aiming for skyofdiamonds.

[trickntreats]

Mun, mun, mun. Really? You want to play a trick on me?

Weeell, if you insist. But don't forget--I'm gonna be grading you.

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[inplaceandtime]

I'm sure that's exactly what she's worried about. A failing grade.

[trickntreats]

Now what else could she possibly be worried about?

[inplaceandtime]

Considering this is RP? There's a lot of things.

[trickntreats]

Psh. Nothing that's worse than getting a failing grade from the Trickster after challenging said Trickster to a duel. And that's what she just did, bucko. She's screwed.

[inplaceandtime]

You'd be surprised what they come up with. Or I could be wrong and you'll flunk her, and that'll be that. Doesn't mean she won't stick you in the game, anyway.

[trickntreats]

I said she was screwed. Doesn't mean she can't give me some fun along the way.

[inplaceandtime]

Good; you've got a better attitude than most.

[trickntreats]

Trickster. If she thinks she can out-trick me she's got another think coming. My reputation is at stake here!

Well. Not really. But I'm still gonna kick her ass.

[upstairsbrain]

[Just. This face forever.]

[trickntreats]

Oh, Sammy, please. She started it.

[upstairsbrain]

[Really? "Sammy?" Ugh, Trickster.]

They usually do. I don't really blame her.

[trickntreats]

Don't be mean now, Sammy-boy. But she probably could use aaalll the tips you have to offer.

... Not that your track record's much better.

[upstairsbrain]

[Flatly:] It's Sam. And I'm not trying to give her advice... there's not much you could say to someone who has you stuck in their head.

[trickntreats]

True. But that doesn't mean she's not an amateur.

[upstairsbrain]

Well, not gonna lie... the idea of anyone being a you-expert scares me.

[trickntreats]

I'm sure there's someone out there who is. Just like there's experts on you, Sammy.

'Course, then we have to ask what kind of experts yours are. Now, what was the name of that one with the prophet? Becka?

[cherrypie]

Glad I'm ditching that class.

[trickntreats]

Mmnope! Sorry, De-De. It's compulsary.

[cassbutt]

Class with my big bro! Sounds like fun!

[trickntreats]

I'm just full of fun. Who are you and what have you done to my darling little bro?

[Even though he can tell quite well. What have you done, Castiel?]

[cassbutt]

I... am from the future. 2014. Post apocalypse. Still trying to gank big bro Lucifer. Im..basically a complete human. Decadence has become the one thing to keep me going.

[Weed. Weed is my friend.]

[trickntreats]

Dean-o's been a bad influence on you, Castiel. Want me to come smite him for you?

[Only half joking, really. Damned Winchesters.]

[cassbutt]

He has not! I fell, and I decided to surround myself with women, and men, and decadence and just enjoy life, while fighting Croats. Really. It's awesome, Gabriel. You should try it.
No smiting my hunter!

[trickntreats]

Please; what do you think I've been doing for the past two thousand years? Well. Except fighting Croats. That part's new.

Is he treating you badly? Tell me the truth now, Cassy.

[cassbutt]

All we got to fight are Croats. They are zombies. It's weird.

...Future Dean, as in the one from my time... he almost got me killed, at least eight times... and he's sleeping with like six other girls and usually tends to ignore me but you weren't supposed to know that