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

[routemistress]

I don't know, honestly. 'E might, but I think she'd find another way to bring 'erself down if 'e weren't about. They're both people that'd rather be right than 'appy, unfortunately.

[whatthewrackspurt]

I wonder if we shouldn't separate them. They're not good, together.

[routemistress]

That's probably worth a shot, aye.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Who are their wardens? Arthas doesn't seem to stick well with one.

[routemistress]

My Zane is Sylvanas' warden - 'e's away at the moment, but she's in a coma anyway, so that's all right.

Arthas 'ad a bloke called Tirion for years, from their world. Quiet bloke, 'ardly ever on the network, but I think they got on all right. 'E needs a warden badly and I reckon it's time we all took 'im on.

[whatthewrackspurt]

I don't know if he'd appreciate that. He's quite solitary.

[routemistress]

I don't give a flying four-way ...frogspawn if 'e appreciates it, the great frozen git. 'E's just going to 'ave to lump it. We've been too easy on 'im much too long, I want 'im off my ship and there's only one way I want that to 'appen.

Like Babs said, it takes a village. Time this village kicked that bugger into shape.

[whatthewrackspurt]

A village, or a very very large stick.