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

[Spam]

[lawofthejungle]

[He liked roaming the halls. Liked the newfound freedom, the extra juice that was his to begin with.

In the wake of it, when it's all over, it's gone again just as suddenly as he got it back. It frustrates, infuriates, itches along his spine, sets him on edge. So he keeps to himself for the first couple days. Holes up in his room until he feels like subjecting himself to them all again.

Except the girl comes to his door. Knocks like he's just like the rest of them, like he wouldn't have been happy to tear his way through all of them as easily as he had the things that had shown up. He's hungry by the time she shows up, sure, but that doesn't make him in any better of a mood.

He answers the door after the first couple knocks, stands in the doorway to stare down at her, lips quirking into a feral, unpleasant smirk.]

And what brings you to my door?

[Spam]

[whatthewrackspurt]

[Luna, blissfully unaware of the strength of the creature towering over her, brightens and lifts the apple up to show]

Just this. You missed dinner, so I was concerned. If you don't like what's on the menu, perhaps you ought to tell us so we can cook the things you like.

Re: [Spam]

[lawofthejungle]

[Nostrils flare; he can smell it from where he stands, would recognize what it was even if he couldn't, he doesn't need her trying to stick it up in his space to figure it out. He narrows his eyes at her, even just the chipper attitude grating.]

And an apple ain't gonna do shit if you're tryin' to feed me.

Meat would be good. Lots of meat. Still mooin' kinda meat.

[irishrotter]

Why would you think Sylvanas didn't know exactly what she was doing?

[whatthewrackspurt]

She has a very different sort of aura to her than Arthas. It's quite a distinction if you know how to look properly.

[irishrotter]

And? What does that mean?

Not Here

[walkthedarkpath]

[ He actually smiled hearing this, but choose to say nothing.]

[brbculling]

You have no idea what you're talking about.

Not that this is new.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Hello, Arthas. I'm sorry to say I'm disappointed in you.

[brbculling]

That's devastating.

private, text

[150th]

You were among the attacks on the planet?

Are you uninjured?

private, text

[whatthewrackspurt]

I am, thank you. And you're all right too?

private, text

[150th]

Yes. Once I retained my powers, I made sure I was not in range of any interference.

voice

[rickitikitarr]

What, actually?

[Ricki is new enough to magic that he can't yet separate the real from the slightly nonsensical.]

Does anyone else have... eggs in the brain?

voice

[whatthewrackspurt]

Some. Not most. And they're not all the same sort of egg, either.

[broughtwhiskey]

You had fun.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Didn't you?

[Dinner Filter]

[maytakecenturies]

[She almost doesn't reply at all, but years in Starfleet make it really hard to ignore someone who is technically serving the function of a superior officer. Even if that superior is a little girl.]

No. What do you have in mind, specifically?

[Dinner Filter]

[whatthewrackspurt]

Molded jello desserts, primarily.

[ Private ]

[surfaceshine]

[It's days before he responds; not until his seventh day in Zero, in fact. He's not actually sure when this got here, but he chooses to treat it as though it's new.

His response is not remotely time sensitive, anyway.]

I'm not coming back.

[ Private ]

[whatthewrackspurt]

...We do need your help, Dean. Please reconsider?

private

[visetvires]

no

private

[whatthewrackspurt]

Would you like to learn? It's surprisingly fun. Art with food mixed in.

[routemistress]

...you know, Luna, I know of creatures that do that quite literally. Very messy.


I don't think 'e did, honestly. I know 'ow Arthas feels about mind control. 'E's a massive git, but Sylvanas never needed an outside influence to make 'er destructive and spiteful and angry.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Do you really? Fascinating!

That's a shame. I think Sylvanas is farther along than Arthas. Do you think he brings her down?