Mozenrath's greatest fear (complete)

[oftheblacksand]

Where: Outside the school (gasp)
When: During lockdown (GASP)
Who: Open To Everyone brave enough to go outside (I'm in a prose/detail mood, so I made it a log. But there's no pressure to make your tags long or anything)
What: Mozenrath is powerless. (Seriously. Have fun with that. A Scar or Faci would be especially amusing.)
Warnings: Probably

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[theonewoman]

Rules, Shmules.

Hades wouldn't let anything happen to his amazing little henchgirl, so she decided taking a step outside would be acceptable.
It was stuffy in the dorm building. And there was nothing to do. Nothing. And while she was generally approachable, she wasn't exactly sociable.

She's sitting close to the building, on a bench, for a quick retreat, but far out enough to be in sight.
Meg could've heard Moze from a mile away with how loud he'd been, so she peered up from under the mess of hair she'd been arranging.

"And what's your problem?"

[oftheblacksand]

He rose his jaw when he saw Meg, but instead of smirking at her like he normally would have that pout on his lips was firmly set. "None of your concern!" Oh, a snap even. Short tempered and sullen, Mozenrath without his power was a very miserable boy.

Without his power Meg felt... bland. He couldn't feel her aura or see the influences of death's touch on her. She was suddenly as worthless as all the rest. "Why do you care anyway?"

[theonewoman]

"Jeez louise. Jump down my throat why don't you."
She finished pulling her hair up, and she gave him a look that she'd normally give someone she thought didn't deserve her time of day.

And if he was going to act like this, she wouldn't give it to him.

"Well, if it's none of my concern-" she mimicked. "-Then I guess I don't care all that much."

[oftheblacksand]

He gritted his teeth as he stared hard at her. Every instinct in his body raged at him to strangle the very life straight out of her. It was only a few long steps before he was directly in front of her, that fearsome skeleton hand rising from it's hiding spot in his cape to clamp around her delicate neck.

When he squeezed it was anything but gentle. Hard enough to leave very wicked-looking marks on her pale skin and cut off her flow of air.

"Do not taunt me." He hissed hatefully, those dark eyes full of anger and... humiliation? She had embarrassed the Lord, and he was insecure enough to be unable to take it.

[theonewoman]

Well, if there was one thing Meg never learned, it was how to pick her fights.

She was used to the abuse, but nothing this terrible. Nothing this hateful or full of rage.

Sputtering for air, she decided it'd gotten this bad, why not pour some salt into that wound?

"So much for--" she wheezed. "The thrill of the chase, huh...?"

Her head began to spin at the lack of oxygen.

[oftheblacksand]

Instead of salt -- Meg just used the words that were the key to her survival. He blinked as if she'd just slapped him, the rush of memories of his previous encounters with her rushing back.

Why did he hate her so much now?

He suddenly released her neck, glaring off to the side as if he couldn't look at her.

"Don't be so stupid."

His voice had lost it's bite and he began his retreat - back to his room and away from that confusing woman. Even his eel look bewildered - not because Mozenrath had strangled Meg, but because he had stopped.

[theonewoman]

Meg let herself fall from his grip, and braced herself, trying to catch her breath. She choked for a second. So much for putting her hair up, it was all in a mess again.
She pulled it back out furiously, frustrated at his anger, and of course, her hair.

"Whatever. Jerk." Her voice was still hoarse, and she wondered why she ever gave him the time of day in the first place.

[baredambitions]

Being a lion, Scar was the first to admit his eyesight wasn't exactly impeccable. So it wasn't his eyes that alerted him to the presence of others out on the campus grounds, but rather their unmistakable scent. It crept to him on the fog's fingers and at once he was alert, ears pricked forward and eyes narrowed. Rule-breakers on a night like tonight? The hour in itself was obscene, but the announcement had been explicitly clear.

He took care to circle the pair (at least, he assumed it was a pair, judging by the different scents), whoever they were, and prowled forward with the wind so the fog kept him reasonably well-concealed. As he approached he saw the figures emerge, just shadows at first, and one seemed to be releasing the other from a grip.

"Well, well." And almost instantly he was right behind them, his tone icy. "What do we have here?"

[oftheblacksand]

That voice stopped Mozenrath dead in his tracks. That damnable Lion and his damnable timing. He didn't need this! Not now! Not ever! His rage bubbled up again as he slowly turned his head and gave the glare of death to his teacher.

"Nothing. Go away."

Mozenrath couldn't walk the walk without his powers, but he was dumb enough at that moment to keep talking the talk. It was probably from the shock of it all.

[baredambitions]

Scar was surprised to feel himself quell near-delight at Mozenrath's response. This young man couldn't be serious, would he sincerely disrespect the one who would surely punish him for his rule-breaking? It was excessive to the point of amusing.

"Manners, Mozenrath," he chided. "Now perhaps you would like to explain yourself. Or," glancing at Meg, "you will inform me instead. I have little preference."

[theonewoman]

Meg decided now would be the time to play up, and feigned a weak cough.

"Maybe when I can breathe."

Ooo, thrown under the bus. She still rubbed her neck, and knew that it would bruise something fierce later.
That'd be a fun one to explain.

[oftheblacksand]

That slimy little bitch!

He crossed his arms across his chest, his eyes closed with a deep sulking pout on his lips and an annoyed furrow to his eyebrows.

"There's nothing to explain."

[baredambitions]

"On the contrary, I am very interested to hear why the both of you think yourselves so above school rules for you to be out in the middle of the night during a lockdown." Scar glanced between the two of them, visibly enjoying himself at this point.

He gave them a moment to answer, then pressed, "No? Then perhaps you'd like to enlighten me on the reason you were holding Megara in such a manner, Mozenrath."

[oftheblacksand]

"How about you get over your fascination with hearing your own voice?!" He snapped again, but he definitely kept his rage in one spot. Absolutely no good would come in attacking a lion.

"Either punish us or shut up and leave us alone!"

[baredambitions]

Scar merely raised his eyebrows, regarding Mozenrath for a moment, then turned back to Meg.

"Megara, as you are my resident I would have expected you to know better than to wander out. However, this fool demands much more of my attention than you do at this point, so you may escort yourself back to Joe West. We will discuss the matter of your punishment later, as well as the dreadful marks on your neck."

"And you. You shall come with me." And Scar seized Mozenrath's cape in his teeth, dragging the young man behind him as he started towards the academic building.

[oftheblacksand]

Oh this was SO not dignified! He stumbled and tried his best not to fall and be dragged along the ground, while at the same time trying to pull his cape out from the jaws of the beast (and failing).

"Release me! Stop! No!" Whine. Whine. Whine. Xerxes could only stare in absolute shock from the entire ordeal.