024 - snakey spam

[fuckitybye]

[Malcolm was en route from the men's bathroom to his room when the flood hit. Now there's a really grumpy (handsomely salt-and-pepper patterned) common European adder (Vipera berus) slithering along the halls. To humans it will sound like he's hissing a lot, but any animals will hear a first-class Malciavellian stream of profanities. Open spam; harass him at will! His eventual destination is the kitchen. Also, I know I owe scheming tags to a bunch of folks; sorry for my fail! I will get to them as soon as I can, promise.]

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[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

[Adam frowns, backing away from Malcolm. He's looking around now, to find a stick or a shovel or something like that.]

[fuckitybye]

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!

["Bring it, fucker! I fucking dare you! I'll rip your fucking face off! I GOT FUCKING VENOM, YOU SON OF A BITCH." Meanwhile he keeps trying to make his posture as threatening as possible.]

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

[Frowning at the snake, Adam brought his foot down to try and smoosh Malcolm's head.]

[fuckitybye]

[Malcolm dodges. Hey, these snake reflexes are pretty fucking brilliant. He decides to beat a retreat now, but not before a last-minute lunge at Adam's ankle.]

[OOC: up to you if he hits, of course. His venom is not actually lethal, though it'll hurt like a bitch.]

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

[Adam winced as Malcolm's fangs sank into his ankle.]

Son of a bitch!

[fuckitybye]

[HA! Malcolm doesn't hang on for long, though, and makes a break for it as soon as he lets go, slithering away as fast as he can.]

SSSSSSSSS!

["Fuck you, sunshine!"]

[Venom info]