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?

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[brains_before_bullets]

[Jax struggles to push himself upright a bit more, raising his gun.]

Hey! Wolverine!

[lawofthejungle]

[Its the girl with a stick or the asshole with a gun, and an invisible wall that bounces him back when he tries either. He snarls and growls, but it's nothing he can't deal with. Just a matter of time and persistence.

But it's the shout that gets his attention most, at least for the moment, and he turns to laugh at him.]

Nah, I'm what the runt wishes he could be. Whatre you gonna do, little man, shoot me?

[whatthewrackspurt]

[Confused, Luna looks to Jax, lowering her wand a little]

Who's Wolverine?

[brains_before_bullets]

Not the time, Luna.

[Because it really isn't. He's aiming pretty steady for a man who's just been tossed around like a ragdoll.]

You make another attempt to attack us, and yeah. I'm gonna fuckin' shoot you.