatever he was expecting from Wesley, this was clearly not it. He turns his head ever so slightly to catch Barty's reaction. This was certainly _not_ the way to make friends and influence Barty, but he's so shocked by this unexpected outburst that he just can't react yet at all.*

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*Barty lets out a rather loud shriek (although he'll surely deny that part later) as the shoot is wrenched from his socket, it releases a gush of pus and blood and what could pass for remains of an eye - squished and destroyed - he clutches his face, sliding off his rocky perch and onto the ground, where he curls*

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*his disgust before hadn't really meant much in the scheme of things, but the look he casts to Wesley rather does*

Excuse me, sir. But I don't recall either of us agreeing to be your guides and I certainly don't recall anyone asking you to rip out other people's eyes when they don't want you to.

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*from the ground Barty stares up at Wesley's back with his one remaining eye, discharge from his now empty socket leaking between his fingers, his expression a particularly ugly, dangerous one*

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*offers a hand to Barty on the cave floor, Regulus is the least capable of physical violence of the four of them but that doesn't stop him from threatening in ways he can*

So I suggest you keep your hands to yourself. It seems neither of you know anything about Five at all, and if you continue on with your authoritarian attitude I expect the next step of your journey will be very learn-as-you-go.

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*Snape looks briefly at each of them in turn, not sure of just what went on with his companion there, and hoping there won't be a repeat of it.*

I'm sorry, Crouch, Black. He's usually not like this.

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*To Wesley, Snape turns an exasperated expression.*

What are you _doing_? I told Crouch I wasn't going to hurt him, so you perform eye surgery without anesthesia?

I can't take you anywhere, *Snape adds with a grumble.*

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stupidlittlegit. *Wesley turns and begins to pace, seems unable to remain still. He is openly staring at Barty and Reg in a derisive, challenging way.* What makes you think, *he directs to Barty and Reg,* that you have a choice? *To Snape:* And if you don't like the way I operate, you can shove off on your own.

*There's something in his face that indicated he might not be certain of his own behaviour, but it doesn't stop him from spitting at the floor between himself and Snape in a "male dominance" manner.*

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