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WHO: crucioyou and i_hate_alistair
WHERE: Some dark, secluded part of the city
WHEN: Saturday evening
WARNINGS: Evil witches being evil witches. Probably the torture and possible death of some NPCs.
SUMMARY: Morrigan happens upon Bellatrix, who is up to no good.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever!
Morrigan could hardly stand this time of year. It wasn't the cold, because the wilds had been far colder, but rather the ridiculous holiday that seemed to have taken over the entire city. The songs were obnoxious at best, the colors garish, and the fat, old men in white beards laughable. And apparently, there was some religious significance underneath it all, though one could hardly tell. That was the best part, as far as she was concerned.
So she found herself in the form of a small, black, yellow-eyed cat, wandering the back alleys in search of mischief. It wasn't long before she heard some terrified screams, and a somewhat familiar, psychotic laugh coming from one of the alleys ahead of her. She crept forward to the mouth of the alley and paused, glancing down the dark corridor. Her keen cat eyes could make out the familiar form of the insane witch she'd encountered on the network some weeks back, apparently busy tormenting a couple of helpless victims.
She took a seat at the alley's entrance, figuring that she would watch for a few moments before making herself known. Given her acquaintance's disposition, it would certainly be interesting at the very least.
WHERE: Some dark, secluded part of the city
WHEN: Saturday evening
WARNINGS: Evil witches being evil witches. Probably the torture and possible death of some NPCs.
SUMMARY: Morrigan happens upon Bellatrix, who is up to no good.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever!
Morrigan could hardly stand this time of year. It wasn't the cold, because the wilds had been far colder, but rather the ridiculous holiday that seemed to have taken over the entire city. The songs were obnoxious at best, the colors garish, and the fat, old men in white beards laughable. And apparently, there was some religious significance underneath it all, though one could hardly tell. That was the best part, as far as she was concerned.
So she found herself in the form of a small, black, yellow-eyed cat, wandering the back alleys in search of mischief. It wasn't long before she heard some terrified screams, and a somewhat familiar, psychotic laugh coming from one of the alleys ahead of her. She crept forward to the mouth of the alley and paused, glancing down the dark corridor. Her keen cat eyes could make out the familiar form of the insane witch she'd encountered on the network some weeks back, apparently busy tormenting a couple of helpless victims.
She took a seat at the alley's entrance, figuring that she would watch for a few moments before making herself known. Given her acquaintance's disposition, it would certainly be interesting at the very least.