11th Spell

[whatthewrackspurt]

Don't be mad at Sylvanas, everyone. It wasn't her fault. I think Arthas used his magic to hypnotize her into doing his bidding and laid his mind eggs inside her patterned brainwaves - all metaphorically, of course. It happens sometimes.

That was fun, though. I've never banished a demon before. I didn't think it would be so complex.

[Private to the dinner crew]

I'm thinking something with molasses. Are any of you good with molding?


[Spam, closed to Vic and Jax]

[In the evening, Luna skips down the hall to bring dinners to those she didn't see in the lunchroom. On her list is Victor Creed, and so, armed with an apple, she knocks on his door]

Mr. Creed?

Comments

[whatthewrackspurt]

Sorry, were we talking about you, or someone else?

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[150th]

Cooking is a very human practice.

[It is v dubious.]

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[whatthewrackspurt]

That's only because a lot of humans do it. If you did it, it would be a Pokemon practice.

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[150th]

Or I would be more human for it.

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[whatthewrackspurt]

That's something you need to decide for yourself, I think.

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[150th]

I know.

I will think on it.

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[whatthewrackspurt]

I'll speak to you later, then. Once you've had a chance.

[broughtwhiskey]

Someone else.

[And him.]

[Shut up, Luna!!]

[whatthewrackspurt]

Someone on the Barge or someone at home?

[broughtwhiskey]

I'm talking in abstracts. It's no one specific.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Sorry. Only it sounds very...personalized.

[broughtwhiskey]

Then you're reading too much into it.

[whatthewrackspurt]

I'm sorry. You're a curiously closed-off individual.

[broughtwhiskey]

Meaning?

[whatthewrackspurt]

Meaning it's hard to read your emotions. You don't let people in.

[broughtwhiskey]

And why should I?

[He has no use for people. And generally speaking, they have no use for him either. It works better this way.]

[whatthewrackspurt]

It might mean you stand a better chance of graduating sooner.

[broughtwhiskey]

I don't care about any of that.

[whatthewrackspurt]

It's all right by you to stay here forever?

[broughtwhiskey]

Doesn't make much of a difference.

[Not his preference though.]

[whatthewrackspurt]

Are you a prisoner in your world, too?

[broughtwhiskey]

[It's odd to him that there is always this intense interest in who and what he was in his world from anyone on the Barge. Not that he thinks it matters all that much in general after everything, but it seems to matter even less given that he's dead. But he just provides the simple answer instead of launching into any of that as per usual.]

No.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Mmn.

Do you want me to stop asking you so many questions?

[broughtwhiskey]

Does my answer to that even matter?

[whatthewrackspurt]

Of course it does. I respect your opinion.