All I want to do
Who: Frau, Castor, Labrador
What: The scythe gets a bit more control than intended...
Where: Frau's room and the detention room
When: Morning of the 15th
Rating: PG-13 for physical restraints and cannibalistic tendencies
Frau groaned and rolled over in his coffin. He had been so happy for days, yet he was feeling rather miserable for some reason. The bishop pulled himself out of the coffin and ran a hand through his hair. He barely took two steps before it hit him. The scythe. He hadn't felt it for days and now it was back full force. Frau hadn't been ready for it at all. "Dammit..." He chuckled, the laughter the kind that usually told you someone wasn't completely sane. "Smells good," he commented to himself as he focused on the door. Behind that door were countless souls for the taking. All he would have to do would be to... No!
He was no going to give in to this thing! "Geh, behave!" Words wouldn't be enough on their own though. Frau knew that. He needed to get his head back in the game, and the best way to do that would be to cause himself a little pain. Frau whirled around and slammed his head into the wall beside his desk. It hurt, but the feelings were still there. The hunger, the lack of control, the desire to take whatever souls looked good. He needed help. If this went on much longer he'd simply give in to the scythe. It felt so much stronger than normal. Until he was used to it again he needed to keep himself confined. Castor! Labrador! I need you here! Now!! They should get his mental call. It should reach them. The scythe's power flared through Frau again, and the bishop reacted without thinking. He simply slammed that arm right through his computer.
What: The scythe gets a bit more control than intended...
Where: Frau's room and the detention room
When: Morning of the 15th
Rating: PG-13 for physical restraints and cannibalistic tendencies
Frau groaned and rolled over in his coffin. He had been so happy for days, yet he was feeling rather miserable for some reason. The bishop pulled himself out of the coffin and ran a hand through his hair. He barely took two steps before it hit him. The scythe. He hadn't felt it for days and now it was back full force. Frau hadn't been ready for it at all. "Dammit..." He chuckled, the laughter the kind that usually told you someone wasn't completely sane. "Smells good," he commented to himself as he focused on the door. Behind that door were countless souls for the taking. All he would have to do would be to... No!
He was no going to give in to this thing! "Geh, behave!" Words wouldn't be enough on their own though. Frau knew that. He needed to get his head back in the game, and the best way to do that would be to cause himself a little pain. Frau whirled around and slammed his head into the wall beside his desk. It hurt, but the feelings were still there. The hunger, the lack of control, the desire to take whatever souls looked good. He needed help. If this went on much longer he'd simply give in to the scythe. It felt so much stronger than normal. Until he was used to it again he needed to keep himself confined. Castor! Labrador! I need you here! Now!! They should get his mental call. It should reach them. The scythe's power flared through Frau again, and the bishop reacted without thinking. He simply slammed that arm right through his computer.