whatthewrackspurt | 11th Spell

11th Spell

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?

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[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?

[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.

[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.

[Her smile fades a little as she lowers her arm back down]

We don't keep live cows on the ship. But you might be able to try the Enclosure...oh, if it weren't broken currently.

Helpful.

[He takes a step closer, close enough to loom even better. Close enough to touch, close enough to grab.]

Got any better suggestions? I mean. I can think of a few things. But I doubt they'd make me many friends.

[Luna, with her wide blue eyes, only stares up at Vic curiously in quiet observation]

Things like what?

You ever read "the most dangerous game"?

Is that the one written by Ariana Frogstool?

[...what. it gives him pause only long enough to make him blink, but his lip curls, an unpleasant smile stretching across his face, and that's about when he does reach for her, long, clawed fingers wrapping around her throat.]

Nah. Richard Connell. You should look into it sometime.

[Luna's already large eyes go comically wide, as she stares right back at Victor, clear confusion written on her face]

You're hurting me.

Kind of the point, Bambi. I let you down, you gonna run like a good little doe?

[He squeezes a little, tips of his claws digging in just enough to draw blood. He can smell her fear, and he leans in to get a better whiff. This is the part he always likes best.]

[The young witch gives a startled gasp at the sharp pain. One hand is up, prying uselessly at Victor's fingers. The other hand is stretching down to the wand at her waist. She grasps hold of it, and directs the tip at Victor's stomach, choking out;]

St-stupefy!

[He staggers back with a grunt, grip loosening as he's knocked backwards, stumbles another step and finally hits the floor, a snarl on his lips. Well that went well.]

[Staring down at Victor nervously, Luna creeps forward and crouches down, anxious to see how badly hurt he is. She's never used magic on a non-magical creature before]

Victor..?

[It's like getting hit by a Mack truck, at least for a moment. But it only lasts a little while before he starts moving again, reaching for her throat a second time, digging in harder, although he's quick to shove her away this time.]

The hell. Was that.

[Luna stumbles backwards at the shove, sitting down on the floor after losing her footing]

Just a stunning spell. You wouldn't let me go, you see. I had to.

[She reaches up to feel the punctures the claws made in her throat]

Luna!

[A man's voice rings out down the hall as Jax Teller comes jogging down the hall towards the pair. He hasn't seen what happened beforehand, but he saw the shove by grabbing her neck.

He's just going to skid to a stop, crouching by her.]

You okay? [He asks, noticing the claw marks and turning to face Victor.] What the fuck is your problem, doing this to a kid?!

Guess you weren't here last time.

[He grins widely, teeth on display , something violent and dangerous lurking in his gaze. He's not worried, it's just another frail. What's he gonna do, really.]

I'm a monster. It's what I do. We were talkin' literature. She didn't know the one I was talkin' about, so I thought I'd show her. You gonna do somethin' about it?

Oh, hello Jax.

[Luna turns a happy, if slightly dazed smile towards her inmate, putting on a brave face and giving a nod]

It's all right. I think I must have provoked him by accident.

You know, you should probably run. I'm not sure my spells are penetrating him very well.

[She begins to climb to her feet, keeping her eyes steady on Creed]

Like hell am I leaving you.

[Call it stubbornness. Tellers were never good at taking a hint to back off. He stands with Luna, positioning himself between her and the so-called monster.]

I don't wanna do anythin' about it, but if you want her, you go through me.

That supposed to scare me? You frails are all alike, talkin' big like you don't go down like nothin'.

[He takes a step closer, flexing his claws at his sides absently.]

You think I care about her? You're all the same. I take her out, I take you out, I take the both of you out, I don't give a shit.

[Luna, though frightened, still leans out from behind Jax to watch Victor]

Oh good - if you don't care, then you wouldn't mind if we left.

Jax, I think we're bothering Mr. Creed. We should leave him alone, it must be his werewolfishness. It's a bad time of the month for him.

Wouldn't want to mess with someone on the wrong time of the month.

[Jax agrees, though his voice carries a tad more venom. He's going to tuck his right hand behind him, under his kutte, where the pistol he got from the whacky Dreamscape flood is 'holstered' in his waistband.]

If we're so frail that we go down so easily, mustn't be worth your effort, huh? We're leaving. This doesn't have to go any further.

And miss out on all the fun? Nah. Just do you both, that's all. Gettin' bored anyway.

[It's all the warning he gives, and even then he pounces halfway through, claws out to slash at his belly, sharp enough to rend leather like nothing.]

[Luna jerks backwards, startled as Victor launches into his attack.]

Jax-!

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