Lake in the park - Tuesday
Last night Screwtape had been very agitated. There was still a mountain of paper work left over from the mad rampage of weeks past. (And not the sort of paperwork one files with any earthly bureaucracy either.) Screwtape was very much NOT a fan of war or large scale violence. Oh sure, it tended to cause people to loose hope and such as that but it also killed a lot of people while you were at it...
Screwtape was a fan of the slow and methodical road to Our Father Below. Lives cut short tended to muck with the ability to meet quotas. More death actually meant fewer souls for his underlings to collect on his... err... On Our Father Below's behalf. Even with all the mayhem and carnage they hadn't been able to collect more then a handful... It was a point of constant frustration to Screwtape, nothing was naturally in their favor. Everything had to be twisted around and manipulated every single possible moment and even then...
The Mayor had been out for an evening walk, fuming upon just this subject, when he walked right into the lake and was ankle deep before realizing that he wasn't looking where he was going. Even though he could have been back home and banished the water seeping into his socks with a thought, the whole thing just added to his foul mood and he just stood there fuming.
Which didn't last very long because he was so agitated that he shortly turned into a giant centipede.
This did not help his mood at all.
Clattering angrily to himself, he slipped into the lake to avoid any undue attention.
[[ooc: The fact that there's a giant centipede in the lake and that it is Screwtape is NFB. That something is odd with the lake such as the fact that the ducks don't seem to want to be in the water is okay though. Establishy. The park is open but interaction with Screwtape isn't possible just now. Screwtape is succumbing to the fairy tale situation. He is currently laying low and hiding in the lake until he can calm down enough not to be a giant centipede...)
Screwtape was a fan of the slow and methodical road to Our Father Below. Lives cut short tended to muck with the ability to meet quotas. More death actually meant fewer souls for his underlings to collect on his... err... On Our Father Below's behalf. Even with all the mayhem and carnage they hadn't been able to collect more then a handful... It was a point of constant frustration to Screwtape, nothing was naturally in their favor. Everything had to be twisted around and manipulated every single possible moment and even then...
The Mayor had been out for an evening walk, fuming upon just this subject, when he walked right into the lake and was ankle deep before realizing that he wasn't looking where he was going. Even though he could have been back home and banished the water seeping into his socks with a thought, the whole thing just added to his foul mood and he just stood there fuming.
Which didn't last very long because he was so agitated that he shortly turned into a giant centipede.
This did not help his mood at all.
Clattering angrily to himself, he slipped into the lake to avoid any undue attention.
[[ooc: The fact that there's a giant centipede in the lake and that it is Screwtape is NFB. That something is odd with the lake such as the fact that the ducks don't seem to want to be in the water is okay though. Establishy. The park is open but interaction with Screwtape isn't possible just now. Screwtape is succumbing to the fairy tale situation. He is currently laying low and hiding in the lake until he can calm down enough not to be a giant centipede...)