Karla, to put it lightly, was in a miserable mood when she stormed into her room, all swirling black
Widow's Weeds and residual bad temper. She was tired, bitchy, hungry, and pissed off at every vampire ever who thought it was all right to kidnap and feed off her friends in some kind of obscure power-play
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"Hello?" she said, hoping for a response.
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"There is a food toll!" she yelled through the door. "You can only come in if you have something I can eat."
Ha! Take that!
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She couldn't help but smile a bit. Planning helped all sorts of issues. She had thought that if Karla had had to use her magic, she might have been a bit malnourished.
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"Is it a green apple?" she pouted asked from where she was sitting. "I like those the best."
On the plus side, she didn't look any thinner. Just kind of aggravated.
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She sat down, as Karla heeded. "I take it if healing was required, it wasn't simply a matter of diplomacy."
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Uhh, sorry, Maladicta.
She glared at the remains of her apple as if it had personally offended her. "No, our friend is...special, in her own world. One of the vampires decided he wanted to know why. So he sent his werewolf henchmen--" there was an eyeroll there, yes, "--to snatch her up while she was off-island."
Apparently a polite invitation was no longer in vogue.
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There was a bit of heavy sarcasm in Elphaba's voice.
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Beat.
"Just not recently. But I did on the skiing trip."
Which, you know, was run by the school. But whatever. Details.
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