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.

[Spam]

[whatthewrackspurt]

[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.

[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.

private, text

[150th]

You were among the attacks on the planet?

Are you uninjured?

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?

[whatthewrackspurt]

It means she's slightly less at fault than you otherwise might suspect.

[whatthewrackspurt]

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

private, text

[whatthewrackspurt]

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

voice

[whatthewrackspurt]

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

voice

[rickitikitarr]

What sort of egg are they?

[Is the only sensible next question.]

[brbculling]

That's devastating.

private, text

[150th]

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

[irishrotter]

Really. I think she'd dispute that as much as I do.

Re: [Spam]

[lawofthejungle]

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.

[broughtwhiskey]

You had fun.

voice

[whatthewrackspurt]

Scrambled, on toast.

private, text

[whatthewrackspurt]

That was clever of you. Not your fight, I presume?

[whatthewrackspurt]

I know she would. But she's really a good person at heart.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Mmn.

Something I can do for you?