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[Welcome to the City, newcomers and old attendees alike! It's not too bad a day outside: nice weather, an atmosphere filled with tearful reunions and loud rejoicing - what a perfect day to go wandering about. But be careful, friends, and keep a watchful eye on the sky. As per usual, the Weasley twins are up to no good. Quite literally, this time around!

You may hear distant shouts - is that elation or fear? You may hear the sound of falling objects followed by a distinct splat! - is that fruit or something hitting the ground? So many signs of oncoming terror, but it's really quite difficult to know what to expect when it comes to these two, and that's when it'll hit you.]

[A whoosh of wind, a flash of color and bam! - it hits you in the form of a nice, big ball of paint thrown by these mischievous gingers as they fly above your head on their brooms, satchels of the little horrors hanging from across their chests. They'll look back at their handiwork with a grin before turning to high five each other.]

Excellent work, Georgie! Think your aim's improved!

[George answers by nailing a unsuspecting citizen in the back of the head, before turning to grin smugly at his twin.]

You were saying?

[Fred only barks with laughter in response before returning to the game. Because it is, after all, nothing but a game for them. And you lot are the prey. As you watch them sailing off on their path of mayhem, you may feel overcome with a sense of anger and resentment and oh! - was this paint always red? Or maybe you'll feel blue in light of your ruined outfit and hey! - now that's blue too! That's right, dear visitors, you've been hit with mood reflecting paint. These scoundrels aim to paint the day with all sorts of lovely emotions.

But not to worry, there may be justice for you scarlet-with-rage victims! After all, they've got to land to refuel sometime...]

[ooc; 4th wall is upon us and the twins are ready to play ball! anything and everything is open, and we welcome retaliation for their douchebaggery. the city was devoid of color for the past week. they just had to return it! both fred and george will be responding, as always!]

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FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY.

[Do you two recognise this face? This expression? It's your mother, if you've forgotten.]

Stop that this instant.

[YEP that was a paint ball to the face, which also means a paint ball to the glasses, which means that when he turns to see what the hell just happened, he can't actually - well, see.]

Hey, what the - !

Oi! Watch your aim, you two!

[But he's beaming as he tries to comb Gryffindor-gold paint out of his hair. He's missed their shenanigans.]

[There's green paint all over his clothes. GREEN! Sirius feels tainted with the Slytherin color on his robes and uniform. Which can only mean one thing for the Weasley twins.

Payback.

Which will come in the form of a prank when they land to refuel. Several of those paintballs are enchanted to explode when someone gets near.]

[ Well, exploring had been fairly interesting until Minerva acquired a face full of blue paint. It's not exactly a comfortable situation, you'll understand, when she draws her wand out to remove the paint. ]

[ walking... walking... walking... wand out - ]

Protego.

[ ...like a bawss. Then oh so serenely - ]

That will be a prefect's note to your head of house, gentlemen.

[Oh, look, it's a redheaded witch, albeit not one of the Weasley variety for a change. Which is unfortunate, because this witch in particular does not tend to react well to spontaneous aerial assaults.

In this case, "doesn't react well" translates into two instinctive hand motions that look rather like she's pulling at invisible strings in the air--and a resulting spell intended to yank her attackers inelegantly off their brooms.]

And your maturity levels have not improved.

[Luckily he went to the Underground last night.]

[It can't be, can it? He certainly looks like him, minus about 25 years and adding on an ear...]

...Dad?

...I'm going to take this as cementing the fact I'm no longer in Shibusen.

[Do excuse Kate as she aims her arrow for one of the perps on the broom. Do excuse the blue drips on her white scarf, because she's not going to excuse them.]

Edited 2011-10-01 21:26 (UTC)

Oh!

[She got paint splashed across a new (well, new-ish) skirt. But they're cute and twins so she's kind of willing to let it go. Besides, it kind of adds a dramatic flair to the outfit.

She shields her eyes and looks up at them, amazed.]

[This face Fred. This. Face.

Though the glare loses all effectiveness due to the colored goop weighing down the afro and dripping down into his face.]

You need a more constructive outlet for your energy.

[SPLAT.]

Ow! What in the -

[That got him right in the face, splattering blue paint across his glasses and along his sweater vest and perfectly pressed shirt. As he watches, the blue paint darkens to purple - then lightens back to red.]

What is this?!

[Shock and awe. There's a young man with silver hair (now slightly scarlet) and reptile-like green-yellow eyes looking alarmed.

He's also surrounded by snakes.]

What did you do?! Says Oscar.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! [the little robot runs around in a circle after being hit with the paint for a little while, flailing his arms]

[then he falls to the ground and looks up at them]

HI FLYING HUMANS!!

Menaces, you two are.

[There's a redheaded witch smirking at the video.]

Not very subtle though, is it?

[Here, have a Luna, smiling dreamily at the sky, before waving up at the twins on the brooms. She doesn't seem to be phased by the paint, and that's reflected by the mood paint showing off a nice, pale yellow all over her clothes.]

Hello, Fred. George.

[She can't ruin things by being here. She can't. But she can't help but try and steal a glimpse of her brothers: one ten years still struggling in his private way, and one simply ten years... gone. Merlin's beard, but she loves the twins. And she misses Fred fiercely.]

[There is already someone else, already oddly colored, flying through the air, boys.

You might be painting things green, but he's making them green. This is Captain Planet, bitches. Just hope you don't get in his tree-laser-sights.]

[Look at the unsuspecting citizen, now back to your twin, now back to the random citizen. The citizen is now ~~diamonds~~ bright green. What does green even indicate? She turns her head upwards.]

Ooh, hey, is this like paintball? Except on brooms, obviously.

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