The Divine RPG - A Hellish Pandandom

*Regulus stays seated, not wanting to hurt Barty's eye any more than it already has been, though he knows eventually Barty will have to peel his face off his shoulder anyway*

Now, wait just a moment. You want to go down and you think because we happened to make each others acquaintance that we'll take you? Admittedly Three isn't particularly pleasant but you do realise there isn't anywhere better down there, don't you?

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*Barty attempts a small, experimental tug, the frost giving an audible but useless crack*

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*looks away from the retreating backs of Wesley and Snape to glance down at Barty, fused to his shoulder*

You waited too long again.

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DON'T SAY THAT! It just needs some picking. There shouldn't even be picking. Not on MY end. When kids get their tongues stuck to poles, the pole NEVER suffers. Those rules are sacred. They should never change.

How will I bash their skulls open on the rocks when I have a shouldereye?

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The difference between you and metal poles is that poles don't get themselves stuck on tongues, it's the tongue's fault. I believe that tables have been turned, just try to use your fingernails to loosen your face.

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*Snape is torn; part of him doesn't want to be with Mr. Alpha Male, and he rather thinks that, particularly at this moment, he could be Alpha Male over Reg and Barty. He's not sure why that matters; technically, Wesley was unofficial leader of their group before. He's just so irritating right now. But...Wesley can possibly get him out of here, and that is a chance he just can't pass up. And even if it turns out to be bogus, he still has a greater chance of finding out what's gone on since his death if he follows Wesley. Snape stops long enough to fill them in on their plan.*

Pryce here thinks we can get out, if we can get to Dis. Dis is down two levels. _That's_ why we're headed down.

*He contemplates whether or not to give them his advice on how to more easily and less painfully free Barty. He wants to and yet, strangely, he'd rather laugh at their pathetic attempts to free themselves. For the first time, Snape really wonders about this ambivalence, but only briefly, as Wesley isn't likely going to wait for long. He decides to tell them in the end, though he's not sure if it's because he wants to help, or wants the satisfaction of pointing out the obvious.*

You know, running water has a way of melting ice. Why don't you wring your hair out over your shoulder or something, to help thaw Crouch?

*He turns away again and starts after Wesley, once more pondering his own--and Wesley's--unusual behavior.*

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Look here, Crotch and... whatever your bloody name is..., I'm your best damn chance of getting out of here. Now if you want to spend the rest of your miserable and worthless afterlives in Hell, be my guest. That's probably for the best, as Snape's said it. But as I see it, somewhere in the city of Dis is the key to our escape, and it has nothing to do with scrambling your way out of Hell's festering ass.

*Wes pauses, looks about him, and sniffs almost delicately. He then spits on the ground.* Here, this way. Guess we don't need you two maggots after all. I can smell the decay and damp of Five. It smells just like the whinger back there.

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*Barty's docile moments are rare and even when they do occur they tend to end quickly and violently, it's unclear what exactly the trigger is, if there's a trigger at all, but something about Wesley's manner worms itself under Barty's frozen and freckled skin - the only warning that's given is the dull crack of ice*

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*Regulus has his mouth open to tell this Wesley fellow just what he thinks of his little plan when Barty yanks his head off Reg's shoulder and is across the cave floor within a moment, so Regulus closes his mouth and waits his turn*

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*Snape hears Barty coming and says flatly to Wesley*

Incoming.

*He turns to face Crouch, ready to either get out of his way or fight if need be.*

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*Unbeknownst to poor Barty and Reg, Wes, by the time of his death, was rather ruthless and extremely deadlly. And also unbeknownst to poor Barty, Wes is not at all consciously aware of his brutish and bullying behaviour. Wesley has a lot of issues with bullying and this slow release of "proper" inhibitions is releasing all that "little scrawny wimpy picked on kid" angst. Wes hears Barty and easily sidesteps his advance, then lightening quick whips the pickaxe inches from Barty's face.*

Do you have something to say, you little twit? *to Reg* I suggest, boy *said with nasty derision* that you keep your cur on a leash, or he may find my pickaxe inserted into the orifice of my choice.

*to Barty, pick hovering in front of his face* Make yourself useful. Get out of my way.

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*Barty may be a frail thing with daddy issues but one trait he has never possessed is angst from his school days - it's not that he was particularly popular or even that he tired to keep his head down - rather he was avoided - avoided because even the most nubile of children can recognize batshit insanity in their own way, and batshit insanity is something Barty has a great abundance of, it's this very abundance that causes him to be deathly afraid of removing a bamboo stick and yet perfectly content in grasping the offending pick axe, meaning to wrestle it away, confident he faces imminent success*

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*Snape moves away from the imminent, most likely short-lived fight, closer to Regulus though not so close as to be within Reg's easy grasp. He shakes his head at Barty's folly.*

Pryce was a Watcher in life. He's killed vampires, demons....Crouch must be more stupid than troll shit pie to take him on.

*He has no idea why he just compared Barty to a food product he just invented. And Wesley's loss of temper and crude behavior is so different from what Snape knows of him. Perhaps Barty just pushes his buttons, or...he knows he's missing something, but for a moment, he's not sure what. Then he turns to Regulus.*

Are you feeling peculiar? Any aches, pains, sickness?

*He starts to study his hand for a moment, as if it holds the key, then sticks it down the back of his trousers to scratch his left buttock.*

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*As Barty reaches for the axe handle, Wes allows him to grasp it just long enough to shove it into him, forcing him back then jerking the thing back out of Barty's hands, jarring him gracelessly to the ground and laughing uproariously, observing that he bounces very nicely on his ass.

He turns abruptly and resumes his leadership role, his long legs carrying him ahead, though he does glance over his shoulder to coyly mock them:* Snape, stop scratching your ass and get moving. You, boys, show some initiative, will you? Crouch, stop flogging and move it!

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Are you finished playing with the boys, then? _I've_ merely been waiting on _you_.

*Snape follows Wesley without another word or glance at Regulus, as if he's forgotten he'd ever asked Reg a question.*

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*Unfortunately for Regulus there are so few times in life when the silent treatment can be used to it's full potential, because he would be incredibly good at it. He ignores Snape's question and doesn't say a word at the scratching, he may be something of a drowned rat but the need to respond semi-politely or even at all no longer seems important like it used to.*

Barty?

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*Barty is at a fantastical disadvantage without his wand, having been a power to be reckoned with magically in life, he has yet to accept the fact that here he has only his physical prowess to fall back on, and really, being half-way frozen doesn't aide his already brittle form one bit - still, he's not one to give up - fumbling around in the dirt he finds a good sized rock and heaves it up, meaning to bring it down over whoever's skull happens to be the closest, unwilling to lose*

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*Regulus, as it happens, is closest, and he loses his cool exterior very quickly in the face of a rock*

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*rather then cracking open Reg's delicate skull, Barty thrusts the rock into his arms instead, going to find himself another rock as he speaks*

YOU WILL DEFEND MY HONOUR.

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*strangely, Regulus raises the rock to throw it at the retreating backs of Snape and Wesley without batting an eye, it's only when his arm goes slightly too far back in preparation and the rock practically throws him off balance does he realise something*

But wait - this is heavy.

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YOUR RIGHTFUL BURDEN. GO FORTH! AVENGE ME - WITH ME! *Barty attempts to pick up a significantly larger rock - the ensuing hernia is almost audible*

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