010 - action (open to all)
[ It was a situation straight of his nightmares. No, he wasn't powerless, but he was obedient which was nearly as bad. Especially when the first person to take advantage of his condition was that blasted Doctor; The very same Doctor who would be able to remove the curse.
He'd sooner give up his gauntlet then go to that man for help.
So he holed himself away in his laboratory. Texts of voodoo were scattered on his large table, while beakers of various liquids bubbled. Potions were his forte, but most of his research was revealing that he needed to make an exchange with spirits. The thought alone made him growl in fury and throw a book across the room.]
It's not fair!
['You say that so often...' He shook the voice of his Master away. No, he would not play by these rules. He would break them or find a way to bend around them. He... needed to stop this before he blew up the entire school in frustration. A second later he was on the roof, his eyes closed, breathing in the night air. Without the mist it cleared his head, but it wasn't nearly as refreshing as home.
Him? Homesick? He scoffed at the idea and ignored his mundane feelings. Folding his arms across his chest he glared up at the moon as if it was at fault for everything.]
... idiot.
He'd sooner give up his gauntlet then go to that man for help.
So he holed himself away in his laboratory. Texts of voodoo were scattered on his large table, while beakers of various liquids bubbled. Potions were his forte, but most of his research was revealing that he needed to make an exchange with spirits. The thought alone made him growl in fury and throw a book across the room.]
It's not fair!
['You say that so often...' He shook the voice of his Master away. No, he would not play by these rules. He would break them or find a way to bend around them. He... needed to stop this before he blew up the entire school in frustration. A second later he was on the roof, his eyes closed, breathing in the night air. Without the mist it cleared his head, but it wasn't nearly as refreshing as home.
Him? Homesick? He scoffed at the idea and ignored his mundane feelings. Folding his arms across his chest he glared up at the moon as if it was at fault for everything.]
... idiot.